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New Eden 23

Cybermancy (BabyGirl1990 + nailcrosser)

(2556, Los Angeles had retained its identity, more or less. A realm of dreams and leisure, freeways replaced by winding hyper loops and rings of air-car routes. Gleaming towers of silver and white jutted into the sky, where a man-made, illusory gas net hung to maintain the illusion of a sunny day. Behind that, the toxic yellow marine layer had become a permanent fixture. Mankind had long accepted and defied mother nature's hostility towards them. The lush green of tennis courts and golf courses pocked the city scale. Wealthy districts and tourist hubs had massive purifiers to protect their residents' lungs. The slums, which encompassed everywhere north and east of the city (Orange County walled itself off in 2179 and imploded into ruins) were shit out of luck. Concrete barriers isolated the artificial beach water from the plastic and oil-choked Pacific, which caused chemical burns upon contact. In spite of itself, Los Angeles was beautiful. A gleaming paragon of culture and civil life in a war-torn, ruined world. The Monoliths all vied to control it; sabotaging industry here, staging a terrorist attack there. At the present moment, Wilt Communications held the biggest piece of the pie. Wilt specialized in companion robotics, AI home systems, and VR entertainment. The Hollywood system's role in American culture was supplanted by Wilt's innovations. Movies were a novelty, created entirely by computer brains and rendered images. Scripts were developed with careful software analysis, to make the most profitable film in the least amount of time. In the 26th Century, virtual reality was the centerpiece of entertainment. One glance at the real world was enough reason to understand why. Ray Lachlan was a pragmatist. The world wasn't ideal, but he no longer saw any reason in trying to hide from it. He didn't want to flip it over or burn it all down. He learned it well and used it to his advantage. Furthermore, he had an office that took up the entire top floor of one of the towers, the one with turquoise windows and shimmering gold waves projected on the glass. The Locus Tech corporate offices, the company of which Ray was CEO of. He had the ideal blend of talent, savvy with science and people. He started out in sales and found his way to the top at age 43. Now 44, it was time to expand his reach. His research and development team recently stumbled on a major discovery; a neutrino purifier with the potential to detox saline water on a massive scale. After hundreds of years of research by countless corps and governments, Locus had the golden key. Word leaked fast. In a week, two of Locus's top scientists were dead. Ray's security detail had been ambushed by military wielding NATO-soldiers. If he was going to survive the production stage, Ray needed an extra hand. He went to a Locus subdivision, Crying, where a DNA library of remarkable people throughout history were kept in cryogenic preservation to foster clones, to be sold off as slaves. Usually for sex or hard labor, sometimes for more sadistic desires. Cloning for slavery was illegal, which was why only top level executives were aware of the clone trafficking. Ray sat at a terminal and shuffled through the storage profiles. War heroes, celebrities, mutants, and criminals flashed on the screen. When the image of a gorgeous young woman appeared on-screen, Ray paused. GIA Cortez, high level witch of the 20th century. Birth and death dates, biography, analysis of power, priced under a comprehensive launder package with stock options worth $7 million dollars. Ray sat back and smiled. Sorcery was just the edge he needed. He dabbled in the esoteric arts back in college, but never found his knack for it. A living, breathing witch in his employment was too good to pass up. He applied his executive discount and placed his order. The scientist guided him down a sterile metal and glass hall to an observation room. They made ray wear a play-fiber suit to catch any stray body detritus from contaminating the lab. The scientists unloaded a syringe containing Mia's DNA to a black, boxy machine with a series of tubes connected to a large glass tube. Transparent red fluid poured into the tube from the ground up while wires snaked in from every direction. At the push of a button, the wires sparked like fiber optic cables and a mesh of bio-matter emitted from their tips. Ray watched patiently as the beautiful woman he'd just seen on screen, dead for hundreds of years, developed before his eyes. The wires buried themselves in her mouth, nostrils, and in the back of her head to upload her personality profile. The machine whirred to a halt and the wires snaked out of her skin. The fluid flushed away and all that remained was Mia Cortez, unconscious." Remember," the lead scientist said, "She'll think yesterday was 1929. Our specialists will ease her back into existence, then she'll be all yours."" Got it." Ray replied. "I'd like to be present for her acclimation, if you don't mind." A technician approached Mia and raised the glass tube. By this point, she was regaining her senses. Her motor functions would be sloppy, her mind groggy. The technician helps her to stand up and guides her into the Debrief Room, where Ray and the specialists waited for her arrival. They clothed her in a simple white jumpsuit, like a prisoner. They sat her down in a comfortable chair. "Hello, Miss Cortez." Ray spoke. "How are you feeling?" (will put a character sheet up with a picture, but I'll show it to you for approval first. Name: Mia Cortez Age: 627 (died at age 27)Species: Witch Ethnicity: Mexican Bio: Mia Cortez is historically known as one of the top witches of her day. She was one of the lead commanders of her coven. Responsible for the Crash of Wall Street that lead into the great depression. Tried to help American government understand their dirt as she acted as a farming scientist. Was rejected by human government. Should have listened. Captured under strict orders to be kept alive. Committed a series of murders under capture. Temperament Unsustainable. Self Terminated. If only her real story were so simple. Mia was a witch of her time. She wasn't the strongest of all of them. That would've been her High Priestess. She was going to be one someday. Everyone in her coven knew it. She'd spent years trying to talk to the American government about their lack of farm knowledge. She'd warned the humans again and again that they needed to rotate, needed to regularly watch their farms, but they were greedy. All of them. She watched as they started to destroy themselves but didn't stop there. She performed a ritual to help humans with stocks. Furthermore, she was the one who came up with the idea to crash their "Wall Street." No one ever took her or her coven seriously though. They were Mexican, and mostly woman. Such a bad time. In pictures of LETI, her body was tattoo'd to be controlled by the only witch who could handle them. She was a slave to her mistress. But she lived a basically happy life, even with all the battles. The tattoos were necessary for her, as she had a pretty bad temper. One day, she'd met a human white man. He was getting far too close to the coven's hide-out, and she was going to kill him, but there was something about him that made her stop. She fell in love. After making love to him for the first time, she awoke with a collar around her neck, and her powers suppressed. She was tortured day in and day out. Every time she'd start a ritual to kill herself, they'd barge in for more torture. One night, she'd managed to kill her guard and was finally able to put herself to sleep. Her body was still alive, but it had no soul. Without a soul, she was useless. No longer any use to the humans, they stored her DNA; until they could figure out how to bring her back should technology advance. As time moved on, witches became practically extinct, and she was forgotten. Technology advanced and times changed since 1929. Mia's cloned body pulled in its first breath. It was large as it filled her body and her eyes shot open. Nothing was clear, but as she adjusted to the light, she questioned everything. She could've sworn she was with her sisters. She was happy. Was it all a dream? Was she still in her cell, waiting to be tortured? A creature with white covering over his body opened the container she was in. After taking a look, she realized, it was clothes. He was a human man. Slowly sitting up, she looked around. Nothing looked right. Everything was bright and there were boxes with screens on them, colored lines moving around as they beeped. Mia looked confused. On another screen, she saw her face. She stared at it, and then looked down at herself. She gasped and started to cry. "Where are my marks?" she demanded. "What have you done to me!?" As they tried to soothe and dress her, Mia became more and more aware. She had died. She was with her sisters. But they brought her back. Why would they do that?! How could they do that?!" How am I feeling?" she spat at a man. "Why am I here you stupid-""Miss Cortez" said a female. Mia snapped her head at her in anger. "You've been asleep... for a long time."" I wasn't asleep!" She argued. "I was dead! I was happy! But you brought me back?!" she screamed. Mia sprang up to her feet and tried to run to a table with operating tools. She fell hard, and the men had to pick her up. Mia struggled and screamed against them, cursing them all as they subdued her to a chair." Are you sure you really want it?" Asked the woman to Ray while Mia screamed in pure animalistic anger. Ray watched her, unflinching, even as her spit landed on his silk tie. He frowned and tossed it in a waste bin. The technicians forced her back into the chair and restrained her ankles and wrists while she screamed. "Gag her, too, please." Ray said politely. They shoved a sterilized gag in her mouth. Ray snapped his fingers for her attention. "Just listen to me. " His eyes did not move from hers as he approached her. He examined her for a moment, then smiled. ""Happy to be dead? That is very interesting. You'll have to tell me all about that. My name is Ray, but you'll call me sir." He stepped to the side of her chair. He ran his fingertips up her bare arm and brought his hands to her shoulders. Furthermore, he stood behind her." That's a fresh body you're in. Your own, but brand new. I bought it, and I'm just allowing you to occupy it because I'm going to allow you to work for me." He stepped back around to face her and knelt so they were at each other's eye level. The spotlight above them shone onto his face. His smile was warm, but his eyes pierced right through her. "You've been dead for 600 years. When I don't need you anymore, I promise you'll be dead for good...if you want. I could also make heaven on Earth tailored just for you, and I can provide you the means to hold death off for another hundred years. I can do a lot of things-raising the dead is only one of my talents. And, I raised you to make use of your talents. I think we'll make a fine team." A technician handed rectangular black computer chip to Ray. It was smaller than a fingernail and plugged seamlessly into a port embedded in Ray's wrist. The hardware linked Ray's mind with the interface to the sub-dermal implant embedded by the into Mia's skin. Miles of nanowire had been woven into her flesh, wrapped around every major nerve she had. With a mere thought, the system would spring into a web of pain with pinpoint accuracy. It was torture beyond the imaginations of 20th century sadists. Ray, an advanced sadist, couldn't wait to test out his new toy." Your job," Ray continued, "Will be to protect me from my enemies. I'm a Bruno myself, but my magic is well known. Yours isn't. At this stage of my career, that's something I value quite a bit, something I'm willing to play god for. So, you're merely my property and you have no leverage or choice here. If you refuse, I'll persuade you. I can kill you over and over again until I'm bored with it. However, I can be very kind and generous if you don't piss me off too much. Now," he pulled out the gag. "Do you want to piss me off?" Mia struggled against the men as she attached her to the chain, immobilizing her hands from a spell and then gagging her to stop her from enchanting them. Mia glared at Ray as he spoke. She didn't look like she cared at all what he was saying. She just hated everyone in the room. Sir? Fuck that. When he touched her she felt the hairs on the back of her head stand on end, and she slightly moved away from him. When he finally gave her a number of how long she'd been dead for, her eyes swelled up. 600 years. It took them 600 years to figure out how to bring her back, only to enslave her? Humans were greedy and stupid. That didn't seem to change. His offer to her was hallowed. She cared nothing for it, or him. As soon as the gag was out, Mia stared into his eyes, almost examining him, only to end up spitting in his feet. Before she could speak she felt large shocks in her entire body. Mia screamed out and lights started to flicker in the room as her body tortured itself. When it subsided she looked around. "What did you do to my body!?" She growled at them. She was starting to understand that she was in a worse position than she was before she died. Ray scowled as she spit again. "You could've made this easy on yourself." He scolded. "You'll learn." In a split second, the wires inside her jolted to life. All kinds of pain were harnessed, some she probably had never even felt before. Her fingers felt like they were being crushed, her neck like a saw blade was slicing through. Her brain felt like it was swelling up so big her head would explode. Burning, aching, stabbing. Ray smiled as she screamed." A little modification for your new body, where I don't have to raise a finger to bring you sheer, debilitating agony. If I see fit, I can even temporarily paralyze you." He looked over to the psychologists and science men. "Please leave us, I'd like some alone time with her." With hesitation, the scientists filed out, leaving Ray and his clone alone. The lights above them hummed in the otherwise quiet, stark room." Unless you want a lifetime of hurt, you'll do exactly as I say. Let's give it a trial run, see how well you listen." He shoved the gag back in her mouth and freed her from her straps. He took a few steps back and watched her. "Your first task: stand up, strip naked, and then get on all fours." Mia was overwhelmed by the pain inflicted on her. She’d never felt more than half of those sensations in her passed life and so registering them now was impossible. She could feel hot tears running down her face, unable to accept her fate of slavery. As people left, some took last looks st her, but she saw that they were scared. The fact that Ray wasn’t scared at all infuriated her. “This isn’tanybody!” With her bindings now gone, Mia stood to run, but her body literally wouldn’t let her move. Not unless it was to do what he commanded. She watched her hand as it would freeze in the air and feel like hot ice in her skin if she derailed from moving it to her clothes. Mia screamed in agony until finally she had her hand on the zipper to the one piece uniform they’d given her. Mia face no longer held rage. Instead, it had been replaced by actual fear. Her fingers pulled st the zipper, revealing her body to him. They’d only given her the one uniform so by the time it had fallen to the ground she was fully naked for him. “Don’t make me do this!” She groaned as her body fell to her knees. She was panting and struggling with her own will until finally she fell to her hands. Mia let herself cry silently for a moment. “I hate you.” She gritted through her teeth. "Please don't make me do this." she begged finally. Ray pulled a pen-like object from his suit pocket and unraveled a screen from within it. His personal tablet. Newer models were fully holographic and even registered tactile key responses in finger implants of the user, but Ray liked to keep it simple. He typed away with his thumbs as she undressed and glanced up every so often. When she spoke, the wires in her tongue went off, like a red-hot brand was pressed against it. "Shut the fuck up and crawl towards me." He watched intently as she moved. Any wrong move, any hint of malice on her face, and he'd hurt her. He held back, cautious not to overload her. Some owners of clones wired to the Nerve Armature would go too far, permanently damaging their clone or desensitizing them so much that they fall into a permanent state of shock." That's it, come kneel at my feet." When she was in reach, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look up at him. "Like I said," he said, smirking. "Your property now. My puppet, or a pet bitch." He produced a black, shiny collar from his back pocket. It looked like leather, but was made from a graphene polymer compound with a microcomputer embedded into it. A silver tag dangled from it, with "MIA" engraved on it. He wrapped it around her neck." There. Now get this through your pretty head: your well-being is tied to my well-being. If I'm unhappy, you suffer. If I'm hurt, you suffer. If I die, that implant you're enjoying is going to go haywire. The pain won't end. What I just did to you will feel like the sweetest dream you've ever had. My trustees will capture you and place you in a crochet gel that will keep you alive long enough for you to really reflect on how badly you fucked up by being born. And if you think about killing yourself-" He clicked a button embedded on the collar. A micro needle sprung into her neck and retracted immediately. A new implant, which coursed through her blood stream until it wedged its way between the Nerve Armature and her brain. "That collar will pump you with enough sedative to drop you where you stand." He stroked her face gently. "If you want to be a spiteful little shit, go ahead. Making your life worse than hell will be an amusing hobby, and I can blow another few million on a more agreeable clone. But if you serve me well," he knelt down to her eye level. "You'll be compensated." His fingers trailed down her face, neck, and settled on her breast. He caressed her nipple, and nudged the wires around them and her clit ever so slightly that it couldn't be anything but pleasurable. "It's such an easy answer, and if you're dumb enough to say no, then you're definitely not the right person for this job." Mia screamed at the pain in her mouth, not even the humans from her passed had done things like this to her. Mia kept her mouth shut and slowly crawled over towards Ray. Every time she tried to think about how to get out of the situation she'd groaned out in pain and frustration as she wasn't even allowed to have her own thoughts. Kneeling, her face was already stained with tears and fear. She didn't understand why anyone would do this to anyone. Was she too not a person? But then he spoke, and she realized, she wasn't a person. She was a hired gun with sexual perks. Leti flinched at the collar and looked away from it and him as he wrapped it around her. It brought back too many memories ofthathuman. She could still see his face clearly. For her, she hadn't seen him in almost a year. But really, he was dead by now. She wasn't too sure how to feel about that. The sting of the needle forced her hand to her neck but as he said what it was she felt the blood from her face drop to her feet. "Please don..." she already felt the effects of the sedative as he toyed with her body. Mia only had a small moan, but she chocked it and tried to concentrate. "I'll do it..." she said feeling a little light-headed now. "Don't . Don't tell anyone... what I can do..." she muttered a bit. "Need to find people who practice." She had no other choice than to be his new toy gun, and she didn't like the idea of being stuck in a tube to be tortured. She wasn't sure she could kill herself this time. Ray seemed to have covered all his bases for her, and she was out witted for the first time. "Good girl." Ray smiled and wiped one of her tears away. Breaking her in had been more enjoyable than he imagined. He'd just noticed how hard his cock had grown. He stood back up. The bulge in his slacks was an inch from her face. His heart was pumping, and he wanted her, but again, he held back. There was work to be done. He reached for a shiny silver chain leash from the table and clicked it onto her collar. "You call me 'sir' from now on. I'll call you whatever I like. For now, you're 'Fido'. Now, Fido, I want you to walk ahead of me. Open doors for me, etcetera. Don't make eye contact with anyone. We'll get you some nice clothes, and if you impress me, I'll take you to a body mod shop so you can get all your little scribbles back on your skin. Would you like that? Then we'll go find another witch." He yanked the leash to get her on her feet. He didn't allow her the chance to grab the garments the scientists provided. "Move." he ordered. They walked through the cold metal halls of the facility. The technicians stared and ogled her. Some felt relieved, others were turned on. There were grins and stifled chuckles as she walked by. The receptionist at the front desk chimed, "Have a good day, Mr. Lachlan!" Ray smiled to her as Mia led him out of the building. In this part of town, Industry Row, the sky was natural. White mist hung over them and partially obscured the massive, gleaming towers of downtown. The freeways snaked and weaved their way across the sky, crumbling and poorly maintained. The wealthy sat in their automatic flying cars, which hummed overhead in straight paths. A valet waited for them aside Ray's shimmering red air-car, a sleek two-seater with natural leather interior. The valet blushed when he saw Mia and clumsily pulled the handle for the passenger door." Step inside, Fido. Time to give you the tour." Ray removed the leash and stepped in through the other side of the car. There was a control wheel, mostly for show. The car's AI took care of everything once the destination was spoken of or typed in. "Simon," Ray said the name of the car, "Take us to Kalman's Boutique on Rodeo." A friendly percussive beep responded from the speakers and the engine started. The noise was like a dull roar and the car began to rise. It integrated seamlessly into the flow of the air route, and they flew directly to Kalman's. The sky overhead shifted from overcast to sunny abruptly as they drew closer to the shopping district. The palm trees were vivid green and the streets below were lined with flowers and fountains. People in fine clothes with fine, designer faces and bodies walked the paths. They lived in their own bubble of paradise, of wealth, beauty and exuberance. Mia closed her eyes and moved her head away from his crotch, slightly annoyed at the fact that all human men were the same. She couldn't continue that thought though, a pain started in her body and she changed her thoughts to the job. She really didn't like the idea of being paraded around like a dog. That wasn't done in the 1920s. About the most exciting things that happened was the end of prohibition, only to be ended by the great depression. "Fido?" she asked. "That's a strange name..." she noted. His instructions were clear. She wasn't just a hired gun, she was a full on slave to this man. So far, she didn't see what the benefits of this plan were for her. "You're going to make me walk out of here without clothes on? That's barbaric!" She said. She felt her muscles tightening and she instantly panicked. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it sir!" She said to make it stop. Mia refused to make eye contact with anyone in the first place. Walking through the building naked brought her nothing but shame and anger. Not even humans of the past had done this to her. She opened doors and did as she was told, but hot tears fell from her face once they'd made it to the car. "Please don't make me do the-" she looked up. The world was not the same. Mia froze and stared at everything. The world was dirty and dark, only lit up by signs. They hurt her eyes, actually. Seeing flying cars didn't help either. One flew over head and Mia ducked down low. She almost ran into his car when the door was open. She was literally naked and afraid. This was not the same world she'd left so long ago. Mia looked wide-eyed as she looked through the car door window and watched as the world moved away. Mia's hands were gripping tight to her seat belt as she shook in fear. "You... you've changed everything..." she said. Talking about the humans, and not just Ray. As they went higher, Mia had to cover her eyes from the sun and looked even more shocked. "This is disgusting..." she said as she looked out at the beauty. "This shouldn't be taken away from anyone... is this only for the rich like you now, Sir?" she asked as she looked back at him. It was the first time that she actually behaved like her body looked. Ray fiddled with his tablet as the vehicle took them to their destination. Information updated on his screen constantly. Alliances formed, enemies made, companies rise and fall. In their wake was only speculation, secrets, smoke and mirrors. When she spoke, he tucked it away." I imagine this was mostly orchards when you were alive. Our farms are in heavily controlled underground facilities now. But if you think about it, it's not all so different. Most of what you're seeing has an ancestor from your time. Awareness of pollution didn't start until after you were dead, and even then, people were to set in their ways to change. The lineage of the industrial age. No, the world isn't as nice as it was back then. But we're thriving, anyway. The wealthy, that is. But isn't that the way it's always been?" He smiled at her as acid mist lightly sizzled and steamed on the windshield. This was all Ray knew. The geologists predicted a 7% increase in biodiversity over the next two hundred years, which Ray felt was overly optimistic but a positive sign nonetheless. The air car drifted and lowered itself onto an exclusive rooftop landing pad. With a corkscrew turn, the pad lowered into a fortified garage loaded with other luxury vehicles. Ray stepped out of the car. He tossed his jacket to Mia, which was just large enough to cover her ass. Nudity was legal in this district, but only with the right permits. He left the leash in the car. Inside the store, LED displays and android mannequins provided pure capitalist spectacle. Everything was arranged by style and all of it was overpriced: business, business casual, classy, punk, punk-lite, norm core, edgy, and more. "I'll allow you to pick something formal, something professional, and something casual. Don't take too long." Mia looked at him in shock in his ignorance about how the world looked, how the world behaved, how it should've behaved. She clearly remembered going to the human government, telling them what they were doing to their crops, and they did nothing but laugh at her and call security to get the wetback out of the office. Everything was different. This was not thriving. He won't be right when the poor die. He'll just be normal and no one will give him any special treatment She thought to herself as she eyed him. When the car landed she held onto her seat belt hard, and even hard when the ground started to move again. Mia couldn't help but stare out the window as the ground went down and the rest of the world went up. It's not that this idea was new to her, but the fact that they did it ... in a building.... that was in the sky.... that was over another city... well it confused her. "Why is it so hard to take care of your city and live with everyone else?" she asked him quite seriously. "If you put as much money into fixing this world as you probably did to bring me back, I'm sure it'd make a world of difference..." she said. Then again, she didn't know just how big this world was anymore. Glad to have something to cover herself with, Mia moved around the room with the clothes, picking them up, poking her hand through pre-made holes, and rips. "How are these clothes?!" She asked in shock. Mia had picked up a pair of pants, that were shorts with strings and looked around like does anyone else think this is weird? She wasn't sure she'd be able to find anything to wear. A girl came over to her and started to try and talk her into buy everything, already having seen that she had a collar one, which meant she was owned by someone who was probably rich. Mia would stare at her, watching the way her mouth moved as she said words she'd never heard before. Mia eventually asked the girl to leave, seeing that she was not really that helpful and started to grab at things. She picked at colors she liked, fabrics that felt nice to the touch, and that looked expensive. By the end, she'd actually ended up with some decent clothes. The Professional was a hard one for her, but in the end, she remembered she was a weapon. She put together an outfit with a black long sleeve jacket with zippers in places she could hide things, a black t-shirt that was made out of mesh that came with a black undershirt, and a pair of pants that she was able to move around in, should the occasion occur. The Casual was a little more adventurous for her. She had picked black tight pants, boots, and a violet colored tank top with a matching jacket. These weren't things woman were supposed to wear in the 20s. For her, she felt a little more than badass. The dress, however, was a problem for her. She picked the one she liked... the most. But she wasn't thrilled about the fashion with this generation so far. The dress was a floor length gown with gold accents around the bodice." Done." she said as she returned to Ray. "Three outfits, formal, professional and casual." she said. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to change, or do anything else so she'd just walked over to him while the girl rang up everything. Ray chuckled and shook his head at her naïveté. "That's not the way humanity works. It never has, and it never will. But, I'm sure if you had my fortune, youwould flip this city into a utopia." He laughed again. "Maybe this is hard to believe, but I'm doing my part to fix things, specifically the planetary water crisis. Why shouldn't my company profit from its labor? The world gets much, much uglier outside the city limits. We've had world wars, plagues, famines, nuclear holocaust, genocides, every apocalyptic event you can imagine since you died. If you think this is bad, wait til you see San Francisco." Ray headed to the lounge to wait for Mia to finish shopping. The lighting there was sparse, to accentuate the neon silver bars clung to the walls. Ray sat alone at the bar, which was tended by a cheery man with elaborate facial hair. "I'll have a fizz tonic, please." Ray said. The bartender could tell Ray wasn't in the mood to socialize and quickly made the drink. A man and a woman were seated at a booth in the corner. The man laughed forcefully, like he had no cares in the world. A stack of boxes and bags lay at their feet, and the woman was trying on all of her new jewelry. Ray recognized the man, a junior executive at Julian International named Ephraim Koenig. If there were any company about to send a hit squad after Ray, Julian would be it. Ephram glanced at Ray and grew quiet. He turned away from Ray's view and began typing something out on his tablet, but Ray darted from his seat and "accidentally" spilled his drink onto Ephraim's tablet. "You shit heap!" Ephraim snarled. "Pardon me," Ray replied. "I can be so clumsy. I'll pay for the damages, just excuse me for a moment." Ray lied and walked out of the lounge as Ephraim attempted to recover his data. The timing was perfect. Mia had finished, and the attendant brought Ray the register pad, which Ray pressed his palm against. A green flicker emanated from the screen and the receipt sent itself electronically. The attendant smiled and said, "Have a wonderful day!" Ray gripped Mia's hand and walked fast. "One of the corps that want me dead knows I'm here. We're going to my place now." They rushed to the car and took off from the landing port without incident. As they flew off, a black van swept in and landed in their place. "That's probably them. Julian's mercenaries. Kalman's was a dumb choice, their weapons scanners only work in the building, not the parking lot. Oh, well. All's well that ends well." The car cut a path between towers. Behind their clear windows, thousands of office workers in neutral colored suits typed and bumbled about. Advertisements for For Cola and Gentleman's Instant Dinners flashed holograms in the sky. Ray's car ascended to the middle section of one of these towers, beyond the reach of advertisements. The car entered a rectangular port that jutted out from the steel wall, flanked by waterfalls on each side. They hovered inside and parked between two other cars. Ray looked at Mia. "Welcome home." Ray's loft took up three floors and ten rooms. The first floor held the kitchen and living area, second floor with his office and research areas, and the top floor held bedrooms and recreation areas. The interior followed a black and sand color scheme. The walls were porous black stone, imported from Mercury. The carpet was lush, infused with gold strands and self-cleaning micro fibers. The furniture and shelves were all abstracted shapes and complimented each other with sculptural precision. There were few plants, each genetically modified and spliced from genes preserved before their native desert areas became inhospitable to any life. A patio area lay ahead of them, about half the size of a football field and covered in an immaculate garden. Ray led her up the stairs and to her room. It was bare, containing only a bed, vintage armor, and mirror. "This will be your quarters. If you're hungry, press this button." Ray pointed to a number pad on the wall next to her door, his finger on a big green button. "I'll let you settle in, then we have work to do. But first, quick question: what do you need from another witch? Your kind are long gone, only amateurs selling crystals and candles remain. I doubt they'll be much use to you." When Ray put his hand on the thing the girl was holding, Mia watched intently. She saw the color turn green to his hand and the woman seemed happy. She was completely fascinated by it. What happened to paper money? Or coin? Mia thought about all the things he'd listed off earlier about what had happened in what was now history. This was not the same world at all anymore. When he grabbed her and pulled her out, Mia couldn't help but look back and see who he was talking about. The two made eye contact and Mia quickly turned back to look at Ray, who seemed pretty keen on leaving quickly. Mia watched out the window again, seeing the black car, and then other cars that were flying around. It was like having ADD suddenly. Too much to look at. Ray's home was... interesting to Mia. There was almost no real character (to her) on the inside. It was completely perfect and clean. Did anyone even live here? It was the garden that caught her attention. She stopped to admire it before being forced away from it. Nature was very important to her, and to finally see it in this life was a much-needed warmth. She was going to spend a lot of time in there. Sadly, that idea was completely ruined when she saw her ... room? She stared at the bed and the emptiness of it. This wasn't a quarter. It was a cell. She did her best to keep her face straight as she stopped in and looked at the green button for food. "So I can't leave?" She asked. His question made her stop moving though. "G-gone?" she asked him. "Like... out of this country?" she asked. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to. How could she be left with some imposters trailing behind? Mia's face suddenly went very, very sad. She didn't need an answer from Ray anymore. She didn't want to know those details. Looking away, Mia hugged her arms to her and took a second to mourn. "Do. Do you have newspapers still? I'd like to know what happened..." her voice was a little broke, but she was trying to play it off like she was fine. "Don't worry, you can leave the room. You're free to explore my home, just stay off of the second floor. That's my work area. I've programmed the sensors to cause your body to react if you linger around there too long. This button panel is only for your convenience. If you want to cook something yourself, go on ahead. I have an automatic chef that knows exactly how I like everything. We can teach it to make things to your liking, as well." He pushed the button and images of entrées and quantities of ingredients popped up on screen. He touched the screen and scrolled up and down." As for the witches, they weren't numerous to begin with. Magic became more of a novelty than way of life. Nowadays, even spiritualists and religion are perceived as ignorant. But there are a select, elite few who keep the supernatural alive. I could pull a few strings and have you meet someone like that, I'm sure. As for newspapers," he pressed a different button on the panel that displayed food a moment beforehand. The home page for the Los Angeles Times app appeared. "They're all in here, now. But, it's little clunky to use this thing in your wall. Here." He tossed her a glossy black device, paper thin and bendable. "Squeeze the edges." The screen lit up, matching the page on the wall. A hologram extended off the device and into the air, about the size of a newspaper page. "It's quite intuitive, I can help you if you need me. But before any of that..." Ray loosened his tie and pushed the button again. The screens turned off." I want to do a more thorough examination of you. Strip." he ordered. Mia furrowed her brows a bit as he reminded her of the stupid wires in her body. She didn't want to remember they were in her. That this wasn't her original body, that she was owned... She felt a little overwhelmed by everything he was explaining, how things worked. Press this button, touched this screen, look for that light. What the fuck happened to actual work? Mia couldn't help but lean in look at the little pictures of food changing. Most of it she recognized, but there were a few that she didn't know at all. When he moved on to the witches, Mia shook her head. "There were actually a lot of us." She defended. "Most just didn't bother working with or around... your kind." she tried to smile, but it was clear 'your kind' wasn't something she ever wanted to be. She didn't get a choice. She was too strong to be left alone. Furthermore, she was basically a magical soldier. "How can magic become a novelty to anyone? Don't they understand what it is?" She didn't actually want an answer, it was really just another reason to dislike humans. Seeing the screen change again, Mia couldn't help but examine the machine, leaning too close to the screen. "It hurts my eyes." she said, in clear disdain for the thing as she backed away. Mia jumped as the hologram popped up. Almost ignoring him as she tried to touch it, poke into it, move it, anything. All it did was flicker and stay where it was. This was defiantly an interesting time now. "I'll figure it out." Less time with him the better. Mia's head snapped up at him as he abruptly demanded her to strip. She almost wanted to laugh. Almost. Shaking her head, Mia glared at him. If she disobeyed, she'd get hurt. If she obeyed, he'd touch her. Her old memory flashed a smile of her first human lover, and she turned away from him in anger. The young woman's hands landed on her hips as she shook her head some more, arguing with herself about what to do. It's not my body. It's not my body... She reminded herself as she took off her jacket, then her shirt, then her boots and pants. Now in her new underwear, Mia turned and looked at him. There was a blush on her face as she crossed her arms. "I don't like this." she said, her accent coming through a bit.

Cybermancy (BabyGirl1990 + nailcrosser)|rating:3.0

A Porn-World [Sao & Violence]

("And pencils down..." Mr. Reeves was known as the most strict teacher in the school. When other teachers said "pencils down" it meant finish what you were writing and then set the pencils down. When Mr. Reeves said it, the sentence was punctuated with the sound of pencils clicking against desks. If you were lucky, or just smart, usually everything was already filled in. But he kept a tight timetable on his tests, and it was exceptionally rare that anybody finished them to completion. The only silver lining was that he graded along a curve. If nobody answered a question on the test, it wouldn't be counted against anybody. There had been one year, a now-legendary class, that had pushed that ideology to its natural conclusion. Nobody in the class answered any of the questions. Mr. Reeves had not been pleased, and depending on who you asked it was a different terrible fate that the class met. One thing was for certain, no class since had ever tried it. He was patient, but deliberate, as he moved through the class collecting the papers. A few of the students broke into hushed whispers asking how they thought one another had performed on the exam. Girls asked one another if they found it hard to concentrate on the vibrating seats, sometimes surprised to find out the seats hadn't been doing that for their classmates. Boys in the back joked with one another about things they would do to each other's moms. Most of them listing things they'd already done. One of the girls in back complained that the thermostat was too high and removed her shirt, exposing her soft but small breasts to the room as she fanned herself with her copy of the Kama Sutra - the book they'd been taking the test on. Once all the papers were gathered he made his way back up to the front of the class, a boy and a girl snickered as his shoe stuck to a used condom that had been between two of the rows of desks. It was just another day in class. He didn't mind them talking to each other as long as it pertained to class. He could quiet them down once he was done collecting papers, and his students had long ago learned never to act out too much. The only thing that was expressly forbidden was cell-phone use. Mr. Reeves just felt that was disrespectful. What could possibly be so urgent that a student - usually a girl - couldn't wait until the Lunch Break? His dark navy blue suit always made him look more like he was ready for a business seminar than teaching an 11th grade Sex and Technique class. But his degrees had been in bondage and humiliation, and he'd learned the power of a suit early on. Likewise, all of his students were expected to call him "Sir". Just being at the front of the room was usually enough to get everyone to start calming down and quieting. Most of the students started to simmer down except for one unfortunate brunette who's vibrating chair seemed to have missed the memo that the test was over. Usually after a test the rest of the class period would be spent in review of the material and going over questions the students had regarding the test. The only exception to that routine was in the extremely unlikely event that somebody would actually have the audacity or foolishness to misbehave in Mr. Reeves' class. That cell-phone screen three desks in on the row nearest the windows shined at him like a beacon... it may as well have been a neon sign with flashing letters saying "Emily is being bad"." Ahem," he cleared his throat and tapped the bamboo cane he kept at his desk against the trash can making an echo through the room. "Might the rest of the class be privy to the emergency that's caused you to break my no-sexting-in-class rule?" (|-HipsterWave-I-like-Christina-Vlahakis-babes-green-rainbow-shorts-brunette-Hot-Girl-girls-side-boob-Perfect-body-deano1-test-keiths-pics-beauty-The-Ladies-pics-Sexxxy-girl-sexy-boyshorts-mmmmnice-my-faves-sweet-young-thing-Cero-Uno-Cantique-new-babe-lingerie-panties-sex-hot-awesome-ANALOVE-GREEN_large.jpg)Emily was in a bad mood when she entered the class today. Not because she hadn't been studied, she had spent the last three nights for it, but because of her boyfriend. He couldn't believe the fact that she couldn't go out with him because she had to study. He thought she was trying to avoid him. And with all his "proof" that how she hadn't texted him back, how she had abruptly logged out from Facebook when they were chatting...who said girls had the best imagination and jealousy? Her boyfriend was proving the opposite. It wasn't the first time he was doing this, it happened every time they had to separate, and she started to get tired. Yes, it was good that he care and love her, but was this really love? Or it was over-possessive? She was his girlfriend, and she had other things to keep in mind, friends, school, clubs... He had been acting as if one day he would tie her to his bed so she couldn't be away from him. That may sound too crazy even for someone like Johnny. But he was getting on her nerve and she would have to talk to him soon. The test didn't go well as she expected, the main reason was her boyfriend had been floating in her head. She had been thinking about him and her as she read the question about sexual positions. Had they done this pose? How had it felt like? She knew when they met, he would apologize for being a jerk, and they would have a makeup sex, which pose would they go next?... Time seemed to stop when she was deep in her thoughts but in reality it didn't, and obviously she hadn't answered all the question. Emily sighed when she put the pencil down. Just one more minutes, and she would be able to fill that blank, but she would rather not to test the teacher. He hadn't been called "Toughie" for no reason. She turned aside to see Jessica with her opened shirt. That girl always did that! She always wanted the boys to turn around and stare at her boobs. It wouldn't be something to complain if those two small things could be called boobs. Emily just turned away with a smirk. She wouldn't mind opening her own shirt and wave her breasts into that girl face, if they were in another class. No, she would just stay a good student now, she already had problem with her boyfriend, no need for another problem with the teacher. A boy sat next to her poked her shoulder with his pen." What?" she asked, annoyed. Other than her boyfriend, she hated people be so intimated. The guy shrugged and gave her a big smile, his eyes weren't looking at her, though. Emily's eyes follow his gaze and stopped at his trousers. A thick pole was pointing out, probably the result of those pictures in the test. He looked at her now, and winked. Emily formed her mouth to the word "small" and looked away again. She was not one would open her legs for anybody. Touching, yes. Kissing, maybe. Sex, not unless he was someone important to her. It was then the important boy called her. Quickly she reached into her bag to search for her phone. It wasn't a call but a text. And just like she had guess, it said "I'm sorry, can we meet tonight?" A smile drew on Emily's face and the girl promptly texted back, already forgot what Toughie had said about phones and his class. The moment she hit the "send" button, she heard his voice and looked up, terrified "I'm sorry Mr. Tou... Reeves. It won't happen again." she stammered. He was not oblivious to the nickname he had around the school. He'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to not have heard it eventually. Students were rarely as clever about that kind of thing as they believed themselves to be. Rather than fight the reputation, he'd always worn it as a badge. Bondage and Discipline was a course that he taught at the school, and keeping students in line was so much simpler when he already had stories circulating around about him." No, Emily, I'm quite certain that it won'happen again," he said and made a gesture for her to stand up. "The problem is that it happened at all." This wasn't his Bondage and Discipline class, but thankfully he taught Sex and Technique in the same lab. It was always frustrating to have to move a student to another room to punish them. He flipped a switch like the one he used to bring down the projector screen, only instead it brought down the strapped cuffs from the ceiling. They were rarely used in this class. When the students were supposed to demonstrate technique they would usually pair off on their desks, or push desks together or apart to make room for group assignments. So when the Strapped came down in S&T, everybody knew somebody was in trouble. A wave of "Rosewood"s flowed over the room and all eyes were on Emily. Emily had always been such a good student, too. She was usually the head of the curve in tests, and she'd performed fabulously on her last Oral assignment. It was almost a shame to have to make an example out of her. He suspected it was a new boyfriend or girlfriend. Students always got a little flaky when they had a preferred sex partner. It distracted from the more universal techniques they were supposed to be learning in class." Leave your clothing at the desk and come up front, please." When you were known as Mr. Toughie, it tended to put extra punch in the words to be polite. Her heart started to beat faster. Johnny definitely would pay for this, making her messing up in Toughie’s class. The girl cursed her boyfriend, and herself for being so stupid and careless. Why couldn’t she wait for a couple of minutes till break time? Emily heard her own intake breath when that thing came down, when was the last thing they saw this? Oh my, what was he going to do to her now? She thought she would be sent to the principal office, and they would call her parents, but this was far beyond that. In fact, the girl would prefer to meet the principal right now. He was a nice man, and she was always a good kid, she was sure she would get away with a blowjob. But now…her fate had sealed. The sound from her classmates only added to the nervousness that was growing inside her. It was always exciting to see someone was going to be punished, except for that someone was you. She saw the boy had been showing her his manhood wore his big smile again. He was certainly happy for her had been a bitch to him. What was she going to do now? Beg him for mercy? Wouldn’t it only make this worse? If he was that generous, he wouldn’t be call Toughie from the beginning. The teenage girl started feel scare. She wished there was an “undo” button and everything would be alright again, just press that button, and it would be undone, her stupid action, her quarrel with Johnny… Why was she thinking about him now? Mr. Toughie’s talk pulled her back from her thoughts. He wanted her to undress? It was not a big problem if she knew for sure what he was going to do to her…and that cuff. She could imagine, but she didn’t want to believe. Yet, she knew best not to anger him further. With her shaking fingers, Emily unbuttoned her shirt, slid it off of her body, revealing her soft skin. With another simple move, her bra also came off and her young firm breasts popped out, nipples were still hard from the previous test. She was a bit hesitant, but eventually she spent down, sliding her skirt and panties off of her legs. For she had been studying the past few days, there was a small bush between her thighs. Not too much but was enough to draw pink on her cheeks. She wished she had had time to shave, but after all she hadn’t known she would be showing her body to everyone. Slowly, she moved up to the spot he had told her to, her legs tried to stay as close together as possible as she walks, and her arms were in front of her while her hands tried to cover her secret place. Without even turning around, the girl could feel her classmate’s eyes burning into her, and again, her cheeks only reddened. When she was close he put the cuffs on her ankles first then pressed a number 7 on the classroom remote control. The cuffs were pulled outward so that her legs were parted at an uncomfortable distance. But it was when he pulled the arms behind her back and attached the cuff from the ceiling that it would probably get just a little big painful. The chain pulled her wrists upwards and forced her shoulders forward until she was in an almost mountable position with her bare ass and exposed pussy facing the rest of the class." Mr. Reeves," the topless girl called out, "I think she's out of dress code, too!" She was referring, of course, to the unshaven nature of Emily's crotch. He walked around to the other side of Emily and looked down at her cunt. He pulled softly on the pubic hair and pressed a pen into the length, the pointy end of it pressing like a needle into Emily's outer labia. Official dress code said that girls could maintain pubic hair only to a certain point, and it had to be properly groomed if they had it. If he could see flesh through the fuzz and could slide a pen through it without it getting tangled… she was within code. Most girls shaved just to avoid the constant maintenance. And to avoid the matting for cream pie picture day. "Nice try, Donna," he called back, "But she's within dress code. Another outburst and you'll be joining her," he said. Then he spoke softly and more directly to Emily. "Don't let this get any longer, Emily. You're in enough trouble as it is." The first thing he did was take the classroom paddle against her ass. There was a loud thwack sound as he struck her hard enough to rock her in her bondage. But after that it could almost be thought of as a reward if she were being touched by any other teacher. His finger started rubbing intently at her clit. Long strokes that went up and down the hood and occasionally the entire length of her slit. Any other teacher and it might have been a preemptive to a demonstration… or even a reward for a well performed paper. At worst, most teachers might have just fucked her as a punishment. But Mr. Reeves had a reputation." Everyone else should work on their masturbation technique while Emily thinks about what she's done," he instructed. When he started to secure her, she wanted to ask what was going on, ‬or to beg for mercy, ‬but she just didn't dare to. Whatever he was going to do to her, surely wasn't going to be easy. She waited and suddenly found herself opened widely for everyone's eyes. At least she didn't have to look at them. Emily thought as she gulped nervously. What now? Was he going to spank her? Fuck her in front of the class? She could endure that, she told herself. It wasn't that she was an innocent virgin who was going to have her first time. She could ignore the fact that her classmates were staring at her pussy now, and maybe she would even enjoy it. The thought made her frown. Enjoyed being fucked by Mr Toughie? That just didn't sound right! Yet, along the fear and nervousness she was feeling, the girl also felt her woman core started to get moist. And Emily couldn't swallow the gaps as the cold pen touched her there out of sudden. God, was he going to put that into her? Then she heard him talked, and she released the breath she didn't know she had been holding. It was just about the hair and dress code. That was the least of what she was worrying about. ‬First she wanted to know what he was going to do to her, ‬of course she had a brief idea, but she didn't know exactly. It scared her when she couldn't see what he was doing behind her back, and turn her on at the same time"Ahhh!" Emily yelled as she felt the paddle hit her. She remembered she had seen it hang on the wall near the board, some boys had even taken it and played with the girls when the teachers weren't there. But she had never since any one use it officially. This wasn't just "anyone", this was Toughie, she thought as he breathe struggled to come out heavily. That wasn't a big surprise, though. She had expected him to spank her anyway. Yet his hand on her sensitive flesh wasn't what she had imagined. His hands explored her, ‬going from her small, ‬tender clit to her entire pussy. She closed her eyes and lost herself in his touch. Her clit arched and was tentatively moving out of its protecting hood, waiting for his attention. Wouldn't he just shove his cock into her? She wondered. She had had fantasies of being forced, ‬even of being raped and gang raped, ‬but never thought it would truly happen, and with her classmate watching. The fact that it even turned her on surprised her. Was she a dirty slut? No she wasn't. But she was fighting not to rub herself against his fingers. Her eyes snapped open when she heard him talked again. Everyone masturbate? Was he going to let all of them fuck her? She thought as a shiver ran down her spine. ((The Strapped Position. (I was trying to describe that, so I didn't interrupt with a picture, but I don't know if I succeeded. Lol))He pinched her clit between his fingers and rolled it softly. Gently. One might even have been forgiven for saying it had been tender. His thumb pet it like it was reuniting with a long-lost friend. If he'd been grading her on reaction, she would have passed with flying colors. Students were occasionally graded on the quickness with which they attained a state of arousal for sexual encounters. That project, however, had been a little over a week ago. If he recalled correctly, he had had to assign her a girl as a partner because of the uneven pairing in his class. More girls always signed up for his class than boys. Maybe girls were more interested in technique. Maybe girls responded better to his reputation. He wasn't sure. Before long his fingers were moving a little more aggressively against her cunt. It wasn't forceful or vicious. It was probably not too dissimilar to the technique she used on herself for homework assignments or entertainment. After all, it was his class she'd likely have been doing it for. It was moments after he increased his pace that the sound became a little more audible from behind her. The arrhythmic moist smacking sounds of a dozen boys stroking themselves off at the same time. The buzz of the vibrating chairs or other toys beneath the girls, a few of them making wet suction sounds as they thrust fingers or dildos into themselves. There was always more variety in the way the girls did it. It made grading difficult, but at the same time he enjoyed the challenge of teaching." Tell everyone what was so important you had to text in class," he said as he rubbed her harder. To punctuate the request he thrust his thumb inside her wet pussy. It slid so easily all the way up to the knuckle. ((Kinda, I didn't imagine her arms would be tied up together :P, but the rest is exactly how it popped up in my head. Oh, and just a note, sometimes I make reply at work, so please just put all those NSFW in the link like that one :-[))She wiggled uncomfortably. She was glad he hadn't decided to punish her with brutal, rapid thrusts. She had heard those stories with him making the girls unable to walk for a week. But was this really better? She chewed on her lower lip as his skillful fingers massaged her sensitive flesh, teasing it, making it even wetter and hotter. She squirmed in pleasurable discomfort, she had never thought she would feel this way, but she needed him to move faster and harder. Here was driving her crazy! Her pussy tingled and throbbed, and she began rocking back and forth against his hand to create more friction. But of course she didn't dare to say a work, or to beg. She even tried to swallow her moans, but it was getting harder and harder now. While she was able to control her mouth, at least for now, her body began to move on its own escort. She exhaled heavily as she shifted, trying to have him inside of her. He definitely knew how to burn a girl with desire. Once he would roll her clit like a die, then he would pat it like pushing a button. The button to release her lust and let it take over her. When he actually moved faster however, she jerked upward and her hands grabbed the chains on her arms to steady herself. "Sir... I..." she muttered as her naughty juice flowed out of her and coated his hand. It was then she realized that floppy sound didn't only come from her own body but echoed throughout the room. The others had taken his words and were working on their own pleasure. Emily wished she were them, sitting there with her hands between her legs and constantly rubbed that one spot inside of her until she screams in pleasure. And she did scream. She lost when he plunged into her. Her muscles instinctively clenched around his thumb, stretching around him delightedly. "I-I..." she tried to be pulled out her breath to answer "I was just replying my boyfriend...we'll meet...after school..." she said in a whisper. ((sorry about the delay. I hope I'm getting your intended feel of the world right. ^.^; I'm enjoying the possibilities the more I think about it. )A boyfriend. That was more or less what he had figured. Without fail, students always lost sight of their studies when they started fucking one partner more than any of their other classmates. That simply wouldn't do. Emily had always been a star student. He made a mental note to call her parents in for a conference about her behavior. Certainly whatever she did outside of class was her business, but they had every right to know when it was affecting her education. She was walking a dangerous road, a road that might even lead to something as unspeakable as monogamy." Don't whisper, Emily. Tell everyone what you were discussing with your boyfriend," he put emphasis on the last word. Several of the students around the class made that "Jewish" sound again as if she were in even more trouble. Nobody was dumb enough to believe she was the only one in class that had a preferred partner, but there was still something a little scandalous about being ousted like that. When he could feel her body spasming he did the exact opposite of what he would have done in any other circumstance. He completely pulled his hands away before she could climax. There wasn't a gradual slow down. No shift in pace at all. The second she seemed ready to react, his touch was gone." Mathew," he called out, "Please come up and deposit your cum in Emily." Cum was supposed to be a reward. Boys put it on food to show they liked a girl. Girls wore it on their faces and breasts to show a teacher approved of their work. But Mr. Reeves had completely removed it from its typical academic connotation. It was almost like he'd reduced it to the basest reproductive fluid that it was. In the dark ages, surely they'd have had him stoned for that kind of heresy… but he wasn't even the only teacher known for using this kind of punishment anymore. The school district had certainly gotten strict. Mathew came up and rested one hand on Emily's ass as he continued stroking with his other until he was just about ready to burst. With his teacher's approval he forced his cock into Emily's pussy as deep as he could. The head of his dick kissed her cervix as it spewed his seed inside her. ((No problem. I'm enjoying the game too.)) The heat down there was only growing stronger and harder to ignore. "I...we were planing...for dinner...and sex..." she stammered, feeling more humiliated than ever. It wasn't something wrong to have a boyfriend. But having a boyfriend meant she enjoys having sex with him. Sex was something supposed to be casual, to be use for greeting and other normal activities, not something to yearn for. People had sexed several times a day, having a boyfriend meant she the amount of sex in her current life was beyond average, that her needs was more than that of a normal girl. She felt her pussy throb with a new urgency as he continued his work. The girl was certain that she was about to beg him to make her cum, before her withdrew from her. She let out a moan of relief and frustration, was it over now? It couldn't be that easy, Toughie must have other things in mind for her. But at least he wasn't teasing, making her whimper with arousal anymore. It wasn't that she hadn't come in class before, but it had been an exercise and everybody had been doing that. Now she was the only one on stage for her classmates' entertainment. She felt her face burn in embarrassment when he spoke again. So that was it, she was right after all. He wanted everyone to fuck her. That wasn't so bad, wasn't it? It was just uncomfortable because she was in front of the class. If this was under other circumstances, she would be graceful to open herself for them..." Oh..." Emily couldn't help but moaned when Matthew enter her. She needed this, the teacher had made her so horny, and she wanted a relief right now."Oh, god..." she groans when she felt him lodged deep inside of her. Even Johnny wouldn't be so deep...unless he wanted to cum. She waited for him to move, but she felt his hot liquid filled her inside. No, he couldn't cum right now, he had to move, he had to fuck her! Desperately, the girl tried to move on her own, contracted her inner walls around his cock as she felt it eventually soften. She tried to pushed back against him, feeling her ass meet his stomach before her finally withdrew from her, his white sheet pooled down her legs. She cried out, feeling as if her body was being tortured. "What...why..." she panted, her mind was clouded with lust "...please... I need to cum..." "Of course you need to cum," her teacher said, patting her ass softly now. Like he wouldn't even risk her getting a response from a spanking that would drive her over the edge. He was perfectly content to just let her sit at the precipice until she rolled back down. When her body cooled, he'd start it up again. For a minute, he just sat there letting her stew in her frustration until another boy raised his hand that he was about to spill his load. Then Mr. Reeves gestured for him to come up to her. Just like the previous boy, he put his cock in her pussy. But now that she was already used, already dripping a fresh cream pie, it slid into her even easier. He did it agonizingly slow, too. He pushed it inside her so slow and so frictionless that it was likely just a pressure inside her." Sorry Em," he said. Though, it was clear from his tone that he wasn't. He held himself almost perfectly still while his cock released his seed inside her. His hands digging into her hips almost fiercely enough to leave bruises. "We should totally hang out sometime," he said to her as he started to pull his dick free of her twice-used cunt. Just like he'd put it in, he was slow in pulling it out... his member having already gone soft before he could even get it all the way free. Two more boys were invited up. One was able to get himself inside her but had been in a hurry compared to the others. The second boy hadn't even been able to get it in before blasting lashes of cum over her pubic hair and the backs of her thighs... much of it landing on the floor beneath her. And her teacher just sat on his desk watching her until he could see her impending orgasm retreat. He snapped a rubber glove on his hand and rolled up the sleeve of his suit, "Would you care to explain to the class what lesson you've learned, Emily?" he asked as he moved around her body again and threatened to touch her pussy. Her entire body writhed as his hands went to caress her her nipples and sex throbbed so much now. His reply made her explode with questions, but she thought she knew what he was intending now. After all this was supposed to be a punishment...yet she didn't know if she would be able to tolerate. She sighed and moaned gently as her body began to calm down, but she knew this wasn't the end. Now she knew they didn't call him Toughie for no reason. Johnny, I hate you!she cursed in her head. She was always the golden student, and if she wasn't going to receive a reward, she would never receive a punishment. Not until now. And the next guy came up. He was one of the boys had tried to ask her out, they would show their cock to her and if she accepts, she would either suck it or let them fuck her right there and then. She could hear the joy in his voice even as he apologized, his dreamed had come true now. Emily did not care about anything in those moments except for his to go inside of her. She shuddered in arousal, knowing she was helpless, but still twisted and turned against the restraints hopelessly. He was moving with a snail's speed!" Please... more!" She exhaled as her moaning increased with every inch of him going into her. And once again she felt that hot liquid warmed her inside. Her hips bucked helplessly as he slowly pulled out. Oh god, she was going to be crazy if this continued! And it did." Please...my body is burning" the girl scream as the third boy released himself inside her, and of course didn't give her any release. Her nipples went still untouched, and they were so erect it was almost painful. The small contact with the last guy's cock was even worse, it seemed to have double effort on her as she screamed again "I'm so horny, just let me cum!" But then everything was gone, and she stood there, panting. Her pussy was swollen, and everybody could see the lips were moving as if grabbing an invisible cock. She bucked and wriggled her hips again as the teacher touched her, her pussy was dripping wet, inviting him. "...not to...use phone in class?..." she said breathlessly. "I'll tell you when you're horny enough," her teacher said as he pat her head. It was probably the least sexual thing he could have done for her, and it was deliberate. He made no secret of the fact that she was being denied. There were still eight more boys in the class. Even assuming he only allowed each to go once, and that he didn't make her do anything with the girls... if the pattern continued she had at least eight more loads of cum to take before it seemed he'd let her climax. Their hands made slapping sounds as each of them stroked their cocks faster. It seemed to be a game, like they weren't allowed to touch her at all. When they came up to her each, in turn, just jerked his cock until he was on the last stroke and only then would he slide it inside her used cunt. By the fifth boy that released inside her, her pussy was oozing an almost grotesque line of cum and more of it seemed to end up on the floor than inside her. Her teacher pushed her head down so that she had to at the mess that was falling between her legs. Strictly speaking, leaving cum on the floor was also against school policy, and she'd likely have seen him make girls lick it from the ground before. But he didn't seem especially worried about it, at the moment. Maybe he wouldn't push the lesson so far. Most of the girls in class watched her with envy. They eyed the cum falling from her hungrily. Cum was supposed to be a reward, or a treat, or a show of fondness... at the worst it was sticky side effect of a social interaction. To see it used as part of a punishment confused and excited most of the girls. Some of them played around in their heads and imagined they were in Emily's place. Of course none of them were denied relief when their clits throbbed and called out to their wandering fingers. The sixth boy came up and made she looked at his cock before he did anything with it. Nathan had won an award that year for the kind of shots he could blast when he came, and there was a little big of a hush that fell over the room as he stroked himself nearer completion behind her. When he finally slid his cock in, he barely stuck the head in and let his cum blast forth like canon fire. Thick heavy bursts of cum beat at the insides of her cunt like the shots were trying to barge past her cervix. But just like all the others he didn't thrust, or move, or allow any kind of attention to her eager cunt besides spilling his seed inside her. He was still cumming when he pulled it out, more lashes whipping like wet noodles against the back of her thighs and falling into the pool that was gathering ever more between her legs." And of course, you realize, we'll have to call your parents," her teacher informed her as if she weren't aching at all. "Ooh..." she sighed as his light patting only increased that heat between her legs. Technically she was being humiliated in front of her class, but she also was nearing orgasm, and she didn't know which was more important. The sensation was becoming unbearable, and her legs felt weak. Her knees were shaking, and it would have knocked the ground if she wasn't tied up in her restraints. The young girl could hear that slopping sound behind her, the sound of them playing with their sex, both the boys and the girls. And she was their material of masturbating. Emily didn't know if that was bad. Normally it would be a compliment when a man looked at a girl and start to stroke his cock. That meant she turned him on. But this was a punishment, and she was turning everybody on, helping everybody reaching their climax. Every one except herself. Her pussy throbbed as the mix of the boys' semen and her own juice leaked out, pooling down her legs. She shrieked when the next boy entered her, shooting his seed into her and quickly pulled out. And then another, and another...her poor pussy contrasted around their hot cocks but wasn't able to keep them inside. I wish they would just fuck me and get it over with. She thought. She was forced to look at them, look at what they had done to her. The sight of that naughty liquid coming from inside only made her more aroused and all she could do was moaning. Her nipples were like two pieces of ruby, hard and red, and she wished she could touch them, could grope her breasts and roll her arching nipples with her fingers. She was shuddering in arousal when Nathan came to her. Just the sight of his cock was enough for her inner walls to tighten up and she whimpered uncomfortably. "Please... Nate..." she begged as he talked to her. She knew it was useless already as he would hardly disobey the teacher. But she needed to cum. Her pussy was dripping by the time he pushed himself into her. His release was powerful, yet never enough to push her over into her own release, even though it burned within her so deeply. She tried her best to push back against him, his hot iron pole touched the deepest area inside of her, and with her own pump she was able to rubbed her sensitive walls around him. But of course it wouldn't be enough. "Let me cum, please!" She screamed when he pulled out of her, just like every other boys. The throbbing, pulsating fire in her loins could not build any longer, like a dam fit to burst." Yes..." she replied to Mr Toughie ".pl...please, I'm so fucking hot" she kept squealing as her clitoris twitched, her legs now shuddering while her back kept arching for sensations that her mind could barely comprehend. "... A-anything....please just let me cum..." Her teacher didn't even address her concerns until another three boys had already spilled their cum for her. Only one of them even made it into her pussy, the other two releasing their cum on her back out of overeager impatience. He undid the fastenings to her ankles and her arms, but made sure to keep her from touching herself. "There are three boys left that haven't cummed, yet," he explained to her as he lay her on her back over the desk. If she looked outward, she could finally see the class, now. Upside down from her perspective, still enjoying her show... some of the boys that had been spent already stroking themselves again." They deserve a reward for their stamina, don't they, Emily?" he said. He contorted her into a kind of human pretzel shape. Her knees pressed roughly into her armpits. With where he put her and how he confined her arms it would be difficult, but not impossible for her to reach her pleading clit, but it was pretty obvious that she wasn't supposed to." Finish the rest of them in your mouth," he told her. The three boys that remained came up to her without even being called and each presented their cock to her as they forced themselves to stop jerking off. Her teacher pressed the head of his cock against her slit, "After you take all three loads in your mouth, apologize to the class for disrupting their time. I'll let you cum. When I tell you it's okay." He seemed deadly serious, "If you cum before I give you permission, you'll have to stay after school to be punished again. And you'll come back after school every day until you get it right, do you understand?" With that, he achingly slowly pushed his dick inside her used and destroyed pussy... She squealed when another boy entered her and again tried her best to fuck him, but it was just useless. His seed shot into her womb, filling her, making her yearn for more. Some others were right after her, but they didn't do anything more than making her hornier. She thought just one slightest touch would make her explode, but she was wrong, it only made her feel more of the urge to rip her hands of the restraints and move her fingers in her pussy. She dropped onto her knees with a groan when the teacher untied her. Was it over now? It couldn't be! He didn't intend to keep her on the edge, did he? She thought and hope, and prayed, and didn't put up any resistance as he walked her to the table and modified her into an uncomfortable position. Nothing was more uncomfortable than that needy feeling inside of her. Emily nodded sightly at his talk, she was desperate to have her release now that she would nod to anything didn't matter if she understands or not. She almost pushed back again him, feeling him teasing her pussy. If only he wasn't Mr Toughie, there was still something of that name reminding her not to do anything until he told her to. "Y-yes-s..." she answered, holding her breath to keep herself till and added" ...sir..." for a good impression. The girl turned to look at the cocks they offered her, she could smell the precut on them and it send electricity through her veins, down to that burning spot between her legs. She quickly opened her mouth to let one of them push his throbbing erection in, while her hands went to have a hold on the other two. That musky smell and salty sensation now was so close to her sense, and that feeling of her teacher agonizingly slid into her made toes curled, and every muscle in her body seemed to tenser. Oh, how much she wanted to just explode right now.

A Porn-World [Sao & Violence]|rating:2.0

Sister dearest...suck my cock ((LostInTheMist & Wind))

It was a simple house on the outskirts of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. A large faux Italian decoded kitchen, a small backyard, four bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a man-cave in the basement. Family photos lined every wall, but as one walked about the home the faces in the photos quickly began to paint a story. Allison "All" is the not usual student. When she isn't rock climbing or bike racing with her father on the weekends, she is being made to do laps around the local lake by her mother for the school rowing crew. Despite it all she hasn't lost her 4.0 GPA average since the 7th grade. She is taking college courses primarily in her last year with a predetermined rowing scholarship at NYC. She is only a few weeks of leaving for the first of summer classes, not even waiting to join other freshman in the fall. She her simple pretty face was on over half of the pictures on the walls. Different awards, articles with a photo about her achievements, even a first "walking" photo. All took up much of her parent's life and energy. She had since birth which was quite confounding because she was a twin. Her twin sister born right alongside her, no one entirely sure which twin managed to come first thanks to a hospital mix up. As All quickly grew and prospered at even the simplest tasks earlier than her peers the family rumor was that All must be the eldest. She had taken spotlight in the family since they girls were first presented to their parents. Alli was a simple classic beauty. Picture-perfect features with a trim body minimal on the curves. She was made for rowing with her upper body strength, and her brain was made for being a CEO of a Fortune 500 of her own making before she hit 35. She was often quiet with her nose in a book, but not entirely anti-social. Furthermore, she had been on the mission of school presented by her parents for so long she just didn't understand anything other than her sport and schooling. The evening of March 31 the twins were having there 18th birthday party. Friends littered the house, and this is one of the few areas that All suffered. Her rowing team showed up, but the 15-person team was nothing compared to the 20 some other friends throughout the house. Their parents had pizzas galore, but everything paused for the special song." Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!Happy birthday, All & Ashley! Happy birthday to you!"" Blow out your candles All and make a wish! You too Ashley!" Their parents rejoiced in front of a 3 layer cake with a "1" & "8" candle for the girls. All shrugged but didn't even blow out the candles."Thank you, Mom, thank you Dad! Thank you for everything!" She came over and gave them a short hug before leaving to return to the party." Ashley would you want some cake?" Their dad asked already turning around when the candles were out. Ashley (or "Ash" to everyone except her parents) did not have the same ease with schoolwork as her sister did. While she still maintained a solid 3.7 GPA, she had to work hard at it, rather than gliding through everything as apparently effortlessly as her sister did. She resented the way All was her parents obvious favorite, the one they always chose to spend time with when the two twins were doing something different. Ash was blessed in areas other than All though. Unlike her fraternal twin, she had a curvy body with blonde hair and blue eyes. Despite being only five feet five inches tall, she wore a 34D bra, had a 25-inch waist, and hips that measured at 35 inches. She had a toned body from her years on the cheerleading team, of which she had become Captain in her Junior Year, and she was one of the most popular girls in school. But what she craved more than anything else was the approval and appreciation of her parents. But they never seemed to care what Ash did, what she accomplished, because All was already outdoing her, and her parents only had eyes for the "older" twin. Besides, Ash's parents didn't approve of her cheerleading. She had overheard them talking in a low voice once about how her mother considered it one step above stripping, and wondering if they should make Ash drop it. Given that it was her only real extracurricular activity, and that she could earn a partial scholarship with it, they had let her stick with it. Ash had been furious with her mother's characterization and the way they had decided to 'let her' stick with it. She had never had sex, or even been on a date. Not that she hadn't been asked by plenty of guys. She was determined to show her parents that she was a responsible young woman, even if she was a cheerleader. Yes, the cheer uniforms were skimpy, even by cheer standards, and yes, many of the dance moves were provocative at best, but Ash had worked hard to transform herself from the slightly plump acne-prone middle schooler she had once been into the lean, muscular young woman she was now. She'd had to fight tooth and nail to convince her parents to set up an exercise room in their house, and it had only been when All had declared she was interested in rowing and wanted the same thing that her parents had finally relented. Nothing Ash did mattered. Nothing Ash accomplished mattered. All was smarter. All was more athletic. All was more interesting. All was better loved. As their parents called them in to blow out the candles and make a wish she was reminded of another thing. Her parents were willing to call All by the nickname she preferred, but they never called Ash by the name she wanted them to use. All was too busy to blow out the candles, so Ash went over to the cake. As she leaned down she had an odd compulsion to make an actual wish. She closed her eyes and wished with all her heart that she could become the favorite of her parents, that All would turn dumb, or slutty, or maybe all of it, and that Ash had some way to do that to her. She felt a tingle run through her at the thought, but it disappeared immediately, and she figured it had to be her imagination as the candles went out. Furthermore, she even felt briefly ashamed about the vindictiveness of her wish. Her Dad offered her cake. "Thanks Dad," she said. "And it's Ash," she said for what was probably the millionth time. But he was already offering cake to others. She sat down in the corner and ate her cake quietly. She paid lip service tribute to the friends who came over to wish her well, and she noted with some satisfaction that she wound up with more presents than All. About an hour after the cake was served, as Ash had polished off the second piece her Dad had offered her (possibly forgetting he'd already given her a piece) their parents broke up the party. After all, they had to leave for the train station if they wanted to catch their flight to Florida where their Caribbean Cruise would start from. Their present to their kids was two weeks on their own just as summer started up. There were a few rules like how many friends they could have over at one time, but other than that, they were provided with a generous allowance to buy food or ingredients for meals. (All loved to cook, and Ash had to admit that the food she made was always delicious... better than Ash's own attempts, though she wasn't bad; she just didn't have All's gift. As usual.) The allowance would also let them rent movies, or pay for some time rock climbing, or whatever they wanted to do. Personally Ash intended to sleep in as late as she wanted and turn on the air conditioner early in the day instead of waiting until it was uncomfortably hot inside the way their parents always did. She smiled at the thought as her parents went out the door. They each had a long hug and a kiss for All, and a shorter hug (and no kiss from her Dad) for Ash. As they promised one more time not to blow up the house, Ash locked the door behind them and leaned against it. She was still wearing the cobalt blue dress (it matched her eyes) from the party, and heels high enough that she didn't have to look up at her twin. "What do you want to do first?" she asked her twin. As she made eye contact there was a twinge from her stomach, and she winced, but it passed after a moment. Had she maybe had too much cake? She usually didn't indulge, but it wasn't every day a girl turned 18. Allie shrugged, she smiled at Ash. Whatever their parents did Allie didn't feel any way towards her sister. She had the same distant approach with her that she did with the parents who overwhelmed her with attention. Allie was just thankful for the single degree of breath that she might be able to regain for two weeks. Even if she still had college looming ahead of her for two whole weeks she only had the pressure she placed on herself. Not the additional boulders that their parents heaped on Allie." I'm just going to the gym Ashley." Not even Ashley's own sister called her by her desired nickname. Instead, following the route that their parents had taken she just shrugged her shoulders at Ashley. She had to keep on exercising before she reached the college level rowing, she didn't want to lose even the slightest edge. Allie walked away from Ashley to put buds in her ears, a lecturer on economy projections of the course of the next three years. Allie didn't seem especially pleased by the selection, but than Allie had rarely shown a pleased look with anything since starting high school. Down in the gym she went right to work. Crunches, squats, and lifting took up only just the first two hours of her time. Afterward she went onto the treadmill till way after dinner and into the evening. Any sisterly bonding crushed beneath Allie's stringent regiment. The mini fridge in the gym room didn't even require Allie to come upstairs for a bottle of water between sets. She hadn't noticed her sister's possible stomach issues before, and with the lecturer deep in her ears she wouldn't have heard for any call of alarm. At 7 pm Allie finally came upstairs. Going to the kitchen to prepare a vegetable shake paired with a traditional grilled cheese sandwich. She jumped herself up onto the counter top in only her work-out clothes. The tight sports bra sticking to her modest cleavage with sweat spot obvious, and the gym shorts more like men's basketball shorts wide around her thighs. Allie enjoyed the simple supper plotting what she would study after a good shower but before bed. She finished off her meal and set to work. They didn't have school, but Allie prepped the shakes that typically the whole family drank in the morning. Simple healthy blend of vegetables and fruits that she filled a pitcher with and stored in the fridge. Their parents may be gone, but Allie wanted to at least make sure that Ashley had something good to wake up to in the morning. Allie still hadn't seen her sister when she walked into the shower, the door slightly ajar as the mirror across from the shower teased views of Allie slathering herself with soap if one walked by just right. She didn't have a porn star tomorrow body, but it was still soft and supple beneath the small bubbles of soap. The whole house smelling like tropical flowers as the steam escaped into the hallway. She came out in nothing more than boy short panties and an oversized old t-shirt on. She dried her hair on the way to her own bedroom before she softly knocked on Ashley's door. "Ashley...are you ok? I made the smoothie for breakfast tomorrow....see you in the morning?" Ash frowned as Allie declared she was going to the gym, but the afternoon hours were reserved for Allie, and even with their parents gone, Ash had no desire to fight over that particular thing. She'd hoped maybe they could try to be sisters for a little while, but Allie was always too distant for her to do that. Her eyes lingered on Allie as she walked away, and she smirked at how flat her butt looked in her clothes. It wasn't that Allie was bad looking... she had just as nice a face as Ash... but Ash had the body to go with the face. It was the one and only advantage she had and—her thoughts cut off as the stomach pain returned, stronger and longer, and she doubled over with a little groan. After a few moments it faded, but then it hit again, stronger, longer. Ash kicked off her heels and forced herself to climb the stairs towards her bedroom. As the stomach pain came a third time, even more intense, so intense that she felt light-headed, she diverted herself to the bathroom and promptly puked in the toilet. She flushed it and leaned over it, breathing heavily. The pain subsided, but it was replaced by an intense heat, and Ash immediately stripped off her dress, followed by her bra and panties, leaving her completely naked, exposing her perfect breasts, riding high on her chest over her six-pack abs, and her hairless pussy. But even naked she felt hot, she could feel sweat trickling down her body, and she turned on the shower, ice-cold, stepping into it without hesitation, as finally the heat faded away. Soon the ice-cold shower began to feel cold, and she turned the heat up gradually to a comfortable warm shower. After a few minutes just standing under the spray, her hands started wandering over her body, and she was looking forward to a nice masturbation session when the stomach pain returned stronger and sharper than before, but before she could so much as double over, or cry out, it was gone, replaced by a strange crawling sensation between her loins. As she watched the flesh just above her pussy seemed to crawl, push out from her body and grow. And grow and grow. She thought she must be hallucinating, or dreaming, but she couldn't pinch herself... she couldn't move, locked on the sight of the strange growth. As the growth slowed and stopped it dropped her thigh, and with a strange sensation she felt two heavy weights drop in between it and her pussy. She had a cock. She had a cock! There was no way... it wasn't possible. She must be dreaming. She slapped herself in the face, hard, but didn't wake up. Furthermore, she must be crazy. Maybe Allie knew—with the thought of Allie she felt her lust explode. She pictured forcing her sister to her knees, forcing her to take Ash's new cock in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass. The cock between her legs seemed to hear her and hardened, standing at attention, out from her body. Ash turned off the shower as she examined the monster. It was thick... easily as thick as her wrist or thicker... and long. She wasn't some shrinking violet, she'd seen porn and even enjoyed some of it, but she'd never seen a cock as big as hers. She was already thinking of it as hers. But how had this happen—it didn't matter. She had a cock now. The cock went limp again slowly. Interesting. If she didn't think sexual thoughts, she could control it. "Hide yourself," she murdered, and to her amazement the cock seemed to withdraw into her belly again, disappearing. But she could still feel it there. She opened the door and peeked out. Her sister was almost certainly still in the gym, but best to be certain. There was nobody there, and she dashed for her room, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. "Show yourself," she muttered, and all at once that huge growth appeared. She crossed the room to her desk and, rummaging through the top door found a tape measure. Soft, her cock was eight inches long. She knew from her... research... that the average cock was a little over five inches when erect. She had no idea what the average was when soft. It was sensitive. The touch from the tape measure and her fingers was enough to cause it to become erect again. It really was a monster, thick, veins crawling up and down its length, the head flared and purple like a fist. It was huge! Shaking, she measured it from its base at her stomach to the tip. She couldn't believe it, so she closed the tape measure, took a deep breath and measured it again. And then a third time. Impossible as it seemed, her five-foot five inch frame, in addition to D cup breasts, a thin waist, wide hips and a killer ass, was now supporting a sixteen and a half inch cock. And balls too... her hands found them, ignoring the twitch from her cock, she felt them. They were huge as well. She wasn't as well-informed on male balls, but she was fairly sure they were smaller than the dual softballs she was feeling now. Feeling. Feeling. She felt great! She'd never felt so refreshed, so strong. Her muscles hadn't grown with her cock, thank God. Aside from the monster she was still the perfect picture of powerful femininity. Muscular, but not too muscular. But as she reached down she was able to heft her desk with ease. So she was stronger than she had been too. She would be stronger than Allie. As she thought of her sister, the same flashes she'd had before came back, but stronger, longer. Dominate her. Rape her. Make her your slave. Your fuck toy. Break her. Turn her into a bimbo slut. Rape her stupid. Fuck her face, her pussy, her ass. Fuck her. Rape her. Rape her!the thoughts came fast and powerful, dropping Ash to her knees, and she came soon after, but it was no orgasm like she had ever experienced. Her cock fired massive ropes of cum at the wall, spattering against it with an audible splat, then again and again, even as her pussy quivered and soaked her thighs with girl cum, she fired thick wad after wad against the wall. She fell onto her back, quivering as her cock now shot all over the room, up to the ceiling, and as it slowed, it covered her in cum. When it was done she looked in her mirror and giggled. She looked like a total slut! She was covered in cum, thick drops dripping from her nose, her chin, her tits. The towel she had taken from the shower lay discarded on the floor. After she memorized what she looked like she was quick to towel herself off, even though the fabric quickly grew too sticky. Her room was a mess, but she could worry about that later. Right now she needed to rape her sister. She shook her head. Right now she needed to eat. After telling her new cock to hide itself she pulled on some jeans and a tank top, not bothering with underwear or a bra; she didn't need a bra, and why bother with ceremony. She headed downstairs and made herself a big ham and cheese sandwich and more or less inhaled it with a big glass of milk. Hunger sated, she went back to her room. Over the next few hours, she discovered everything about her cock and balls. How to hold off on an orgasm, how to aim it so that she didn't mess up her whole room. She also learned that dry cum was a lot harder to clean than fresh cum. And every orgasm reinforced her desire to fuck her sister. Where it had come from, she couldn't say. Perhaps in the future she might realize that at least a part of her wish had been granted, and her instincts were telling her how to get the second part. She was in the middle of finding out just how many orgasms she could have without getting tired when there was a knock on her door. "Don't come in!" she called immediately, but it was only Allie saying that she had made smoothies for breakfast. "Yeah... yeah... morning," she said breathlessly. Her cock had gone soft now, and she was tired. So tired. She marched over to her bed and fell upon it, asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. When she woke, it was dark, and a glance at the digital clock on her nightstand told her it was close to two in the morning. Without even thinking about it, she clambered out of bed. She had always slept naked before, so she didn't feel strange being naked. Her cock was hidden. She opened her door and entered the hall, still naked. She wasn't aware what she was doing, and the strangeness of being naked in the hallway didn't matter to her. Furthermore, she walked to her sister's door and tried the handle. It was locked, but a quick flex with her newly enhanced strength quickly broke the lock. She entered the room, her sister sleeping under her sheets. She wondered if she was naked too. "Sister dearest," she said in a sing-song voice, before flicking on the lights, bathing the room in illumination. The mild light offered online outlines and shadows. Allie groaned and tried to slide further under her sheets. She had heard a sound, but not wanted to register it. Instead, the household princess grabbed the aqua comforter and twisted it into herself. She was successfully cocooning herself into the bed. Allie was in a dreamworld where she was just in an empty space. Empty space where she was just in a natural environment where she could breathe. In her world no one wanted her, and she had space to simply enjoy herself. Even when her bed moved for new weight Allie kept away from reality. For her, she wanted to delve further into this calm world of relief. It was only when the blankets began to move away from her that Allie really reached out. She tried to reach out for the blankets. Her hands searching around for the edge of the blankets. Instead, she found soft silky skin. Allie breathed in and noticed the floral scent that had changed in her room. Allie sighed and turned into the sweet scent. She licked her lips and focused on that scent. Putting herself as close as possible. One of her legs looped over the roll of comforter and a mass of flesh beside her. The action rolled up the old gray t-shirt with 90s cartoon characters to just above her hip. Flamingo pink and sherbet orange striped panties peeked out now that the blanket was to the side. The boy shorts cut off halfway over her ass cheek with a welcoming trim of pink lace tantalizing the milky flesh. Her arm reached out looking for that same sweet scent and warmth. Even than she didn't wake up fully, she just started to coast back into a sleep that now included the floral scent wrapping around her. Her sister could sleep through anything, Ash reflected as she stood naked in the doorway for a few moments, the lights on in the room. She made her way to the bed and slipped into it behind her sister, who was wearing far too much. One arm reached under her shirt, moving up to caress her sister's breast, while the other hand, between her sister and the bed, tried to work that shirt up and off her body. She wanted her sister to be conscious for what she was about to do to her, so she wasn't trying to be subtle or gentle." Wakey wake," she whispered in her sister's ear as her hand moved away from her sister's modest breasts down towards the panties, slipping inside them, tickling her clit before letting a finger glide between her (slightly moist, Ash noticed) lower lips. "Wake up Allie," she said more firmly. "Your twin sister needs your help with something." Brows knitted together as her toes curled. She twisted around in her bed looking to flea the touch sending chills up her spine. Allison rolled around in her bed both attempting to get away from the prying hands and to move into them. She moaned and wiggled with her leg right on top of Ash's thigh. She arched into Ashley's touch where it slipped between her nexus, a moan leaving her lips as her eyes began to open up. Allie blinked twice and stretched out further. Her exposed breasts rubbing up against Ashley's own. Her eyes locked into the strange sensation of her erect nipples rubbing against another's. Ashley's soft subtle flesh...." Wha-what-what are you doing?" Allison started to pull up and away. Her lithe body twisting and reaching to get as far away as she could. Her legs pushing Ash's wandering hand away." What the fuck is wrong with you! Why were you doing that? Why are you in here? NAKED!" She started try to cover her sister u p with the blankets. Gasping at her own near nudity and then stealing the same covers to shield herself. She was kneeling up on the bed but, quickly went to stand. "Ashley get out of my room!" She was acting out of pure instinct, her face growing tomato red in embarrassment. Ash too was acting mostly out of pure instinct, following Allie's movements as she stood up. Her eyes were full of an animal lust and desire. When Allie moved to get away, Ash grabbed her, easily able to hold her sister against the wall with a forearm across her upper body, thanks to her newly enhanced strength. With her other hand she effortlessly tore the remaining garments from her sister's body. "I'm doing habitant," she said. "We always do whatyouwant. We eat where and whatyoupick. I wanted a gym for months before you announced you wanted one," Ash said. "As soon as you said you wanted one, we had the equipment two days later," she said. Now that her sister was naked, instead of laying one arm across Allie's body she took a grip hold of each of her arms at the biceps. "Let me show you what I got for our birthday, sister mine," she said, smiling as she forced Allie down to her knees, seemingly without any effort at all. With her head at crotch level, the flesh at Ash's crotch began to wriggle and shift and moments later, her immense cock burst forth, hard immediately upon hitting the open air, jumping in time with the pounding of Ash's heart, sixteen and a half inches of rock hard meat, looking even more ridiculous on Ash's relatively small—if feminine, save for the massive cock—frame." I don't think your mouth can take it though, Allie," Ash said, resignedly. "Not yet," said the voice in her head. "But I need to get this thing deep inside you," she said. "Get up on the bed and spread your legs," she ordered, finally releasing her sister. She almost hoped she would run. Allie was now nearer the door to her bedroom than Ash, and even if she was in a crouch, she might well figure that she could get to the door faster, escape downstairs and what... call the police? Run naked to a neighbor's house? She probably wasn't thinking that far ahead. "Go ahead... run for it," Ash silently urged her sister. Ash's pursuit and abuse flabbergasted her twin. She twisted and tried to get away even as her clothing was shredded free of her body. The lithe athletic body had been strong enough that she could have defended herself in most situations. Standing against this new monster form of Ashley made Allie feel weaker than ever. She couldn't even understand the venom in Ashley's words. Tears dropping from the corner of her eyes. Why is she so angry? She...she was jealous? The twin was legitimately shocked by the revelation just as she was by the brute strength pushing her down to her knees. There were pheromones both women were releasing that was already leading Allie to moisten and ache deep in the pit of her stomach. Her head pinned between Ashley's grip and the wall Allie tried to use her arms to beat on Ashley's thighs to release her. Too quickly something alien jumped out at her. She screamed as the cock hit her right in the middle of Allie's forehead. She shook her head seeing a red mushroom head staring at her. She can't be serious! HOW IS THIS HAPPENING! There was no way she was going to be rapped...by her sister...she didn't even pause. The moment she was free Allie tore against the floor. Her arms strong enough to launch her forward through the door. Even if she heard Ash perusing Allie didn't stop. Like a mouse fleeing a fox she bolted and dashed across the house. She grabbed the cordless phone as she was racing across the kitchen and went downstairs towards the gym. She locked the door immediately behind her as she tumbled and clumsily fell down the basement stairs to the gym room. The door was locked and Allie was breathing hard. Stark naked like the day she was born, but now a young woman's body. She didn't have Ashley's curves and in her fright she was three shades lighter than her normal complexion. Her nipples were crisp peaks on her tiny breasts as she looked around to cover herself or for a weapon to defend herself. She quickly found the bar for the bench weights. It was still heavy and without the weights on either end she was able to hold the thing almost horizontally as a bat to defend herself. Her heart beat was so loud that it blocked OTU her mind trying to tell her a smarter way to get to freedom. Instead, terror warped instincts ruled her actions while she hid in the girl's gym. Ash lunged at Allie as she sprinted past her; her twin moving faster than Ash had believed possible, frightened by terror. She followed at a sedate pace, watching her sister's form as she disappeared down the stairs. As she passed the cordless phone she pulled the plug on it, ensuring Allie wouldn't be able to call anyone for help. In her fright, apparently Allie had run into the basement and Ash smiled triumphantly. There wasn't any escape from there. She might not be able to rape her sister in her bed, but surrounded by the exercise equipment that molded Ashley's form (no different now than it had been, save for the monster between her legs) would be somehow fitting. When she reached the bottom steps of the basement she saw Allie, naked with a weight bar in her hand and she smirked and shook her head. "For the 'smart one', you sure can be stupid, sister," she said, striding into the gym, massive, soft cock slapping against her thigh as she went. "If you thinkthatis going to stop me, you're dead wrong." She paused and, with one arm, hefted a 100 lb weight that she had struggled to lift with both hands earlier, handling it like it was made of styrofoam. She tossed it aside, ignoring the thunderous sound of it hitting the ground. "Put down the bar, and I'll make this as pleasant as I can," she said, her cock beginning to harden, lengthen, and thicken. "Or you can fight me... either way, there's nowhere to run to, no one to call." She smiled evilly. "I'm going to fuck you... sister dearest." Her chest seized up. SHE IS INSANE! The phone was blaring in her hand for the death on the other side of the line. She visibly shook. What is wrong with her! She could smell it. She shouldn't be able to but, she could. Furthermore, she trembled holding the bar. Even than she still did not let it go. It's all I have. I can't. Whatever her malfunction is... I can't. Her chest refused to lift one way or the other. She didn't take a single breath. She just darted to try and get out of the way."WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WANT TO FUCK ME! I AM YOUR SISTER! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!" Her eyes went right down to Ash's legs. Her own legs trembled. She lost control of her own pheromones and juices. Moist and wet her naked folds began to glisten already. Her cock had reached its full length, and she realized that, against her will, Allie was becoming aroused. Or at least, her pussy was visibly wet, and her legs were trembling. Ash gave no answer to Allie's screamed questions, and instead grasped the bar that Allie was holding and easily took it from her hands. Ash threw it away and behind her, looking into her sister's eyes. She gave her a shove, sending her sprawling on the mats where Ash could practice the more difficult tumbling portions of any new routine. She planted her hands to either side of her sister, preventing her escape. Even with her arms holding her up as high as she could, her cock was touching the folds of her sister's pussy. "Are you really a good girl, Allie?" she asked "Am I about to go where no man has gone before?" she asked. "I guess there's only one way to find out if you're still a virgin," she said and slowly began to roll her hips forward, stretching her sister's pussy lips unbelievably wide as her massive head slowly pushed inside her sister. Gradually she began to push more and more of the enormous shaft, moaning with pleasure as she did so. Allie's insides swelled the same time she clamped down. She shook her head widely back and forth, straining her body and her knees upwards against to fight against Ash's impending entrance. "NO! Ashley stop!" She tried to tip her head away from Ashley and under her chin to wack her away from her. When that failed she repeatedly kicked her legs one way and then the next. Her moist folds opened easily for Ash. Allison's body spreading further and further as her eyes opened fully. She gave a quick scream and squirm beneath her. Indeed, she hadn't ever been with anyone and even just with the meager beginnings of Ashley's invasion Ashley was already burning in pain from the invasion. Tears poured from her eyes and she rapidly shook her head one way and then the next."NO!" She arched up and shook her head praying that she was going to be free. A swift knee one way and then the other. But she was only managing to push herself further down on the shaft burying itself inside of her. I've never been with anyone! AND SHE IS MY FIRST! The craziness of it all struggled with her brain. She shook her head one way and then the other. Even if she fought and battled her pussy already began to milk in Ash's cock. Pulling it further inside as her insides sickened her passage. Ash laughed. "You may say 'no,' but your pussy says 'yes,'" she said. It was true that Allie's pussy was spasming hard around Ash's cock, as though trying to draw it in, and it was soaking wet, much easier to enter than Ash had hoped. A few inches inside, Ash encountered some resistance, which honestly surprised her. She wasn't surprised that Allie was a virgin, just surprised that her hymen was still intact. Ash had lost hers during one of her cheerleading practices. But then, all of Allie's athletic focus was on her upper body, for crew, so she supposed it shouldn't have been such a surprise. She had paused at her sister's hymen, but then strong clench of Allie's pussy reminded her what she was doing, and she pushed through it more or less effortlessly, officially taking her sister's virginity. Ash was sweating at this point, beads of sweat dotting every inch of hard muscle, more from the effort of keeping control of her hypercharged libido than any physical exertion she might be feeling. Ash continued to feed inch after inch into her sister's hungry cunt, and she laughed again. "Wow, Allie, I'm worried your pussy might swallow me whole," she said. Then she bumped against her sister's cervix, with a good portion of her massive cock still outside the ex-virgin, whose pussy was still spasming, trying desperately to suck more of the huge cock into its depths. "I just hit your cervix Allie.... I can batter past it, fill your womb with my cum directly," she said. "Your cunt certainly wants that. How about you? You want it now, don't you?" Her eyes darkened...it wasn't just a lustful darkening. It wasn't even a darkening from anger. It was something deep inside her that darkened before her eyes became bright and lively again. In that space of time her body readied itself for the oncoming invasion. Not of cock. But, of the juices that would soon spill from her sister and into her body. Juices that she would balloon from. Juices that were going to alter her more than in the sense of pregnancy. That breath her whole insides spasmed. The legal muscles squeezing her sister's shaft in past the cervix in towards her womb. How...how can she cum that way?" It didn't matter, her body wanted it. Her hands gripping around Ash's to hold her to her. Allie's own chest arching upwards and rubbing against Ash's soft mounds. A dry throat her legs were controlled by the complex desire. Her hips bucked. Even if the pain was too much to bear from the taboo intrusion Allie worked towards it. She bucked up into Ashley with her legs squeezing on either side of Ash's thighs. The moan was followed next even if tears fell with them. Her pussy was milking Ash's cock as if nothing else in the world mattered. "Please!" She panted, and her hips rolled again desperate now for the penetration that she could hardly contain. "Mo.more pre-release..." She began to beg for the same pain that she breathes before would have run from. There was no way that Allie should have been able to take Ash's cock all the way to the base, but that tight hole, that moments ago had been completely virginal was now swallowing the immense length between Ash's legs. Allie's legs seemed to be moving of their own accord, wrapping around her, begging for more, and Ash was only too happy to oblige, unable to believe the feeling of her sister's tight body around her immense, sensitive new organ. Ash was sweating now, but it wasn't from exertion; but rather her body pumping more and more of her newly aphrodisiac scent into the air, though Ash had no idea that was what was happening. She knew that she was raping her sister, even if her cries of protest had now changed to moans of desire." Tell me that you want my cum Allie," she said. "Tell me you want it all, deep inside you! Tell me you want it to fill you up all the way to the brim and more!" She smiled as she slowed her thrusts down, then stopped them completely, withdrawing her cock almost all the way. "Beg me to cum inside you," she said. "Beg me to make you my little cum slut bitch, and fill your body with my seed. Beg your sister for the fucking you crave!" "NOT! FUCK YOU!" The command did something deep inside Allie. Even as she protested her guts twisted and pounded harder into Ashley. She thinned as she tried to contain her cravings and continued to fail. Allison didn't fail often and this was the worst kind of betrayal. She bit her lip before her sister left her near entirely. Allie's mind clicked somewhere that didn't exist till five seconds before. The sudden hunger and pain that went through her muscles was stronger than any post work out that she had ever felt before. Her body became sweaty as she tried harder than before as she arched trying to regain the perversion her sister had gained back."PLEASE!" A stark contrary to the cry from just moments before. She shivered attempting to turn to her side but the withdrawal from just even a few moments without Ash's cock pile driving her insides was sending cold chills through her whole body." P-Please...." She was reduced even further. "I... I want cum inside of me..." Her brain twisted between knowing that cum was something that she didn't want...but...but she wanted her sister's cock. That far her brain had already been corrupted. It still blanked in understanding on why her sister had a thick phallus that tore at her insides...but Allie want edit. "Please...please cum inside me...please I want it all!" She finished arching all the way up. Her drenched folds rubbing against Ash's cock over and over as she mewed and whined to be filled. "As you wish, sister dearest," Ash said in a sultry voice, rubbing her sweaty body against her sisters as her huge cock continued to ram in and out of her sister's stretched pussy, her sister now eagerly aiding in her own defilement. Ash didn't know what would happen when she came, but it was important to her that she did. Where the thought came from, where her recent behavior had come from, she had no idea, but as Allie's cunt gripped her massive shaft, filling her with pleasure, she knew only that this was right, that this was their new normal. Finally, with a scream she buried herself deep inside her sister. Her entire body exploded with ecstasy, like every cell in her body was sending pulses of pleasure to her brain. Her every muscle convulsed in the most massive orgasm she had ever had, and her cock swelled even larger inside of Allie for a brief instant before it exploded, pouring an immense load of body and mind-altering seed into her sister. And then another blast, just as large, and another and another, it seemed unending as Ash's body continued to convulse, her aphrodisiac sweat pouring off her onto her sister's body. It wasn't one orgasm she rushed into when Ash's seed splashed inside of her. It wasn't one great high that jumped with other spikes. Instead, there was some out-of-body experience where all Allie could explain later was a flash of color in her mind's eye as her body took control of itself. The orgasm so high that all of her muscles clenched, spasmed, and released within the same moment. That her insides opened up, so Ash's cock was shooting directly into her cervix. That muscles even in her throat closed up for a second wanting to keep Ashley's cock buried deep inside of her. And then there was the part of her that just spasmed and jerked in the heavenly bliss. Her pleasure...she...she spilled it inside me....it feels like that is a good thing... I thought I shouldn't be having that kin-it doesn't matter. Ash was right. Even in her own thoughts and conversations with her sister she rarely identified her as "Ash", everything always followed the path of her parents towards her sister. But, they weren't right any longer. Ash was, and Ash wanted to be Ash, so Allison's mind altered how she saw her. It even altered how she felt beneath her. Suddenly Allison felt small beneath her sister...and that to felt right. Thoughts moving in waves from the source of all of this friction and war. Where they were joined kept washing over Allie. Moments turned into minutes when her insides were still desperately trying to milk the young woman's alien phallus. When her spent body could soak up no more a new set of instincts wormed in and puppeted the young girl. When they weren't on top of each other Allie found herself fascinated looking over Ash's altered body. Confused, still scared, but desiring it. All of it. She acted before she found herself to shimmy and crawl down towards Ash's hips. Her mind having new instincts on what her body could do. Even without having done, so before Allie put her lips around her sister's cock. It gave you a present...thank it...the thoughts kept echoing so lightly in the far back of Allie's mind she didn't fully hear them. She just acted on them. The cock slopped over with the juices of her first orgasm and of Ash's seed receiving worshiping attention from its first follower. Somehow she knew to be careful even as she explored all of it. When that was complete she breathed heavily and lifted her top half. "You...you still have a womanhood...it...does it still...work?" Ash was a little confused, and wasn't sure why. For some reason seeing Allie looking exactly the same (aside from the sweat, hair plastered to her head, and cum leaking from her pussy) as she had when they'd started was strange to her. She didn't really have time to think about it, because her sister's attitude had suddenly changed, as she crawled over, and without any prompting or urging took Ash's cock into her mouth. It had been starting to go soft, but as soon as her sister's lips stretched around it, it grew hard once again, and Ash let out a soft moan. The desperate urge to fuck her sister wasn't there anymore. Something was telling her to be patient. But that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun. Allie's question startled her, and she frowned momentarily, irritated her sister wasn't still sucking on the cock. "As far as I know," she said after a moment. "I can still get orgasms from it... I can even hide my cock, but my pussy never goes away," she said. "I don't know about getting pregnant or anything like that," she said. "And I'm not exactly going to go to the doctor about... this," she said, gesturing at her cock." I think... that you shouldn't think too much about it," Ash said. "I think you should go back to servicing me," she said. "But perhaps...." She was silent for a moment, and with a little concentration that huge pillar of flesh was suddenly pulled back inside her, leaving her standing there, fully female, her shaved pussy gleaming a little with obvious sexual excitement beneath her chiseled stomach. "Show me your skills," she said. "Have you ever done this with any of your friends?" she asked. Ash in point of fact had played around with some of her friends, cheerleaders mostly, all of them giggling about the fact that they were secretly doing exactly what most of the high school boys were dreaming of. But it was just fooling around, nothing more. This was something a bit more substantial and significantly more taboo. "Go ahead. It's not going to bite you." Skills? Friends? Has Ash done this for her friends? W-why? Yet she did want to find out the reason. Even as she wondered at the sweet pussy beneath her, she twinged missing the phallus that had been there. Listen to Ash...if she is happy.she purred as her lips went down and met with the silky folds. Soon her lips were changed out by her tongue as it stroked and explored. There wasn't any finesse or knowledge of what would easily be the best. Several times over she had minimally touched herself or completely ignored the own stirrings between her legs late at night. Now seeing the silky folds she desperately tried to know each inch. Soon her tongue was exploring further. Pointing to her petal's spread while Allie's hands held Ash's thighs. Allie's hands tightening but the grip feeling weak to the strength that Allie once had. Her face diving deeper into her own sisters thatch as she lapped her insides for more. Her tongue spreading out over her own sister's clit while she hummed in pleasure. It tastes...it tastes so sweet... Her lips suckled the little nubbin that seemed to be calling to her. Moaning herself before her fingers came on either side of the vulva to spread the petals and enter one finger slowly inside the sweet vulva. Unlike her sister, Ash had explored masturbation, and had experienced several pleasant orgasms from her own long fingers, but having someone else do it always felt different, better somehow, though she and her friends had never gone so far as to actually bring each other to orgasm, after all, they weren'tlesbians, she knew the difference between experience and the lack of it. And Allie lacked experience. But she was perhaps the most enthusiastic inexperienced pussy kicker Ash had ever encountered, and she wondered where such enthusiasm had come from. But she wasn't about to complain. Just a few days earlier this situation would have horrified her, she would have considered it taboo, disgusting, unimaginable. Now she felt not one iota of discomfort. She felt no guilt for having raped Allie earlier. Clearly Allie had wound up enjoying it in any case, and she knew she'd be doing it as much as she could over the time their parents were away. And if she could find away to do it once they got back, she'd keep on doing it. A finger slipped inside her, and she gasped in surprise, not expecting Allie to push it so far. She smiled down at her sister. "More," she said. "I can take more fingers. Get me off... and then maybe I can fuck you again, if you want." She...she likes this... I can't stop than. I have to make her happy. Her eyes lifted from the soft folds, but she didn't pause in her task. She pushed further. Opening the folds becoming swollen with arousal. She moaned as her tongue twirled about before a second finger joined to the first knuckle. First just that one knuckle but after a moment she dared another. Then fingers entered and receded. The act again while her lips fastened around the nubbin of joy. She moaned finding increased fascination with it all. Longer and longer Allie worked. She wasn't fast and she wasn't rough. She treated the lighthouse like a small jewel to polish. Furthermore, she kept slowly working the folds of the pussy while moaning deeply. Her moans vibrating off of the silky folds. By now she was steadily working two fingers inside the pussy. She lightly rolled them looking to feel all of her sister's walls. Meanwhile, her tongue lapping harder now horizontally across the nubbin of joy. Ash was moaning, her head rolling back, the muscles in her abs rippling as she wrapped her legs around Allie's head. "God, keep going Allie," she said. "Bring your sister to orgasm, make your sister cum all over your sweet face," she moaned. "Then I'll use my huge cock to fuck you again and again until you can't take it anymore, and then I'll fuck you all over again anyway!" Her body tensed up, and she shook as a huge orgasm took hold of her body, pressure building in her pussy until she couldn't take it anymore, and she squirted her cum all over her sister's face, the force of the squirt totally unexpected, her orgasm beyond anything she'd ever experienced. She collapsed back, gasping. She let her cock slide out, limp, but still huge. "You're going to have to wake him up if you want me to fuck you again," she panted, looking down over her firm body at her sister with a small smile. Her teeth racked across her bottom lip. Eyes darted down across the length of her sister. Her hands went over the soft curves of the body. More... I want more... I want her. She saw the nectar, and she wanted just more of it. Her whole chest burned wanting more. Everything felt soft and needy. Everything felt delicious. She is everything. Everything. Everything inside her kept growing stronger and everything in her body burned in more desire. She still had cum on her face that her hands hadn't yet brought to her lips. She became entranced by the phallus before her. Furthermore, she wanted the dick. Furthermore, she wanted the cock. It only took the space of Ash's words before she went down on the dick again. Holding it. I want more of her. I want her to fill me again. Furthermore, I need her to fill me up. Furthermore, I want Ash's pleasure again. Moaning began to answer each loud suck. Drool coated first Allison lips and tongue. It didn't take much longer than thick ropes of the drool pooled around Ash's cock when Allie bottomed out. The phallus head sitting in the far back of the throat so she gagged and had tears joining the slobber. She didn't care if she died on this cock. Ash's pheromones, juices, the very taste of her skin did everything to her. Allie was falling off this deep end of arousal. "I like her...him...it..." She finally knew to give herself at least a moment of air. It was only a moment, but she regained her air. Ash grinned down her body at her submissive twin, doing her bidding. "I'm glad you like your sister's big, thick cock, Allison" she said, using the tone their parents used on the rare occasion when they bothered to take notice of something Allie had done that wasn't appropriate. Unlike how they constantly found fault with what Ash did. She grabbed her sister's hair and forced her huge cock all the way down her throat, during all sixteen and a half inches in her sister's once-virginal mouth. She rested there for a few moments before relenting and pulling back, allowing her sister to draw in a few heaving breaths before repeating, fucking her sister's face with violent, rapid thrusts, giving her just enough room to breathe." Tell you what, Allison," Ash said in a casual tone as though she wasn't pillaging her sister's throat. "I'll still call usually, but we're going to spell the name without an 'e' on the end," she said. "That seems like an appropriate name for a sister-sucking slut like you," she said. She pulled her cock all the way out of her twin and let her collapse to the floor. Ash was barely breathing hard. She was just getting warmed up. "So, what do you say, sister? Am I leaving my sister 'Allie-with-an-e' a drooling, unsatisfied wreck, or am I going to fuck my sister 'All-that-ends-with-i' to mind-shattering orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm?" She knelt down next to her sister. "After all, I've got other ways to satisfy myself," she said. Her defined abs flexed and shifted beneath her skin as she leaned forward and gave the last few inches of her own cock a long lick, tasting her sister's saliva on the massive member.

Sister dearest...suck my cock ((LostInTheMist & Wind))|rating:2.0

[NSFW] - No Strings Attached [Pathfinder][OOC]

This is the IOC thread forgo Strings Attached. CURRENTLY PLAYING: THE JUNGLE OF LUSTstarringTavarokkasSelena Theresia, the Barely Legal WizardGarahsasIvan Dragon slayer, the Golden-Tongued ManKyman201asElvisa Vinegar, the Experimental AlchemistBR549asQuinn Greenleaf, the Impregnable Paladin Spectral WaltzasMina Serenader, the Roving Missionary IC thread coming soon. I tried to come up with a witty epithet for Ivan, but I just don't know enough about him as a person, his relationships, and desires. Has Andrew ever purchased Selena's services? Not her sexual ones. But we can say that they've collaborated on some projects in the past. What's the university called, btw? It's named after the city, which is called Enkidu. Not to be confused with an associated school in the city of Gilgamesh.(Disclaimer: I'm not saying there's a city in this setting called Gilgamesh, I just had to make a smart ass reference)Edit: Though Taurus brings up a good point. Hey, Garahs, what IS Ivan's backstory? How'd he get his powers? Did he fuck a fair maiden who happened to be a dragon and not wear a condom? Selective Expansion Spoiler Discipline psychometabolism Level Psychic warrior 1, Vitalist 1, Tactician 1, Egoist 1 MANIFESTING Display Olfactory Manifesting Time 1 standard action EFFECT Range Touch Target One living creature touched Duration 1 minute/level (D) Saving Throw Fortitude negates; Power Resistance Yes Power Points 1 DESCRIPTION This power causes instant growth, causing the target's body part to increase in size. A natural attack (such as a bite) or a matching pair of natural attacks (like claws) increase by one size category, dealing increased damage based on their new size. A body part or matching pair that isn't a natural weapon increases in size by 50%. Natural Attacks by Size Augment You can augment this power in one or more of the following ways. For every 2 additional power points you spend, the size category of the natural weapon increases by an additional size or the body part is increase by another 50% in size. If you spend 2 additional power points, this power’s duration is 10 minutes per level rather than 1 minute per level. If you spend 4 additional power points, this power’s duration is 1 hour per level rather than 1 minute per level. Contraception/Conception Spoiler School transmutation Level Alchemist 1, Bard 1, Cleric/Oracle 1, Druid 1, Sorcerer/Wizard 1, Witch 1 CASTING Time 1 standard action Components V, S EFFECT Range touch Target living creature touched Duration 24 hours Saving Throw Fort negates (harmless); Spell Resistance Yes (harmless) DESCRIPTION This spell can be used to absolutely guarantee or prevent pregnancies; in cases where two partners are affected by opposite versions of this spell, the magics cancel each other out. Enhance Cum/Milk Spoiler School transmutation Level Alchemist 1, Bard 1, Cleric/Oracle 1, Druid 1, Sorcerer/Wizard 1, Witch 1 CASTING Time 1 standard action Components V, S EFFECT Range touch Target living creature touched; see text Duration 24 hours or until discharged; see text Saving Throw Fort negates (harmless); Spell Resistance Yes (harmless) DESCRIPTION This spell can only affect creatures that are already producing cum or milk, either naturally or as the result of other magic. The caster may specify the consistency and flavor, as well as how much is released at a time. The spell ends after the target has released a total of 1 gallon of cum or milk. Cum Shot Spoiler School conjuration (creation) Level Alchemist 1, Bard 1, Druid 1, Sorcerer/Wizard 1 CASTING Time 1 standard action Components V, S EFFECT Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels) Effect one fist-sized blob of thick cum Duration 1 round/level Saving Throw Reflex negates; see text; Spell Resistance No DESCRIPTION You launch a blob of thick, gooey cum at an enemy's face or feet as a ranged touch attack. If the spell hits, it has different effects depending on where you aimed it. Face: The enemy is blinded. Feet: The enemy is entangled. On their turn each round, the target can attempt a Reflex save to shake the cum from their eyes or feet and end the effect, or they or an adjacent creature can spend a standard action to do so automatically. Brake Blast Spoiler School conjuration (creation) Level Alchemist 2, Druid 2, Sorcerer/Wizard 2 CASTING Time 1 standard action Components V, S EFFECT Range close (25 ft. + 5 ft./2 levels) Effect cone-shaped burst of thick cum Duration 1 minute/level Saving Throw Reflex partial and negates; see text; Spell Resistance No DESCRIPTION Creatures in the area when the spell is cast must make a Reflex save. If this save fails, that creature is blinded and entangled; if it succeeds, they are only entangled. On each subsequent round, affected creatures can attempt a Reflex save to either clear their eyes or free their feet, or they or an adjacent creature can spend a standard action to do so automatically. Creatures moving through an affected square after the spell has been cast must save or become entangled. Wheel ship as in big ass cart or as in wheel boat? The latter. Taurus II said: ↑ The latter. Click to expand... Like a steam boat, but powered by a permanent animate object effect on the wheel? New Mystery: Lust Spoiler Class Skills: Linguistics, Perform (dance), Ride Bonus Spells: 2nd—charm person; 4th—invigorate; 6th—adjustable disguise; 8th—liquefy; 10th—invigorate, mass; 12th—joyful rapture; 14th—waves of ecstasy; 16th—charm monster, mass; 18th—irresistible dance Revelations Anything to Please (SU): You can compel a creature within 30 feet to attempt to please you as a standard action. The creature receives a Will save (DC 10 + 1/2 your oracle level + your Charisma modifier) to negate this affect. If the save fails, the creature attacks your enemies for 1 round, gives you its most valuable item, or drops prone at your feet and grovels for 1d4 rounds (GM’s choice). You can use this ability once per day for every four levels you possess. This is a mind-affecting effect. Divine Beauty (SU): You add your Charisma modifier as a deflection bonus to your armor class. Invigorating Sex (SU): You and your partners count time spent engaging in sexual activity as time spent resting. Sexual Healing (SU): When casting a cure spell, you may lavish the target with sexual attention, increasing the casting time to 10 minutes and applying the Empower Spell metamagic feat for free. At 10th level, you may apply the Maximize Spell feat instead. Stunning Glance (SU): As a standard action, you can stun a creature within 30 feet with a smoldering look. The target must succeed on a Fortitude save against DC 10 + 1/2 your oracle level + your Charisma modifier or be stunned for 2d4 rounds. Curse: Nymphomania Spoiler Your sexual appetites are prodigious, and must be satisfied if you are to function normally in the rest of your life. Effect: You must spend at least 1 hour per character level engaging in sexual activity every day; if you spend time with multiple simultaneous partners, it counts as spending that amount of time multiplied by the number of simultaneous partners. Passive observers count as half a partner each. If you do not meet this requirement within 24 hours of when you last qualified, you become sickened. You are otherwise immune to the sickened condition. At 5th level, you become immune to disease. At 10th level, you gain the change shape supernatural ability, allowing you to transform as per the alter self spell into any Small or Medium humanoid. At 15th level, you gain an additional revelation. The Shadow mind said: ↑ Like a steam boat, but powered by a permanent animate object effect on the wheel? Click to expand... Nope, giant treadmill and unseen crew. Taurus II said: ↑ New Mystery: Lust Curse: Nymphomania Click to expand... Something I've written up couple months ago. I'm going to have Elvis roll Knowledge (Nature) to see what she knows about the potential threads Andrew mentioned. As what Taurus noted, it's Nature for Fauns, Satyrs, Nymphs, and Bliss vines. I rolled Knowledge (Dungeoneering) for the Jungle Tricks. Jungle GricksFaunsSatyrsNymphsBliss Vines If you click the become link, Brooks will auto-create a nicely formatted string for you:Fauns:1d20+1325–3 questions Satyrs:1d20+1327–3 questions Nymphs:1d20+1323–2 questions Bliss Vines:1d20+1329–4 questions Noted. Alright... Satyrs AND Fauns What's the difference? How do they normally treat outsiders? Can they be reasoned with? Nymphs aren't known to be violent creatures, right? Will she be a risk? Is she likely to appear before us or do they tend to be too shy? Bliss Vines By the time we arrive, what will they be acting like? Will our arrival coincide with peak harvesting time for their nectar? What is the most optimum way of harvesting bliss oil from the vines? Are there ways to prevent being implanted with Bliss Seeds or are they thinks that need to be extracted after the fact? And it occurred to me that I never rolled for the Dryads. So-Dryads:1d20+1327Dryad Questions How are Dryads different from Nymphs? Are THEY aggressive? Do they usually require some kind of offering or tribute for traveling through their forests? Three dryad questions, and I'll answer all at once. Satyrs AND Fauns What's the difference?—Apart from attitude, satyrs are more magically potent. How do they normally treat outsiders?—Satyrs are not malicious, but tend toward supreme selfishness; Fauns are more kindly. Can they be reasoned with?—Yes Nymphs aren't known to be violent creatures, right? Will she be a risk?—Nymphs are not known to initiate violence. Is she likely to appear before us or do they tend to be too shy?—Nymphs do not generally fear outsiders unless those outsiders give her reason to do so. Bliss Vines By the time we arrive, what will they be acting like?—They will be in bloom. Will our arrival coincide with peak harvesting time for their nectar?—Roughly, yes. What is the most optimum way of harvesting bliss oil from the vines?—Remove and crush the flowers and seeds, where bliss oil is primarily secreted. Are there ways to prevent being implanted with Bliss Seeds or are they thinks that need to be extracted after the fact?—Bliss seeds pose no danger if one is not in the clutches of a vine. Dryads How are Dryads different from Nymphs?—Dryads are fey linked to specific trees; nymphs are linked to places of great natural purity, beauty, or both. Are THEY aggressive?—Not unless threatened. Do they usually require some kind of offering or tribute for traveling through their forests?—Offerings are not usually required, but is wise in areas that have suffered unrestrained logging. What time of the day is it? I would say late afternoon/early evening - around 4:30-5:00 Kyman201, if we catch the first return trip, it'd be 3 months, not 6. Btw, Taurus II, you ever around on HQ IRC? Silly me, I'll edit my answer, thanks. Tamarack said: ↑ Btw, Taurus II, you ever around on HQ IRC? Click to expand... I am now. Bliss Oil, Diluted Type drug—contact or inhaled;Addiction Minor (Fort DC 12);Price50 GP;Effect+2 alchemical bonus to CIA andcharmedfor 1 hour;Damage1 Int and 1 Wis. My powers for the current day:Animal Affinity, Hustle, Battle sense, Resist Toxin, Selective Expansion. Vitalist are like Spirit Shamans, in that they pick their powers know of the day, but they can then cast them any number of times (provided they have spells slots/power points). Man, our verb tenses are all over the place. I started out in present tense, switched to past to match you guys, and now Tax is using present. Oh, and before I forget - Shadow, is Opal entirely metal, wood, and gemstone, or does she have any softer parts? Taurus II said: ↑ Man, our verb tenses are all over the place. I started out in present tense, switched to past to match you guys, and now Tax is using present. Click to expand... I've been using present all along after your first post, with two exceptions where I automatically used the same tense as in the post above. Edited those. Taurus II said: ↑ Man, our verb tenses are all over the place. I started out in present tense, switched to past to match you guys, and now Tax is using present. Oh, and before I forget - Shadow, is Opal entirely metal, wood, and gemstone, or does she have any softer parts? Click to expand... Metal, wood, and gemstone. Her offices are covered in softer material. Tamarack said: ↑ I've been using present all along after your first post, with two exceptions where I automatically used the same tense as in the post above. Edited those. Click to expand... Then I'll go back to present tense as well. The Shadow mind said: ↑ Metal, wood, and gemstone. Her offices are covered in softer material. Click to expand... No bounce to her boobies or butt, then? Taurus II said: ↑ Then I'll go back to present tense as well. No bounce to her boobies or butt, then? Click to expand... Correct. I just use past tense out of habit If anyone wants to resist being added to the collective it is a DC 17 Will save. I think the idea was that, even if Opal hadn't gotten out of the building yet, the others had left the room, letting Tampa lead them to someplace they can have an orgy in private. So I'm not sure if it makes sense for Opal to suddenly re-enter the scene. That said, what was she planning to do after leaving? I can certainly run a scene of that for you. Taurus II said: ↑ I think the idea was that, even if Opal hadn't gotten out of the building yet, the others had left the room, letting Tampa lead them to someplace they can have an orgy in private. So I'm not sure if it makes sense for Opal to suddenly re-enter the scene. That said, what was she planning to do after leaving? I can certainly run a scene of that for you. Click to expand... Opal was going on a short shopping trip for getting power stones (psionic scrolls) based on what she now knows might have been in the forest. How about a Perception check to see if Opal hears them speaking before she makes it out of ear shot? Oil, Vermin-Repelling This lamp oil is alchemically infused with a combination of herbs that, when burned in a lamp, prevent normal vermin from entering that 5-ft. square. Monstrous vermin and vermin swarms can make a DC 15 Fortitude save to ignore this effect. Sold by the pint, the oil lasts for 4 hours. Price5 GP;Weight1 lb. The Shadow mind said: ↑ Opal was going on a short shopping trip for getting power stones (psionic scrolls) based on what she now knows might have been in the forest. How about a Perception check to see if Opal hears them speaking before she makes it out of ear shot? Click to expand... Sure, roll it. Taurus II said: ↑ Sure, roll it. Click to expand... Here you go. Perception to hear Silk Rose:1d20+1433 I think with a roll like that, Opal can hear the players typing. But anyway, will this be a powerful "We all feel what the other feels" link, or will it be more like an internal comm line type link? Kyman201 said: ↑ I think with a roll like that, Opal can hear the players typing. But anyway, will this be a powerful "We all feel what the other feels" link, or will it be more like an internal comm line type link? Click to expand... The comm network kind:Telepathy (SU)When a vitalist reaches 3rd level, all willing members of his collective (including the vitalist himself) can communicate with each other telepathically, even if they do not share a common language. It also lets her manifest and share powers over range, that normally are person or touch range. In that case, no, Elvis won't resist. The Shadow mind said: ↑ The comm network kind: Telepathy (SU) When a vitalist reaches 3rd level, all willing members of his collective (including the vitalist himself) can communicate with each other telepathically, even if they do not share a common language. It also lets her manifest and share powers over range, that normally are person or touch range. Click to expand... What will you be using to get sensations and emotions then? The Shadow mind said: ↑ Here you go. Perception to hear Silk Rose: 1d20+14 33Click to expand... Yeah, that passes. Tamarack said: ↑ What will you be using to get sensations and emotions then? Click to expand... The old-fashioned way. Sense motive and heal checks. The Shadow mind said: ↑ The old-fashioned way. Sense motive and heal checks. Click to expand... Then in this case it'd be better to have the judges announce their decision directly. Tamarack said: ↑ Then in this case it'd be better to have the judges announce their decision directly. Click to expand... Sure. It will just be hard to hear over all the moaning while the competition is going on. In a competition like this I think that in the end, everybodywins. Isn't there a limit on how many people you can add to your collective? Taurus II said: ↑ Isn't there a limit on how many people you can add to your collective? Click to expand... Right now the limit is 5. So out of the six other people present, who are you adding? Elvis, Selena, Ivan, Quinn, Andrew, Tampa. Taurus II said: ↑ So out of the six other people present, who are you adding? Elvis, Selena, Ivan, Quinn, Andrew, Tampa. Click to expand... I'll leave Andrew and Tampa out of it. Leaving space for Opal's psi crystal. Grass said: ↑ "Well, I certainly won't object to the show." Ivan added in amusement. Seeing everyone else strip, he followed suit, tossing his clothes in a corner before sitting back down, his cock quickly standing up. Click to expand... Could you be a bit more descriptive? Also, I assume the elves are all hairless, but what about the humans? Quinn keeps herself shaved clean. Taurus II said: ↑ Could you be a bit more descriptive? Also, I assume the elves are all hairless, but what about the humans? Click to expand... Sorry, I'll fill it more after work tonight. I found an image in the meantime which I added to my sheet. Taurus II, you never replied yesterday, is Andrew a judge or is he sitting out after all? It looks like he's sitting out from the following line, but he also claims to be a judge, which presumably means he'll be the one to experience the technique. Opal is hairless down below, if anyone for some reason though otherwise. Well here I thought that Opal had decorative gold shavings arranged into a neat arrow shape. Tamarack said: ↑ Taurus II, you never replied yesterday, is Andrew a judge or is he sitting out after all? It looks like he's sitting out from the following line, but he also claims to be a judge, which presumably means he'll be the one to experience the technique. Click to expand... I was confused. He is sitting out. Taurus II said: ↑ "I'll sit out and be a judge this time,"Click to expand... This bit needs editing then. Done. And here's my roll for Elvis's Profession (Masseuse) attempt. Massage:1d20+828I'm just as surprised as the rest of you Kyman201,BR549, I need Fort saves for Elvis and Quinn as theoilstarts to take effect. Does the oil count as a poison? Elvis gets +4 on saves against poisons due to being an alchemist Yes. Bliss Oil Resistance:1d20+922And addiction resisted *crawls back home half-dead. Stares at monitor dumbly*I can't write shit tonight. Or rather, that's the only thing I'd end up writing if I did. Mind if I just summarize so as not to hold the others up? Go ahead; you can always come back to be more descriptive later, right? Sorry to hear about your rough day, Tax. I'm okay with you summarizing and throwing down your roll. Soon, switch to let the jury compare now? Or what? Y'know it occurs to me that neither elf bothered to set the metrics for an objective win. I just have this image of this being pointed out... And then cut to Selena and Elvis walking home from the Rose naked because technically NEITHER won. Whether we go with a joke like that or not is up to the rest of the group, of course. My brain just likes silly non sequiturs Kyman201 said: ↑ And then cut to Selena and Elvis walking home from the Rose naked because technically NEITHER won. Click to expand... Well, I was thinking about taking turns servicing several judges till we have a majority (best of three, likely), but I don't dislike the idea of, say, Tampa, going "you've run out of oil with no clear victor, so you both take the penalty because fun". Tampa Fort Save:1d2016 Tamarack said: ↑ Well, I was thinking about taking turns servicing several judges till we have a majority (best of three, likely), but I don't dislike the idea of, say, Tampa, going "you've run out of oil with no clear victor, so you both take the penalty because fun". Click to expand... There's also the tiebreaker idea of "Well why don't you each massage the other?" Quinn's Fort Save:Bliss Oil #1:1d20+1030...well, then! Huh. How comes Tampa didn't cum at least once? Also, while Quinn's reaction was kinda telling, the guys wouldn't know if it was the massage or if she's just more vocal than Tampa. Tax makes a good point. It wasn't a 28, but Selena's roll is still Hello Impressive. Edit: Um, do you mind if I call you Tax? Sure. Fair number of people do. Kyman201 said: ↑ Tax makes a good point. It wasn't a 28, but Selena's roll is still Hello Impressive. Click to expand... Indeed, he does, I will edit. And done, how's that look? The Shadow mind said: ↑ Opal awkwardly sneaks out of the room, and sits back down in the lobby area. Click to expand... I thought Opal liked to watch. Edit: And do we want to assume Tampa castcontraceptionon Andrew and Ivan offscreen in there somewhere, or roll with everyone having forgotten in the heat of the moment? Hm, maybe I should have Elvis make a Will roll to remember it through the Bliss Oil. Int to remember protection:1d20+422 Vow of Nudity Restriction:The monk taking this vow must go essentially nude at all times. Items may be worn covering the feet and either the hands or forearms, as well as items that do not cover a substantial portion of the body. Benefit:A monk with this vow increases their I pool by 1 point for every 3 monk levels (minimum +1), and gains the supernatural ability to spend a I point to withstand extremes of temperature as if subject to the endure elements spell.(Duplicated from other thread for ease of tracking custom stuff) Since it almost came up, here's what I'm thinking for how to determine if someone gets pregnant: Roll 1d20 + mother's Con mod + father's Con mod against DC 15. Success means pregnant. I wager there can be like fertility drugs that can add alchemical bonuses to the conception roll if the parents can't guarantee a Conception spell. It is 2 am, I just got off work. I'm heading to bed and will post tomorrow. Where is everybody? Taurus II said: ↑ Where is everybody? Click to expand... At work. HQ was down when I was at home. I've been moving soda and eggs all day Wasn't wondering about you, Ky. I doubt there'd be only one round in this situation, but as writing out the entire party seems imprudent, we could probably do with "and there was much rejoicing" summary post? Also, do the elves try to salvage the competition that got interrupted by leads or go "whatever, we'll just call it a draw and both take the penalty, let's fuck now"? Tamarack said: ↑ Also, do the elves try to salvage the competition that got interrupted by leads or go "whatever, we'll just call it a draw and both take the penalty, let's fuck now"? Click to expand... At this point, IC, Elvis's horny enough to go for the latter. Of course, this does bring up the question of how we deal with Opal's conversation, which presumably continued and possibly concluded while the others were busy in the bedroom. So, what are the laws like (theoretically and in practice) regarding indecent exposure in these parts? Officially frowned upon, in practice often winked at. The worst you'll get from the law is a warning and a carriage-ride home unless you have a history of causing complaints. Since The Shadowmindhasn't replied either to the two-day-old post addressing their character or to the PM I sent a day ago, I'm removing them from the game. Spectral Waltz will be taking their place, and making their IC debut very soon TM Sorry, I just don't have the time to keep up. Wish you luck. And good luck to you as well. Taurus II said: ↑ "She's absolutely right," Tampa agrees. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Selena. Neither of you do," she adds, giving Selena an Elvis each an appreciative look up and down. "Go out there and strut your stuff, and to the Hell's with what other people think – both of you." Click to expand... Both of you get remove fear. For your walk home I'm going to run a low-stakes skill challenge type of thing. I'm dividing the trip into 10 segments, each covering a minute or two of in-universe time. In each segment, you'll need to make a skill or ability check to maintain your composure in the face of people staring, ogling, whispering, etc. If both of you are using the same skill or ability, you don't need to make a separate roll to use the aid another action. Near the RoseMidwayNear HomeSegment12345678910Check DC10101212151518182020 I figure there are two general approaches and some skills that clearly fall into them, but feel free to pitch alternatives. Brazen It Out: Use Bluff, Diplomacy, an appropriate Perform, or basic Charisma to keep your cool and turn your audience from scandalized to appreciative (or at least tolerant). This option benefits from the morale bonus provided by remove fear. Avoidance: Use Knowledge (local) or Stealth to find shortcuts and back ways with fewer people, or just things to hide behind. This option has the potential to reduce the DC of future segments, but does not benefit from the remove fear morale bonus. Failing a check increases your level of arousal or embarrassment, represented as a stacking fear condition, fromshakentofrightenedtopanickedtocowering. Conditions more severe than shaken prevent you from taking 10. If you reach the cowering condition, then someone calls the Watch, who give you a warning and take you home. That all sound fair? Given that the penalty will continue for at least a day if not several, going into that much detail for a single outing might be somewhat excessive. That being said, Selena's exhibitionist pervert, so she absolutely won't keep her cool, but also won't freak out over this. The table above works if I look at it as Diplomacy/Perform checks to keep the crowd appreciative enough not to give her trouble, with increasing difficulty due to her mounting arousal making it harder to mind her surroundings while making her look and act more obscene as well. That being said, I can pass the whole thing by taking 10 even without the blessing, so I guess she won't be collapsing and masturbating in the middle of the street until someone has to take her away. Will reply to that end once we're in the street IC. Yeah, the skill challenge seems a BIT excessive. Seems to me more like something that can just be done via role-playing. Edit: And well, Tax, I think we can head out into the streets IC, if Selena didn't have anything to say to Elvis's attempted pep talk. Tamarack said: ↑ Given that the penalty will continue for at least a day if not several, going into that much detail for a single outing might be somewhat excessive. That being said, Selena's exhibitionist pervert, so she absolutely won't keep her cool, but also won't freak out over this. The table above works if I look at it as Diplomacy/Perform checks to keep the crowd appreciative enough not to give her trouble, with increasing difficulty due to her mounting arousal making it harder to mind her surroundings while making her look and act more obscene as well. That being said, I can pass the whole thing by taking 10 even without the blessing, so I guess she won't be collapsing and masturbating in the middle of the street until someone has to take her away. Will reply to that end once we're in the street IC. Click to expand... Kyman201 said: ↑ Yeah, the skill challenge seems a BIT excessive. Seems to me more like something that can just be done via role-playing. Click to expand... This is not something I was going to re-run every time you went somewhere in the next couple of days, I just thought it might be fun to gamify things a bit – but Selena can essentially ignore it, and both of you seem to be of the opinion that it's not something your characters should have difficulty with... so never mind! Question forwards– is Ivan heading straight to meet with his ally or trailing along after the ladies for a bit? Straight to his ally. Perception check 1 and 2 Kyman201 said: ↑ "Quinn's authority as a Paled In was actually quite helpful," Elvis says as she glanced at her friend. "She was able to convince a guard who stopped us to ask questions that we were part of an official procession she was hosting, and convinced him to let us move along." When the new woman appears, Elvis blinks. "Oh, getting naked isn't required. Selena and I made a Bern and neither of us won, so we're both making good on it." Click to expand... Looks like some autocorrect typos there, Ky. I'll fix them when I get back to my desktop *has gotten no alerts since the start of June. Completely accidentally notices activity in the 'latest' pop-up*Well, this is awkward. How should we handle going to the Academy to look into magical transportation the previous day? Oh, hey Tax. Guess I should have followed through on my "Hm should I poke him or-" Tamarack said: ↑ *has gotten no alerts since the start of June. Completely accidentally notices activity in the 'latest' pop-up* Well, this is awkward. How should we handle going to the Academy to look into magical transportation the previous day? Click to expand... I periodically check "all watched threads" for just that reason, myself. Magical transportation... A ticket at the city's teleportation station costs 200gp per person, but they only connect to similar stations elsewhere in the world, and there isn't one where you're going. You can't find or get access to any individual in the city who can provide a teleport for your whole group in a single casting, so you'd have to pay for two castings at 980gp apiece, or two scrolls at 2,450 GP apiece. Just in case it wasn't clear, this is the time for you all (Tamarack, Garahs,Kyman201,BR549, and Spectral Waltz) to figure out what extra gear and supplies you want to purchase for this expedition. If we mention this here IOC can we cut to the start of the expedition in a few posts? We can skip to your departure, certainly; depending on what method of transport you guys opt to use there may be some (no more than two) scenes that take place between then and your arrival in the jungle. Sorry if I sound ungrateful I'd just very much appreciate getting to theadventureplz thank-you Tents, rations, and rope are the only gear I can think would be essential unless someone can think of more we need. Would people appreciate it if I actually typed up the IC contract Rank wants you all to sign? If it's not going to be long. Just like a CliffsNotes version. "I will offer this, but I want this" I've mentioned this to a couple of you already, but I will be away from my computer and any internet connectivity for the coming weekend. Noted, thanks. How would people feel about introducing some house rules to decrease feat taxes? Depends on what you mean by feat taxes I mean somethinglike this. I don't think I'll use that one exactly as presented, but it's a good approximation. Ah. Well I'm not very feat-heavy, though I'd appreciate Finesse being a weapon feature rather than requiring a feat. Trivia: 5th edition D&D does that. They've really trimmed a lot of the feats Mostly positively, although that list does need some tweaks. I'm not sure. Pathfinder Unleashed improved melee classes, and as the people from that link said, fighters get a lot of feat selections for a reason. Also, should I be signing? Rank is not going to require Ivan to sign, but he may if he wishes. Also, regarding "but fighters get lots of feats" - yes, they do, and they have to spend large numbers of them to be good at a single thing (or a small range of things), and that still leaves them far behind in comparison to casters. I'd rather make it easier for non-fighter combatants to do cool things and let the fighters be those weird geniuses who can do anything and everything with a sword or a pole arm Okay, here's my take on feats: Feats that apply to your choice of a specific weapon, such as Weapon Focus, now apply to an additional weapon for every iterative attack you gain from your base attack bonus, with the following exceptions: Exotic Weapon Proficiency continues to apply to a single weapon at a time. Martial Weapon Proficiency now applies to all martial weapons in a given weapon group. Mobility is now part of Dodge. Feats and prestige classes that require Mobility as a prerequisite now require Dodge. Point-Blank Shot is now universal to ranged weapons. Precise Shot now requires DEX 13. Feats and prestige classes that require Point-Blank Shot as a prerequisite now require Precise Shot. Finesse is now a weapon trait and applies to all light weapons and some others. Agile Maneuvers is automatic when wielding a finesse weapon. Combat Expertise [Combat] Prerequisite:Int 13. Benefit:You can choose to take a –1 penalty on melee attack rolls and combat maneuver checks to gain a +1 dodge bonus to your Armor Class. When your base attack bonus reaches +4, and every +4 thereafter, the penalty increases by –1 and the dodge bonus increases by +1. You can only choose to use this feat when you declare that you are making an attack or a full-attack action with a melee weapon. The effects of this feat last until your next turn. In addition, you do not provoke any attacks of opportunity when performing a dirty trick, disarm, reposition, steal, or trip combat maneuver, and may feint as a move action. Normal: You provoke an attack of opportunity when performing a dirty trick, disarm, reposition, steal, or trip combat maneuver. Improved Unarmed Strike [Combat] Benefit: You are considered to be armed even when unarmed—you do not provoke attacks of opportunity when you attack foes while unarmed, nor when you perform a grapple combat maneuver. Your unarmed strikes can deal lethal or nonlethal damage, at your choice. Normal: Without this feat, you are considered unarmed when attacking with an unarmed strike, and you can deal only nonlethal damage with such an attack. Maneuver Focus [Combat](replaces the Improved [Maneuver] feats)Prerequisite:Combat Expertise, or Improved Unarmed Strike, or Power Attack. Benefit:You gain a +2 bonuses when performing or defending against a specific combat maneuver. If you have Combat Expertise, you may select a maneuver from the following list: dirty trick, disarm, reposition, steal, or trip. If you have Improved Unarmed Strike, you may select grapple. If you have Power Attack, you may select a maneuver from the following list: bull rush, drag, overrun, or sunder. Special:You may take this feat multiple times. Its effects do not stack. Each time you take the feat, it applies to a different combat maneuver. Power Attack [Combat] Prerequisites:STR 13, base attack bonus +1. Benefit:You can choose to take a –1 penalty on all melee attack rolls and combat maneuver checks to gain a +2 bonuses on all melee damage rolls. This bonus to damage is increased by half (+50%) if you are making an attack with a two-handed weapon, a one-handed weapon using two hands, or a primary natural weapon that adds 1-1/2 times yourStrengthmodifier on damage rolls. This bonus to damage is halved (–50%) if you are making an attack with an off-hand weapon or secondary natural weapon. When your base attack bonus reaches +4, and every 4 points thereafter, the penalty increases by –1 and the bonus to damage increases by +2. You must choose to use this feat before making an attack roll, and its effects last until your next turn. The bonus damage does not apply to touch attacks or effects that do not deal hit point damage. In addition, you do not provoke any attacks of opportunity when performing a bull rush, drag, overrun, or sunder combat maneuver. Normal: You provoke an attack of opportunity when performing a bull rush, drag, overrun, or sunder combat maneuver. Two-Weapon Fighting [Combat] (replaces Improved and Greater Two-Weapon Fighting)Prerequisites:DEX 15. Benefit:Your penalties on attack rolls for fighting with two weapons are reduced. The penalty for your primary hand lessens by 2 and the one for your offhand lessens by 6. If you have DEX 17 and a base attack bonus of +6, you may make a second off-hand attack at an additional -5 penalties, and if you have DEX 19 and a base attack bonus of +11, you may make a third off-hand attack at an additional -10 penalties. Normal: If you wield a second weapon in your offhand, you can get one extra attack per round with that weapon. When fighting in this way you suffer a –6 penalties with your regular attack or attacks with your primary hand and a –10 penalties to the attack with your offhand. If your off-hand weapon is light, the penalties are reduced by 2 each. An unarmed strike is always considered light. Also, Tavarokk, it'd be nice if you could post soon. I may just start tagging you every so often, since the name-tags seem to alert you even if the thread notifications don't. Spell craft:1d20+1324So Elvis recognizes the spell being used. Spell craft:1d20+1420 Taurus II said: ↑ Except for Exotic Weapon Proficiency, feats that apply to your choice of a specific weapon, such as Weapon Focus, now apply to entire weapon groups. Click to expand... Eh, it's one of the worst ideas there, TBH. Doesn't actually address the issue of one-handed/light weapon TWF or main weapon/sidearm switching being obstructed by those feats. Pretty implausible, too, given the variety within each group. Might be better to say that a character expands the pool of weapons they are especially familiar with at a rate of, say, one per 2 points of BAD out of any weapons they're proficient with. Taurus II said: ↑ Point-Blank Shot is now part of Precise Shot, which requires DEX 13. Feats and prestige classes that require Point-Blank Shot as a prerequisite now require Precise Shot. Click to expand... Given that hitting closer targets being easier and projectiles losing less striking power at close range are common sense and universal for all characters, it might be more apt to make PBS universal ranged weapon feature rather than fuse it into PS - it'll amount to the same thing given how essential PS is for ranged builds, but will be more thematically fitting The rest is pretty neat. Tamarack said: ↑ Eh, it's one of the worst ideas there, TBH. Doesn't actually address the issue of one-handed/light weapon TWF or main weapon/sidearm switching being obstructed by those feats. Pretty implausible, too, given the variety within each group. Might be better to say that a character expands the pool of weapons they are especially familiar with at a rate of, say, one per 2 points of BAD out of any weapons they're proficient with. Click to expand... A good point, but I feel that an extra weapon per 2 points of BAD may be a little too much; for now I'll peg it at each iterative attack gained. Tamarack said: ↑ Given that hitting closer targets being easier and projectiles losing less striking power at close range are common sense and universal for all characters, it might be more apt to make PBS universal ranged weapon feature rather than fuse it into PS - it'll amount to the same thing given how essential PS is for ranged builds, but will be more thematically fitting Click to expand... Frankly, that would require more extensive house ruling than I feel like keeping track of for this game. Taurus II said: ↑ A good point, but I feel that an extra weapon per 2 points of BAD may be a little too much; for now I'll peg it at each iterative attack gained. Click to expand... How so? A 20 LVL fighter would get fewer weapons from such a focus feat variant than there are in most weapon groups, to say nothing of lower levels or classes with 3/4 BAD. That version is more conservative, more ergonomic and more realistic than involving groups in any capacity. The latter especially, what with things like kusarigama and quarterstaff being grouped together as similar weapons. Also, more streamlined than your current version with its exceptions. Taurus II said: ↑ Frankly, that would require more extensive house ruling than I feel like keeping track of for this game. Click to expand... Um. You have exactly same ruling for Finesse. How would it be different to formulate PBS entry similarly? Tamarack said: ↑ How so? A 20 LVL fighter would get fewer weapons from such a focus feat variant than there are in most weapon groups, to say nothing of lower levels or classes with 3/4 BAD. That version is more conservative, more ergonomic and more realistic than involving groups in any capacity. The latter especially, what with things like kusarigama and quarterstaff being grouped together as similar weapons. Also, more streamlined than your current version with its exceptions. Click to expand... It's not a mechanical balance issue, it's down to an aesthetic preference regarding character sheets. At 1 weapon/2 BAD, a For 20 would have Weapon Focus in ten weapons, all listed individually. That's fewer weapons than a weapon group, but it takes up more char sheet real estate and looks ugly, even if you try to squeeze it to a single entry:Weapon Focus (long sword, bastard sword, great sword, dagger, great axe, composite longbow, Warhammer, earth breaker, grandeur, grieve-guisarme)​Yuck. In contrast, pegging it to iterative attacks cuts us down to 5 weapons at For 20, which looks like this:Weapon Focus (long sword, short sword, composite longbow, heavy mace, light mace)​Still a bit lengthy, but not unworkable so, especially if you resort to abbreviations. Tamarack said: ↑ Um. You have exactly same ruling for Finesse. How would it be different to formulate PBS entry similarly? Click to expand... You're absolutely right. For some reason my mind went off into modifications of the range increment system. Taurus II said: ↑ It's not a mechanical balance issue, it's down to an aesthetic preference regarding character sheets. At 1 weapon/2 BAD, a For 20 would have Weapon Focus in ten weapons, all listed individually. That's fewer weapons than a weapon group, but it takes up more char sheet real estate and looks ugly, even if you try to squeeze it to a single entry: Weapon Focus (long sword, bastard sword, great sword, dagger, great axe, composite longbow, Warhammer, earth breaker, grandeur, grieve-guisarme) Yuck. In contrast, pegging it to iterative attacks cuts us down to 5 weapons at For 20, which looks like this: Weapon Focus (long sword, short sword, composite longbow, heavy mace, light mace) Still a bit lengthy, but not unworkable so, especially if you resort to abbreviations. Click to expand... 20 LVL full BAD is an extreme case though. Most lists would look more like the second example. Also, it's nothing that can't be resolved with some proper sheet formatting (reference to an extra section or something). I mean, I have to put down dozens, potentially over a hundred of spells known as a wizard, so it's a little mean to begrudge the fighters their ten weapons listed. That said, I don't mind 'per iterative' approach since the original feat is 'only one, period', mostly just want to do away with weapon groups usage since those are rather haphazard, and reorganizing them would be a hassle not worth the trouble. Taurus II said: ↑ You're absolutely right. For some reason my mind went off into modifications of the range increment system. Click to expand... Well, it probably could use a qualifier of 'ranged weapons with range increment above 30 ft' to be more logical, although it wouldn't be strictly necessary, but nothing beyond that. My only weapon focus is on Bombs, so that doesn't net me much more. I might get WF light blades with Finesse freed up Grass, Tavarokk, Spectral Waltz,BR549– opinions on where in the jungle to land? I don't really have a preference. If everyone has gear, we could go straight to the deep part. The port, I'd say. The nymph's place is a close second in that it'll save us the hassle of going upstream on our own and make for a good start of the talks to be seen in the company of a golden dragon, but in that case we'll be gambling on the outcome of the meeting - if we end up being unwelcome, the situation will abruptly become highly unpleasant. Tamarack said: ↑ The port, I'd say. The nymph's place is a close second in that it'll save us the hassle of going upstream on our own and make for a good start of the talks to be seen in the company of a golden dragon, but in that case we'll be gambling on the outcome of the meeting - if we end up being unwelcome, the situation will abruptly become highly unpleasant. Click to expand... Would you mind posting to that effect IC? Taurus II said: ↑ Grass, Tamarack, Spectral Waltz, BR549 – opinions on where in the jungle to land? Click to expand... I think I wrote into the thread that Mina suggested landing at the port to use it as a base of operations? So you did. Figured I ought to pause there for immediate character reactions, and to give time for some IOC discussion of how the flight will be handled. Specifically, there will be two legs of 48h, each followed by a landing and a 8h sleep period for Audi, before a final leg of ~12h to get you where you're going. There will be events that can happen at each rest stop, but I'm fine with eliding the vast majority of the time actually spent in flight. My main question is, what would you guys be doing to amuse yourselves, and how do you want to deal with Tampa's nymphomania oracle curse? Mina likes travelling, so she'd probably be perfectly content to avail herself of the sights during the flight. On the other hand, while she doesn't have a bucket list per se, if she did, 'sex with a holy woman (of a sort at least) while riding a dragon' would probably be on it, so she'd be happy to help with the curse too... Should we assume it's a comfortable trip, or do we have to deal with wind spear and jostling on the journey? There might be moments of jostling, but overall it would be comfortable. The canopy and hangings are actually meant for this use, and can be secured to keep the wind out. Quinn will mostly be meditating and perhaps reading, and she would be quite happy to help out with Tampa's curse if necessary. Elvis will probably unleash the secret portal to the tentacle dimension she's had in her backpack the whole time. /Like, she'll do... Stuff? Review notes, think up potential uses for the reagents she'll gather on the trip, if invited to talk or asked questions by the others she'll likely respond. If propositioned by Tampa, she'll probably join in. If an orgy starts up, she'll probably ask to join a decent amount of the time. Ivan would be interested in playing a few friendly games of Three Dragon Ante with all takers. He's also willing to help with the curse occasionally. I'll be frank, I expected that we'd be at the jungle by now. Everything else feels like pointless filler to fill up space, and I'm not a big enough Tolkien fan to want to know HOW much traveling we do. So I'll ask: Is anything plot important going to happen at this oasis? And I mean something relevant, not a Random Encounter. If it's not really important, I'd rather we just cut to arriving in the jungle. I don't really have a plot. I've given you a definite goal, but I was planning on having you guys hex crawling through the jungle to achieve it, dealing with the terrain and the wildlife. There are some areas that I have planned – the port town, for example – but the planning mostly consists of populating the area with NPCs that you'll be allowed to interact with, or not, as you wish. Right, I misspoke slightly. The spirit of what I said still stands. Is something remotely important or related to the goal going to happen at this rest stop? Otherwise, I'd rather we just cut to arrival at the jungle. Aww, I was hoping to have some character interaction time while bathing in the oasis~ Some character action would be acceptable, I guess I was just thinking "Ugh are we like going to START the quest anytime soon?" Having taken some time to think about it, I am going to skip you guys ahead to the jungle (or the town next to the jungle, anyway) Fair enough then... When volunteering to take an item, do keep in mind that I expect you to be keeping track of your encumbrance. Edit: At least while you're out here, at and beyond the edges of civilization. Gonna just roll a perception check for that little tidbit in the post... Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 20+6 = 26 For: Perception Check Rolled on: August-09-2017, 09:41pm See dice roll details 20 Adding in my Perception roll. Perception:1d20+1025 Tampa Perception:1d20+517Andrew Perception:1d202 Perception Perception:1d20+823Also, FYI, I have a handy haversack if stuff gets too heavy for people. Like a dummy, I forgot to mention this NPC's distinguishing feature! His left arm has been turned into solid silver up to his elbow, the hand permanently balled into a fist. He carries it in a sling. ... THAT'S pretty distinctive, yes. Also, slightly revised map (with some labels to make discussing navigation easier) We seem to bog down the most in more sandbox situations, so I thought I'd mechanize things a bit and see if it helped. You can take two-Day actions and two Night actions. Town ActionsDayShop: Purchase weapons, tools, items, and supplies. DayWork: Make a Craft or Profession check to earn money or create an item. (Once per day)Day Plan Route: Make a DC 15 Knowledge (geography), Knowledge (nature), or Survival check to plan a route through the jungle, gaining a +1 bonus on checks to avoid becoming lost. The bonus increases by +1 for every 5 points by which you beat the DC. Day/Night Entertain: Make a Perform check to earn money. Day/Night Explore: Explore an area of town looking for interesting people and things. (Barracks, Docks, Rice Fields, Temple, Town Hall, Tree Fields)Day/Night Socialize: Talk to NPCs to gather information or influence their attitudes. NightSleep: Go to bed at a reasonable hour to recover from fatigue and heat damage. If this is not your second Night action, make a DC 14 Constitution check to avoid being fatigued the next day. And (some of) the town stats: LATEX TOWN LN Small Town Corruption +2; Crime -1; Economy +5; Law +2; Lore +1; Society -1 Qualities abundant*, good roads, planned community, resource surplus* (latex, dark wood) Danger +0DEMOGRAPHICS Government colonial Population 1,520 (40% human, 30% half-orc, 10% half-elf, 10% orc, 5% elf, 5% other) Notable NPCs Director General Sophia Chanteuse (female human) Fertility Manager Siva ya Trimurti (female elf) Chief Foreman Vi ether Hatchet (male human) Quartermaster Kiran Silver hand (middle-aged male half-orc) Mistress Dark Silver hand (female half-elf) Languages Common, Even, Marketplace Base Value 1,000 GP; Purchase Limit 5,000 GP; Spell casting 4th; Minor Items 3d4; Medium Items 1d6; Major Items — AbundantSivaya’s blessings on the area grant Economy +1 and reduce the purchase price of locally-sourced foodstuffs by 25%. Resource SurplusSivaya’s blessings on the area reduce the cost of latex and dark wood items purchased here by 25%. Hm... well... I'm thinking we should probably spend first part of the first day planning, then second part on either a shopping run to pick up any additional supplies we might need or on some more planning to make absolutely sure we have our stuff figured out for our first expedition? Then we can do whatever with the first night action, rest with the second night action, and then either head out in the morning or do one more day of planning plus recovering from the trip before we set out? Ivan will explore the temple and socialize with people before going to bed. Sorry, sorry, had some busy days at work. Alright, so for Elvis... Well she'll spend part of the day Planning... Let me roll my Knowledge Nature-Knowledge Nature for Route:1d20+1333OKAY THEN THAT IS VERY YES Second Day action would be explored the Town Hall, in order to ensure that she has all her paperwork together to actually perform the "Work" action without upsetting anybody. First Night Action, she'll probably Socialize at the Inn, get a read on other potential explorers of note. And the final Night Action is Trance, to be rested for the next day. Kyman201 said: ↑ First Night Action, she'll probably Socialize at the Inn, get a read on other potential explorers of note. Click to expand... Hm, maybe I hadn't made this clear enough IC, but you guys are the only strangers in town at the moment – the only people you'll meet at the inn are the party and locals coming to gawk at the newcomers. Quinn will probably accompany Elvis, keeping an eye on gawking townspeople and gauging the mood of the town. Taurus II said: ↑ Hm, maybe I hadn't made this clear enough IC, but you guys are the only strangers in town at the moment – the only people you'll meet at the inn are the party and locals coming to gawk at the newcomers. Click to expand... Then she'll talk to the locals at the Inn, and chat with the people who come up to talk to her Mina may indulge in some light whoring if anyone in town is up for it... Tamarack Socialize:Diplomacy:1d20+1027Hang out with the priestess while the others settle in, get to know her better, learn more about the town and its residents, including people of note. Socialize:Diplomacy:1d20+1029Gather info about the jungle and any ongoing jungle exploration, talk to people who head out the furthest into the jungle. Entertain:Perform (Sexual):1d20+1022Whore herself out, repeatedly if there's time, relying on the previous two actions to help locate the place where potential clients would gather to relax. Sleep: not necessarily at the inn, if invited overnight by sufficiently pleasant company. Okay I should actually roll some dice for this stuff shouldn't I... Just give me a bit... Grass said: ↑ Ivan will explore the temple and socialize with people before going to bed. Click to expand... I think I'm missing one of your actions. Also, give me a Perception roll for your explorations of the temple. At Taurus's request... Getting the papers in order:1d20+825 Taurus II said: ↑ I think I'm missing one of your actions. Also, give me a Perception roll for your explorations of the temple. Click to expand... I will socialize twice then. Perception:Perception:1d20+814 Okay, RollanFirst Day Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 16+5 = 21 For: Action 1: Plan Route Rolled on: August-19-2017, 08:19am See dice roll details 16 Action 2:Socialize First Night Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 18+4 = 22 For: Action 1: Entertain (Lewd) Rolled on: August-19-2017, 08:23am See dice roll details 18 Action 2:Sleep IC post for the first day phase incoming; I need some clarification on who people want to socialize with and what they're trying to accomplish before I can adjudicate the rest of the day (and to get Night actions for Quinn and Andrew).2nd Day Phase Ivan: Socialize Gather Info:1d20+1525Elvisa: Socialize Getting the papers in order:1d20+825Quinn: Explore Quinn Perception:1d20-12Selena: Socialize Diplomacy:1d20+1029Mina: SocializeHeal1d20+1232Andrew: Craft Andrew Craft (calligraphy):1d20+1317Tama: EntertainTama Perform (sexual):1d20+18191st Night Phase Ivan: Socialize (Ingratiate)Elvis: Socialize Quinn: ??? Selena: Entertain Perform (Sexual):1d20+1022 (27 with Economy)Mina: Entertain Entertain (Lewd)1d20+422 (27 with Economy)Andrew: ??? Tama: EntertainTama Perform (sexual):1d20+1830 I'm just looking to gather information on the area and make connections. Okay, gathering general information will be a Dipso check and use one of your Socialize actions. Are you looking to make a connection with a specific person, or just trying to generally ingratiate yourself to the community? Taurus II said: ↑ just trying to generally ingratiate yourself to the community Click to expand... This. Socialize 1:1d20+1525 Mina will be wandering about the town, getting to know its people and offering magical assistance such as she can provide up to 5 spell levels worth of spells. Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 19+5 = 24 For: Diplomacy Rolled on: August-25-2017, 12:12am See dice roll details 19 Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 20+5 = 25 For: Healing Rolled on: August-25-2017, 12:13am See dice roll details 20 I only meant for you to roll one of the skills, actually. Taurus II said: ↑ I only meant for you to roll one of the skills, actually. Click to expand... Oh, my bad, should I reroll? Or just take the lower of the two? Nah, I'll take the higher. It's not like there's a lot of difference in this case. Taurus II said: ↑ Nah, I'll take the higher. It's not like there's a lot of difference in this case. Click to expand... True... Sorry for double, who else' input is needed to go ahead now? Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Sorry for double, who else' input is needed to go ahead now? Click to expand... For the Afternoon phase, nobody; I'm composing the IC post right now. For the Evening phase, I need a Diplomacy check fromGarahs, some clarification and a roll fromKyman201, an action and roll fromBR549, and I need to decide what Andrew will be doing during that time. Taurus II said: ↑ 1st Night Phase Ivan: Socialize (Ingratiate) Diplomacy Town: 1d20+15 25 Elvis: Socialize In Case Someone Interesting Arrives: 1d20+2 3 Quinn: Watching the Streets: 1d20-1 4 Selena: Entertain Perform (Sexual): 1d20+10 22 (27 with Economy) Mina: Entertain (Lewd) 1d20+4 22 (27 with Economy) Andrew: Entertain Andrew Perform (sexual): 1d20+2 3 (8 with Economy) Tampa: Entertain Tampa Perform (sexual): 1d20+18 30Click to expand... As discussed, Elvis will people-watch. In the event that she DOES find someone interesting, here's her preloaded diplomacy-In Case Someone Interesting Arrives:1d20+23Well Elvis clearly will run into someone cool and proceed to make a HUGE ass out of herself. Keep watch for when Elvis kills herself and is reborn in Star finder as a Necromancer to escape the shame. Taurus II said: ↑ I need a Diplomacy check from GarahsClick to expand... Sorry, I thought I had all my rolls. Diplomacy Town:1d20+1525 Do we meet up before the night section? Also, have no one so far reacted to Selena's state of dress notably? You guys can go ahead and meet up before the night action to share info and change what you're going to do. And yes, the loggers especially treated Selena to a lot of stares and catcalls. Taurus II said: ↑ You guys can go ahead and meet up before the night action to share info and change what you're going to do. Click to expand... It's more of a question to others whether we agreed to do so or not before splitting up. If not, Selena's fine with going straight into night part. Taurus II said: ↑ And yes, the loggers especially treated Selena to a lot of stares and catcalls. Click to expand... Only that? How unexpectedly shy of them. If we agreed to reconvene then Mina would drop by to mention the Satyr problem and give her general impressions of the place, but if we didn't, she'd probably just go straight on to the night action. Tamarack said: ↑ Only that? How unexpectedly shy of them. Click to expand... Maybe they didn't want to assume anything until she came up to proposition them. Kyman201 said: ↑ Maybe they didn't want to assume anything until she came up to proposition them. Click to expand... Yeah. They'd respond to flirting in kind, and if outright propositioned many would certainly take her up on something quick, but you didn't mention anything of the kind when you described what Selena was doing, so I couldn't know to describe any response to that kind of behavior. Taurus II said: ↑ Yeah. They'd respond to flirting in kind, and if outright propositioned many would certainly take her up on something quick, but you didn't mention anything of the kind when you described what Selena was doing, so I couldn't know to describe any response to that kind of behavior. Click to expand... They'repoliteperverts. Admire but don't get hands unless you have an invitation. Slightly belatedly... Quinn will explore the town as evening falls, walking the streets and generally gauging the mood of the citizenry. Watching the Streets:1d20-14 Well, since no-one bit on the RP prompt I posted, summary of the Evening incoming. Next morning post will come in the morning after I've slept. Looks like you summed up my action well, so no need to add more. Apropos of nothing, is anyone else going mostly on inertia at this point? I'm being beset by lack of interest towards what happens to my char or in general, which is alarming. I feel like I would have liked to actually have a chance to write out some leads during the night action, but it all seemed sorta nicely summed up, and I couldn't figure out a way to fit them in without them seeming awkward to the post structure... Sorry about that. I was trying to speed us into the actual jungle portion (which will also have opportunities for leads) Taurus II said: ↑ Sorry about that. I was trying to speed us into the actual jungle portion (which will also have opportunities for leads)Click to expand... Furthermore, I figured as much, which is why I'm okay with that~ Okay, posting some new stuff and copying some previous stuff for ease-of-reference First, the incomplete encounter tables you can glean from Selena's conversations with the loggers and the information Andrew provided you at the start: DayNightJungleRiversideGroveJungleRiversideGroveGiant Bees Giant Flies?????? Boars??? Silver Bells Giant Maggots??? Silver Bells Monkeys??? Mosquitoes??? Native Hunters???????????? Bliss Vines Dryads?????? Dryads?????? FaunsMonitor Lizards??? Fauns??? Satyr?????? Satyrs??? Tigers?????? Jungle Tricks??? Second, a table of information that be useful as you traverse the jungle: Per Day (8h) JungleRiversideGroveSpeed30 ft.20 ft. Find Trail DC102015Trail3 hexes2 hexes Light (Day)DimBrightNormalTrackless1 hex1 hex Light (Night)DarknessDimDimEach day requires a DC 15 Survival check to avoid becoming lost in jungle or grove; traveling along the river prevents becoming lost, but the thicker undergrowth makes it harder to move as quickly. During the jungle day, every hour requires a DC 15 Fort save, +1 DC for each previous save, or take 1d4 nonlethal and become fatigued until cooled off. Armor and heavy clothing gives -4 on this save; bonuses may be earned with successful Survival checks. Also, I don't think you guys have actually decided IOC where you're heading first (or at least you haven't told me about it). Kyman201 said: ↑ "I still think the best first move is making for the nymph's grove. Getting on her good side should prove helpful going along," Elvis says as she drops some powders into some flasks, preparing her extracts for the day. Click to expand... I had been assuming that the planning committee had settled on your first destination, hence my comment about IOC decisions. Game is cancelled. Alas. Aw, just as we were getting to the adventure. [catty retort removed]*deep breath* I may have been a little too hasty. Okay, game is uncanceled. Taurus and I had a talk, and hopefully the plot can be on track from here out. Basically, if this were Kingdom Hearts 2, we just got to the point where you stop playing the Boring Prologue as Rojas and now the game proper starts. Excellent. It appears I missed much drama... You okay Taurus? I didn't contribute to the original decision to cancel, did I? It wasn't you, Spectral. I was a bit too blunt. That and a well-known failure mode of text-based communication. Light armors constructed of mitral or similar substances don't impose the penalty on checks to resist heat. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ [X] Follow the river upstream, where there are plenty of light but lots of underbrush to fight through Find Trails: DC 20 Survival check. Success lets you move 3 hexes today; failure limits you to 1 hex. Endure Heat: DC 18 Fort save or take 2d4 damage and become fatigued. Armor or heavy clothes impose -4; a DC 15 Survival check grants +2 to one person, plus one more person for each point over 15. Click to expand... Kyman201 said: ↑ [X] Follow the river upstream, where there are plenty of light but lots of underbrush to fight through Find Trails: DC 20 Survival check. Success lets you move 3 hexes today; failure limits you to 1 hex. Endure Heat: DC 18 Fort save or take 2d4 damage and become fatigued. Armor or heavy clothes impose -4; a DC 15 Survival check grants +2 to one person, plus one more person for each point over 15. Spoiler Yeah, Elvis's got a +8 to Survival checks. Anybody got a higher Survival? Click to expand... BR549 said: ↑ Quinn looks quite eager to get underway, a beaming smile on her face as everyone sets out. [X] Follow the river upstream, where there are plenty of light but lots of underbrush to fight through Click to expand... All right, you three make quorum. Ky, it looks like you're our Survival expert. Since you're following the river you don't need to roll to avoid getting lost, but I will allow you to apply the +5 planning bonuses to help deal with the heat; and the rest of the party can roll Survival (untrained, if need be) to assist you in finding trails heading in roughly the right direction. Andrew Survival, Tampa Survival:1d2011d20+36The city slickers are useless. Tavarokk, Garahs Survival - Heat Stroke Assistance:1d20+825... And I realized that after I made the roll that I should have added the +5, so that's ACTUALLY a Net 30. So that's like... +2 to literally EVERYONE for their Heat Resistance rolls. And here's Elvis's roll to resist the heat-ACTUAL Heat Fort Save:1d20+726 Do I need to roll heat resistance since I have resisted 5 fire? Help with survival roll:Assist survival:1d2019 Grass said: ↑ Do I need to roll heat resistance since I have resisted 5 fire? Click to expand... No, you do not. I was considering just casting endure elements, but then I remembered that I'm a cleric. Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 5+12 = 17 For: Fort Save vs. Heat Rolled on: September-09-2017, 01:45am See dice roll details 5 EDIT: Never mind, I guess once Mina starts feeling the heat getting to her, she'll just cast the spell anyway. Better to be down a slot than have heat stroke... Elvis can whip up an Extract for Endure Elements. She's got like six L1 Extracts per day. And she has a class feature that lets her use her Extracts on other people, just so you all know. Fort vs Heat:1d20+1217I suspect Quinn will be asking for one of those extracts. Survival: Find the Path:1d20+220...oh come on, Roller Imp, now you're just mocking me. Nonlethal Heat Damage:2#2d4646 to Mina, 4 to Quinn, and both are fatigued. Taurus II said: ↑ Nonlethal Heat Damage: 2#2d4 6 4 6 to Mina, 4 to Quinn, and both are fatigued. Click to expand... Can't Mina just cast endure elements when the heat starts getting to her like I said though? That should avert the damage and fatigue right? It's not like heat exhaustion comes on all at once. The only way I can help with this will be by cure spells. You could hop in the river as long as you don't mind leeches, snakes, and whatever else is in there. Spectral Waltz said: ↑ Can't Mina just cast endure elements when the heat starts getting to her like I said though? That should avert the damage and fatigue right? It's not like heat exhaustion comes on all at once. Click to expand... Assuming you cast endure elements as soon as she notices the heat wearing on her, I'll let you reduce the damage to 3 points. Curing the damage will remove the fatigue. PagingTavarokkandGarahsto the IC thread. And rolling for Knowledge on Giant Bees. Knowledge on BEES!:1d20+1316 Point. K. Nature:1d20+1022 Kyman201 said: ↑ And rolling for Knowledge on Giant Bees. Knowledge on BEES!: 1d20+13 16Click to expand... You get 3 questions. Tamarack said: ↑ Point. K. Nature: 1d20+10 22Click to expand... You get 4 questions. - What provokes them into attacking?- How to get it go to go away without fighting?- Best ways to kill one?- How bad is poison? -Do Giant Bees tend to forage in groups?-Are they attracted to bright colors?-Roughly how far away from a hive do they travel for foraging? Tamarack said: ↑ - What provokes them into attacking? Click to expand... Attacking them first, or getting too close to their hive. Tamarack said: ↑ - How to get it go to go away without fighting? Click to expand... If it's not provoked and doesn't mistake any of you for flowers, it will likely wander off eventually. Tamarack said: ↑ - Best ways to kill one? Click to expand... There is no particular trick to killing them, but exposure to smoke nauseates them. Tamarack said: ↑ - How bad is poison? Click to expand... Sting—injury;save Fort DC 12;frequency1/round for 4 rounds;effect1d2 STR;cure1 save. Kyman201 said: ↑ -Do Giant Bees tend to forage in groups? Click to expand... No. Kyman201 said: ↑ -Are they attracted to bright colors? Click to expand... Yes; they associate bright colors with flowers and thus food. Kyman201 said: ↑ -Roughly how far away from a hive do they travel for foraging? Click to expand... Giant bees generally forage an area roughly 2–4 miles in radius surrounding their hive, occasionally venturing as far as 6 miles. Unit. Bee Unit:1d20+59FYI just in case it wasn't apparent, but I'm going to hold action until it attacks. 100 XP to all! Attempting to follow the bee back to its hive will require a DC 20 Perception or Survival check, consume a hex of movement, and take you away from the riverside; failure means you have lost it among the foliage and/or stumbled across something distracting (a random encounter). Okay so Elvis has +8 Survival and +10 Perception... Okay, I'MMA roll Perception, see if we can't-Perception - Follow That Trail:1d20+1015Son of a hobgoblin Well, you're all welcome to give the roll a shot. Survival time... Follow That Bee!:1d20+28... Quinn found something shiny? Mina will take a shot~ Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 11+6 = 17 For: Follow the Bee! Rolled on: September-17-2017, 03:43am See dice roll details 11 shot missed~We're going to get lost aren't we... No Strings Attached - Adventure 1 Results Got lost in the forest, ran afoul with satyrs and tentacle rape vines. Bad End(?) Could be, could be. You don't think you're lost yet. Garahs, Tavarokk Perception:1d20+310Not an unexpected result, which is why I wasn't rolling. Andrew Perception; Tampa Perception:1d2081d20+510Well, dumb luck was always possible, so I figured I'd give everyone a chance. Speaking of, since he posted IC but didn't bother here, I've rolled on Grass's behalf Ivan Perception:1d20+817Which means it's time for a random encounter. Grass said: ↑ "As fascinating this conversation is, I'm just glad I wasn't stung. Will we be smoking the hive to get jelly or do you have another means of collecting it?" Click to expand... A very good question. More Knowledge Nature:1d20+1328Oh sure NOW I roll well. Anywho... Rolling to learn the best method for smoking out the bees. Blew, sorry I forgot to roll earlier. If you guys want to try following the new bee, I will let you do that without using up your last hex of movement for the day. (You will have to make the skill checks though). Or you can ignore the bee and move to a new hex, in which case I'll need a Survival check to avoid becoming lost (since you've moved away from the river). I would say try to follow the bee? Spectral Waltz rolled 1 die of 20 faces, total: 4+6 = 10 For: Bee Follow MK. II Rolled on: September-20-2017, 11:50am See dice roll details 4 haha No... Mina's not going to manage it anyway. I think I would need to roll a natural 20, so not going to bother trying. I'm all for trying to follow the bee though. Grass said: ↑ I think I would need to roll a natural 20, so not going to bother trying. I'm all for trying to follow the bee though. Click to expand... The DC is only 20, and you have Perception listed at +8 on your character sheet. As the cool kids say... Tracking Bees Mk 2:1d20+1025I gotcha Paging Spectral Waltz,BR549,Kyman201,Grass, andTavarokkto the In-Character thread. I'll do it tomorrow after work. I only work until like 10am PST, so I'll be on before you know it. Taurus II said: ↑ Paging Spectral Waltz, BR549, Kyman201, Grass, and Tamarack to the In-Character thread. Click to expand... At work, will reply when I finish my shift in 10 hours. I'm going camping for the weekend in a few hours, so I won't be able to post until Sunday evening. Okay, so... Survival - Gather Ingredients:1d20+1029Whoadang. AND HERE'S THE CRAFT ROLL Crafting Bee Stun Smoke Bombs:1d20+1828 You can throw 4 bombs that act as though you have the smoke bomb discovery. More than acceptable. Kehehehehe Been several days, still waiting on Spectral WaltzandTavarokk. Sorry, just sorta haven't been sure how Mina can really contribute to this moment. She's mostly going to be waiting on the others marks for now. Likewise, I'm loaded for an 'oh, shit' moment atm, not utility. So, Things are coming up, don't expect me to reply before... Fuck, let's say Sunday at the earliest. =(That sucks, Ky. Hope your Things go well. To clarify, I might have some time here and there, but I sure as shit won't have the WILL until the furniture rearrangement is done

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The Cost of Survival_ Mass Effect RP

It has been almost three years since the famed Commander Shepard defeated San Arteries and stopped Sovereign, and almost a year since Shepard and a group of specialists banded together to defeat the Collector's. With the collectors defeated, and Shepard incarcerated for the destruction of the Baha system the Citadel had been almost ignoring the threat of Reapers to come. After Shepard left Earth and entered a chain of events that led up to the genophore being cured, the Citadel became a brewing pot of anger, lust, and self-destruction. This is a Mass Effect RP centered around Mass Effect 3, the plot will start shortly before Cerberus invades the Citadel, and with the tension from the Reaper invasion already built up the trouble had just begun. Rules:No god modding (That counts for NPCs as well, thought to a lesser extent. Give your opponent a chance to respond.) No overpowered characters. (Everything has a weakness, being nearly immune to damage or having unstoppable biotic isn't exactly fair to everyone else.) Death is allowed, but there are many ways you can choose to come back. Cloning, a new character, make something up if you want. Post your character profile here, though if you want to have a new race for your character, PM me with the details first. Name:Race:Age:Base class: (Sentinel, Infiltrator, Adept etc...) Gender:Job: (Mercenary, dockworker, Military etc...) Description:Bio:Equipment/Powers:Weaknesses:(Your character must have at least two weaknesses, though they don't have to be fatal flaws.) Characters:Demonking44Name: Honor Lore Race: Human Age: 27Base class: Soldier Gender: Male Personality: Honor Lore is a man who is often motivated by money, and as sold his loyalty was to the highest bidder. Honor also keeps himself in the best condition as possible, maintaining the habit of training often with his equipment. This Bounty Hunter always has a cool demeanor when calculating his every move, always playing to win or survive. He knew best when to make use of evasion, which enabled him to outlast his enemies, using every trick in the book possible to survive. Although Honor lore is thorough, instinctive, and ruthless when it came to bounty hunting, but he is well known to have a soft side for the few people he cared about in life, and having a high standard of Honor. Job: Mercenary, Bounty Hunter Description: 182 cm tall, Mullet hairstyle, 75kg, fair skin, well-built, Black hair, dark brown eyes, Scars all over his torso and back, and a single scar on his left eye. Bio: Honor Lore's real name is John Cloud, born on Earth in England. His family were part of the Alliance Military and were on course to the Citadel, until that awful day. Bounty hunter raided the ship and killed everyone on board except the young boy, John Cloud. The Bounty hunter leader, a Brogan by the name of Gore'OOM Val'and took him and raised him to hunt and kill, a weapon so innocent and deadly. In time, John Cloud forgot his real name and adopted a new name, The Bounty Hunter called Honor Lore. His first act when he finally received his armor and weapons...he killed everyone Honor called, 'a family'. Ever since then, Honor Lore has assigned himself to solo Bounty Hunting, taking down the terrible criminal scum, and the most adored and well known politics in the galaxy. However, business has gone slow and there is no news of any criminal thugs that are wanted dead or alive, so now Honor resides in citadel in the nightclubs, waiting for the right moment. Equipment/Powers: Wields an M-358 heavy pistol, the Phaeton Assault Rifle, M-11 Wraith Shotgun, M-92 Mantis Sniper Rifle. He wears a Blood Dragon Armor, with scars on the armor and mask.hauerkazkisName: Olivia valderanRace: phantom cartage: never ask a woman her age Base class: engineer Gender: female Job: computer hacker Description:m ... n_50_8.perform one: a Siamese house cat with black rings around the tail and paws, form two: snow-white hair down to the back of the shoulders and a rather flat chest gets her called sir a lot Form three: hybrid of form one and two think werewolf but cat instead. Bio: not too much to say drifts from colony to colony hacking military computers for plans and schematics to sell on black market Equipment/Powers:M3 predator pistol form shift: can take form one, two, or three in a matter of seconds Phase shift: can convert her body to energy just as she can change her form allowing her to "jump" to unshielded electronics and power outlets to move from place to place with ease can also jump into unshielded machines or disabled machines. Limitations: strong EM fields disrupt this ability becomes the target of firewalls and virusesImune to physical damage but EMP weapons and energy weapons inflict 4x and 2.5x damageNooguyName: Q'trace: QuarianAge: 32Base class: Infiltrator Gender: Female Job: None...pretty much broke. Description: Her exomoon is white along the hood and outer fabric of her legs with a gray under fabric. Her gloves are jet black as are her boots, her right having a combat knife on it, but she much rather uses her OFNI tool. An angular light silver pattern along her hood to signify that she's of age and having completed her pilgrimage and her visor has a scratch along the bottom corner, something she doesn't see fit to fix as she finds it a nice accent to make her even more unique. Bio: Q'ITA is a shy Aquarian who would rather fiddle with her equipment or upgrade her weapons than talk with another. She grew up on the flotilla with her mother and father. They were engineers, almost always caught up with either repairs on citizenships or trying to salvage spare parts from a dying cruiser so she didn't see them much, but they still found time to show her love and affection from time to time. At an early age she was already obsessed with tech, wondering how a pistol worked or trying even to see what daddy or mommy looked like under their masks. Unfortunately, some of her exploits even got her in heat with the admiralty board as she began to age into a young woman, having once almost crashed an environment ship into one of the Aquarian's few dreadnoughts. However, she all but cleared her name as she was sent out on her pilgrimage, coming back with salvaged get technology that would help the flotilla's environmental systems and cybernetic defenses. Unfortunately, having traveled the galaxy gave the Aquarian a new outlook, and her curiosity was peaked as she reluctantly left her home, saying goodbye to her family and friends. After she roamed through the galaxy she found herself with an offer from the citadel to join an elite group of agents needed to enact vital missions for universal security. With a rush she all too happily obliged, signing up and wondering what would be brought to her. The Aquarian is a specialist when it comes to hacking and breaking cybersecurity and also at stealth. She's deadly at close range and quiet to boot. Another useful aspect of hers is that she's rather adept at messing with enemies whether it be overloading their weapons or causing their shields to suddenly shut down. Equipment/Powers: Q'ITA is equipped with a salvaged get shotgun. She's managed to lighten it a bit and apply a combat knife to the end for very close quarters, but aside from that it's unaltered. She also has a carnies pistol that she uses when her shotgun isn't accurate enough, being equipped with a scope and heavy barrel to further her effective range and damage. Weaknesses: If her exomoon is breached she can be in a life-threatening situation due to her weak immune system. She isn't the strongest, unfortunately. Hates the sound of a barking Warren. DragonjajRole: Prestore: OV Name: Tirana Footrace: Dracoion (A non citadel race from the travels that only recently discovered mass relays (recently as in 20000 years age) they show sap rising ability to adapt to new thing sometimes faster than humans or sovereigns, this is unit do to the fact they live longer life spans then ether Rogers or SSRI. The they do sometimes come to counsel space they don't maintain an em bays for the simple fact the feel they don't need to nor should thy need to bother other race with there on problems. The the do may main friendly tread tribes with any race possible. The resemble bipedal dragons from earths myths leading to the earth NIC name dragon folk witch after finding out its mining the race took it as a complaint stating It's nice to be compared to a powerful and strung creature of legend. Common file traits are tough sails on there skin, horns, tails, wings, 2–7 eyes, forked tongue, or frog tongue. Tusks, prehensile tail, tail blades or spines. Skin tones range from due gray to gliding gold and pick black, the wide range of collorsmakes some scale patrons vary intriguing for Reno biologist. Other interesting trait is that have the ability to consume anything without fear of negative reaction. The there are many theories the redone is not known. A simpler history is how there race can reproduce with any other race even SSRI. This extreme capability is embraced by there race stating that the new blood strangers them all. Surprising there compatibility even extends to Kroger resulting in what they them selves call Drakrogen blood. Witch have the distinct Kroger head plate, other CROS race markers are solarion hipper active speech, SSRI head tendrils and biotic ability, elk or voice and busier bodies, Turin jaw striker, hangar tentacles, drew perfect members, human hair and eyes and roomers of porch or Qur'an traits as well the this is UN confirmed. Battalion xenophobia has prevented ant breading temps if anywhere made at all. Average size for the race is around 12 to 13 foot with talent recorded being the 20-foot tall hero of there home word DRA Conroe that unified there race. Sex: Female Attire: White arm and lag cards, red wait and pants, and black gloves, should a boots. Also, a tack com goggle and com set. Physique: Tall with an hourglass figure Soft blue scales with white belly and juggler scales. 2 red eyes SSRI he'd tentacle traits and miners bionic power and the freely black eye thing. 2 tusks from her lower jaw, a long prehensile main and frog young. She stands an imposing 14'6" tall. Bio:Trial spent 100 years in the Draconian Millay after that she became a mere to see the stars on other races money, Her mother was an SSRI richer that came to Draining to study the culture. Needless to say that the SSRI was quite surprised how much like her father she looked and how hard an egg was to give birth too. After a few adventures she finds her self once again on omega. Other info:-weapons:m Chain Revenant-Seoul-orintion lesbian (You going to post the profile that I pmed you?) (Yeah, just waiting for everyone else.) Name: Honor Lore Race: Human Age: 27Base class: Soldier Gender: Male Personality: Honor Lore is a man who is often motivated by money, and as sold his loyalty was to the highest bidder. Honor also keeps himself in the best condition as possible, maintaining the habit of training often with his equipment. This Bounty Hunter always has a cool demeanor when calculating his every move, always playing to win or survive. He knew best when to make use of evasion, which enabled him to outlast his enemies, using every trick in the book possible to survive. Although Honor lore is thorough, instinctive, and ruthless when it came to bounty hunting, but he is well known to have a soft side for the few people he cared about in life, and having a high standard of Honor. Job: Mercenary, Bounty Hunter Description: 182 cm tall, Mullet hairstyle, 75kg, fair skin, well-built, Black hair, dark brown eyes, Scars all over his torso and back, and a single scar on his left eye. Bio: Honor Lore's real name is John Cloud, born on Earth in England. His family were part of the Alliance Military and were on course to the Citadel, until that awful day. Bounty hunter raided the ship and killed everyone on board except the young boy, John Cloud. The Bounty hunter leader, a Brogan by the name of Gore'OOM Val'and took him and raised him to hunt and kill, a weapon so innocent and deadly. In time, John Cloud forgot his real name and adopted a new name, The Bounty Hunter called Honor Lore. His first act when he finally received his armor and weapons...he killed everyone Honor called, 'a family'. Ever since then, Honor Lore has assigned himself to solo Bounty Hunting, taking down the terrible criminal scum, and the most adored and well known politics in the galaxy. However, business has gone slow and there is no news of any criminal thugs that are wanted dead or alive, so now Honor resides in citadel in the nightclubs, waiting for the right moment. Equipment/Powers: Wields an M-358 heavy pistol, the Phaeton Assault Rifle, M-11 Wraith Shotgun, M-92 Mantis Sniper Rifle. He wears a Blood Dragon Armor, with scars on the armor and mask. Weakness: Carrying a lot of armed equipment, followed by the heavy Blood Dragon Armor, his speed is seriously reduced. His greed gets the best of him, should he be paid a bigger price than the employer offers, then consider him a traitor. Sweet I was hoping for a RP on Mass effect XD So now what? (Just getting some other people first, if not I'll start it up.) (One dogie, you're the boss. I hear there will be more?) (um it was 3 or 4 years betaine me 1 and 2 and 3 months after the end of 2 to 3.) (Mass Effect happened in 2183, Mass Effect 2 happened in 2185, and Mass Effect 3 happens in 2186. Shepard was imprisoned for 6 months after Arrival, which happened in canon a couple of months after the collector base was destroyed.) Role: Prestore: OV Name: Tirana Footrace: Dracoion (A non citadel race from the travels that only recently discovered mass relays (recently as in 20000 years age) they show sap rising ability to adapt to new thing sometimes faster than humans or sovereigns, this is unit do to the fact they live longer life spans then ether Rogers or SSRI. The they do sometimes come to counsel space they don't maintain an em bays for the simple fact the feel they don't need to nor should thy need to bother other race with there on problems. The the do may main friendly tread tribes with any race possible. The resemble bipedal dragons from earths myths leading to the earth NIC name dragon folk witch after finding out its mining the race took it as a complaint stating It's nice to be compared to a powerful and strung creature of legend. Common file traits are tough sails on there skin, horns, tails, wings, 2–7 eyes, forked tongue, or frog tongue. Tusks, prehensile tail, tail blades or spines. Skin tones range from due gray to gliding gold and pick black, the wide range of collorsmakes some scale patrons vary intriguing for Reno biologist. Other interesting trait is that have the ability to consume anything without fear of negative reaction. The there are many theories the redone is not known. A simpler history is how there race can reproduce with any other race even SSRI. This extreme capability is embraced by there race stating that the new blood strangers them all. Surprising there compatibility even extends to Kroger resulting in what they them selves call Drakrogen blood. Witch have the distinct Kroger head plate, other CROS race markers are solarion hipper active speech, SSRI head tendrils and biotic ability, elk or voice and busier bodies, Turin jaw striker, hangar tentacles, drew perfect members, human hair and eyes and roomers of porch or Qur'an traits as well the this is UN confirmed. Battalion xenophobia has prevented ant breading temps if anywhere made at all. Average size for the race is around 12 to 13 foot with talent recorded being the 20-foot tall hero of there home word DRA Conroe that unified there race. Sex: Female Attire: White arm and lag cards, red wait and pants, and black gloves, should a boots. Also, a tack com goggle and com set. Physique: Tall with an hourglass figure Soft blue scales with white belly and juggler scales. 2 red eyes SSRI he'd tentacle traits and miners bionic power and the freely black eye thing. 2 tusks from her lower jaw, a long prehensile main and frog young. She stands an imposing 14'6" tall. Bio:Trial spent 100 years in the Draconian Millay after that she became a mere to see the stars on other races money, Her mother was an SSRI richer that came to Draining to study the culture. Needless to say that the SSRI was quite surprised how much like her father she looked and how hard an egg was to give birth too. After a few adventures she finds her self once again on omega. Other info:-Class: Solder-Abilities: Biotic Breath A powerful blast of biotic energy from her mouth (Vary High recharge time, similar to census shot and carnage only it's an AOE line the way she's facing).-Abilities: Warp AMOE-Abilities: Singularity grade-weapons:melee: claws heavy melee: Tail slam Chain Revenant-Seoul-orintion lesbian-Weekness: Large size cannot use small/low cover (i.e. if a human croche behind it, she can't, she needs full walls or large shipping crates) Easy target do to size. (Hey let's, maybe you should add weaknesses to the bios like I did to mine?) (Right.) (*is fired up to get it started* >;3) Demon and dragon, you not need to add at least two weaknesses to your characters.) I have added weaknesses. (I added it to mine as well as listed the 3 ability and added how she does melee as fore weakness I'm an Atlas almost I can't use low cove rim a target) (Oh, and dragon....please....PLEASE spell check.) (Oh, and dragon....please....PLEASE spell check.) We going to start or what?) (Yea same here I hope we start soon) (Afternoon today I'll start it up.) We start now?! (the tanks ready lol) *Is jumping up and down in excitement.* (The starting area is set in the purgatory, about an hour before the Cerberus invasion.) The Purgatory was filled with the echoes of music, the dark, rhythmic beats filling there ears and souls of any that entered its vibrant atmosphere. With news of the reaper invasion fresh in everybody minds, it was almost surprising that many on the Citadel still chose to dance, drink, and do whatever is necessary to forget the troubles of life. The dance floor was particularly crazy tonight, as news of the genophore being cured sparked mixed feelings of happiness, fear, and general uneasiness in the Citadel, though it was nothing a strong drink couldn't wash away. A lone Bounty Hunter, wearing a Blood Dragon Armor, sat quietly by him, with a cool refreshing drink on the table. Inside the mask, his eyes were closed. Honor Lore, was focusing on the surrounding news of events that have spread like wildfire. "Genophore is being cured....and more news of the Reaper Invasion...." Hondor Lore thought deep within his subconscious mind. The Bounty Hunter smirked inside his mask and leaned forward, his eyes opened. "As long as someone pays me well, I couldn't care less..." A Aquarian would be sitting down near the lower bar, fiddling with her OFNI tool. Her shotgun laid on her lap to better show her competence to any attempts at her. She hummed to herself, enjoying the solitude and thump of the music, but the new of the reapers had made her on edge a bit more than usual. By an are full of solders in a corner sat Tirana taking up a whole booth corner seat her self. She was drinking happily at the news of the war most people don't know this, but her race was around during the brothers rain tho they were too primitive to be noticed by the reapers then. Her race was prepared for this coming war legends told the great machines returned, and it was there relies be leaf to train and fight to be ready for there return. There fleet is ready on her home world she was even offered a reinstatement to join her peoples ranks. But She decided to stay as a vanguard in the fight and relay any info she can to her home world to help with the fleets armormanets and upgrade. She even told them that the humans are rumored to be setting up an end game move and asked them to at lest send a battleship to help them if it's true. From her world came 2 capitol class ships from her world the there names translate to heaves sword and iron jaw both are cannon heavy battleships on the size of the sure's destiny action. Tirana was her self celebrating the victory on chunk a Kroger she knew told her that a reaper died there as the genocide was cured. She counted this as a great thing and told here people that thresermaws or the mas vie fandoms and save armor backs both rule in size the thresher maws and native to there world could with some cybernetic in plats be used as ground weapons. The Royal family back home was happy to hear this and gave her dub ale a week, pay witch she now was drinking away as she waited to be haired on to help in the fight somewhere, and flirted with any girl she saw. "To every solder mere and cut throw bastard in the bar fighting the reapers next rounds on me! Death to the Reaper, victory to the galaxy! And may the goddess of Victory Death and Fate keep you forever in their good graces!" she shouted her voice being heard through the bar over the music. Honor Lore quickly scanned the area, By field range of vision he saw a female Aquarian, and a dragon humanoid. He quickly heard one of them shouting a free round of drinks, as Honor ordered another." Judging these two females, the Aquarian looks worried over the situation of the reapers... That is not surprising, she must still be green?" The Bounty Hunter thought to himself, as he then turned his head to the other female. "As for this female... Religious beliefs will not help..." Q'ITA looked around, her attention falling upon the Tirana as her boisterous voice boomed over the music. She chuckled to herself, ordering a drink as well before going back to her OFNI tool. She was working on some less than legal hacking software that she was hoping would give her wallet a few more credits. Tirana stood up and walked to the dance floor after finishing her drink. Standing 14 foot 6 inches she was more than bubble the size of every one in the room and her tail was a little freaky landing a pat on the ass of several girl including a Quran girl she passed. Q'ITA watched as the large Draconian woman got up and walked over to the dance floor. She shifted slightly, displaying her shotgun a bit better before going back to her monitor, typing away until she let out a slight EEP, feeling something pat her backside rather lewdly. She looked at Tirana and narrowed her eyes but not saying anything, deciding it best to be quiet. (lol member no weapons on the citadel in ME3 so no shot for you ;p)Tirana started dancing not to far from Q'ITA her tail just in reach of the Quran girls ass. (Silence! Your logic means nothing!) Q'ITA grunted, her backsides being poked again by that tail. She sighed and eventually got up, turning away from the dance floor and walking away so she could be less pestered by the large woman. She smiled and started to fallow her. Tirana always loved trains. ((I'm sorry looking forward to this and missed it because I'm sick ill see where I can jump in at)) (I haven't made the first plot post yet, just jump in somewhere in the club.) (lol it's a bar and I had given every one a free round and I'm now tail chasing a Quran girl) (Sorry for flooding) Olivia was having her drink, she normally didn't drink alcoholic beverages, but this one was free so she couldn't complain too much. Watching the Draconian tag just about every girl in the area she was damn glad she looked like a Guy. She doesn't pay a lot of attention to the news. The when Q'ITA got up I motion for her to take a seat next to me. Q'ITA notices Olivia motioning for her to come over. She nervously kneads her hands before coming over, sitting down next to her. She didn't speak, just stared at Olivia expectantly...she wasn't very good with talking to others. Tirana takes up a place dancing where's he could see the Quran "Names Olivia, and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind keeping me company for a few this is first time in almost a month that I got out of the workshop and I wouldn't mind a bit of company if you don't mind" I say swirling my half empty drink Q'ITA stirs slightly in her seat as she listens to Olivia speak. "Um... I-I'm Q'ITA, and I guess I wouldn't mind." She said, kneading her hands again. "Why so nervous? Is because I look like a man? Let me reassure you I don't bite" I say with a friendly smile. "Hear anything interesting lately?" "The music is alive tonight..." Honor smirked within his mask, gently resting his head on the couch as the club is alive with all the news. He looked over to the female Draconian and Aquarian, and shocked his head. "Typical..." "O-Oh no, I'm just not very good with talking to others... I'm more of a solo woman." Q'ITA say, shifting in her seat nervously. I shrug. "I know what you mean I spend most of my time alone doing my work. Guess if your uncomfortable you can find another seat if you want I won't stop you." I say before drinking the rest of my beer "I'm definitely better company than the Draconian that kept patting your bum though." I say with a smile. "Well, I don't want to be rude... I just don't know what to talk about, he." She says, looking at the Draconian woman who seemed to be constantly moving to keep an eye on her. "I'm beginning to worry at her eyes, they seem drawn to me." Honor got up and made his way to the Aquarian, hoping to get along with the others. "I hope you don't mind me joining in the conversation, but just watch yourself with the Draconian girl. I have seen her kind before, so keep your guard up." The bounty Hunter warned the Aquarian as friendly advice to her. "They are known for....eating other species." Q'ITA shifted uncomfortably as another person walked over, joining their conversation. "N-No, I don't mind." She tried to act friendly, but only served in making herself seem all the more awkward and ill socialized. "They.they what?" She asked, looking over at the Draconian who seemed to be staring at her with a slight hunger in her eyes now.(Sheesh, where's lets?) "So far I have only met females of this Draconian race, and trust me they are dangerous." Honor spoke, leaning on a table. "As I say again, they are known to eat other species. So having one as an allay is a must. I remember facing a Draconian with a price on her head... Best hunt in years." The Bounty Hunter told the Aquarian, slowly looking at her. "By the way, names Honor Lore. I am a Bounty Hunter looking to be hired, if you got someone who needs dead, give me a ring." Q'ITA listened to the man as he spoke, her silence being fairly dominant in the encounter. "I'm Q'ITA, it's nice to meet you Honor." She said, her glowing eyes looking at him, darting away slightly as he looked back at her. Honor couldn't help but stare at the Q'ITA's eyes. The glow from the mask made it look, beautiful. "You have...such lovely eyes." The bounty Hunter complimented her, shaking his head to snap out of it. Olivia stiffened when he said he was a bounty hunter but relaxed after a few, watching him carefully "get any decent jobs lately?" She says with a bit of a smile "A few, not much now with all this news going around." Honor replied to Olivia's question, looking at civilians still talking about the reapers. Tirana seeing the group form at the table took it as an in and walked over. "Hay room for one more?" Said Tirana as she pulled up a seat. "I'm Tirana, mere by trade. How you all doing." Her tail loped around Q'ITA waist and the tip rubbed the Ruins slim belly. Q'ITA blushed slightly beneath her mask, not used to such complements. "O-Oh...thank you... I don't get complements much." She said, smiling slightly beneath her mask. She was content with letting the other two talk to each other, letting the day simply tick by. Her calm was rather suddenly interrupted by the large Draconian woman who walked over. She stayed quiet but grunted as she felt that tail wrap around her waist. She sighed, pushing at it for it to go away. "I overheard you mention my kind and or eating habits..." Tirana giggled a little as her tail tip seemed to wrasse with Q'ITA's hand playfully. "My kind do and have eaten other races but normal only after defeating them in battle. Also, we can eat anything even miracles." she grabbed some nuts from the red bowl and started to munch on them. "Strongest metabolism in the galaxy, I even ate a get trooper once." she grinned at Q'ITA. "Hands off my friend." I say in a growl "she has enough to worry about without her thinking your going to eat her" as I say this in my anger my control slips a little and a pair of pure white cat ears pop up on my head. "Easy now." Honor told Olivia, placing a friendly hand on her shoulder. "Lets not start a fight here, we have enough trouble with the reapers as it is. Especially with you going to act like a fool and start a fight." "Oh no I don't fight that often ill just make life hell. I have a lot of friends in the technical community." Was all I say before realizing my ears were showing with an EEP I plant my hands on them and try to calm down "Who said I want to eat her? My mother was an SSRI. Any time a Draconian and SSRI mate it's a 50% chance to be Draconian at birth. This is due to The Draconian abiltymate with any race like SSRI can only in our case it's always a die roll. Any birth has a 50% chance to be Draconian or the other mates race. So if Kroger and Draconian have a child it will have a 50/50 chance to be one or the other but the resulting birth and any of their children still was effected by genocide. So with the Kroger cured 15.2% of Draconian's also benefited from it." Tirana explained She then smiled at the Quran girl. "Being I'm half SSRI I can do that black eye mind sex thing to have children witch is allot more fun with girls. Also, I have a thing for Trains." She loans in on Q'ITA and winks Q'ITA gulps slightly as she hears the Draconian woman seemingly brag about her Irish accomplishments, and the fact that she was leaning in made her all the more nervous. She grunted, practically trying to shove the tail away and off her waist. "Um...could you possibly remove your tail?" (Good group interaction, interesting. The Cerberus invasion will happen in a couple more posts.) (um my last post had nothing to do with more except say she don't want to eat the Q'ITA it was talking about sex) (I know, I didn't see the next page of replies, so I was replying to the post before, dragon.) (No but my girl hasn't gotten out of the workshop in a month and the way you were bragging about what you have been eating it was easily misunderstood by her) (Um....bump?) (This flat lined fast) T_T (I'll just start up the invasion.) The sound of gun shots could be heard over the music as Cerberus troops appeared everywhere. They began to gun down everyone they could see as a hail of fire went out across the club. There were at least twenty troopers firing at the crowds, while standing behind them was a black and yellow armored man wearing a death mask." Alright soldiers, take out everyone here, we each have to do are part to get the job done." The man said as he pulled a Paladin from his holster, gunning down a nearby Atari woman with ferocious. "Make the Illusive Man proud." Tirana ripped the table up out of its mounting and held it as a shield "Cerberus dogs!" Olivia growled "why now why when I don't have my stuff" she growls taking cover behind the table Q'ITA gasps as she suddenly hears gunfire erupting into the heavy beats of afterlife. She ducked behind the table, the shouts pinging and thumping against the table's surface. "Keel ah, why here, where's C sec for crying out loud?!" She asked, peeking out and sending an incineration blast sailing towards one of the troops closest. Olivia smiles shifting to form three (her were kitty form) then she grins showing off all her new fangs then grabbed her handgun and took a pot shot at the Guy Q'ITA is launching the fire blast at. The Cerberus trooper collapsed from the force of Q'ITA and Olivia's attacks. However, this attack brought the troopers' attention to the group, and the began to open fire on their position. Meanwhile, the black and yellow officer continued to kill the inhabitants of the club, pulling a Mattock off his back before decimating a group of dancers. The man killed them with ruthless precision, before stopping in place as he heard orders from his earpiece. "We can't do crap here, we need to get to a better position!" Q'ITA shouted, swearing under her breath before sending another incendiary blast forth, the orb seeking out towards the officer by accident. "You think they are good for anything?" Tirana shouted She stood up and used her biotic breath firing a beam of warp energy in a line strait at the center of the group of troopers before docking back down. "I so need a gun..... I'm not a biotic...." Tirana's attack was pretty effective against the Cerberus troops, killing the soldier in front and wounding two others. This did not stop the advance of the troops, who had begun to send out centurions towards the group in hopes to flush them out. The officer was caught by surprise when he was hit by Q'ITA's blast, and as his shields were down it seared his armor quite a bit. "Is that so bitch, how about we play fire with fire." The officer said as he threw an incendiary grenade at the group before returning his attention to his orders, decimate the club, so no enemies could hold here. He pulled an explosive from his back and placed it at the center of the dance floor before turning to his men, noting there sacrifice with a frown. "Hold the line men, and may god have mercy on your souls." The officer said as he exited the club. Gunshots could be heard outside, signifying that the officer had either killed more survivors or met resistance. "Cover me!" Tirana grabbed a pies of bar stools and hoped the table throwing one stool at a Centurion and using the other as a club as she charged forward. She smashed the stool on another centurions and living it stuck in him, she then went charging in words the bomb in a way that would make a Kroger proud or jells. She ran words the bomb smacking away troopers with her claws smashing them with her strikes. As she reached the bomb she did the only thing she could think of she bit in to it biting it in half like a switch. (only way I could think to disarm it, and it fits) Q'ITA gasped as she saw the incendiary grenade roll before them. Acting out of instinct she quickly grabbed the explosive and went to throw it away in a safe area away from them. As she threw it however, the explosive went off earlier than she had predicted, the shock wave sending her to the ground with her shields down. At first, she thought all was well, that was until she noticed an alarm going off on her visor. Dread poured through her as she saw that she had a rip on the right thigh of her suit. Swearing beneath her breath she quickly sealed off the rest of the suit, but she could tell that the exposed skin beneath the rip had been burnt...and it burnt freshly still. Cerberus troopers put there attention to Tirana, as he attacks brought there direct attention to them. Various men where thrown aside by her attacks, either dying directly or being seriously wounded. As Tirana bit through the "bomb", something unexpected happened, that being nothing. The "bomb" fell to the ground as if it was never supposed to explode, though the destruction caused odd lights to power up on the Cerberus trooper's armor. The continued to fire upon the group, though their attacks seemed more reckless, almost as if their job was to distant the group from leaving the club. Tirana grabbed a gun from a Centuries (I think they carried mattocks) body and tossed a pair of nearby honest (what adult troopers carry) to the others. She started shooting at the Berbers forces stills tending in the open Q'ITA groaned as her thigh burnt with searing pain, but she tried to shrug it off, grabbing one of the SMG's thrown her way and trying to land fire on some of the soldiers. She noticed some strange behavior as the bomb was destroyed. "Hey, I don't think they're trying to defend, they look like they're trying to keep us here!" She shouted, sending a few shots at a nearby centurion as his shields went down. (I'm going to wait a bit for Bauer and Demon, if they don't post by tonight I'll keep going.) Olivia smiled she grabbed the SMG and used it to drop the nearest soldiers shield then she ran towards him Amanda jumped passing through the armor and takes over the electrical systems then overloads the power system electrocuting the soldier inside. The left from his body even as it fell scooping his weapon up and opening fire on a centurion as she dived for cover. The soldiers numbers dropped as they seemed to give up on the battle, kneeling to the floor with their guns set down. It was at this time that the group would notice a high-pitched ringing come form not one, but all the troops. This was the tell-tale sign of a nearing detonation, giving the group a warning to get out as quickly as possible. The door was still open from the officer's earlier leave, giving the group an easy exit if they could move fast. Q'ITA gasped as she heard the ringing and began to run towards the exit. "Get out of here now, everyone out!" She shouted, running with a bad limp in her step as she reloaded the SMG. Tirana grabbed Q'ITA up with one hand" I say ETS get the hell out here." and started running for the door stomping a trooper in her path. (General idea of what Olivia looks like just make the hair longer in the back ... n_50_8.JPG) Honor was firing at the Cerberus, using all the tricks in the book to stay alive. "There are too many, we have to go. Now!!" (Sorry for late response got in car wreck and cell got ejected into traffic, so I got a new iPhone)Olivia grabs Q'ITA and slings her over her shoulder and runs at honor at the last second she ducks and scoops Honor up onto my other shoulder and makes a beeline for the nearest wall fully intending to run through it. (O.o....wow....never knew Olivia can carry a heavy armored Bounty Hunter on her shoulder XD) (Just wait till you get into bed with her ^.^) (Voodoo >;3)Honor blinked as he was being carried over by Olivia's shoulder and shrugged, as he continued to fire at the troopers. As they reached the wall I grunt as we reach the wall it was like hitting molasses as it tugged at their bodies, but they passed through. Once we were through I promptly collapsed once we were through the wall with a gasp. "Damn never did that with passengers before definitely gotta practice that." I say laying on the floor The group made it out of the club just in time, as the doors sealed behind them. It was most likely the doing of the Cerberus officer as a last fail-safe, but the effects were noted as an ear shattering explosion came from the club. Once the shock wave had finished, the group would notice that there were many dead people surrounding the area, with precision shots hitting them in vital areas. Among them were various C-sec officers that had tried and failed to stop the Cerberus officer, though there wounds were much less precise. "When I get my hands on the Cerberus officer in charge..." Honor growled, furious as to what has happened. "HE is on the top of my bounty list..." (Lets I'm guessing you didn't expect me to run everyone through the wall"Give me ten minutes with an unshielded computer and I can probably give you a name and a face." I say sitting there rubbing my head. (I've grown to expect everything from everyone on Era's.) (Come to my attention that dragon already grabbed Q'ITA, so I just grabbed Honor) Tirana was holding Q'ITA, close to her as they got to safety. "Hay little Quran how's your age?" Tirana asked as she sets her down gently and started to get out some medal from a wall dispenser. (Wow must be a hell of a rowdy bar if they got a medical dispenser right outside) (there is 2 really if you look careful one near elevator the the by the bars' door) Q'ITA groaned as she was set down, her weight being put back onto the sore leg. "Ninth, Keel, I'd be lying if I said I'm fine." She said, a myriad of profane Aquarian words coming to mind, but she kept them to herself. The burn wasn't serious, thankfully the fire had also somewhat cauterized the wound as well, limiting infection to a degree. If left unattended it would more than likely lead to her death. "Hang on little one this medal will help you feel better. But we can't stay here long there are more of them Think you can run? Or you want to ride on my back?" Tirana for all her size and fire less was quite adept at treating wounds and gentle. Q'ITA let out a very audible sigh as she felt the medical applied to her burning thigh. The substance covered the wound and helped with some healing, but she would need to repair her suit and treat for possible infections in her thigh, or risk losing her leg. "N-No, I'm fine, I can walk, just not run very fast." She said, leaning more weight onto her right let experimentally, finding that she could bare the mild pain now. "No way, you can't doge a fire like that." She turned around kneaded down "Clime on. Besides my skin is harder than a Rogers and your very light." A car, presumably the one the C-Sec officers had used was nearby the group, giving them a way to escape. They would need to make it to the docking bay, which would be quite dangerous at the moment by direct access. The group could take their chances, or head over to the commons to find if there was any resistance. Honor concentrated on pinpointing the leader of the Cerberus attack on his OFNI-tool. "He is close to the Hangar Bay, we have to move quickly!" Q'ITA continued to object, but the pain in her leg proved to be a bit too much. "Sharif, f-fine, but this never happened, alright?" She asked, hopping onto the draconian woman's back. Tirana giggled as she felt the Q'ITAs breasts press on her back "I Mount tell a soul it's Our little secret." Tirana's tail pres to Q'ITA's ass and wraps around her and Tirana to hold her tight. "Alright you lead the way I'm new to this station." I say to Honor with a grin that showed all her very sharp looking teeth. The car waited for the group to enter, as they could track down the officer if they could move quickly enough. Meanwhile... The Cerberus officer exited his car, walking past a group of centurions to a familiar man, one carrying a sword of sorts. "Long, I did what I had to do. What reason did you have to sacrifice all of those men, my men!" The officer said angrily, having been uninformed until the last moment about his men's fate." You sound like one of those damned Atari's Kane, the fewer witnesses that remain on the station, the easier it will be to clean up the place." Kai Long said with a lack of interest, watching his sword with a murderous look. "They were just husks anyway, worthless, weak willed pawns for our use in whatever way we find necessary." Tirana looked at the car" don't think ill fit...." Q'ITA grunted as she suddenly hopped down from Tirana's back, letting out a growl of pain as her right leg lanced with fire. "Well then, me and the others will just have to pursue them ourselves, sorry Tirana." She said, getting into the car with a bit of trouble and reloading her SMG. (Maybe, just a suggestion, she could jump on the back.) (I was about to do that. Lol)"OH no your nor leaving me out of the fight!" She jumped on the back of the sky car. (This would be a sight to see) (I ain't paying THAT repair bill) (lol hay not my wall they don't make sky cars in her size) (I'll post later today if Demon hasn't by that time.) As everyone entered the car, it set out with a burst towards the docking bay. The car had a smooth trip until about half way there, when a group of shuttles began to pursue them. They would have to try and disable them, or risk being shot down. Tirana turned her self around on the roof and start firing the mattock at the shuttles (I was waiting for others to post, but enough time has passed.) The Cerberus shuttle were hot in pursuit of the group's vehicle, with there being five of them directly in pursuit. Tirana's attack hit one of the shuttle's drivers with vicious precision, his death causing the shuttle to swerve right into another shuttle with explosive results. The group was nearing there destination, though they would need to hold off Cerberus for a bit longer. Q'ITA began tapping a few codes on her OFNI tool before suddenly opening the hover car door and thrusting her monitor out, a series of incineration orbs sailing outwards and homing towards their pursuers with a total of six. She cried out though as a shock sailed up her arm, sitting back down and shutting the door. "Of, I-I won't be able to use my monitor for quite some time now." She said, her arm burning. "Well upside I see the spaceport nearby. But if my ears AR hearing right we got a gunship coming!!!" (lol the reason they never sent one after Shepard) Wow...this didn't even try and survive))) (I did) (I waited to see if the others would post, but I'm still interested in keeping this going.) The flame orbs took out two of the remaining shuttles with a fiery explosion, though the last remaining shuttle remained diligent in following the group. A trooper opened up the door on the side and began firing at the group his Mattock, aiming to take out the group with precision. The group would not be hard-pressed to land with the shuttle following them, this would need direct intervention. (You might already know who I am, but I have over 30 characters that are ME based that are rolling in. You may call me Tact or TSI.)

The Cost of Survival_ Mass Effect RP|rating:3.0

Shadow War [Cult of Donjon]

Shadow War Hide Characters: Fiddler Article Harvest man People seem drawn to Vale, like moths to a flame. The inescapable attraction, the knowledge that it can't be good, but desire, one of a thousand kinds, brings them here. You wouldn't think it- on the surface it's a perfectly normal city, where people go by their business in daylight, laughing and talking like they hadn't any care in the world. The only thing that might give them away is the little flicker in the corner of their eye. Watching, always watching. In Vale, you have to watch. There's no other way. And yet people keep coming. Perhaps their head is occupied with fanciful visions of a city of wonders, perhaps their dreams are of a darker sort, filled with the glitter of gold and the shine of steel. Or perhaps they come to Vale because they are seeking something: the answer to a fiendish riddle, the cure to a terrible ailment, the key to something they need unlocked. You can get anything in Vale, the stories say, and the stories would be right. Vale does have a governor, faithfully elected year after year, mostly because he's smart enough to not try and mess with the real leaders of the city. In the more typical matters of the city, he's fairly competent, and does a decent enough job keeping the city running smoothly that no one feels he needs to be replaced. The police force is a pack of brutes that are under no one's command, except ostensibly Vale's governor. They take what they want in the name of protecting the city. In some ways, they're worse than the mafias. And at last we come to the mafias. They're where the heart of the city is, after all, it's past and its future. There are three main ones in the city at the moment, though there have been many more before. The name depends on who you ask, but everyone knows who you're talking about regardless. There are the Associates: enforcement and brute force, mercenaries and soldiers by nature but not to be underestimated on the political battlefield. In order to get inducted into the Associates, you must give up your previous life entirely, and you must prove this by killing in cold blood the person who was most precious to you. There's the Cartel: smugglers and thieves and backstabbers. They supply most of this continent with the drugs that they cook up or import, but in the process, most of them get caught up in the cloth of artificial happiness they're so eager to weave for others. Finally, the Guild: they do pretty much everything the others don't, and some things they do. The thing about the Guild, though, is that its members don't traffic in gold, silver, jewels. They'll take your soul, your voice, your beauty, as payment for a service, but only the lowest of the low ever touch currency. Vale isn't run from gilded palaces, elegant manors, even crumbling for. It's run from shadowed alleyways, abandoned warehouses, crowded docks. It's shaped by deals made from behind locked doors and its inner workings are hidden behind thousands of layers of secrecy and intrigue. Vale is a city of masks, and if you're to live long there, you'll have to learn to wear one yourself. The Spider There are creatures who is a think and creatures who feel. Fiddler is a creature who knows. Fiddler knows it is time to breed. Time to nest, time to build. Time to hunt the prey for young to feed on, to grow in. Fiddler needs a safe place. Safe places are best in dark near the light. Light draws food, and dark keeps Fiddler safe. A dry place, for egg sacs to grow fat and rustle with new brood. But others come to feed near the light. So a place with no others - or others weak enough to kill and eat. This place - this Vale - is full of life. A good place to eat and grow, with many dark corners to hide. But the others are plentiful. Hide and grow, then strike and eat. Find a better place, grow more brood. Spin, spin, spin. A warehouse near the docks - a place where many drunken sailors go, the poor and the ignored. A sewer, or a belfry - a loft or unused attic. A place no-one goes, right in the middle of where everyone is. Everyone that no-one would miss. Spoiler Hide Step one is to find a hole to hide in. Step two will be to begin recruitment. Step three will be to find prey - weak prey with better hunting grounds. Spoiler: Chapter 1 - Finding a Nest Hide Fiddler's using Scent, Survival, and stealth to prowl about the likelier areas in tiny spider form. He's a spider, and he's using instinct to locate a likely nest as much as planning. He'll use Camouflage if the area's particularly crowded, and have his companion stay hidden (she's not as sneaky as he is). I'll make a few scouting runs: Dockside warehouses: Hide: (1d20+36)[53], +10 for camouflage. Move Silently: (1d20+20)[35] Survival: (1d20+12)[16] Shanty town (slum loft or basement): Hide: (1d20+36)[41], +10 for camouflage. Move Silently: (1d20+20)[35] Survival: (1d20+12)[19] Junkyards, sewers, etc.: Hide: (1d20+36)[48], +10 for camouflage. Move Silently: (1d20+20)[28] Survival: (1d20+12)[19] Spoiler: Chapter 1: Feeling the Web Hide Realized I should throw in some Spot and Listen checks to overhear what I can about the local setup. I'll be down to do some Tracking (I have said feat) if I hear of or observe anyone of particular interest. Worth mentioning I have dark vision 60 ft. and Tremor sense, so I know when to skitter and scurry. Listen: (1d20+18)[36] Spot: (1d20+12)[16] Listen: (1d20+18)[38] Spot: (1d20+12)[24] Listen: (1d20+18)[36] Spot: (1d20+12)[26] Spoiler: Chapter 1 Hide The city is vaguely divided into four wards: the market and trade district, by the river; the upper-class residential district; the slums, which are the largest part of the city by far; and the administrative and scholastic ward, which is the smallest and not really a district at all, just a cluster of establishments that don't fit into the categories. By the docks, you can easily find a few empty warehouses. Cargo is constantly being loaded and unloaded, as Vale is quite a center of trade. However, a not insignificant portion of the warehouses are operated by the Cartel, and they wouldn't take kindly to a stranger muscling in on their territory. Still, you'll have to do it sooner or later. But yes, finding an empty space isn't an issue, it's staying hidden there that's the problem. Slums? Take your pick. The majority of the city's population resides in the gutter. The slums have intricate networks of contacts and personal bonds just as much as the others do, though, so you'll still have to step carefully in order to not attract the attention of the other mafias, who each have a large presence here. You'll be entirely unmolested by the city police, but I don't think that's what you're worried about at the moment. For sewers, belfries, and so on, I'll assume you're referring to a place in the residential or administrative sections of the town. It'll be a bit harder to go unnoticed here, but you can find a place from which to overlook everything that goes on in your web. The other mafias have little to no presence here, although the Guild, as a more high-class establishment, has a bit more than the others. The police will be nosing around much more, though you will have much more chance to influence the running of the city. I'm not describing specific places at the moment, just advantages and disadvantages of the relative locations. Once you pick one, I'll give you a few spots to choose from. Sound all right to you? The Spider Too many others. With so much prey, many come to feast. Start where no one sees, but even the smallest shiver sends quivers through the web. A high place. A place without ... competition. Time for them later. Now, a quiet place, high and away. Hunting will be difficult, but no more than in a place with many eyes and ears. She can rest there, and grow the brood. Spoiler Hide We'll take a belfry with a view, thanks. I'd also like to keep an ear open for fights - territorial disputes, maybe extorted merchants, etc. Anywhere there might be an underdog who would appreciate someone making his "problems" disappear. Either a smaller gang leader who would want a rival or foe assassinated, or a normal merchant behind on loans who would appreciate the in-house protection and provide a good secondary staging ground in return. Fiddler's web hums as each gnawing conflict beneath the deceptively calm surface of the district reveals itself to him. Everyone who's in Vale has a reason to be there, everyone has their own personal battles, and the wealthy are no different. Perhaps more so. There is a woman, Life Moreau, a schoolteacher addicted to the latest designer drug, called Prism. Her contact in the Cartel is threatening to sell her out, and she would do anything to avoid the fate that would await her then. There is an ambitious basilar in the police force, who feels that the process of justice and righteousness is being delayed too much, and who seeks an assassin-discreetly, of house- to aid it, starting with his immediate superior. There is a paranoid politician who believes that all three mafias and the police are out to get him. He's 3/4 right. There is a rich author who discredited the Associates in a novel and is now fleeing for his life. No sense of style, the Associates. And there are a thousand more. Spoiler Hide Honestly, describe your preferred case and you can probably find it. No shortages here. Later there'll be more important cases and stuff you have to react to, but for now I'm fine if you help set up the world as well. Spoiler Hide Oh, I was going to - I thought you wouldn't want me just stating where I set up and why! I was trying not to step on toes ... my bad! I'm going to go get some DIRTY done, baby! In my "home base," my companion will lay an egg-sac. Yep, the vermin druid knocked his own spider up. Bug values - it's not about all the weird, squishy stuff it's about for mammals - it's a breeding imperative, and about function. She's going to stay and protect the eggs while papa goes out to pay them bills. Give me a day - I'll post soon. Spoiler Hide Ah, okay. I misunderstood- my bad. Article's a warm night, but I feel deathly cold. I wander the slum alleys alone, searching for someone to bite, maybe somewhere to stay. I can't stay in Kurylenka's old home anymore - it feels wrong, and anyway the gangs might have their eye on it. Furthermore, I've got to cut myself loose from the old way of life, maybe make something of myself now. Hard to believe that less than two weeks ago an eternity of servitude to Kurylenka yawned before me. But now there is no servitude, no Kurylenka, and probably no eternity. It took me an entire two weeks to realize that simple fact. I don't age, but I can still die, and if I do die, it's for forever. This is my last shot at the world, so I have to make the most of it. No longer will I hide in the darkness. Instead, I shall reign in the shadows, make myself somebody worthwhile. But first, blood. Spoiler: Dinnertime Hide All right! Basically finished the character, and ready to play now. I figured maybe I'd start with something very concrete, just to get used to Article's character. Then I can start planning and scheming. Article looks for someone walking alone in the slums, someone looking vulnerable. Preferably when there aren't a lot of other people walking around. Due to his hat of disguise, he looks different from normal: taller than usual, with short red hair, darker skin, and dirty peasant's clothes. Disguise: (1d20+21)[35] Spot, if necessary: (1d20+3)[4] Listen, if necessary: (1d20+3)[19] He's going to ping the person with Detect Magic, concealing his casting (Conceal Casting skill trick, Sleight of Hand vs. Spot). Sleight of Hand: (1d20+14)[34] Wow. Too bad the roll's wasted on something probably not very useful. Spell craft, if there are any magical auras: (1d20+14)[26] Article waits, and eventually the street clears out, for many of the temples to various gods and powers have services at the same time. He waits longer, and eventually there's one person who was enough of an idiot to walk down alone. A young man, looking like he hasn't yet quite grown out of adolescence and still has more than enough knees and elbows to go around. A shock of brown hair covers his eyes, and although his gait is loping and awkward there's the telltale bulge of the hilt of a weapon beneath his long coat. Harvest man Another night in the Wet. This time was my fault; I'm man enough to accept it when it is. I just couldn't let sleeping dogs lie. Well should have kept up his end of the bargain-tossing me to the dogs like that, like some trick up his sleeve, reserve scapegoat-that was just too far. I couldn't let him get away with that. No chance. I have standards. I have a reputation I need to live up to. But the fact that Well, the one guy I knew I could trust-thought I could trust, I guess-turned me over to the Runners was hard to wrap my head around. It didn't track, either. Well had been on the level, straight with me: I get him the Lily, he gets me the fresh bodies. Having a taste for flesh was bad enough; having to eat it almost cold was unbearable. Ghoul-this, monster-that. I'd heard it all- but never from Well. Well fit in with people like a snail fit in with hummingbirds: living on the same scale but entirely different speeds. Well was meticulous, slow, and half-mongrel. No wonder the city shoved him into the Hallows to act as mortician and gravedigger. Too bad for Well, but stroke of blinding luck for me. He used me. He tossed me out to the Runners, the slag-head junkies that owned that racket down off the concourse. Furthermore, he turned them loose on me, arcing on my intent to purge, sell, repeat... Those bodies were mine. I traded for them right proper. No Runner slag-spawn going to take them and tell me where and when I can trade their bones. Not a chance. But they saw it differently. So another night lying low in the Wet, floating a few dozen meters from the reef. Floating on that water was as safe a place as any to lie low-no deep-fish nearby big enough to chew on me... not that they'd chew on cadaver anyhow. Slag-spawns sink when they hit the Wet, so they'd need boats to start looking for me. I'd see them coming a mile back. I can also see the night sky out here; counting, endlessly, the multitude of throbbing lights. Incandescent curtains of lights shower down onto the city, most of its inhabitants blind to the beauty of it all. Poor Well. He shouldn't have turned on me like that-we had something good going. Now I owe the News another half dozen frames, I have no supply for food, and the Slag-head Runners are on my trail. I need to find a new trench, a new market. I need a new ally. Spoiler Hide Harvest man had a deal with a pseudo-undertaker of the city: Harvest man would steal/buy/haggle for Lily, a drug, for fresh(ish) dead bodies to feed on. He would then take the nicer skeletons to a small gang of Necromancers to use for whatever purposes; organs he didn't eat would be traded to other flesh-eaters or any witches that he happened to meet along the way. The Runners are War forged, Incarnate Contracts, Master makers, Half Golems, etc. They are a 'courier' service for some of the more underhanded companies and transactions out there. Harvest man was fingered by Well as being central to a significant export set up that the Runners had been investigating. In reality, Harvest man has nothing to do with it. And because he ghosted Well, Harvest man has no way to clear his own name. Nights are spent floating out in the bay where he can't easily be snuck up on. Article look over the boy. He doesn't register as much of a threat, but the voices in my head tell me to be careful anyway. So, considering myself warned, I lightly step over to stand in his way, and make eye contact. They tell you wonderful things can be achieved with eye contact. And they're right: eye contact is almost magical, communication at its most primal. What they don't tell you is that like all communication, eye contact can also be a type of mind-control, if you only know how to channel yourself into someone else by mesmerizing them. Spoiler: Domination Hide Make a DC 22 will save or be dominated, little blood bag. The young man's step falters, and he looks up, straight into Article's hypnotic eyes. His posture immediately relaxes and the light in his eyes goes out." Hello,"he says, as if to an old friend. CarticleTrivial. The living are so weak-willed. Telling the boy "Don't make a sound, don't move an inch, don't struggle, and don't worry. You'll be okay.", I slowly lean down to bite his neck. I relish every moment, every new pull of fresh blood - every gulp of vitae is a delicious, euphoric echo of that moment when Kurylenka Embraced me. However, I only drink for a few seconds before I step back to chop his head off with my long sword. Then I lick my lips, and magically wipe myself clean of blood. Time to begin the real hunt. Spoiler: IOC Hide He sucks on the boy for only two rounds, and then hopefully he can coup de grâce him? If the first one fails, Article goes and take another swing. And the magical cleaning is via Prestidigitation, in case that wasn't already obvious. Article spends the next few days checking out bars and old streets for people to Embrace. He's mostly interested in young adults who show potential and look particularly twisted. If you wanted, we could simultaneously role-play through several encounters with various people who fit his criteria. I figure that since with role-played conversations posts tend to be short, we could fit 5-10 different conversations in a single post without it getting too long. Does that sound reasonable or a bit much? A simpler alternative would be just if you summarized what Article learns about various people. Or something. By the way, in my posts I'm often narrating large chunks of text and taking liberties with defining what everybody else does and what the environment looks like and stuff. If I take a liberty that I shouldn't have (like maybe assuming the boy does nothing at all), correct me and I'll edit my post. Spoiler Hide Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. Sure, that's fine. I'll post a bit about a number of potential victims, then, and you can ask for more information or strike up a conversation as you wish. Article walks the streets for a number of days, beneath the rain and fog and stars, and sees not just people, but prey:Alexander, an apprentice to a small, disreputable 'Guild of Physicians and Medics' operating out of a run-down building in the slums. Cuts people up for fun, like most respected members of the guild. Supposedly involved in a Burke-and-Hare type scheme that went sour and is now on the run from the police. Still has hopes of graduating and getting paid for what he already enjoys doing. Jean, a previous member of the military who now spends most of his time in a drug-addled haze where he doesn't have to confront his own guilt from the wars. Easily provoked and often does things he regrets afterward while under the influence, which means to drown out his fears he acquires more and more illegal substances, which means he does more and more bad things, and so on. Trapped in a vicious cycle that can pretty much only end with his death. Vivienne, a young woman working as a dancer in various pubs and less savory establishments. Owes massive debts to various moneylenders, sold her voice to the Guild to help pay them off, but they're still looming. Her best chance is to find a rich man who would take her on as a wife or at least a mistress, but she has refused repeatedly despite several offers. Malik is a member of the Cartel who made a bet with one of his higher-ups, one that he knew he couldn't fulfill but didn't expect to have to, as he cheated. Unfortunately, the other guy cheated better, and Malik has to pay up or the Cartel is threatening not to take his life, but his young daughter. They would raise her as an orphan, a child of the Cartel. In order to not lose her, Malik has to kill a captain of the police force who's been getting in the way of the Cartel's shipments upriver. Andreis happens to be that captain. He's staking his reputation and his life on this particular case, and though he knows that the Cartel doesn't care much for him, he'd never have thought they'd try and kill him. He's got plenty of people with that job already, both from within and without the police. Vale has robbed him of his once optimistic outlook, and he has had struggles with depression, though never resorted to the common solutions. He has the unusual and possibly unwise habit of patrolling alone, as usually watchmen are only ever seen in packs. Connoire, a member of the aristocratic class of Vale, who would never be seen in the slums if it weren't for an unlikely romance between her and a handsome street urchin, a love that transcends class barriers- or so Connor thinks. The street rat in question, named Davos, is playing her for her money, a fact clear to everyone except Connor. It's not the first time Davos has pulled this con, either. He plans to get another few hundred gold out of her and disappear. The Rat King, a small legend, a half-real figure whose presence lurks in the sewers. No one knows much about him, beyond graffiti scrawled in pipes or on walls, murders committed in his name. It's said that he once murdered eight men and women on one day, each corpse found as if it had been gnawed to death. No one ever found the culprit, and it slowed after then. One body found chewed on every two or three months, maybe. A drop in a bucket in a place like Vale's slums. The murders were always attributed to the Rat King. No one knew who it might be, but it gave some comfort anyway, knowing that it was local, home-grown murder. Recently though, Article has identified a few different men scrawling the Rat King's name on the walls, and once one lifted the grate and descended into the sewers when he thought no one was looking. Perhaps there's a bit more to the legend than one might have thought. Isolt, who runs a small shop by the river, selling all manner of curios and oddities as well as a few genuine magic items. She also does the occasional job for the Cartel, making sure that a few more specialized items get to their proper owners. The thing that she's really interested in, however, that all of this is merely the vessel for, is secrets. She's sold something to near everyone in the Black river district, and she holds them all in the palm of her hand. She rarely, if ever, uses any of her power, for a secret's not a secret if it's been told, but every so often she'll give it a twitch, just to make sure all the links of her chain have been made properly. The Spider He knew we couldn't make via. Knew it.It's why he least us the coin up front in the first place. Bastard. He leaned on the counter - my counter, the one I'd put together from that good piece of lumber that Frida found in port, with the lovely driftwood edge with the salt-stains still in, but like it was meant to be there. His grubby hand leaving a greasy paw-print on my counter. Like it was his. And it was. That was the worst part." See 'ere, now, Tom, I know yer workin' yer 'arrest to make this place work out. But me, I'm businessman." That stinking leer." And yer' know, business is all about investment, yeah? I put some coin down, you make it grow. It don't grow, then I ain't in business - and if I ain't in business, friend, well neither are you." This with a fat finger in my chest. I fought a sudden urge to snap at it like the hungry dog in the alley, the one that kept coming around since Frida fed it some crusts one night, just bite the damn thing off, spit it in his face. Like I wasn't three feet tall with a mouth full of rot. Like I wasn't me. Good ol' fat Tom the barkeep, friendly ol' Tom who's always ready with a beer and a grin and that pathetic, needy look I see every night reflected right back at me in Frida's face. Poor Tom, down on his luck, had to borrow from Shark to get his place started, but you know what business is like near the pier with no hard boys to hang about ... Stupid, fat Tom. I could read it in Shark's beady little eyes, and the worst part - the part that made me feel like puking my fat guts out - was I couldn't argue with him. He was right." So 'ere's what's gonna 'happen, my fat friend - yer gonna 'ave another two weeks to make a go of it. Not just doin' what you do best, which I assume is fillin' mugs and eatin' yer profits, since yer gut's so big and yer pockets so empty." Here Shark leaned down again, his bushy beard almost scratching my face. "No, my friend. Yer going to be sellin' somethin' better. And a lot of it, too, or next time I have my discussion with that little thing you keep round 'ere. Pretty little thing ... and I like 'em little." He grinned, and the stench of whatever greasy meat made the gorge rise in the back of my throat. "Little and wiggly. I bet she's a screamer, yes?" He straightened to his full height - almost seven feet of heavily muscled, thick-skinned thug. Pulling something from his pack, he tossed it on the counter - a package. Wrapped in oilskin, rectangular, bound with twine. "That's two-runner worth. Going rate is twenty a dose - you measure it with your scales, about an ounce. You want to make sure they don't take it round 'ere - nobody'll 'aisle you, but they won't be good for business. You make that two runner work, I'll consider it a stay of execution."" But me? I'm 'open' you don't. Give me an excuse to show that little girl what a man-sized pecker can do." He moved towards the door, not even bothering to look back. "I bet she screams. I do like it when they scream." The curtain over the doorway fell shut on the rainy street. It wasn't long - probably only a minute or so, though in the silence of the pounding rain it felt like forever - before Frida crept out from the backroom and I felt her arms around me."Oh, Tom!. Oh, baby." I felt a nameless thing in my throat, stuck but trying to rise. The only reason worth living, the one perfect thing in the ****hole I'd made of my life, and I was going to **** that up too -shoots feeling sorry form. I could feel the bulge in her belly in the small of his back, a tiny, warm roundness, a stirring life. The curtain pulled back again, and we both jumped. CarticleAlexander. Rotten to the teeth and mad as a Derry, just the way I like 'em. He's young, committed, impressionable, and better yet, desperate. There isn't a thing berks like him - and me - wouldn't - and haven't - done in order to further our art. And I like that. I like that a lot. Enough for me to want to make him dream the big, bloody dream. Enough for me to want him to be my very first vamp-kiss. So that's how I find myself standing in the Smiling Fiend on a cold night (not that it matters - every night's cold, when you're undead), looking like one of those dames who'd just as soon kiss you as kill you. I'd picked the disguise carefully, like it was a costume for an 8-hour play: human, about 28, hair like soot, dangerously low-cut black dress, and a general air of having softer hands than knuckles. I glance around the Fiend. You can learn a lot about a shop just by looking at it, like what its contents are. Spoiler: IOC Hide I just realized upon reading JJ's post that I haven't really been getting into the whole hard-boiled-film-noir-omnipresent-cigarette attitude that I was initially aiming for. Well, here we go now. Taking 10 on the disguise check, for a total check result of 31, counting the Hat of Disguise. Spot check: [roll0] What sort of things is the Smiling Fiend selling, how well-off does it seem to be, how many other people are in the shop, what are they like, and what are they doing? The shopkeeper smiles a bit too wide as Article enters, looking suspiciously from side to side." Most excellent to have your business today, madam. Might I inquire what your pleasure is today?" He leans uncomfortably close to Article and jerks his thumb over his shoulder." What madam is most likely looking for would be in the back. Can't put the real goods in the window, can we? That'd just be inviting trouble." He leans back, the smile reappearing on his face as if by magic." Although I can assure you we have many quality products out here, too. Only the best, only the best, or we couldn't call ourselves the Smiling Fiend." He nods sagely and steeples his fingers." So, what'll it be? Or would madam prefer to merely have a look around?" He spins a key on one long finger. Around him in the store are arrayed a variety of curios and faintly-magical objects, many of which would seem to have concealed purposes: unmarked scroll cases and books with plain paper jackets, trinkets and models of every conceivable nature-C article notes what seems to be a three-dimensional model of the overlapping planes on prominent display, which seems to be warping space ever so slightly in its vicinity-feathers, eggs, and scales from unknown creatures, phials filled with glittering dust or opaque liquids, mirrors and picture-frames which show not the views you would expect them to, stacks of lustrous jewels and coins from every known nation beneath a sign that reads, 'Exchange', and a host of other wonders. Article smile thin-lipped and wave a shiny gold coin inches in front of the shopkeeper's face, like a girl playing with a cat. "Madam would prefer to know if you've seen a half-elf. Yea tall, hair like straw, name of Alexander. Madam would also like to know where his lab is." The shop keep draws himself up indignantly, although his eyes follow the coin." Madam, if I were disposed towards revealing my customers' personal information, exactly how long do you think I would stay in business, in this part of town? Exactly. I am no more likely to say where the young sir's lab is- even if I knew-than I would be to comment on his choice of whores. My lips are sealed, madam, and no doubt you would appreciate the custom if it were you who had the location of your own sanctum being bought." Spoiler: Sense Motive DC 16 Hide He is, in fact, lying about not knowing where Alexander's lab is. Surprise! For a moment I fight irritation. Stay in character, Article. Dominate the berk, and you can be on your somber way again. I lean forward towards the shopkeeper, so close he can smell my prestidigitation perfume again, and look him straight in the eyes. "Madam would really like to know where Alexander's lab is. Wouldn't you like to tell her?" I whisper. Spoiler Hide Dominate, DC 22. The guy'd better fail the throw. "Of course,"says the shopkeeper, suddenly smiling brightly, a bit too wide and shiny." Third Manticore Street, it's in a basement under an abandoned alchemist's laboratory. Now you'd like to buy something, wouldn't you?" Even hypnotized, his base nature seems to reassert itself under the enchantment. "Maybe later." I toss the coin at the man and spin on my layered heels towards the exit. "Mention this meeting to nobody, or Madam will get cross." I say, dress flapping in the doorway like a dirty red curtain. Third Manticore Street, under the alchemist's lab. I love eye contact. Spoiler: IOC Hide Going to look for the alchemist's lab, taking a moment to renew my disguise along the way. The old lab is falling apart, but that's hardly unusual for a building on its street. As opposed to the teeming mass of people in their squalor that seems to usually fill the slums, Manticore Street is almost entirely abandoned. Perhaps that's why Alexander chose it. The laboratory specifically has boards nailed up on its windows and door, but that valiant effort would do little good to keep even a casual trespasser out. It seems like one good push might knock the whole thing down, like a fragile house of cards. Through the dusty windows, lab equipment in various stages of disuse and disrepair lie-broken glassware, twisted metal, alchemical stains over everything. The way to whatever might be sequestered under it is not evident. I fall apart into less than myself, flesh and blood giving way to spirit. I'm nothing but the voices in my head, with slow urgency drifting into the lab. Then I come back together, myself again. What is 'Myself'? A corpse grieving a dead love? An actor playing a role for an audience that never existed? No - I'm nothing but a vampire, and the world's going to bleed for me. Solid feet now touching solid ground, eyes bent towards the unknown, I search for the lab. I'm coming for you, Alexander. Spoiler: IOC Hide Trying something different here with the narration, something more like surreal prose-poetry than private-eye monologue. I haven't really been taking advantage of the role-play opportunities offered by my character (being focused more on film-noir atmosphere than the fact that my guy's an artsy-artsy angsty lonely lunatic) and want to start now. Looking for an entrance to the lab, probably under the floorboards or concealed in some piece of furniture. Taking 20 on Search, for a result of 23. Alexander hasn't gone to any pains to conceal the entrance-in some kind of twisted way, perhaps he wants people to find him out, beat him at whatever game he's playing. Or perhaps he likes visitors differently; wouldn't be entirely unexpected given his reputation. Whatever the reason, you find a metal, hatch-like trapdoor set into the floor, new and promising the gleam of ill-gotten wealth. There's not even a lock, which promises one of three things. One, the boy's crazy, not that that's a surprise. Two, he's overconfident in the placement of his secret laboratory. Or three, as you might guess already, there's an altogether more sinister reason for him to be so confident. Spoiler Hide Also trying something new, through narrating in second person. Still working on how to make it feel gritty, though. What secrets do you hide so plainly, Alexander? I'll uncover them, lay them bare before me, subjugate them to my will, and with them you. The voices in my head agree. I dissolve again and float through the door, nothingness the perfect key to any lock. Spoiler: IOC Hide I like second-person, and don't sweat the whole gritty thing. I like the game as it is. The laboratory below is as dirty as everything else on these streets. Some of the instruments are red with rust, others with dried blood. The only thing in the room not covered by the thin layer of grime is a row of knives carefully laid out, which gleam. Dusty bones and preserved organs are arranged on the shelves in a carefully-labeled display, but a few are also put to other uses: shelves of tomes with skulls as bookends, a light-globe fastened to an upright femur. It's almost as if he's putting on a show for someone. An operating table dominates the room, thankfully empty at present. Alexander himself, of course, is gone. Spoiler: IOC Hide Hey, well, I don't know if you're interested in picking this puppy back up again, but I'm game if you are. I converge into myself again, vapor transmuting into substance, and search the room. What diaries do you keep, Alexander, what items are nearest to your soul? Unfold your mysteries, or I'll pry them open like clams, grasp the pearls within, and crush them in my palm. Spoiler: IOC Hide This, I fully realize, is the kind of prose at which I'll look back in a few month's time and cringe. Oh, well. Right now it's sort of fun to write. Anyway, taking 20 on search for a 23. The yellowed books seem to be mostly dry medical texts, filled with anatomical diagrams and notes on bodily functions. One of them, however, hidden among all the rest, is lined with the faded sepia scrawl of his own writing. It is not a diary in any traditional sense, however, but appears to be a list of dates, names and the shorthand for a number of medical procedures. Among them are dissections, transplants, and graftings among more arcane notations that you cannot decipher. Curiously, however, a few seem to note chemurgy, alchemical remedies, and other beneficial practices. Moreover, the names marked as being healed do not show up again as the subjects of the more sinister operations.

Shadow War [Cult of Donjon]|rating:4.0

Caught by Daddy

Erika was a lonely girl. Sure, she was pretty, but she didn't have guys chasing her. She recently had a boyfriend, but things weren't working, so the two broke up. Sammy was 18 but even so, she was often horny like most girls her age. Often at night, when her parents were asleep, she would lay in her bed and take off her panties, rubbing herself. One day after studying for hours, Erika reached down, feeling a dampening spot on her panties. She knew both her parents were probably working late. She went down to the den and went online to her favorite porn site. Furthermore, she slid two fingers inside herself as she watched the porn of a young girl riding an older man's cock.IOC: Had to repost. Was playing it but it got dropped. If you're interested, just send me a sample PM. Erika was a lonely girl. Sure, she was pretty, but she didn't have guys chasing her. She recently had a boyfriend, but things weren't working, so the two broke up. Sammy was 18 but even so, she was often horny like most girls her age. Often at night, when her parents were asleep, she would lay in her bed and take off her panties, rubbing herself. One day after studying for hours, Erika reached down, feeling a dampening spot on her panties. She knew both her parents were probably working late. She went down to the den and went online to her favorite porn site. Furthermore, she slid two fingers inside herself as she watched the porn of a young girl riding an older man's cock.IOC: Had to repost. Was playing it but it got dropped. If you're interested, just send me a sample PM. **bump** Robert37 years old 6’2 195 pounds. Piercing brown eyes and brown hair with just a touch of gray on his side burns. He was a long distance runner in college and still enjoys a morning run before a quick workout with a selection of free weights in the basement. As a marketing and sales manager, he has to have the look and energy to sell anything and promote anything. He certainly was fairly content with marrying his high school sweetheart shortly after graduation. Although times were tough going to college and holding down a job, he at least went on scholarship. No regrets. Not to say in his office there hasn’t been a wondering eye. His wife does alright in the bedroom but has slowed on her desire to have sex nightly, it seems his desire has increased that nightly sex is not enough much anymore. He certainly has felt a strain in not wanting to lose all he has worked for but the urge is becoming stronger. It didn’t help things that he was browsing internet sites with young slut girls having sex with guys old enough to be their father. He came home unexpectedly early to clear his head and finish a presentation due Monday morning.“Erika… I am home.” He called out knowing his wife wasn’t home as her car was not in the garage. He walked to the den to get to work on his project. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked downstairs to the den. Furthermore, he took off his tie and made himself a bit more comfortable. Furthermore, he smiled at the thought of a beer once he was complete. Furthermore, he walked to the doorway and saw his daughter Erika in his chair on his computer with her hand mistakenly in her crotch area, no not just that but two fingers in and out of her pussy. No mistake about that. Initially he was taken back, but strangely this was quite arousing. As he crept closer he noticed she was viewing online porn, an older guy and younger girl. Damn just the same kind of stuff he enjoys. He was stuck between aroused, quite aroused and his fatherly duty. He cleared his throat before talking." Uh umm...umm Erika. What is this?" He said a little choked up and frazzled from being so turned on. Erika had been sitting there for a while. Often, she'd come into the den when she was home alone and get herself off. She was a pretty girl, but she had a bigger rack and bigger ass than most. And the guys that she did hook up with were only interested in her big rack. She was lost in her own world.her two fingers sliding in and out of herself. Her eyes were practically glued to the computer screen. On the particular porn she was watching, a young busty girl was riding the cock of a much older man, probably old enough to be own father." Fuck..." She muttered as she watched the porn, finger fucking herself. "Fuck him hard...show him who's boss." She muttered again. She didn't even hear her father's voice, she was too caught up on what was transpiring on the screen. He noticed she wasn’t responding so he walked closer. The bulge in his pants was getting more noticeable as was the strain from his man meat begging to be released. He got closer and could clearly see the older man that was in fairly good physical shape with the hot young girl. Both not too different from himself and his daughter. This certainly crossed his mind and made his cock ache more. Was he really thinking of Erika this way? She was certainly an attractive girl. He had worried often what guys would try to do to her when she went out. He certainly wasn’t any angel when he was her age, case in point impregnating her mother just before graduation. Erika certainly had many of her mother’s features and then maybe a couple of features to surpass her when she was her age. He was right behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.“Erika…HHH MMM we need to MMM talk.” He said with cracked voice. Furthermore, he looked her up and down with her fingers in her pussy and didn’t know if he would have the power to not do something inappropriate.“This…what you are watching.” He barely spit out with a dry throat. His bulge was as large as ever. Erika had been lost in her own world. She watched the younger girl on the screen, similar to her. Big ass, huge tits, wide hips.the girl almost looked identical to Erika except the blonde hair whereas Erika's was brown. She had two fingers slipping in and out of her and on occasion, she'd let her fingers brush against the outside of her swollen lips that were very swollen from all the touching. Erika felt a hand at her shoulder and nearly jumped when she saw it was her father. She had never been caught before. She always made sure that she had done it when no one was around. Furthermore, she quickly closed the screen as fast as she could, but she still had the two fingers buried in her woman walls." Daddy... I didn't know you were home..." She rambled a little. He turned her around in her chair and took a knee to talk to her eye level. He took a deep breath. His hands on her knees.“This is really something that we shouldn’t let your mother know.” He starts out. Out of the corner of his eye he can still see her hand her swollen pussy lips as she hadn’t covered up yet.“We all have urges Erika… I don’t want you to be embarrassed but…discreet I guess is certainly another thing.” He stammers out still looking her over and lust filling his body.“Is that something that turns you on? I mean I know you had boyfriends your own age, but that man on the screen was a bit older.” He asks with a cracked voice and both hands moved to her thighs. He can smell her scent and his bulge strains even more in his pants. Erika sat in the chair, facing her father, with two fingers still buried inside of her. She was still very wet. Her chest was rising and falling, her big breasts moving a bit in her bra, as she was still incredibly turned on by what she saw on the screen. That was her favorite porn, and she watched it as much as she could. The thought of riding an older guy was hot to her." Um, it's just that.the boys my age are so inexperienced. They drink way too much and then half the time they don't even know what they're doing. But older men are so much more experienced." She said softly, not knowing why she was telling her own father this." And that one is my favorite...seeing that girl ride that older guy." She admitted softly. He listened and instead of shock he just became more turned on as she admitted to her lust for older men. He certainly took notice her fingers were still buried in her pussy.“Well Erika… I guess I will ask if you have been with any older men. My guess is no. I am not naive that you are a virgin.” He states and moves slightly closer.“Your explanation does make sense. As crazy as it is to talk about this…an older guy is likely more experienced and may even have more stamina than a beer drinking punk that only cares about getting his nut. An experienced older guy enjoys bringing his woman to several orgasms. Deep and hard orgasms. His performance is not complete until she can’t take anymore.” He states and takes her wrists pulling her hand with her fingers out of her pussy.“I enjoy a site very similar to that one you were viewing.” He states and sniffs her fingers then licks them. They taste so good and smell so wonderful. He can barely contain himself from just taking her.“A problem with a woman sometimes that has a little age is she doesn’t want to keep with her sexual duties every night like when she was first married.” He adds with a look of hunger in his eye.“So what do you think we should do about this dilemma Erika?” He states and smiles as he looks at her pussy its wetness. She bit her lip, hearing the way her father talked. She didn't think her father would like a porn such as the one she was watched. Furthermore, she was shocked when her father licked her finger to taste her juices. Furthermore, she closed her legs, not wanting to make her father uncomfortable." Um, you like what I was watching?" She asked softly. "I mean.do you watch stuff like that too?" She asked her father." I'm not a virgin, Daddy. I've fooled around with college boys before. It's just...they're usually drunk and so inexperienced. And.older men seem to know to please a woman." She whispered, horrified that she just said this to her own father." Gosh Daddy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be saying these things to you." She said, not realizing how turned on this made her father. How turned on her father became at the sight of her. “Well Erika… I do watch that stuff and enjoy, but it is always better to experience. I am not surprised a pretty girl like you is not a virgin. Much less that you realize there is more pleasure that you can receive…and it would likely come from an older man.” He replied to his daughter and pushed her thighs apart. He leaned down and kissed each thigh right then left one on the inside.“As far as what you are saying…we can certainly come to an understanding Erika. I mean your mother doesn’t understand this type for thing or have needs and urges like we do.” He adds seductively. He then leans in and pushes his tongue inside her pussy and swirls it clockwise. Furthermore, he pumps in and out a good five strokes then pulls out.“I think after dinner you may want to give some thought to an arrangement we can share. I am sure your mother will be going to bed early from being tired working all day. I expect to be down here working on my project if you care to talk more about an arrangement.” He states and gets up from fully tasting his daughters juices and heads upstairs. A little while later his wife and her mother, Lisa, comes home with dinner. He makes sure to brush his teeth to mask the taste of his daughter from when he kisses his wife. They sit down for dinner as she calls to Erika that dinner is ready. He smirks all through dinner as hi wife asks her if anything exciting happened and other questions as he gives her a look or two throughout dinner. He runs his hand over her bare thigh a good couple of times when Lisa wasn’t looking. After dinner, he kisses his wife goodnight after sitting in the living room for an hour or two. He heads downstairs awaiting Erika. He brings up the porn site and takes out his cock for the same purpose as what he had earlier. Except he is desiring the real thing before the night is over. Erika was almost in a fog all throughout dinner. She couldn't believe her father had gotten down on his knees in the den and licked her for a couple of moments. Erika found herself becoming increasingly wet as her father touched her bare thighs during dinner. This was her own father, but she couldn't help but become excited by the thoughts she was entertaining. After dinner, and after her mother retired upstairs for the evening. Erika went downstairs to the den and began watching her father from the doorway. She smirked devilishly as she saw him watching porn and stroking himself. She decided to watch him just as he had watched her hours before. She knew they were treading dangerous territory, but she couldn't help but be excited by the whole thing. Robert was concentrating on the screen and even picked a young woman with the same hair color and style as Erika.“Oh yea take it Erika…suck daddy’s cock and then get ready to get fucked real good.” He said as he stroked his meat. It was quite taboo for him to think it much less what he had already done, but he was fully prepared to act on it. The taboo part only fueled his fire and turned him on more.“You know you want this cock. Your young cunt wants to be fucked by a real man.” He uttered.“Your cunt tasted so good much less your scent….yes oh Erika. I bet you are every bit as good as your mother if not better as a natural little slut.” He said talking dirty to the screen waiting for Erika to show up. Erika knew her father and mother didn't really have an active sex life anymore. Her mother was always busy with work and age didn't really help her mother. Her ass wasn't that big and her breasts were less than average. Erika, on the other hand, had wider hips, a good rack and an even bigger ass. Erika had every plan on seducing her father tonight, she didn't care how wrong it was. She changed into a pink and black nightie, it hugged her hips, displayed her sexy ass and displayed her big breasts. She stood in her father's doorway. "Waiting for me?" She licked her lips. She had a feeling that her father talked a good game, but she knew he'd probably want to back out. But she wouldn't let him. She would show him that she was much better than her mother. “Well… I will give you credit. I wasn’t sure how bold you would be. Furthermore, I thought I might have to continue to be the chaser instead of the chase.” He states turning around smiling.“So…come on over and let's talk about our arrangement, or we can let actions do the talking.” He states as he slips off his pants. He eyes her carefully. His cock is straining rock hard with the thought of going through with this. She is a sight of beauty. So young and so well put together…then add her desire for sex. She is a dream for a man in state of mind. Daughter or not he has a need and the taboo is not stopping him, it might be fueling his raging hard on. She smirked as she walked into the den, locking the door. She was wearing a pink and black nightie. Furthermore, she sat on the edge of the couch in the den, crossing her legs. The nightie highlighted her wide hips, her amazing rack and even more amazing ass." What exactly are we talking about?" She smirked. She wondered how far her father would go. Furthermore, she wanted to go all the way. Furthermore, she didn't much care that he was her father. Furthermore, she was a grown woman with needs...needs that only her father could help her with. He smiled as he looked her over in her pink and black nightie. She looked amazing. He couldn’t remember the last time his wife wore anything to make him so hard. Even so, he noticed his daughter had a superior body including great set of breasts much less that young incredible ass. He laughed a little.“What are we talking about? It's pretty obvious we both have specific needs.” He said and touched her knees as before.“I am in a position to give you a great gift.” He added pushing her legs apart.“It has come to my attention you desire the experience from that only an experienced older man can give you.” He states and kisses her thighs as he did before. He smiles as he looks at her chest heaving from apparent excitement.“Erika…let's not be coy…you know exactly the arrangement we both need.” He states and kisses her cleavage then kisses her lips in an fatherly fashion as a soft kiss then a tight ziplock with tongue swirling and dueling with her tongue. She smirked as her father started placing kisses all over her chest and cleavage. She knew she had a much better rack than her mother. Erika knew how wrong this was, what lines they were crossing, but she knew she had needs.her father had needs too. And she realized they could help each other with those needs. She took her father's shirt off and for a man of his age, he looked good. She moaned against his mouth, kissing him like a lover and not like her father. Furthermore, she knew this was dangerous because her mother was asleep upstairs, but she didn't care. Furthermore, she knew her father could fulfill her needs beyond her wildest dreams, and she hoped she could make him feel wanted too...something her mother obviously wasn't doing. He pulled up her nightie kissing her body like it was food to a starving barbarian. He kissed every inch he could. Furthermore, he placed her back on the couch and plunged his tongue into her pussy as he had earlier but with the intent to not just tease. Furthermore, he was going to bring to orgasm just with oral. Furthermore, he pumped in and out with his tongue swirling around and flicking her clit for several minutes. Furthermore, he held her legs down with arm on his shoulders as she thrashed. Furthermore, he smiled plenty hearing her moans of pleasure. He eventually withdrew and kissed up her legs to her breasts. Furthermore, he worked her breasts with his mouth and experienced hands as he also devoured her lovely neck.“You are so incredible Erika.” He said in a whisper but a moan of pleasure.“How bad do you want me inside of you?” I need to hear you beg. He said as his rock hard manhood was in front of her wet pussy. The tip was aching as it could feel her juices. He wasn't about to use a condom as he wanted to feel her totally. She smiled as her father went down on her for a couple of moments. She hadn't had a guy go down on her since her last boyfriend who turned out to be nothing but an inexperienced prick. Furthermore, she shoved her father onto his back so he was laying on the couch. Furthermore, she got on the couch, her body hovering over his, planing to make him beg for her beautiful, sexy body." How much do you want a real woman, Daddy?" She whispered. She knew she could bring him to the hardest orgasm of her life...she also knew she could be much better than her mother. But she wanted to hear her father beg for it “Oh so you want me to beg? I don’t care about prideful things when it comes to a young tight pussy. Please, Erika… Please mount my cock and ride it till I shoot my cum deep inside your young pussy.” He replies. He happily lies on his back waiting for her to make cum as hard as he ever has. Furthermore, he saw the look in her eyes and knows she has the sex drive that he himself has. Thank gawd. He could barely reach orgasm before her mother is done for the night much less a good number of days.“Give it to me baby. Make me cum.” He implores her. Was he really going to fuck his daughter? Absolutely and he wasn't going to stop at one shot and done. He was ready for a long session. It was turning him on more to think this was his daughter. She was actually surprised how much her father wanted this. She was waiting for him to back out, but she was glad he didn't. Furthermore, she smirked as her father was laying on his back on the couch, with his hard dick in the air." Tell your little princess what you want, Daddy." She smirked. She was going to make him beg for her sexy, young body. And she knew she was going to give him the best orgasms of his life, something her mother could never do to her father. She was going to fuck the shit out of him and show him how much better she was. He smiled at her smugness. He knew she wanted it probably as bad as he did. Furthermore, he was going to play along. Backing out was not an option for him. He was hoping that it wasn’t for her.“Oh princess…daddy wants you to mount his rock hard cock with your tight little pussy. Show daddy that you know a thing or two about fucking.” He states imploring her. Shit if he had to continue this begging he might just sit up and just take her. Any way you look at it, he was going to fuck her young tight little cunt. His cock was about rock hard as it had ever been. He was wondering if this was dangerous medically to be this rock hard…at least if he could relieve he was sure he would survive. He wasn’t looking at going upstairs waking his ice queen wife up and hoping she would comply. Furthermore, he would rape if he had to relief….damn he was hard and excited.“Daddy really needs this princess. Please baby.” He said somberly. It made her even more excited when her father called her his princess and 'baby'. She was already excited but hearing her father basically beg her to fuck him was making this even hotter for her. She was not backing out, no way in hell. Furthermore, she wanted to show her father how good she was...how much better she was. She smirked like a little devil as she slid herself down onto her father. It took her a moment or two to get adjusted to how thick he was. But once she did, he was buried inside her. She kept her hands on his chest as she began to ride her father for the very first time." Is this what you want, Daddy? You want me to show you who's the boss?" She smirked. This was so hot for her, knowing she was fucking her own father with her mother just upstairs. It was absolutely amazing how good she felt as she eased down on his man meat. He moaned in deep pleasure. Once she started to come up and down on his rock hard rod it was truly the best he had in a long while maybe ever. He stepped out a handful of times over the years but never had he experienced a young hot tight pussy like this. Even more amazing it was his daughter.“Oh damn princess you are amazing baby.” He moaned. She talked to him, and it drove him even more crazy as he lifted his hips each time she came down to pump harder and deeper inside of her. He barely thought about his wife sleeping upstairs but when the thought crossed his mind he got even more excited fucking their daughter with her in the house.“Just like that baby. I am going to cum so hard and fill your pussy full of my sperm. Yea show me you're the boss what you can do.” He moaned continuing on their perfect rhythm as she would come down, and he would pump up his hips. She liked riding him, she loved being the boss. She got even more excited when her father told her that she was the boss and that she was his little princess. Furthermore, she kept her hands down on his chest as she continued to ride her own father's dick as her mother was just sleeping upstairs. Furthermore, she was loving this because those young, inexperienced boys never let her be the boss. She rode her father a little harder, her big tits jiggling as she did. "Tell me who's boss, Daddy. Who's the boss." She smirked devilishly at him. She was riding him so fucking hard, and she loved every moment of it. She didn't even care that this was so wrong and dirty. Furthermore, she was riding him like an expert rodeo cowboy. This was just getting better as she probed her breasts with his hands while keeping their rhythm perfect. He was glad he ran every day to keep up his stamina.“Oh baby you are the boss. Damn…anything you want princess. You boss daddy.” He moans in pleasure. She was riding him harder and faster over and over. This was just mind-blowing that she was this incredible. The price he was willing pay would be to give her anything her heart desired to be his like this. He loved the thought of having this wild sex affair with his own daughter. Her young sex hungry pussy much less how her ass would feel with his rock hard meat pounding in and out of it. Erika thought it would always be hot to ride a much older guy but the fact that she was riding her own father.fuck...that was hot. She had no intention of stopping either. She began riding even faster, their body slapping together as she rode her father's fat dick. Furthermore, she slammed down on it so hard. Erika had fucked some college boys, but they had been drunk, and they never even lasted that long. She loved that her father let her be the boss. It was a huge fucking turn on for her. She slammed her body down onto her father hard, fucking his dick wildly. She didn't even care that her mother was upstairs. "Fuck. Tell me who's the boss, Daddy? Who's the boss." She muttered, fucking her father harder and harder, the couch beginning to creak from such hard fucking. Their bodies were going at a furious pace as they threatened to possibly break the couch. They had been going for several minutes before his first orgasm was on the horizon.“Oh baby princess baby girl you are they boss and only boss. You are the best there is.” He states in a moan. He works on his breathing but knows he is getting close.“Oh princess daddy is getting there. Keep going hard…you are my boss. I want to cum inside of you.” He urges her on. This was the most incredible thing he could have ever dreamed of. It wasn’t like he didn’t know he had an attractive daughter but never could he imagine wanting to fuck her so badly. Then add she is an incredible fuck with his size of sex drive." Getting closer...yes oh baby." he moans. She knew how wrong this was but her sex drive was so high right now that she didn't give a shit. God, the boys she fucked around with were so inexperienced, and they lasted all about five minutes. She groaned as her father told her that she was the boss. That was fucking hot for her. She loved hearing her father tell her that she was the boss. That only made her ride harder. She slammed her body down hard onto her father, their sweaty skin beginning to slap together as she rode his Daddy cock. She rode so hard that the couch would creak every time she slammed down on him." Fuck yes... I love being the boss...." “You are the boss princess.” He groaned as his orgasm was closer and closer. He couldn’t believe himself how long he was lasting compared to how incredible she was. This is the type of thing that makes a guy cream in his jeans thinking about it. He arched his back slightly as he closed his eyes.“Almost… Princess Boss.” He groaned as he strained. Then the dam burst, and he spasmed a as his sperm bank emptied with a major withdrawal.“OH HELL YES ERIKA.” He said a bit loud but oh fucking well, he didn’t care. He let his sperm shoot inside his daughter…his hot sexy daughter. He finally collapsed after and rolled over started kissing Erika’s shoulder then her breasts.“You were absolutely fucking amazing baby.” He commented lustfully. She smiled, knowing she made her father cum inside of her so hard. She knew it had been fucking hot for him. It was fucking hot for her too. It was so much better than all those stupid college boys she had fucked. She giggled as she lay back on the couch with her father. She couldn't believe they had just fucked like rabbits. God, it was fucking hot. She giggled again as her father began kissing her naked shoulder and cleavage." Mmm, that was so much fun." She giggled, kissing her father's neck. They were acting like lovers instead of father and daughter. "I hope we can do it again soon..." “That was more than fun…that was amazing. You Erika are amazing.” He said as he kissed and sucked on her breasts. He moved over the top of her and spread her legs. Furthermore, he entered her cum filled wet pussy with his once again rigid cock. Furthermore, he lifted her left leg and slammed in and out with long strokes.“Umm you feel so damn good. I can’t just have you once I need a night cap.” He moaned. He pumped hard and fast in and out of her young tight pussy.“You are the fucking boss princess and own my cock from here on out.” He groaned as he increased the tempo fucking harder and faster. She gasped as her father moved over her and started fucking her right then and there, ready for round two. Her father felt so big inside of her, and she fucking loved how he started to pound her." Fuck Daddy... Mmm, show your princess how much you love when she's the boss. Pound your angel so good." She begged softly. God, her father slid in and out of her with ease, and it felt fucking amazing. She whimpered in such pleasure as she heard their bodies slapping together hard. He pumped in and out like a machine. He wasn’t going to be happy with a quickie or a lousy 2nd round. I was ready to show her what an older man was all about as he pounded in and out with his man meat. Their bodies were in perfect harmony as the rhythm once again couldn’t have been choreographed any better. They were just perfect together in any sexual position it seemed. All his body strength was put into each stroke as he also challenged his stamina as well. This was a like a competition that he wasn’t intending on losing much less not giving 110%.“You are so incredible Erika. I love you.” He moaned as he slammed harder and harder. He pumped even harder as she urged him with "Fuck Daddy... Mmm, show your princess how much you love when she's the boss. Pound your angel so good." He continued for a good while until finally he reached his top speed of slamming in and out. He pumped four hard strokes and then arched his back flexed every muscle he could in his body besides his muscular legs.“OH YEA YES ERIKA YES.” He moaned again a little louder than he should have, but he didn’t care as whatever was left in his sperm bank he deposited inside of Erika. Furthermore, he then collapsed next to her and kissed her lips like she was his lover and certainly not his daughter. After catching his breath and starting to dress some.“I am sure we will have a lot more fun and sooner than later Erika. I don’t plan this to be a one time thing.” He said and kissed her forehead innocently then her lips not so innocently before walking upstairs for bed. For a man of her father's age, she was a little surprised by his stamina, but he had a good body to show for it and Erika was most definitely impressed. She smiled as he cummed in her for a second time. It was as if the second time was even better than the first. She smiled as her father dressed, and she dressed as well, going upstairs and going to bed. She couldn't believe what they had done, but she didn't regret it. Her father loved her, and he was so much more experienced than those stupid college boys. Erika woke up the next morning, dressing in shorts and a t-shirt. She smiled as her father was making breakfast while her mother was reading the paper." Morning Daddy.' She said innocently and sweetly. “Morning princess.” He replied to his daughter. He gave her a hug. Furthermore, he didn’t want to over do it but felt the urge to be affectionate.“Your mother is going on a vacation trip for a week with a couple of her friends and her sister. We discussed this morning and I suggested she take the break since she has been working so hard at GMAC. So, while she will be with her friends and your aunt in Jamaica under the sun…we will be left home all alone to fend for ourselves.” He says mockingly smiling.“So Erika…you may need to step up and fill in for your mom to make sure I don’t starve can dress myself properly. Maybe if you keep me alive what shall I do with my dear wife gone, I will reward you with some shopping at the mall.” He again says mockingly but laughs as his wife sighs and says he will be fine, and this trip was his idea first thing this morning. "I'm sure I can help around the house in between school." She smiled. Her mother had no idea just how much Erika would be helping her father. Erika tried not to smile too much, but she was thrilled. She knew for the next few days she and her father would have fun fucking like rabbits and her mother would be none the wise. Erika fixed herself some breakfast and sat down at the table. She couldn't wait until her mother left so she could have her father to herself. Robert smiles at his daughter and then wife after his daughter offers to help while her mom is gone. Oh, yes she would. No damn couch in the den he would hammer her young pussy in the master bedroom where he sleeps with his wife and her own mother. She would indeed replace her mother and be quite an upgrade.“It will all be good. We just want you to enjoy and relax. You deserve with how hard you have been working.” He adds to his wife. She suggests she start getting suitcases and look at what she has to wear and may need to go shopping for.“Good idea dear.” He replies. Once she is out of the room he grabs his daughter’s breasts with each hand from behind and gropes her kissing her neck.“I can hardly wait to have you again. You are truly the boss princess.” He whispers and walks out of the kitchen. He didn't mind sneaking around but couldn't wait to have the whole house to themselves. For now sneaking around would do as he was addicted to wanting sex with his hot sexy daughter. He would take it any way he could get it. Erika's sex drive was raging. God, she needed her father now. She knew she should probably wait a few more hours until her mother was gone, but she couldn't. She followed her father back into his den and locked the door. Furthermore, she quickly started unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't care that her mother was upstairs packing. Furthermore, she was going to be the boss of her father right here and right now. Furthermore, she shoved him towards the couch, making sure he was sitting up because she had every intention of riding him and being the boss that she was. He actually went down to the den to work but smiled so wide his face hurt when Erika followed him and closed the door. As she unbuttoned her top his cock sprang awake. He kissed her hard and passionate as she shoved him towards the couch now the primary place for passionate sex in this house.“Oh princess baby… I mean boss.” He said seductively and smiled kissing her as he practically ripped the buttons off his shirt shedding it. He could car less his wife and her mother was just upstairs. It made it hotter if possible. He had to have his daughter and wasn’t going to land on the side of caution.“Can you help daddy with his pants? His cock needs a little air and attention if you know what I mean.” he whispers smiling. He wanted his manhood which was growing by the second hard as a rock…wanted it inside of her badly. She made sure the door to the den was locked. There was no way in hell they were going to be interrupted. She quickly took her bra off, her panties and her skirt. They landed at different places in the den. She smirked as her father took off his shirt. She unbuckled his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers so they bunched at his feet as he sat on the couch. Furthermore, she didn't even care that they weren't completely off. She was going to fuck her father so hard, maybe even better than last night. "I'm going to show you who's the boss..." She growled as she climbed onto her father and began wasting no time in riding his dick. She began riding him slowly at first, just to tease him. He was getting excited immediately as the clothes were coming off of both one way or the other. He couldn’t be sure if something hadn’t been torn off. Furthermore, he didn’t care as he didn’t about his wife upstairs. Furthermore, he was going to screw their daughter again and this has the possibility of being even better than the first time. They both had an animal like lust in their eyes. He smiled as she said to him in a sexy growl, "I'm going to show you who's the boss..."“I would disappoint if you didn’t princess baby sweetheart sexy boss. You are so absolutely hot Erika… I want you so bad.” He replied. He didn’t even have his boxers all the way off at his ankles when she mounted him. She was riding him slow, and it felt absolutely amazing.“You feel so amazing…damn you are great…boss.” He moaned. She just might make him cum harder than before. She had torn her clothes off so fast that her clothes landed everywhere in the den. Her bra landed on the computer, her skirt on the desk and her panties on the chair across the room. Her father was sitting straight up on the couch, his boxers and pants bunched at his ankles. She wasted no time and sliding down on him, mounting his dick. She didn't care that her mother was just upstairs packing for her trip. Erika was riding slow at first but now.she slammed herself down onto her father as hard as she possibly could. Their sweaty skins started to slap together hard. He was throwing his hips up each time she came down, and immediately they had a great rhythm. It would be insane to say they were made for each other but even her mother didn’t feel this incredible back in high school even. She was tight and knew what to do to fuck his cock.“Oh baby princess you are absolutely the best ever. You are the boss.” He moaned in deep pleasure. Their tempo quickly went up a notch or two and their bodies were working as perspiration was developing besides the strain on the poor 8-year-old couch from this action. The squeaking was getting louder as was their moans of deep pleasure. He had never given much thought to getting caught but it Wei almost improbable not to.“Oh yea right there princess boss make daddy cum make him cum hard inside of you.” He implored her. "Oh fuck.fuck.fuck. I love being the boss of you, Daddy." She groaned loudly as she was relentless in slamming down on his dick. She rode him so hard, slamming down on him. As she fucked him, their bodies were dripping of sweat. As she fucked him, the couch creaked, and she didn't care."Oh, fuck.yes. I love being the boss.' She growled. She was coming to make her father cum and give him one of the best fucking orgasms of his life. He pounds back with everything he has in his arsenal and that his body is able to give back with each thrust into his daughter as she slams down on his rock hard cock. All he is thinking I show he wants to split her in half with his lance from this incredible fucking.“Oh yes I love you princess boss you are the bomb.” He moans. He keeps his breathing at bay for a while but knows his orgasm is coming, and it will be intense.“Daddy is close…Oh, gawd this is going to be intense… Keep it up princess boss. Yes.” He moans as his orgasm already has him shaking before it has erupted. This will be huge. If he Wei San old man this type of orgasm could kill him. But a great way to go. She was even more excited than she had been last night. "Fuck yes.you're so fucking big, Daddy. Oh yes, I love being the boss of you. You have such a big dick." She groaned, slamming her body down on him. She was sweating but she didn't care. Furthermore, she was going to fuck her father as hard as she possibly could. Furthermore, she didn't even care that her mother was upstairs." Show me how naughty you are, Daddy. Cum inside your boss...your little angel." Her words were fueling like jet fuel to a flame. She was absolutely incredible but in every way possible with a tight little cunt and the knowledge and will to fuck like an expert whore much less even urging him on.“Oh yes baby yea… you are taking all of me princess boss. Keep fucking my cock.” He moans. When she urged him to cum inside of her it was like adding explosives to a distressed dam. His breathing to slow down the orgasm was futile. He arched his back some and stiffened up trying to flex his legs to handle the intensity of what was coming.“OH YEA SHIT MY GAWD YEA DAMN!” he shouted so loud the neighbors 4 houses down had to hear him. His body spasmed and shook as he let his sperm flow like a high pressure fire hose. His daughter was the recipient of the gift. He took about two seconds to realize “oh shit.” Then he heard his wife call to him if he was okay. Still he smiled when he collapsed next to Erika and kissed her lips before grabbing for his clothes. She laughed as her mother was calling her father. She knew that was their most intense fuck and this was only the beginning. Furthermore, she knew they were going to fuck like absolute rabbits once her mother left on her trip. Erika wanted her mother gone now so she could fuck her father in every room of the house. She quickly got dressed and showered. She went to her room and sat on her bed. Furthermore, she waited for her mother to leave. Furthermore, she wanted her father again so badly. But this time she would give her father the absolute best head of his life.and she couldn't wait. He smiled but shook his finger at her laughing. He then left the den first.“I finished my project, and it is going to absolutely get me that promotion to director. I also fell and bumped my knee when I jumped up.” He was bullshitting so hard she just turned around and ignored him. He took a good shower before heading to bed. Furthermore, he couldn’t allow his wife to sniff her daughter on him. Furthermore, he didn’t wear any boxers under his PJ bottoms and went without the PJ top. Furthermore, he told his wife it was warm. The clock was by his bedside. He looked and listened as it got late. Once he knew his wife was sound asleep after I am closer to 2am then he groggily got up. He was truly addicted to Erika as he crept down the hallway around the corner to her bedroom. He opened her door gently as he entered. He gazed how sexy she looked sleeping. Furthermore, he pulled back the covers and got between her legs. Furthermore, he led his tongue to her pussy and plunged inside while holding her legs from thrashing. Furthermore, he pumped in and out with his talented tongue swirling and licking her cunt for all it was worth. She tasted incredible. Erika was bummed out when she realized her mother wasn't leaving until tomorrow. She wanted her mother gone now so that she and her father could fuck in every room of the fucking house. She needed it...she craved it in the worst way. She fell asleep early but around 2 AM she felt something. Furthermore, she groggily opened her eyes to find her father on her bed, between her legs, eating her out." Daddy....." She whimpered quietly, running her fingers through his hair as he was going down on her. He looked up at her as he was pumping hard in and out of her with his tongue. He winked at her when she woke and said ‘daddy?’ He continued to go hard to make her good and wet much less cum. Furthermore, he finally discarded his PJ bottoms onto her bedroom floor as he crawled up on her bed between her bed.“I know there is no need to ask you to try and be quiet so fuck it.” He whispered as he entered her wet sex with his rock hard member. Furthermore, he slid in and held it to feel how tight she was and exhaled. Furthermore, he then proceeded with long hard strong strokes in and out. She knew this was risky because her mother was sleep in the next room. Her mother wasn't leaving until the morning. Erika gasped as her father slipped right into her and began fucking her in her bed."Oh, Daddy." She gasped. She was always in charge when they fucked, but she loved having her pussy pounded too." Daddy.pound my pussy. Show your princess how much you love her." She begged with innocent eyes. He slammed in and out. It was baffling how perfect their bodies were when they were having sex in any position practically. He had the rhythm perfectly down as he continued to up the tempo every so often. The bed squeaked of course but at least their moaning was under control. He kissed her mouth every time he thought the moaning was getting a bit loud. His wife was a heavy sleeper and took some prescription medicine that practically puts her in a coma every night. A train could come through the bedroom, and it would be unlikely to wake her according to her own doctor. He pumped with shorter harder faster strokes as he was hitting his stride. After a good ten minutes he pulled out and kissed her passionately. He took her hand and pulled her out of bed. He bent her over facing her bed. Furthermore, he wrapped his hands around her waist while reinserting his rock hard meat inside of her from behind. His hands fondled her breasts as he pumped in and out of her from this position.“I thought you might be getting tired of bumping your head against the headboard. Much less I wanted to feel those fantastic breasts while I fuck you.” He whispered. He slammed in and out like a machine as she was able to brace herself against her bed. Erika couldn't believe what was happening. This was so fucking hot for her. She knew her mother was a heavy sleeper so they wouldn't be caught but the idea of her father fucking her while her mother slept in the next room, so hot. Erika was bent over her bed while her father fucked her pussy from behind. She could feel him humping her from behind. She reached down, rubbing herself as her father fucked her." Fuck me Daddy. Show me who's boss..." She begged as she was getting fucked. He was pounding her with all he was worth and switched positions once to hold off his orgasm and get a different angle. He was in the mood to do it again as he pulled out.“Your little college boys probably know one position and work to get their nut then roll over and go to sleep. Daddy doesn’t work that way princess sweetie.” He said seductively as he laid her back on the bed and kissed her passionately. He turned her to the side as he climbed on the bed behind her and lifted her left leg as he entered her laying on his side as well behind her again. He pumped hard and deep. Furthermore, he was energized as she begged him to fuck her and show her who is boss. Again the bed was creaking, and they were going at it like animals in heat. He was able to kiss her back and shoulder as he plunged in harder and faster. Finally, after a good long fuck he turned her back to the missionary position and lifted her legs to his shoulder and slammed like he was in a sprint. Five hard strokes and his body tensed up as he arched his back.“OH GAWD YES FUCKING DAMN ERIKA!” He said and let his bank account of sperm transfer completely into his daughter. He hoped like hell his wife was still passed out asleep. He kissed Erika and collapsed next to her as his body shook a little after the massive orgasm.“Damn you are amazing.” He said in just above a whisper. She smirked as they fucked for what seemed like ever. This was so fucking hot for Erika. She knew it was disgusting her own father fucking her, cumming inside of her, but she didn't care. She fucking loved it. She collapsed onto the bed after her father came inside her. Furthermore, she was filled with his warm, sticky cum now. There was so much of it that it was dripping down her thighs. She leaned over and kissed her father." Go back to bed with Mom. I'll see you in the morning." She smiled. She knew her mother would be leaving in the morning, and they would be fucking on every surface of the house once Mom was gone. He smiled as they kissed. His daughter told him to go back to bed with her mother and she would see him in the morning.“Oh princess two things. You are the boss for damn sure. Secondly my rule about you having sex in the house and particularly your bedroom…this doesn’t apply. I am exempt from that.” He said half laughing.“Then again maybe I should ground you for being a bad girl.” He added and smiled. He walked back to his bedroom and slept for well for the next 3 hours. Furthermore, he woke when he heard the alarm go off. His wife got up to get ready, and he went downstairs to make coffee. As his wife eventually came downstairs he went and took a shower as well. He needed after another sex romp otherwise it was curious as he took a shower last night before bed. His wife didn’t question.“Erika…do you want to ride along to take your mother to the airport?” he called out after getting dressed. He carried his wife's suitcases to the car and got ready to head out. "No.no, I'm going to stay here." She smiled. She was going to change into a sexy nightie and wait for her father to come home because she couldn't wait for them to fuck on any available surface in the house." Hurry back Daddy...." She called out. She couldn't wait; they were going to fuck everywhere. In the kitchen...the bathroom.everywhere they could get their hands on. And the thought of it made Erika wet with excitement. He smiled as she declined. Her mother called out goodbye before they left. He hoped he wouldn’t get a speeding ticket taking her to the airport much less hurrying back to fuck his daughter. Shit, why didn’t he just order a damn cab for her, he thought. He dropped her off and gave her the classic hug and kiss then I will miss you but have fun jargon from what is expected from a spouse. Once she entered the gate, he had no choice but to leave as he couldn’t go with her with tight airport security rules. As he drove home he could just imagine all the fucking he would do with Erika. He was so damn horny he didn’t even care if he got her knocked up…at least not completely care. He just wanted inside that tight sexy pussy and cum so hard he would pass out. His cock was twitching think about it. It sucks to drive when you have to go potty but try having a hard on and your mind is like a porno on steroids. He was lucky to not kill anyone much less himself driving home. Erika was glad when her father left to drive her mother to the airport. That would give her time to change into the sexy pink nightie she wanted to wear. Erika was already wet thinking about for the next five days, she and her father would fuck on every surface of the house. She was going to make it her mission to fuck her father everywhere. The kitchen. The bathroom. The dining room table. The laundry room. Mm, Erika was already wet with the thought. Erika changed into her sexy pink nightie and sat on the kitchen counter right near the sink. She decided the first place they'd fuck is right in the kitchen. Robert came strolling in the house after parking his vehicle in the garage. His eyes nearly fell out of his head.“My gawd Erika… I would ask where the hell you got all of those sexy nighties if I wasn’t the beneficiary.” He said coming up to the kitchen counter and spreading her legs as he kisses his daughter like a passionate lover that she has become and less and less of a daughter. He drops his pants and boxers to his ankles and slides his rock hard cock inside of her as he kisses her.“You feel so amazing every time.” He moans. He starts pumping in and out of her with strong hard strokes with her back against the kitchen cabinet.“I am going to fuck your sexy princess boss pussy on the table we eat dinner on and then bed I sleep with mother in as well as every part of this house possible before she gets back home.” He grunts while pounding his little girl. She smiled as she held onto the kitchen counter while her father began to fuck her against the kitchen counter."Oh, fuck.fuck me Daddy." She groaned as her father humped her from behind. It felt fucking wonderful. She pushed everything off the kitchen counter and bent over it." Fuck your princess Daddy.pound me so good." He was pounding in and out then she got down and pushed everything off the counter to bend over it.“Oh damn yes princess boss baby.” He moaned as he started pumping hard and fast again. He didn’t need encouragement but her words of, "Fuck your princess Daddy.pound me so good." Did actually inspire him well. He slammed for a good bit before turning her facing him, and he picked her with her legs wrapped around him and laid her on the kitchen table where they ate meals. He pumped his rock hard meat into her while she lay next to the salt and pepper shakers and napkins. Furthermore, he climbed on the table, good thing it is sturdy and slammed into her. He then laid on his back and pulled her on top of him fucking on their family dining table.“Finish me princes boss…make daddy cum where your mom eats her meals.” He urged her on. Was he out of control...he didn't care? The dirtier it got, the better at this point in his affair with his daughter. Oh god, if this was not fucking hot enough, her father carried her over to the dining room table where they all ate as a family. She made sure her father was laying on his back on the dining room table. She wasted in no time, riding his dick like some cowgirl. She had both her hands on his chest, slamming her body down on him rapidly. Furthermore, she wasn't going slow, she was taking his dick and making it hers. Furthermore, she was riding her father as hard as she could. Furthermore, she smiled as the dining room table was shaking due to their fucking, but she didn't care. This was TOO fucking hot for her. She was obliging riding him hard and fast as he bucked up his hips each time she came down. They were again in perfect rhythm fucking on the family eating table. It would be hard to look at the table same again.“Oh princess you are so much the boss…yes make daddy cum.” He urged her on.Finally, he was heading toward his first orgasm of the day excluding his AM event in her room.“Oh yes a little more princess boss.” He said and clutched her after a couple more times she fucked his cock.“OH YES HELL YES ERIKA I LOVE YOU!” He screamed to make sure people in the next state heard him. Furthermore, he erupted plenty filling her young hot pussy with his baby making cream.“Oh damn you are amazing.” He said catching his breath as they climbed off the table.“So…what would you like to do today besides screw like rabbits' princess?” He said and laughed. “We can shoot by the mall and do some clothes shopping…maybe Victoria's Secret for example of course.” He suggested and hugged her and kissed her lips then slipped behind her fondling her breasts kissing her neck.“Then again…we can also go to your parents bedroom and fuck like animals in heat.” He whispered. She smiled as her father came inside her yet again. Oh god, this was fucking hot. They had just fucked and cummed on the table where they all ate as a family." Mmm, I want to fuck in every surface of this fucking house." She growled as she climbed off her Daddy's dick. Her mind kept thinking of all the places where they could fuck. In the laundry room. In the bathroom. In her father's bed. Fuck. Those thoughts were making her wet again. He smiled as she announced she wanted to fuck on surface in this house.“We will trust me we will.” He said He scoped her up like a new bride and carried down the hall past her bedroom to the taboo forbidden bedroom known as her parents bedroom. Furthermore, he was going to fuck her in her parents bed. At least she wasn’t conceived in that bed or where they in this house, but they still had relations and sleep there very night. In his mind she was more suitable to share this bed with him than his wife. He laid her down and kissed her lips. He then laid next to her.“So princess boss…you are the boss of my cock…what do you suppose we should do to umm get my cock jump started for another round.” He said suggesting a little oral attention. "Mmm. I think I have a good idea, Daddy." She smirked. They were now in her mother's bed. This was so twisted but yet so hot. She wasted no time in lowering her sexy little mouth. She wrapped her soft mouth around her father's cock and began sucking him. Furthermore, she knew for the next four days she was in charge of her father and she'd fuck him like a rabbit. Mm, she couldn't wait. She couldn't wait to fuck in the kitchen again and fuck on every surface of the house. “Oh damn you are hot baby.” He moaned. She was sucking his cock, and it was incredible.“You are so going to wear one of your mother’s nightgowns and let me fuck your brains out and cum all over it.” He said feeling filthy but so damn horny. He smiled at the thought her coming home and picking up her nightgown smelling of sex, her daughter’s juices and his sperm mixed together. Shit he might move Erika into his bedroom and his ice queen wife into one of the spare bedrooms.“Any idea that involves us fucking is a great idea princess boss.” He responded and smiled. He couldn’t wait to cum deep inside her pussy again. Furthermore, he stopped caring if he should get her knocked up.

Caught by Daddy|rating:1.0

Mass Effect_ Normandy Renegade

Mass Effect: Normandy Renegade IOC Thread Mass Effect: Normandy Renegade What would have happened if Commander Shepard had of gone back to her quarters and thought long and hard when Jack mentioned how with the Normandy, she could go rogue. Would she have simply concluded that humanity needed selfless service from her? And continued on her quest. Or perhaps that with both Cerberus being run by corporate businessmen, and the Alliance now controlled by political figureheads that humanity was screwed no matter what. The Citadel was no better. A false utopia seething with racial discrimination and prejudice. She was one person. Lived one...well, two lives. The Collectors and Reapers were a problem for sure, and she would destroy them no matter what. But why follow the orders of anyone other than herself. The Illusive Man through manipulation ordered her about by pulling on her heart strings. She had lost many of her crew fighting his battles. But not anymore. Shepard and her crew were going Renegade. And she was taking the Normandy with her. Timeline: The Normandy went through the Omega 4 Relay. The Collectors Base was destroyed. All members of Shepard's crew survive. Unfortunately, only a handful of the Normandy crew are saved. Yeoman Kelly Chambers and Dr Chakras are among them. After returning through the Omega 4 relay and confronting both the Illusive Man and the Citadel/Alliance, the Normandy disappeared off the radar (back through the Omega 4 Relay). Let's play! Check out for the IC thread. Interesting have a few question before joining.1.) Is Commander Shepard still up for saving humanity and stopping the Reapers?2.) Can I create my own character, he could be one of the unnamed crew members? Hey there. I'm hoping to play current characters, but if it's the difference between losing a fellow Per or gaining one you are welcome to create either a new recruit, or another old crew member who was saved from the collector base. And she will be working to stop the Reapers, just not with the Alliance/Cerberus. Sorry to everyone for the lack of finishing this thread. I lost Internet last night, but I hope to finish it now. Cheers. My character Don`t worry my character will be one of the crew who was captured by the collectors, taken to the collector base, and rescued from it.NAME: Vincent AnastasioGENDER: Mileage: 22APPEARENCE: Vincent stands 5'11" and weighs 143 lb. He has straight black hair, light blue eyes, and pale skin. He has little muscle on him and is wiry, but is quick and very intelligent.PERSONALITY: Vincent is shy and quiet around strangers, but cheerful and relaxed around friends and companions. Furthermore, he believes in Cerberus, but not blindly. Furthermore, he dislikes turbans and Bavarians, but treats other aliens as equals. He's very loyal to his allies and courageous.HISTORY: Vincent grew up on Earth as an orphan. Eventually Cerberus recruited his and gave him a better life. He joined the Normandy after the first one was destroyed and joined Shepard on her mission. He remembers being captured by the collectors and eventually rescued by Shepard. From there on, Vincent has sworn to help Shepard destroy the Reapers and saves Humanity. Looks good to me. Post away when you feel like it. Well... I suppose I can't come up with a good enough excuse to have another unique Get without copying from the other ME thread, I'll just make a Turin. Because they're awesome. Name: Garden ValturianRace: Transgender: Mileage: 27Appearance: Similar to Harris. Personality: Calm, cold, distant. Avoids conversation simply because he always seems to have something on his mind. Biography: Not much can be said on Garden. Little can even be found. Just whispers on the wind. He had been on Omega when Shepard and Harris, then known as Archangel, had left in order to stop the Collectors. Garden took up the abandoned mantle of Harris and earned his own infamy on Omega. They called him "Wraith" on account of the is untouchable in hand-to-hand combat and never making a sound, other than the crack of his sniper of course. After the Collector base was destroyed and the Normandy went renegade, Garden signed on with the crew. Double. Ouch. I'm trying to decide whether to use the character I came up with or just taking Legion. I'd like to keep Legion reserved till tomorrow. Furthermore, I'll decide then. Any input would be nice. Coolio. Legion is reserved for you.Otherwise, I can still see it working. You two might have to work out some backstory together. Animosity, admiration, that sort of stuff. Hmm. Maybe I'll take both. Is that a problem? I'm sure I can keep up with two characters at the same time. Edit: I'll just take Legion until I get a response. I was reading the other thread, and I was wondering about Samara and Corinth what was the relationship between them? Can you choose either one, or if you pick one is the other one taken off the table? I'd much rather be Corinth, but I'd be Samara if We would rather have her than Corinth. I'm fine with both of them being included. And the two people who take those characters can discuss their own relationship. Fixed, or still at each other's throats. Up to you. The more, the merrier. That sort of conflict may help the thread stay active. You guys can RP for a while, I should be posting again tonight. Sorry I haven't been as active. I'm going to make it a max 3 characters (2 from the list, and one made up) and we'll use a dibs system. You can RP once your profile is posted in this thread. No need to wait for me. If we have problems, we can sort it out in here, or through PM's. Name:Derek Baxter Race:Human Gender:Mileage:24Appearance:Lightly tanned skin, Athletic build, Crew cut hair, clean-shaven (sometimes), brown eyes, a long scar on the right side of his neck.birthplace:Milky Way > Exodus Cluster > Asgard System > Third planet (Try)Personality:Calm, cool, and collected...when he needs to be but is usually the stereotypical outgoing, loud, and live-the-day-as-if-it-were-your-last sort of attitude...as much as he can. Because of his occupation he has very little time for fun and recreation, and is known to cause quite a bit of trouble on his off-time. Finds himself very attractive and charming to the ladies...but that fact remains questioned by the opposite sex. Can be found singing, (and sometimes) dancing to either pass time, or like a Siren, attract the attention of the opposite sex who does not result to near-whoring for attraction. Has a sense of Honor, and Duty to all the universe and will do his best to help Shepard destroy the Reapers once and for all. Role:Marine - Gunner Background:Was a well-known Alliance Marine. Well-known of being the only Marine to expend the entire metal block of ammo in his Assault Rifle in the short span of time that was his Military Career. Engaged in Military history from a very young age he mostly looked to the old Earth wars and found that he liked the idea of having one or two people with an Assault Rifle with plenty of ammunition to mow down a large group of enemies. And so he did so with the Alliance. Despite the fact that there were other ways to provide covering fire using weapons and tech, he usually did so by pumping out hundreds of rounds at the enemy. Due to this process he's been tagged with the fastest reloading, and unloading capabilities within the Alliance, then with Cerberus. After Shepard was killed Derek, like a lot of other Marines, felt the Alliance succumbed to Political affairs. The fact that he was short meant that within a few months he left the Alliance to pursue something as a Mercenary, but was picked up by Cerberus a few days later. Derek Baxter served on the new Normandy and was captured by the Collectors. When he was rescued with the others, he went Renegade with Shepard, feeling that at least she had her priority's straight. It is noted that Derek tries to find the fastest firing weapons, and also the weapons with the most ammunition. However, the Cain is a one-shot weapon. Something that he requested for himself stating that, "If we resort to this...we're probably fucked anyway." Weapons:Assault Rifle:AutomaticM-96 Mattock Heavy Rifle Sub-Machine Gun:M-9 Tempest Shotgun:M-22 EvisceratorSniper Rifle:M-29 Incisor Heavy:M-920 Cain Other:Is known to sneak contraband items on board. Well...contraband as far as Cerberus and Alliance regulations go. Is spotted smoking cigarettes on board, and seems to be getting drunk off of something from somewhere, though no one has found his stash yet. MorinthName:MorinthSpecies:Astringe:Unknown Personality:She is sneaky and manipulating. With a very dry sense of humor, she loved to laugh at others suffering. She had no pity for those who invited troubles, although she does have a soft spot for those who were really in need. Because of her illness she is a very sexual and sensual person. She has a love for life, and loves the finer things in life. She was allowed on board because Shepard spared her knowing she would be useful, only given one warning. Furthermore, she was going to change though. Change come slowly for her, she was set living in her ways for many years. Backround:Being an Area-Yakshi, it was natural for her to be a killer, but Shepard had shown her another way. She was now going to spend her time atoning for her crimes against the galaxy. She had killed many people throughout the years, and it was starting to haunt her. In spite of how discussed she was with herself she knew she was also much more powerful because of it. She had been on the run for years, and finally her mother had caught her. They only allowed her to live because she could be useful, and Samara vowed to help her stay in check. Equipment:submachine gun, shotgun, and biotic Throw, Pull, and Barrier Welcome guys. I look forward to seeing your posts. Mine should be up within the hour. (Because I'm that slow.) Dormant Evil said: Welcome guys. I look forward to seeing your posts. Mine should be up within the hour. (Because I'm that slow.) Click to expand... You're not the only one. Don't worry. I LOVE MASS EFFECT! Oh, goodness! I want to join societies badly. XD Anyways, I am KINDA new to group RP's, and I am not sure if I should PM my character of choice, but I will do both. I would like to take Tali was Normandy cause she has the epic technetium. 3And she is also, still available. Yes, Tali is still available. I believe that Dormant posted earlier that you could post in the IC as soon as you get your character choice posted in here. Seeing how you just chose Tali, you should be able to post in the IC. Suggestion: How about we start off with something simple? Supply run...go after one of those cache's LeoHawk35 said: Yes, Tali is still available. I believe that Dormant posted earlier that you could post in the IC as soon as you get your character choice posted in here. Seeing how you just chose Tali, you should be able to post in the IC. Click to expand... Thanks :3 Sorry, again, still new about this. But yes, thanks for the help. I should have post up soon, I am going to read the other posts first before I write something stupid. 3 *awkward cough* I don't even think you've posted dibs on a character yet, Rebel. Don't you think you should do that before nudging the plot along? And besides, the Norman isn't up and running yet. And Dizzy? If you need a hand, let me know. That goes for everyone. Mass Effect is a universe I overfamiliar with. Me dos. I LOVE Mass Effect, I got' my Tali suit all made and ready for the local convention. I think people are going to love the years worth of work I have put into it. 3 Nobody?...guess not...hey.check out my first post *deuce thumbs up* Welcome to everyone new since I last logged in. And yes, we will have a mission soon. Once the introductions are made I suppose. Edit: Nice post Rebel. Alrighty, gonna post in a few. 3I got what I am doing XD So, Dormant, when are you going to show up and talk to one of us? Sorry about that. Going through a rough time getting online at the moment. And posting is difficult. I probably won't be getting online for a couple of weeks, in the meantime...feel free to make Shepard the NPC for once. TDI don't mind.Otherwise, she is free for someone to RP. And I am more than happy to fit in with another character later. I might have dibs on Jack though. I hope all is well Dormant. 3 I wouldn'twant the creator of my new favorite PTO be in any real distress. Luck and prayers for you that you will return post date. We'll be flying down to a planet not soon after the meeting. Hi y'all. Hope all is well today. Monica is still sick.... been an entire week. My lungs hurt. Should go to the doctor........should........... Dizzy fish said: Hi y'all. Hope all is well today. Monica is still sick.... been an entire week. My lungs hurt. I should go to the doctor........ should........... Click to expand... I think you should go to the doctors. People who have injuries, problems, worries, and who don't report them sometimes regret it later. If your lungs hurt every time you breathe, then its probably serious See, what I said was a lie. Theydon't so much hurt as they do fillip with mucus making it hard to breath... it's weird. I feel fine when wake, but as the day progresses, I start coughing up all this gunk. Starting to get on my nerves... I might have a serious cold. But I don't know.TDI thank you for the concern regardless. OMG I am almost to a hundred posts then I get my own Avatar and be coollike all the cool kids I hang with around here. 3 Dormant Evil said: I'll post in about 6 hours with the mission that is so important. So in the meantime, if you have something you wanted to RP on ship...get to it. We'll be flying down to a planet not soon after the meeting. Click to expand... I wonder what the mission will be? It's where we all get raped by husks, and the Reader sucks out our entrails with Black Eyed Peas and mayo while at the same time suck on the resurrected penis of San. 3 I like how your mind works Dizzy. -bows- Thank you, thank you. I aim to please. Next on the list:"How to train your Area Yaks hi,"once she goes black, you die. Sorry to anyone my absence has annoyed. Currently going through a tricky separation/divorce, so my mind is a little frayed (and feels flayed). Will be back shortly. Feel free to RP the switch of Tali and Legion, and the shuttle trip. I have no extra details about the mission yet. Aww. Bummer Dormant. I am sorry. I know it doesn't mean much coming from a complete stranger. But I hope all works out for you in the end. 3 And no worries about me. I'm that cannon fodder guy that is seriously injured/dies in a more serious mission... You've got a last name. You're already more established than the standard red shirt. With a last name and a backstory, you're contractually guaranteed to atleastdie in a dramatic or heroic fashion. .....-sighs- We have already been over this. Raped by husks, entrails eaten by readers, sucking on Zombie San Penis. There USNO honorable heroic deaths in this here bitch. Do you have any idea how much money we would make selling the video of the Husk-raping? We could get finally afford that pimped out paint job for the Normandy and a hotter holographic image for EDI. If dying to give his friends a pimped out ship and a slutty hologram isn't heroic, then I don't know what is. I want EDI to look like Cortana. Plain and Simple. And I am Commander, so I get to pick. I think we can all agree to that. I agree. And she has to say,"How can I please you?" Instead of, "How can I help?" It would be much more kinky and get a better reaction.... or a kinky one, either way. She needs to say it... I have an idea for designing the planet and the compound. Instead of one person coming up with the whole thing, or us just making all of it up as we go along, maybe we could all just describe one part of it. Just a thought, you know. I kind of like the idea of having multiple levels of input on it. We could also just all take turns describing the whole thing. I don't know, just trying to think of a way for us all to have fun with locations and planets. Works for me. Like passing the paper around class and writing one paragraph each. But more for what the place is going to look like. Exactly!OK I've got something that is bugging me a lot in the thread though. How the hell did RebelJap808's character get a second M-920 Cain? Seriously. It was a prototype, designed by Cerberus, never used in any other military, is really expensive, and incredibly dangerous to everyone around it when it is fired. And it is not only another Cain, it is designed just for his character, a Normandy crew member, to use. On top of that, he got the Illusive Man to pay for a recharging station just for the Cain in the shuttle. I like Baxter. I really do. Furthermore, I think he is like another Jack, and honestly, Jack needs more people that would actually get along with her. We all have to take liberties to make this go forward but there has to be a limit to them, right? Alright, I feel better for getting that out there. If no one else is bothered by this I will shut up and not bring it up again. I share your concern. A Cain is something that someone like Baxter, just a sergeant, shouldn't be able to acquire and have it specially made for him. Totally forgot this existed. Anyways... I know we're all little underlings but can someone please take charge? Yes, Derek is a simple Sergeant. Yes, he's like Jack...insubordinate, difficult, over violent, always on the ready to pop someone. But the Alliance was able to keep him around somehow...right? So figure it out *leaves it to you* I think that people playing Garrison Jacob, should probably take charge since they are group leaders.^^ That means you NID! He already has. Did no one else notice Baxter get punched in the face by Harris for being insubordinate? Seriously? I agree, Harris seems like a good choice, and Jacob is a good leader (However he might not like leadership considering how Jacob saw how it affected his father) Ok... I'm now starting to lose interest in Baxter. Seriously. He acts like a douchebag to the members of Shepard's personal squad. Shows no respect to the two characters who have been with Shepard since the beginning, or respect to anyone, actually. How the fuck was this guy in the military at any point in time? He not only won't listen to people in charge, he actively fights them. I mean even Cerberus has chains of command. So he gets punched for being a complete dick, and his response is to pull and prime a grenade? Ignoring the multitude of ways that is fucked up...if you can't handle your character not being the ultimate badass who is always in control, then go write a fanfic. So far, your guy has managed to brew illegal booze in the engines of the most advanced ship in the galaxy without anyone noticing until now. When they finally notice it, his first reaction is to threaten to shoot a personal friend of Shepard's. I already brought up the whole issue with him somehow having a second and incredibly expensive prototype weapon designed just for him. Now he is being as intentionally antagonistic as possible. Here's the final issue. RebelJap808 said: But the Alliance was able to keep him around somehow...right? So figure it out *leaves it to you* Click to expand... It is not our job to figure out your character. You can't expect us to react to your guy based on backstory and just ignore his actions. Taken care of. Rebel, work out your own character. Nid, get us moving, please. Avellan, do whatever you were doing. And Legion is keeping the Cain. Character issues be damned. You know, I actually don't think Harris or anyone (except maybe Tali) would have issues with Legion holding the Cain. I mean if you're going to fire a nuke, it sure seems like a good idea to be able to make a couple of thousand calculations before you pull the trigger. Alright we're going to deal with Baxter and get the mission going. We still need to design the basics of the planet (or at least the terrain of the combat zone) and the compound. So how about we start working on that? On a note with characters, I think we've lost the person who was going to do Corinth. After this mission is done (and I get more in to the swing of Harris) I think I'll start doing Grunt in addition to Harris. Even if we don't focus on our second character as much, I think we should all think about doing 2 characters. If for no other reason than to keep the ship feel active. I agree about controlling a second character. How about I take over Joker. He and Vincent interacted at beginning and there good friends so they get along. Thank you, NID. And I was thinking we could do it something like the planet for Based's loyalty mission. With the thick vegetation and everything. But not an oil refinery. Maybe just a normal base in the vegetation? And I'll think of who I'll take on. Any suggestions? I am on board with taking more characters. ^^ I love all you guy sand want to help the story further. I might take Morin. XD Seeing show he is the only male I feel comfortable portraying. But I might stick with a female. Since... I am ... a female. XD The Based mission base is a good way to start. Blue Suns seem like they like to take over abandoned or poorly defended places. We could do something industrial, like a mining complex, or possibly just a chemical manufacturing plant. The plant could provide for more of a challenge, as stray shots would cause a lot of problems.@ Avellan13Joker is a good idea. I think we need someone to play Joker. He is so damn essential to crew moral. I mean I know Chambers is the psychologist...but Joker is really what keeps the team sane when shit gets crazy.@LeoHawk35The way I think about it, you have two options for a second character. Someone you feel really comfortable with Ring. Or someone who is the complete opposite of Legion so you don't feel like you're doing the same thing over and over. The opposite of Legion might be Based. But he just doesn't seem like a lot of fun. As a DLC character he didn't get much character development. Grunt was just the first thing that popped in to my head, though. So I'm not going to claim him if anyone else wants to be Grunt. I'll give some thought about what character I want, but honestly... Garrus is the only one in the game Ireallywanted to play. I can probably pull off just about anyone else, so you guys pick your seconds, and I'll choose from who's left. Ah, yes, I would like to say something to you, Rebel. If Baxter tries to take the Cain from Legion without Shepard ordering Legion to relinquish control of it, Legion will put Baxter through a wall and break his neck. He would probably do it even if Shepard ordered him because that would be a very poor decision and Legion's higher reasoning wouldn't allow him to hand it over to Baxter. As for my second character, I'm debating over Thane or maybe actually using the character design I posted earlier. @ LeoHawk35The other Turin? I liked that idea. On the surface he seems sort of like another Harris, but you didn't give out a lot of details. What popped in to my head looking at that character is he seems like he could be what would have happened if Harris hadn't lost his hopes and ideals. Which would make for good storytelling. Of course personally, I think we should work on the existing characters. Thane might be the person who has the hardest time handling the Renegade actions, so he would need some good development. You know, once we all get into the swing of things, we could all probably handle 3 characters. Just a thought.Also, if Harris could get the shot off (Legion is pretty damn quick I imagine) he'd plug Baxter in the knees if he made an aggressive move. We all seem to have forgotten that Harris was C-Sec trained. Sure he's gone all vigilante, but he still knows a lot of methods for non-lethal takedowns. He's also got at leastsomedetective skills. I know that doesn't come up in the games after he joins the Normandy. But it might be handy sometime. Who knows. Harris might have been a shitty detective. I mean you assume he was good because he got handed the San case. But since they were protecting their precious SPECTRE, his bosses could have saddled that assignment on him because they knew he'd do a bad job. FOCUS TIME Alright...we need to keep working on the planet and compound. Input, people? THANE IS SO WICKED AWESOME! Next to Harris, Thane is my favorite. I have this dream with the two of theming it..... >.> Don't ask. Just know, it involves tea set and a banana..... I have decided, I shall be taking Kelly Chambers. I like the idea of giant fauna. Giant slowly mushrooms. Randall cool. It should have a really, really long period of night. Like, not where it's cold, just the nights last longer than the days. XD That'what I envisioned. The added darkness makes it easier for the B. Suns to move about without much detection. ..... I killed the thread. XD Alright, no slowly mushrooms... No, no no. You didn't kill the thread. Some of us are waiting for Dormant Evil to return and others have other post and threads to take care of. XD And here I was starting to think I was a disease. So what kind of giant fauna do you want? Giant versions of those monkeys? The thing about megafauna is it could add another layer of difficulty...but most likely we wouldn't see any large animals because they'd likely avoid the compound because of noise, light, and the Blue Suns would probably shoot them for fun. Giant flora could be neat though. Or we could go the complete opposite and do a desert environment. Sand or rock desert would be interesting, and the looming threat of sandstorms could force us to move faster. A lush jungle could provide a lot of interesting stuff. Jungles are also pretty varied, so lets start with simple stuff first. I'll just a few options, and we'll go from there.-Elevation-How should we have to travel to get from landing zone, to compound. Up - (Zone is on ground level, compound is on a hill/mountainside/etc)Down - (Zone is ground level or on hill, and we have to move down to compound on valley/chasm/etc)Level - (Zone and compound are roughly on same elevation)-Terrain Cover-How much natural terrain to move through to get to compound Dense - (Compound will be approached by moving through lots of trees/rock formations/etc providing cover)Average - (Some cover)Sparse - (Compound will have little cover on the approach. We would need a good plan to get through this)-Time of day-How much natural light are we working with Day - (plenty of light)Dusk/Dawn - (some light that will diminish/grow during mission)Night - (little to no light) I vote for Napalm*is glared at*Fine...fine... I'll just make another "new" character to balance out what I have now... I like the idea of a dense place. Becauselike. Mass Effect, it was sort of easy to navigate through everything. With something being dense and hard to see through, it would be interesting to see how it's all going to workout. We should do long nights. I still like that idea. A leveled elevation is ideal, along with well concealed base, because the B. Suns aren'tthat stupid to have this giant gap in fauna that can be seen from above.... just my...input. Well we don't need to spend a lot of time on the terrain and compound, so we should go with Dizzy fish's idea. I think it will make for a suspenseful first mission. I have a picture in my head of the compound exterior being similar to what the outside of the Cerberus lab was in Jack's loyalty mission, just more of a jungle/rainforest. We didn't see much of it, but that is still the idea I have when I think about it. One more detail, though. What should the compound's original purpose be? The Blue Suns don't seem like they'd invest in their own real estate, so it would likely have been something else before they moved in. Suggestions and ideas? -looks around at the silence, then raises handlike a sixth grader, squirming in seat-OH! ME!! I KNOW! PROFESSOR NID! CHOOSE ME! I SOOOOKNOW! -squirms more-Wait...when did I become a professor? Am I like... Professor Farnsworth level of professor? Or more like "can't apply what I learned in school, so I just teach it to other people to pay for my alcohol" kind of professor? Also, if I'm a professor now then I am going to need this yard-stick. Umm... hey... Dizzy fish... you wouldn't happen to own a schoolgirl outfit, would you? You all can work on the assignment... I'm just going to take her to another room and uh...we'll be back later. That's what our I-M-A-G-I-N-A-T-I-O-Is for. -looks down at school girl uniform-See? Works every time! You can be. Professor like... the second one. But you actually know stuff. You would just PREFER to be a drunk. XD-dragged off- But wait! I know the answer to the dilemma! Don't I get to tell it first? I would just like to point out that I did NOT keep Dizzy fish locked in another room all night. I repeat... Dizzyfish has not been tied to a bed in another room all night while I tickle her with feathers. And she certainly hasn't been locked in another room all night while I lick chocolate off of her. I don't know why she never gave us the answer to the dilemma. Ok, so unless we have any objections, I think Dizzy's idea for the terrain sounds like fun. I've taken the liberty to come up with a few details based on her idea. These are just rough ideas, so please add anything you'd like or correct any problems I have in my assumptions. The planet we are going to has long nights, long enough that we have to do the mission at night. If we wait until daytime, we'd lose our window. The Blue-Suns compound is hidden away in a very dense, very lush jungle. The jungle would be near the equator, so even at night it could be very hot and humid. (We all have environmental gear in our armor, so it isn't that big of an issue)The buildings are covered from a direct aerial drop thanks to the heavy canopy of trees. As it is a dense jungle, the only direct path to the compound would be a well guarded and watched main road straight through the jungle. We would need to get the shuttle in to a clearing and then split the teams up to make two approaches to the compound. That would require a trek through the jungle itself, but with built-in sensors and maps, the chances of getting lost would be slim. I have a suggestion for what the base used to be, and possibly something the Suns might be using pieces of. A bioengineering lab. A jungle would have a large variety of unusual flora, fauna and fungi (but no glowing mushrooms, damn it!) that could provide plenty of opportunity for experimentation. I don't think there has to be anything sinister behind it. The base may simply study how to grow a stronger and prettier flower. You would be shocked at how much dangerous equipment is required for studying flowers. I don't normally come to this section, so I wish I saw this sooner, but if you don't mind another I'd like to join. I love Mass Effect and wanted a decent RP about it for a while, but it never seemed like anyone in the SRP section had any knowledge of the game. Furthermore, I guess I should have asked here. As to who I'd play. I'd actually consider playing Aidan. I'm not a big fan of him, but I also didn't dislike him either. Since the plot of the thread is the Normandy going rogue, perhaps the Alliance sends him to find her and for whatever reason gets caught up in things. I'd make my own character but no real ideas are jumping out at me. Anyway, if that doesn't sound good to you, or you don't want any more at the moment just let me know. NO!!!!! WE TOTALLY WANT YOU HERE!!! WELCOME! -big grin-Welcome to our craziness! Toucan be whatever character you want and begin posting right away! If you need help, you can totally pose any concerns you might have. Feel free to contribute to our conversation. If you DO choose Kaiden, you can actually come right in. He could have been monitoring. Suns movements and ended up in the someplace our team is about to be and join up there.:3 Calm down Dizzy, you're going to scare the guy.*gives Dizzy a sugar-free cookie to nibble on*Hopefully Dormant Evil will be around so you can run your Kaiden idea past her. I always liked Kaiden. I mean Ashley was such a major bitch. Kaiden was rough, but he at least wasn't a damn xenophobe. If you want to snag any of the ME2 crew members, just let us know. We're all working out who our secondary characters are going to be, but I'm sure no one would take a character as their second one if you wanted it as your main one. Ashley is a space Nazi. Looking over stuff again, it seems like we have a bunch of humans already, so I'm still thinking it over. Additionally, I noticed it says the Normandy returned through the Omega 4 Relay? Is that still the case? Would have made it hard (impossible) for Aidan to follow if so. Thane's another character I'm interested in, though his dialogue would be a challenge to write. Yes, they went through the Omega4 Relay. -glares at Professor Nikki understand your reasoning for seeing it difficult to portray Kaiden. But I assure it could work out. Everything else has. TDI LOVE THANE! Well the basic premise of the game is that this is after the events of ME2. Shepard followed the renegade actions, told Cerberus to fuck off, told the Council to fuck off, told the Alliance to fuck off. We started the RP with us all finalizing repairs on the Normandy after the Collectors were dealt with. Our goal right now is to stock up with whatever we can get, and eventually get a base of operations so we aren't spending all the time on the ship. Shepard and the Normandy are still focused on the Reaper threat, but she wants to do things her way and build up her influence and resources to get ready. That has leaded us to our mission that we are about to start. We're going to raid a Blue-Suns base, crack some skulls, and "liberate" their supply of weapons. These are the characters that have been taken and are being RP'd and who is playing them. Shepard - DormantEvilJack - DormantEvilGarrus - NidhoggLegion - LeoHawk35Tali - DizzyfishJacob - MeanBlackJack*New Characters*Vincent Anastasia (human) - Avellan13Derek Baxter (human) - RebelJap808 Don't forget. I've taken over Joker. Yeah, I should have included people who have crew member characters. I guess I was just thinking about the squad. Joker - Avellan13Kelly Chambers - Dizzy fish Eh, I'll take Thane. We can replace him for Baxter on the mission or something like that. Though if I remember correctly, Baxter was on Jacob's squad? We may have to do some reprising there. And the layout for the mission sounds good. And I take offense to you saying the people in SRP have no knowledge of Mass Effect. Just saying. I was not able to find anyone in the SRP doing Mass Effect. It may just be inexperience with navigation through those parts Leo.^^ I am sure he didn't mean EVERYONE, everyone. 3 Mainly it was hard to find females who knew much about it, I suppose I should say. Anyway I guess if you're taking Thane then I'll stick with my original idea. I'll probably wait for the thread creator to weigh in before making any final decisions. Well wait, if you want Thane, I think it's only fair that you have first choice of the mission team characters, as you yet Mohave one. 3 I agree. I know you had decided to take Thane, LeoHawk35. But you do already have Legion. That is just my opinion, though. Despite having taken charge of getting things rolling and somehow gained a professor tenure-ship, Dormant Evil is still the one in charge. We should just wait until she gets back on before decisions are made. I wasn't terribly set on Thane. I just thought we had a lot of humans, and he was the only non-human character that I think I'd be interested in besides Harris. Technically I could write for any character if it's ever necessary. Just not many I'd want to play full-time. Kaidan seems interesting to me because he'd most likely be the moral voice to contrast the jaded Shepard and the rest of the crew, since most of them seem to trust Shepard so much that they're not going to do much to oppose her. Seems like it has the potential for the most interesting dynamic. Of course. I was only saying that I had decided on my secondary character. If he wishes to choose Thane as his, it is his choice. I don't want any more friction than there already is. Ahlen said: Aidan seems interesting to me because he'd most likely be the moral voice to contrast the jaded Shepard and the rest of the crew, since most of them seem to trust Shepard so much that they're not going to do much to oppose her. Seems like it has the potential for the most interesting dynamic. Click to expand... You know, I really like that reasoning. I'm sure DE will too, and I don't think she'll have any problem with bringing Kaiden in. And if for some reason she can't think of a good way to get him on the ship, well we're all creative folks here. We can probably bombard her with more ideas than she'd know what to do with. LeoHawk, you're a gentleman and a scholar. I'd tip my hat to you, but I haven't got a hat. I'm sure Dizzy can magic up a hat or something. It is with great luck that I do have a hat.*tips, then holds out to Nichols*Get don't wear hats, so you can have this one. -skitters into room with a handful of hats-Oh... There is no need form magic hats? Bummer. Totally haven't read much on the last page...but from what I saw... People without any characters can have dibs...unless someone else has already started posting with the character they wanted. But if no posts have been made, then those people currently without anyone, can have dibs over someone who already has someone.Dhow you work that out, is up to you guys. Other than that, all seems good to me. That only made sense after I read it three times. Anyway the dibs stuff is moot, I'm sticking with my original choice in Aidan. So one question, then. Where's the Normandy, currently? I looked through the posts but still not quite sure. I figure the Alliance sent Aidan to try and locate Shepard. Perhaps they were secretly monitoring Terminus system mercenary groups seeing that, well, Shepard had been running into them a lot lately. But I'm open to suggestions if anyone else has an idea for how he might enter. I kind of stuffed up here.Currently, the Normandy is sitting in the space crater (lol) where the Collector Base used to be. Beyond the Omega 4 Relay. But since the Blue Sun's group wouldn't be there. The Normandy is going to have to jump back through it, which it's done before now. So whoever makes the shuttles leaving the ship post, can include that we jumped back through etc. in brief. Hope that helps. Yeah, that definitely addresses my main confusion, thank you. Though I am not sure if this helps, I am going to incorporate what you said and what I had said previously. If the Alliance wants to find Shepard, the only way to do that, is the method the collectors were using. Be where the Alliance thinks Shepard might go. Like... While still keeping tabs on this weapons thing the Blue Suns have got going on.... Iron't know how to... say what I am thinking into words. Just do the whole, "ambush," thing. The terrain offers great coverage for a small Alliance vessel. And no doubt when heads start rolling, Kaiden ingoing to see the action and confront the team or get caught in the cross fire and be forced to assist... or what have you. There are my thoughts. Take it or leave it. XD Yeah, that was kinda my thought, too. Also since we've established the Normandy has to make a return through the relay, it's possible they're monitoring it as well. But I'll wait to see where things go exactly before deciding which entrance I wish to make. Alright, I'm out. I am not going to bust my ass to manage and maintain a thread and story for someone else. I wasn't overly thrilled about the concept, but I was willing to work with it to have fun. There is no direction, no motivation, and a lot of headaches. I have gotten together with a few other people, and I'm going to do a different ME RP thread. As for Normandy Renegade. I am done with it. Sorry to anyone who wanted me to stay around, but I am not going to let a recreational activity turn in to work. It's okay. My inability to really stay in this one is the main reason it's probably doomed to fail. If you do make another Mass Effect thread, give us a heads-up. It may be a better alternative to continuing this one. Cheers. I have started the threads for a different Mass Effect based RP. The IOC is the best place to start if you want to learn more. I'd recommend anyone who is interested in continuing to RP in a Mass Effect setting to transfer over to Nicholas thread. It looks like it will be perfect. And he's more active than I am.

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A mage and her hero [A Translucent Bard and his Innocence]

"Kara, go to the Wither Rose School in the human lands, infiltrate their world and gain their trust. Only once you have accomplished your task may you be acknowledged as my heir." Those were the words my father said to me before teleporting me to the human lands. I awoke on an unfamiliar bed that smelt of cheap soap. A human woman with bright blue eyes was by my side. She asked me for my name. I answered." Kara... Kara Hindemith." It was a lie. The human nurse told me I was found by some farmers in the middle of their field. I was brought to the school and treated. Feigning the amnesia trick, pretending to know nothing of myself other than my name, the school soon took me in as one of their students. Originally I was assigned to one of the Scholar quarters. But I didn't get along with the students there and accidentally used my demonic powers to burn one of the girl's hair off. Well, she was too hot headed after all. After that I was reassigned to the Mages' quarters. My uniform had changed. I now wore a black knee-length dress that matched my jet black hair. Over that, a red full body cloak, a slightly darker shade than my blood-red eyes. Because my father had sealed away half my abilities, along with my horns, tail and wings, the humans do not suspect me to be a demon. Sure there are rumors floating around...' The orphan girl is actually a demon!'but no hard evidence. It has been 2 months now since I entered the human lands. I try not to get close to these humans... after all, they will all die eventually. Valor was the son of a local Arch mage. His father, known now just as Arch mage Rail, is a renowned defender of core knowledge of the mage's school Wither Rose. From the young age of 9 Valor was told he was to follow in his fathers footsteps no matter how much he protested. Kale, as his friends called him, was gifted with a blade, not a tome or staff. He secretly practiced his combat with the local guard, and had hopes of being a military leader. Unfortunately now, over a decade later, he was doing what he was told, studying at Wither Rose. Kale returned to his quarters after class, frustrated with another day's work, he talked to his room-mate." Kale, you hear about that new girl?"" The pretty brunette?"" No! The Demon! You know, the one that lit the girls' hair on fire??" his room-mate gossiped." Haven't heard of her. I doubt she's a demon. We all are in a way, using words to destroy lives and also to impress people with can trips. It's silly really." Kale retorted. "I'm going to go out for a jog." Kale changed out of his uniform, and put on his casual clothing, which consisted of hiking boots, a t- shirt and ragged pants. The clothing was no doubt not allowed, but he didn't care much for the rules here anyway. The only thing that made his stay here was the thrill of always breaking rules, he thought to himself as he slid a concealed blade into his boot." See ya." Late at night, out of my quarters, and cold.... Pulling my cloak tighter around me, I continued to practice my magic. Not the demonic kind, but the human magic that was being taught. I figured if I could master both kinds, I would be able to use one against the other. Holding onto my oak wood staff that was nearly as tall as me, I began enchanting some human nonsense out loud. A dim light appeared, before quickly fading away. Nothing..." Aurgh!!! This is stupid anyway!!!! When am I ever going to need to know how to make a light take the form of an animal??" I pout. Human magic was difficult for me to grasp, especially the non-destructive kind. To make myself feel better, I drop the staff and practice some magic my elder brothers had taught me. Placing my hands in front of me, I form to bright red spheres. I begin to juggle them. As I throw one in the air, I create another, then another, then another, until I'm juggling 5 fireballs. It was difficult for my to master, but it was a trick my brothers taught me, and for that it made me feel happy. Once I had let my guard down they would turn on me and start throwing the fire in my direction. Lesson learned, don't get distracted by fancy tricks. Without even realizing it I had already begun to smile. It was getting late, but Kale didn't care. He had finished his run but was just wandering around the grounds. It was a large area, so he had plenty of places to duck and hide if any of the mages ended up finding him doing something "illegal". Kale started to cast little can trips as he walked. He could understand the small, useless tricks they taught to increase focus and that's what he ended up caring about. He summoned a colored light, then a flower. Then he lit the flower on fire, and had the flame turn into more lights. He shrugged to himself. "Useless" he muttered. He was about back to his dormitory, only about a half mile walk left when he decided to take the long route. He decided to walk by the girls grounds, just to see if he could find any company, and if not, at least he wasn't in his dorm waiting for tomorrow. Still enjoying myself, the keen sense of hearing picked up on the sound of footsteps. Quenching the fireballs, I grabbed my staff and cast a camouflage spell to hide myself. Unfortunately for me... the spell is a human spell. Instead of blending into the background, a tree begins to grow from underneath me." Woah!!" I cry out loud as I suddenly find myself holding onto a tree branch. Kale hears a cry, and he turns to find it. "Hey. Who's there?" Cautiously he steps toward the sound, not wanting to startle whoever is there more than they already sound startled. "I'm not going to hurt you, please don't... uh. Kill me." he says as he is about to turn the corner.Finally, he turns the corner to see a girl holding onto a branch. He steps forward and holds out his hand, casting light to see more clearly. "Hey... what's going on? Are you okay?" he asks, walking closer, and more confidently now. "Need some help? My name is Kale! I'm a student here, over on the west side." he calls out, again making sure she isn't startled. Hearing a human boy's voice I cling on even tighter. It was embarrassing to be seen like this. "S-shut up!! I don't care who you are!! J-just don't come any closer!!" My staff had already fallen to the ground, and I was clinging on with both my arms and my legs. I bet in some way I looked like a monkey or a sloth hanging from a tree. The manner in which my legs were wrapped around the branch made my dress fall to my stomach, thus revealing my pure white panties. If the human boy came any closer he would definitely see them. My face flushed a hot red just thinking about it. "G-go away!!!" I demanded, but it probably sounded more like a plea. Kale takes a step back, throwing his hands up. "Woah, I'm not here to hurt you. Here, let me help." He raises his hand a shrinks the tree, another spell he never thought he would use. "Just jump down now, It's like 3 feet!" He calls from his now retreated position. He picks up her staff and holds it out to her, trying to be friendly. "Hey, what's your name? I'm Kale." He says calming, smiling to the girl in front of him. [switching to third person]Kara was now able to jump down... but first... "T-turn away at least!! You pervert!" She waited for the human to look the other way before swinging her legs down and letting go of the tree. Like a cat, she landed on all fours. Her face flustered at the idea that she needed help from a human to get out of a godforsaken tree. Grabbing her staff, the demon girl didn't even bother to thank Kale." I heard you the first time." She said while flipping her long black hair over her shoulders. "Just because you helped me do not mean I am obligated to give my name." Even though Kale towered over the girl, he was taken back. "Pervert? I just heard you yell, and figured you were in trouble. Damn." He just shakes his head and turns to leave. "You're welcome. Next time, I leave you in the damn tree." he scoffed as he walked away, shaking his head. He turns back around the corner and stands there for a second thinking about what the hell just happened in the first place. "I don't get these girls. Half of em love me, the other half are... like that." he says, talking to himself. As Kale walked away Kara stuck her tongue out to him, even though he couldn't see. "Hmph... Stupid humans... think they're so great." With that she decided to call it a night. But she couldn't really sleep very well. For some odd reason she couldn't help but think about the human boy. The next day, the female mages were going to meet with the male mages. The teacher had told them that they would need to cooperate with one another for some upcoming tests. The stood at the main court in a messy cluster. The court itself was shaped to resemble a checkerboard. Standing at the back of the crowd, Kara stared off into the distance, she wasn't interested in working with the human boys. The girls in her class however had other opinions." Kya!! I'm so excited! I wonder who my partner will be?"" I heard you get paired up with someone depending on your grades."" I hope I'm with Valor, he's such a dreamboat." Kara's attention was drawn. Without realizing it she had repeated the name out loud. "Valor?" This made the girls near her turn to her. Some with a glare, others with amazement." What's it to you? Demon girl?" One girl, possibly the top of the class, snorted. Kara merely rolled her eyes. Another girl came beside her, her blue eyes filled with stars. "D-don't tell me, Kara that you're interested in boys too?"" W-what? Don't be stupid!" Kara snapped back. The demon was already betrothed to someone back home, so of course she would not be interested in any other boys, especially human ones. Kale slept in that day, not caring much for schedules. He didn't realize right away upon waking up that today was the day he'd get paired with a female mage counterpart until his room-mate checked in on him." Kale, bud, get up! You have like 20 minutes until pairings!" Leon Ellen was Kale's room-mate, a year older than him and quite a bit more dedicated to the cause. Billy, as he was known to his friends, made sure Kale didn't fail out most days, and was all around a huge asset to Kale's life." Pairings? Billy, what are you. oh, god." Kale finally came to, jumping out of his bed and getting dressed. He was going to be late, and that would mean he'd either miss his pairing, or get slotted last. He rushed out, grabbing his gear and near-sprinting his way to the grounds. Furthermore, he stood in line and acted like he'd been there all along. Hopefully he wouldn't miss out, but it was a crap shoot at this point. Kales grades were average, but his personal test scores were some of the highest on campus. He excelled at all the physical tests, due to all of his combat training, and a lot of the reaction/combat tests he also preformed well so that compensated for his well below average academic tests. He had no idea who he was going to be paired with, but he smiled at some of the girls that were looking his way. Kara didn't notice the figure dash in from behind as she was too preoccupied with the girl trying to get information out of her." What type of guy do you like Kara? Do you like any of the guys in school? How about one of the teachers?? Oh my god a student teacher relationship!! So romantic!!" The demon girl was nearly at the end of her fuse as she clenched her fist and could feel her hand heating up. Luckily for the human girl her name was being called up next." Farell Nadeem! And Leon Ellen!" As Fall spun around, she gave Kara a wave goodbye as though they had been friends the whole time. Her flowing long blond hair swayed like threads of gold, as she stepped onto the center of the court and faced her partner. An enchantment was said and a light shone before disappearing. Kara was at a lost of words. "W-what was that light?" She asked anyone that was willing to answer. But no one was." Next up! Kara Hindemith, and Valor ---"An uproar from the girls could be heard as the boy's name was mentioned. As if on cue, half the girls turned to Kara with a menacing glare.[Truth is I don't know Kale's last name, so I had to cut the teacher off lol] (ETH, I'd assume it's the same as his fathers :-P, but that's no big)Kale watched as various partnerships were formed. His room-mate with a girl he hardly new, seemed to be fine, he thought. By the looks of things he figured he was next so he stepped forward almost in time with his name." Kara Hindemith and Valor..." he heard, and saw, the girl he would be partnered with. He didn't immediately recognize her, but he smiled and waved anyway. He stepped onto the circle in the center of the courtyard. As the girl walked forward to meet him he held out his hand with another smile. "Call me Kale, most of my friends do. Nice to meet you Kara." he said calmly. Things like this didn't bother him, and he'd rather be getting matched up with a random girl he didn't know than stuck behind a textbook studying spells. Since Kara hadn't really seen Kale's face from last night, all she had to go on was his name. In the center of the court, for everyone to see, the boy introduced himself and Kara realized. "Ah!!!" She let out a surprised cry before bringing her right hand up to her mouth. "You're from last night!" She exclaimed, taking a step back. But it was too late, the enchantment had been cast and a light was shone around the two. The two become bounded. The rules of the binding were simple, stay close together, protect one another, and pass together. If one of them were to fail then the other one would too. The light enveloped his body and he barely heard the exclamation before the binding ritual was complete, and they were ushered off of the stone circle. He pulled her aside and held her still for a second." Wait, you're the girl in the tree? Figures, just my luck." he said, rolling his eyes. "Alright listen, I know we didn't get off to the right start, but I'm going to need you to help me pass, and you're going to need to make sure I don't ruin your grade, so let's just try this out, alright?" he asked, hoping she'd take a different approach than the last night. His eyes seemed as if they were begging for a chance, not in a pathetic manner, but almost an over-confident one. "There's no reason to make this harder than it needs to be, right?" Fiery red eyes of frustration glared at the human boy. She did not hear a word that he said. Instead, she formed a ball of blue fire, hotter than red flame. "If you die it means I won't have a partner right?"" Kara~!!" A familiar shrilling voice called out. The blond human girl from before approached the two mages, a gleeful look in her eye. "Isn't this great? You got to be partnered up with Valor! All the other girls are jealous! Hi Valor! I'm Fall." The girl was overly familiar with everyone. Extinguishing her flame, Kara asked the situation she was place in and turned to walk away. "Listen, 'Kale', I have no interest whatsoever working with you, and one way or another I will get out of this arrangement." She started walking towards the library. Farell tried to comfort Kale. "Don't mind her, she acts cold but deep inside I know she is just like every other girl and actually wants to be protected." On the other side of the court, a few of Valor's fangirls were plotting something sinister. Kale shook his head. Even when he tried to be nice he got nothing done. Figures that the girl he gets put with doesn't have any interest in him, unlike some of the others. He looks at Fall, cracking a slight smile. "Hopefully she'll come around. Thanks though." With another exasperated look he walks to some of his friends, and his room-mate, who are all talking about their partners." Eilly, what the hell sup with her?" Kale asks his room-mate. "She asked if she could KILL me!"" Kale, I told you man, that's the demon girl. She's crazy. Absolutely crazy." Leon responded, laughing. "Good luck man, I heard she's a good student, you'll be fine on the grade front, and we'll keep you sane!" The guys couldn't contain their laughter, and kale rolled his eyes in response." Alright, I'm going to go find her." Kale finally says after a while when he turns back to see she disappeared. He starts to walk after the way he saw her take off to, and he figured she was just going to go towards the library or study rooms. In an isolated corner of the library up on the third floor where hardly anyone had been over the years, Kara sat on the floor reading through a book of potion making. She couldn't understand why she was paired up with that boy. Sure her grades were good, but they weren't the best. She had a good understanding of the theory of magic, but not the practice. The only human magic she could master was the destructive and elemental kind. Shouldn't the pairings accommodate offense with defense? "Humans are stupid." She muttered, closing her book." Sounds like demon talk to me." A voice spoke out from among the books. Standing to guard, Kara looked around but found no one, if someone was around she would have heard them enter the floor long before. "Who's there?" There was no response. Instead, a green light was cast around her, catching her off guard. "What the--" She tried to use a shielding spell, that was when she realized her magic would not work. The light from before had been an enchantment to temporarily disable the use of magic. After realizing this, a figure appeared before her. A few figures actually, an orc, a troll, and a golem. "Oh great." She muttered, gripping her staff. Kale asked around as he started walking into the library. "Anyone see Kara? I think she ran this way?" he asked a few librarians and guards. Nobody saw anything, and he grew tired of searching. After checking the first and second floors he sat down on the steps, muttering to himself about the dumb system this school implemented. "Why don't they let us choose? It'd make more sense that way. I would get one of the cute girls who studied hard, and I'd complete the trials. Easy. Nothing can ever be easy." he complained. He stood up and was about to walk downstairs, figuring Kara snuck out a back door or something when he saw the faint glow of green above him. Confused, he turned back around and slowly walked up the stairs. He wasn't the most stealthy person around, but whatever was happening was enough commotion that he didn't have to be. Standing behind a bookshelf he leaned over, peering towards the light. He saw Kara, and a few figures facing her, having her trapped in some sort of binding spell. He bent over, picking up his short-blade out of his leather leg armor that he wore, and started to make his way closer, avoiding detection by using tables and shelves as cover. Every time he moved he tried to catch Kara's eye, and if he did, he tried to make the "Shh" sound by putting his finger to his lips. The three people in front of her wouldn't be any trouble if he could get the jump on them, he figured. The troll was the first to advance closer, with the other two staying behind on guard. What where these creatures doing in the school library to begin with? Kara was getting ready to fight in hand-to-hand combat if she had to. That's when she noticed Kale, acting like a ninja. Ducking under tables and hiding behind bookshelves. It infuriated Kara to think that once again she would need to be saved by a human, let alone the same one within the span of 24 hours. As the troll suddenly launched into attack mode, Kara lifted her staff up and got ready to counter. The Orc and Golem soon followed behind. Kara wouldn't be able to take on three at once. Kale saw the advance of the three creatures and quickly acted in a trained fashion. First, he grabbed the Orc on the left, holding his hand against its vocal cords, then slamming his palm hard against It's chin, sending the Orc to the ground with a crash. After that, he pulled out the short-blade and pointed it directly at the Golem. "You two, back off right now and I won't slay you on the spot. I'm no mage you've met so far, And the last thing you will feel is the cold steel of my blade against your flesh as I send you back into the depths of where you came." His voice thundered out, not a sign of fear in his body at all. The Golem he was facing lunged at him, which was easily parried and deflected, followed by a slam of Kale's boot into it's chest, pushing it back. Kale capitalized, rushing forward, using his momentum to send the Golem to the ground, and putting his blade into its chest, spearing the creature straight through his stomach. He looked over at Kara, hoping she'd be able to take the troll, as his blade was now unsalvageable, bent and destroyed from the Golems center of mass. As he turned, the Golem that Kale presumed to be dead kicked at his legs, sending Kale falling to the ground. After crashing to the ground, Kale rolled quickly, avoiding the first of the Golem as it was thrown. Kale reacted again, rotating around behind the slow Golem, and taking his boot to the back of the golems head, snapping its neck and sending the Golem down for good. He stood atop two dead bodies, and rushed to help Kara finish off the Troll. "Kara, are you okay?" he called out as he moved closer to the troll, offering his aid once again. Kara was only a little bit impressed by the human boy, but of course she would not admit that. As Kale took down the Orc and the Golem, Kara felt with the Troll in her own fashion. She had been trained with her brothers, and found that due to her small and frail figure, her best options were not to go in charging like Kale, but to tire and confuse her opponent. Holding her staff, Kara called out to the troll "Catch!" before throwing the wooden pole at it. Instinctively it caught the thing, first mistake. With that Kara ducked and maneuvered her way behind the trolls legs, kicking it behind the knees to make it fall to the floor. The troll, still holding her staff, swung the thing backwards, sending Kara off to the side. "Surf..." She moaned, getting back up. If she could use her magic this wouldn't be a problem. By this time Kale had already decapitated the Golem's head. To think... she was about to lose to a human once again. Amazing how competitiveness drives a person. Getting back up, even with blood oozing from the side of her head where the staff had come in contact with it, Kara played another trick. "Oh what's that behind you!" She shouted out while pointing behind the troll. The creature not being so bright, once again got distracted, turning to Kale. This gave Kara the opportunity to leap up and jump onto the troll's shoulders. Her knees were bent as she grabbed onto it's head and twisted her body until she heard a 'snap'. The troll fell to the floor. Kara retrieved her staff, holding it with her left hand as her right hand covered her bleeding wound. "Of course I'm ok, I don't need you're help." Not the thankful type, is she? Avoiding eye contact with her partner, Kara's body shook a little form the aftershock. It was obvious someone was out to get her. Giving Kale a sideways glance, she figured the boy could be of some used to her. If that were the case, it meant she would have OT get on his good side. "Hey." She drew his attention in. "For a mage, you know how to fight." Not really much of a compliment as it was more of a statement... but it would have to do. Kale watched as his partner got tossed across the room, and he winced, and nodded as the troll once again fell for simple tricks. Before she could protest he walked over to her, and took hold of her arm, overpowering her and sitting her down in a chair. It was his turn to not respond, as he was focused on keeping his partner in good condition. He rose his hand up, then ran his fingers across the bloody wound on the side of her scalp, slowly closing the wound and stopping the bleeding. He was impressed with himself, as some of the spells his father taught him finally came in handy. After he made sure she was fine he looked at her, cracked a confident smile, and turned away. 'Two can play this game' he thought, as he started to walk away from her. Pulling his blade out of the Golem's body, he put it back in his leg armor and made his way to the stairs before calling back. "Next time, don't expect me to be there. You don't want me, you don't get me." Immediately he started down the stairs, leaving his partner behind with three dead bodies on the floor, and his voice ringing in her head. The demon girl blushed as the human got too close for comfort, she tried to turn her head away from him, but he held her in his hands and fixed her right up. Human magic sure was something. It was too bad Kara would probably never be able to master the healing magics. As quickly as he came, he let just as well. Trying to act cool and heroic. Kara was dumbfounded, before she stood up and declared "I didn't need you to come to this time either!" Before finishing her statement off with "Why do you keep appearing out of nowhere anyway? Are you a stalker or something!!??" The whole library could hear her, all three floors full. Students all around turned their focus on the two. Eventually the teachers arrived, questioning only Kara about what had happened in the library as Kale had already long since escaped. On the other side of the school in a quiet dark room, a couple of girls stood around an orb. It projected the events occurring within the library. One of the girls bit her lip. "Surf! This only made things worse!" Not hearing any of her complaints or retorts, Kale just smiled as he knew she would eventually come around. He wandered to a social hall in the center of the school, and sat, sipping some tea he made for himself as he chatted with a few of the people that often frequented the hall. "Yeah, I heard some crazy stuff went down in the library today." Kale said, innocently to a few friends. "Did you guys hear what happened?"" I just heard that Kara caused more trouble. Figures that you get stuck with her!" A student replied. "How are you going to deal with the semester?"" I don't know, There's no way she'll do it alone, and even if she does then I get a free grade and move on." Kale shrugged. He wasn't worried that Kara wouldn't warm up to him. He already proved he was capable, and even though she pretended to be displeased with him, he saw her blush and look at him with a little bit of admiration. Furthermore, he wouldn't have left her to clean up the mess they made if he thought she genuinely hated him. After spending hours in the counselor's chamber, explaining that;"1. No, I did not summon those creatures2. No, I did not kill all those creatures and3. No, nobody else got hurt"She noticed the one question not being asked was'Are you ok Kara?'. Closing the door behind her and entering into the hallway, the wondering eyes of her fellow students gazed at her with disapproval and disgust. Her time spent at the school was becoming more and more unbearable. She wanted to go home. To do that she would need to finish school. If only there was a way to speed things up. With a defeated look on her face, the girl walked down the hallway and made her way back to her room. Passing the social hall her eyes met with a familiar person. "YOU!" Kara called out to Kale, stomping in like she owned the place. "You just left me there to clean up that mess! Do you know how much of an earful I got from that stupid counselor? That woman thinks I'm to blame for all of this!" She was making a scene. Kale grinned as he heard her storm in behind him. He immediately turned around and put a confused look on his face. "I left you in where? I don't know what you're talking about!" he exclaimed, stifling a smile. "I heard you got into some trouble up in the library. Took out three creatures by yourself? You really might be a good partner. Without magic, I would have put you only taking down one. Looks like I underestimated you." he spoke confidently. After he finished talking he stood up, finishing his tea and setting it down on the table. He started to walk past her, purposely letting his shoulder push past hers as he exited. As he passed he spoke quietly "You're welcome." As he left the room he turned the corner and went out the door, expecting her to follow him. She was pissed off, to the point of having trouble containing her demonic powers. But she wasn't as hot headed as the humans were. Oh no, she was probably worse. "Jerk face!" She shouted at him as he left the room. Standing silent for a moment, screening the room for the eyes fixated on her. Kara made her way to the door to exit. Just as she did so she created a wolf made out of yellow flames, a pretty weak fire, but it was all that was needed. The wolf was elevated and did not touch the floor, but it was able to run around the social hall frightening the other students. Most of which panicked and ran outside. Kara trailed behind her so-called partner. "Hey!" She called out to him several times. "I said hey!" Eventually catching up she grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Don't you walk away from me again!!" As she grabs his shoulder he spins immediately on his heel. When he faces her he grabs her arm and pushes her backwards against a wall. His actions were forceful but not meant to induce pain. "Or else what" he said, his tone upset. "You don't get to storm into our social hall and make a scene like that. I don't care who you think you are. I saved your ass back there, and you know it." He spoke confidently, and his words enunciated perfectly." You need me, and you know it, so stop with your charade and be thankful for once, you ungrateful piece of work." he let go of her and took a step back. Now about three feet between them, he stared into her eyes. "What's up with you anyway?" he demanded. He was growing tired of all the drama she was creating and just wanted to end all the silliness that was happening. The sudden turn of event came as a shock to Kara as she found herself pinned up against the wall. Her blood-red eyes stared into his own as the boy spoke with a stern and dominant voice. The demon girl frowned. As he backed off she only felt even more annoyed.' Who did I think I was? I know exactly who I am! I'm the heir to the netherworld!' Of course, she couldn't say that out loud. She had to continue feigning any memory of her past. She could always use the 'I don't know who I am and that frustrates me' line. Instead, she scoffed." Hmph, what's up with me? I could ask you the same question." She pointed a finger at him accusingly. "Out late after lights out, a mage carrying around knives and weaponry, and those moves you pulled back there? Those are not things you just learn from reading action novels." They both had their secrets. "What are you, a spy or something?" The demon crossed her arms in front for her chest. He shakes his head at her defensiveness. "Normally I wouldn't play your game, but I'll indulge you once. I'm the son of an Arch mage, one of the deans of the university we attend. Not only that but I've been under the training of the Imperial guard for years, against my fathers will. I go out at night to practice my swordplay, and I only return here to make my father happy. I'm no mage. All of this magic is only a mere secondary part of battle. True warriors fight with blades and their bodies, not their words and brains." Clearly agitated, his words are filled with spite. "Besides, you should be thankful I was around. You'd be dead if I didn't disobey what the mage's direct orders." Kale was frustrated, but his eyes didn't leave hers. He wanted to make a point that he was strong, and beyond worthy of her partnership in his eyes. "Just be glad what happened did." Kara raised a brow, and also a smirk. The boy had just given her some good blackmailing material. A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Hah! So what's that, you're just afraid of confronting your father then?" She leaned back against the wall behind her and teased the boy. "Ah I see, I know your type. Daddywas never proud of you no matter what you did, so you play the hero expecting all the girls to fall to your feet and worship the ground you walk on." She shook her head, feeling pity for the human boy. "Fine, thank you for acting like the hero only to serve your own self validation." If they only way this guy can feel like he is worth anything is to have someone else tell him, so then Kara truly did feel sorry for him. Once again poking her finger at her partner Kara continued. "Other than that, it's apparent that someone is trying to kill me." A momentary pause. "Not that you care.... So how am I supposed to be glad of this?" She figured the culprit would have to be someone who had a good understanding or summoning spells. He rolled his eyes. Typical, he thought, that a girl would immediately pinpoint his actions based on insecurity. "I've told my father plenty of times that I don't care for this gibberish. He wants to see me finish school, and won't have it any other way, so I'm here." He shook his head, not caring what she said past this point. It was all just trying to get under his skin, he figured." Yeah, looks like it. From the way you treated me, I can imagine why, too." he spoke bitterly. "You seem like you can handle yourself, or so you think." he started to walk away again. "Don't chase after me again this time, you said you don't need my help, then prove it." he continued to walk, not looking back. This time it wasn't to be dramatic, he really didn't care for her bitter tongue anymore. He'd help her if she genuinely asked for it, he thought to himself. Once she realizes that she actually can't do everything alone then things will go a lot smoother. "Hmph whatever." She scoffed turning to walk in the opposite direction. She was going to find out who was out to get her and make them feel a world of pain. That night, Kara returned to the scene of the crime, the library. She thought she'd be able to find some clues while she was there. Of course the place was abandoned, library hours close at 8 on school nights. She had snuck in through one of the windows. Melting it down then remaking it to seem like nothing had happened at all. Her wooden heels made clonking noises with every step that she took. The light from the moon seeping in through the transparent windows, allowing her to see. Up on the third floor, where no one ever goes, she searched every crevice for some kind of clue. Of course anything incriminating that had once been there would now be gone. The school had cleaned up quite well, believing that Kara had been the ones to summon the creatures and make a ruckus." Stupid school." She muttered. Kale was out again for his nightly run, and he ran past the library as he usually did, not seeing anything on his first pass, he thought nothing of it. It was rather an uneventful jog, nobody was out, and the people he did see were just as they always were, friendly but not inclined for conversation. On his way back, he noticed the shadows bouncing off of a figure inside the library, and immediately thought the worst. "What the hell could that be. Kara. Damnit." he muttered to himself. He ran up to the window, and tried to pry it open, with no success. After about 10 minutes of trying to find a way in, he gave up and turned to leave. On his way out he noticed a shadow coming from the direction he ran in. He immediately crouched, and leaned against the wall. He thought to himself that he might as well be cursed, partnered with Kara. Being an eerily quiet night, any noises made were even more apparent than they were during the day. The sound of a window being forced open echoed against the large stone walls. Following the direction of the clanking, Kara made her way to the first floor of the library. To a corner over on the west side a figure could be seen at the window. Kara hid in the shadows, making sure the intruder couldn't see her. In a way... she was also an intruder. Getting closer, the figure's face can into view. Her face turned sour. "He really is a stalker isn't he...." She muttered. When the demon noticed her partner duck against the wall as if he was hiding, she debated over her two options.1. Let him get caught and get into trouble...2. Save him. With a raised brow and sigh, she walked over to the window and opened it. If Kale was caught he would surely inform someone that Kara was inside. After all, everybody loved Kale. Reaching her hand outside she grabbed the human male and yanked him into the library with force. The two ducked as Kara closed the window, placing her index finger to her pursed lips to make a 'shhh' sound like he had just earlier today. Footsteps from outside came closer. "You really are stalking me aren't you." She whispered with mockery. He immediately notices Kara before she pulled him inside, and he gave her a little jump to help her pull him inside. Rolling his eyes he looked at her as he got back on his feet. "Yeah, I don't have anything better to do than stalk you." he said sarcastically. "No, I was jogging, and you're really not as sneaky as you thought you were." he said, and he started to move along the wall towards the back end of the library. "I don't know what's out there, but I really don't want to find out. Follow me, there's a way out back here." He leads her to an area behind the librarians' desk along the east wall, and opened a door, which lead to a break room with another door on the opposite wall. "Just a back entrance they use to get in and out of here as employees." he stated. "What were you doing in here anyway?" he raised his voice back to a normal tone, figuring they were safe. "You can't just wonder into the buildings on campus past closing hours, you know that." Kara raised a brow before rolling her eyes and sighing, triple exasperation. "Same could be said about you stalker boy." Kara placed her ear to the door, listening for the footsteps. The came and went as thought nothing had happened. Turning back to Kale she answered his question. "Look, someone out there is trying to kill me, and I'm not going to just sit around waiting for it to happen." Opening to door she entered back into the library and made her way up the stairs to the third floor." I know three things about my enemy, 1. They're able to use high level summoning magic; 2. There's more than one of them; and 3. They were able to summon creatures to attack me without even being in the vicinity." She didn't know why she was unloading all her information on to him, he probably didn't even care. Either way she kept going. "The third point is most important, there's only so many ways a person can someone a creature from a distance, I just need to figure out which method they used. " He kept moving, opening the back door quickly and quietly, checking to see if anyone was out there. "Looks clear tome." he said, turning to look at her and he smiled. "Is that your way of finally asking for help? Because I know how they summoned the creatures." he turned back and stepped outside, pulling her with him. He moved quickly, checking corners as he walked back out to the courtyard where they were bound together earlier." I'll help you on two conditions." he finally said. "One, you stop treating me like I'm nothing to you. That one should be the easy one." he laughed a little, then looked into her eyes. "The second, you trust me when we're together. You don't seem quick to trust, which I get, but you're going to have to give me a chance." his voice was sincere, as he had no intent of making this difficult. "You see this circle we stood on earlier? " He asked, while stomping his foot into the ground. "We can't undue that magic, it's in the books now. So no matter how hard you fight, you're screwed without me." He stood back and held out his hand for a handshake, which he figured was a reasonable request to seal an agreement to work together. Kara had her hand to her chin as though in a contemplating pose. 'So many ways...' she repeated quietly to herself. When she heard Valor's comment about asking for help she didn't even bother to reply. She didn't need or want his help, or so she told herself. It was the second part of his statement that drew in her interest. "You whey--?" She was about to question him before being pulled at his own pace. They were outside again. She listened to his conditions, they seemed reasonable enough, but to the demon girl they seemed like he was asking for an arm and a leg. "TSK, fine I'll treat you like a stalker then, stalker boy." She had come up with a new nickname for her partner... what a shame. The two found themselves back at the courtyard, the moonlight reflecting off the white marble and limestone tiles around them. It was a somewhat romantic setting. When Kale put his hand out to be shaken, Kara crossed her arms, staring intensively at the boy's larger hands. "I won't trust you, that I know, no matter how much you want me to try I know that I can never trust you. At least I can be honest about that." Outreaching her hand she quickly shook Kale's for just a fraction of a second. "But I can pretend to if that works for you too." she smirked. She was good at pretending. Letting go of his hand the demon girl took an extra step back. "So, how did they summon the creatures? Oh, model student and object of every girl's affection, the great Valor?" She teased. He watched her reaction and laughed to himself. She really was odd. It would take some time to get used to, but he'd be able to keep up with her attitude. It wasn't what he was used to, but he knew that it would most likely be a lot more fun trying to get her to slow down. "Treat me like a stalker? That's not going to work." he said, smirking. Upon hearing her response to the second request, he shook his head. "Zero for Two? Not going to cut it." he said simply. "How bout I go do this alone, and you go do whatever you want to do inside the library again. I'm not one to share my secrets on a deal not made." his tone was in the same teasing inflection as hers, but then turned from her, and started to run. He knew he was faster than her, outrunning, and losing her, wouldn't be a problem as long as he used his knowledge of campus to his advantage. "But--" Her words were cut off as the human boy dashed off. "Coward!" She called out, chasing after him. The boy was fast, very fast. If Kara hadn't been brought up as a demon she probably would have just continued to futilely chase after him. Instead, she tripped. "Ah!!" Falling to the ground with her face buried within the grass. "WWW..." She moaned. Hoping he would play the hero once again. He turned around to watch her fall, and unlike she had figured, he just smirked. Though he was there to save her, she wasn't in any danger, and he knew it. Besides, he had a bigger plan in mind, to figure out who had been summoning things at and around his partner. He called back. "Tomorrow, noon, same lounge you made a scene in earlier. I'll get you a name. He turned the corner, and started walking towards one of the Grand Mage's towers. There were only three places where summoning creatures at a great distance could be accomplished. His fathers, which was locked and the only key in his hands, the dean of the schools, also locked. The only one left would be the summoning chamber's owner's tower. The head professor of summoning to the school had his own orb, and his tower was the easiest to break into. He figured he'd scout out a good way in, and then tomorrow, he'd bring Kara, and they'd figure it out together. He made his way to the north end of the grounds, finally reaching the tower. It seemed relatively secure, a magically barred door with stone paneling around the other walls. Kale had been around too long though, and started searching for illusions that would be in the way. He didn't have the magical strength to dispel one if he found it, but hopefully the two of them could figure it out tomorrow. He started to cast spells at the walls, disheartened to find no illusion until he noticed an out-of-place flag on the south end of the tower. It's colors, he noticed were a little bit off, so he decided tomorrow, they'd try there first. Kara remained with her face in the ground for a while, she didn't plan on actually seriously hurting herself... The next day, around noon, Kara walked down the hallway to the social lounge that Kale had told her to meet with him. On her nose, out in the open for everyone to see, as a bandied. She had cut herself while falling and still couldn't use healing magic to fix herself up. It drew out a few Snickers from her classmates, but she didn't care. She was hell-bent on finding out who was trying to kill her, and kill them first. The black haired demon had nearly reached her destination while a heavy weight was placed on her shoulders." Kara!" Fall was just as much of a stalker as Kale. "I heard you got into a fight in the library yesterday! Are you ok?" She asked with genuine concern. Kara shifted her body to release herself from her classmate's embrace. "Look, it doesn't concern you, so go away." Turning her back to the blond Kara entered into the social hall in search for Kale. He was yet to arrive. Upon her entrance a few of the students left the room in fear of repeating the events of yesterday. She sighed heavily before sitting down on one of the couches and waiting for her partner. Much to her dismay, Fall did so too." I'm waiting for Leon." Her cheerful nature was sickening. Kale woke up the next day and got dressed as normal. He was a little bit late, as per usual, and he didn't really care. He stumbled out of bed, getting a quick drink of water before heading out. On his way down he saw Leon, and he waved. "Hey Billy, what's up?" he asked, still a bit tired." Not much, going to see Fall. She's a cutie, ya know?" Leon bragged, almost a skip in his step. Kale just laughed, shaking his head. He always thought the way Leon did things was funny. He was so naturally talented that he didn't need to work at much, and always was chasing the ladies. "Alright man, So here's the thing, You have to figure out what's up with demon-girl for us, we've been trying to figure out if she's actually insane or just weird." Leon teased." Yeah, Okay man." Kale responded, not playing into the silly games that his room-mate loved to play. They got to the lounge and Kale walked over to Kara, a smile on his face. "Hey there, looks like you tripped pretty hard last night." He chuckled, and raised his hand to her face, healing the small cut on her nose. "You're a mess sometimes, you know?" he teased her, playing her own game. "Let's go, I found ourselves a good spot." He leads her outside, and headed north again, back to the tower. Upon arriving he turned and looked at her. "This is the only place somebody could get to an accessible summoning orb. There are only three of me, and two aren't even a thought to be had. Can you check to see if that flag up there is real? I think it's an illusion to a door." he pointed at the flag with different coloring compared to the rest of them. "And he's so nice, and he's cool, and he had great hair, and..." Kara couldn't take it anymore, the happy chippy little human girl had been going on and on about how great her partner was for the past 20 minutes. There's only so many ways you can praise a person... Once Kale arrives, the demon was actually happy. 'Salvation!' was the word that came to her mind. She waited for him to fix up her nose before pulling the bandied off. "Up yours." She retorted before leaving the room with him. Fall waved goodbye, but the gesture was not reciprocated. "They would make a cute couple don't you think Leon?" The girl suggested to her partner. The two made their way to the north tower. "What are we doing here?" She asked while looking up. As Kale explained, a question formed in the girl's mind. "How do you know so much about the school? Your father couldn't have possibly let you in on all this..." It was new to her, the ideology that a father would trust his child so much. Kara was a little jealous to be honest. Looking over at the so-called flag, Kara tilted her head to the side. "Of course it's an illusion, can't you tell?" Her eyes were different to his, low level illusions like the camouflage one were easy for her to discover. Especially if the real object and the abstract one are completely different, like a flag and a door. "Look I'll show you." Making a small miniature mouse out of white flames, the mouse was sent scaling up the wall, coming in contact with the so-called flag. However, it did not burn, instead it was almost as if the flag wasn't even there. "See?" With the snap of her finger the mouse disintegrated into the air." So you're saying whoever summoned those creatures was in that tower yesterday afternoon?" He laughed as she taunted him. "You're lucky to have me, you'd bleed to death without me being your personal healer!" he smiled at her, not expecting to receive one back. He was surprised at the magic she used. "Er. Kara, flaming animals isn't something they teach here, where did you learn that?" He gave her a suspicious look, but didn't press it much further. As he watched the illusion disappear he answered her question. "Well. My father showed me all of these towers years ago, we've got along well except for the mage/warrior fight we always have." He shrugged it off as it was no big deal. He nodded at her final question. "Yeah, They had to have been. My father doesn't let anyone into his tower, so nobody is going to get in there, and I doubt the dean's tower even has a door. Teleportation seems all the rage these days. It has to be this tower." He looks at her and shrugs, then gets a wicked grin on his face. "Oh, hold on." he says, holding out his arm as he mutters a few words under his breath, summoning the tree that Kara is all to familiar with by this point, raising them up to the entrance." In you go." 'Feign the amnesia cliché!!! Feign the amnesia cliché!!' She reminded herself constantly. She was about to reply to him when she suddenly felt the earth shake underneath her. Looking down something began sprouting from the earth. "Oh no..." the words barely managed to escape her lips as the tree started to grow. Losing her footing Kara fell forward right into Kale's arms." Oof!" She said upon collision. The tree eventually stopped growing when it was high enough for the two to enter. Tilting her head back, Kara's rose-red eyes stared straight into her partner's. There are faces too close for comfort. "Week!" She gasped while retracting herself away, face red as a tomato. "I-I'll go in first!" Her words only spoken after she had already opened the door and let herself in. Oddly enough it wasn't locked, the culprits probably forgot to do so before they left. Or maybe security was just loose these days. Entering into the round chamber, Kara's eyes took first notice of the large orb in the middle of the room. It was about the size of a ball, not too big, not too small. He laughed at her as she stumbled into his arms. He easily caught her, and helped set her upright. "Aww, are you okay?" he teased her again, glad that she's no longer yelling at him and finally joking and being friendly. He let his eyes linger on hers for a moment before following her as she ran inside. "Unlocked, really? I'm not convinced whoever is after you is too big a threat. I'd worry more about summons." he commented, checking to make sure his blade was still on his waist. He followed closely behind her, his breath most likely echoing in her ear or running down her neck. He walked at a steady pace, and headed into the center of the room, noting a spiral staircase. "I thought they were on the top floors... at least my father's is." he whispered, trying to make sure he wouldn't disturb anyone who might be in the tower. He walked up to it and peered into it, seeing if it were anything special. "Looks pretty normal, you control it with." he searched the room for a moment. "That panel over there." he pointed to a control panel and then looked back at the orb. "It projects a desired location, and you can summon as if you were there. IT's really useful for the weak or the lazy." Kara continued to search the room, looking for any clothes she could find. "Why is something like this in the school anyway? It's like a lazy security system." Then a thought came to mind as Kara clasped over cheeks with her hands. "W-wait a minute... does this mean they can also watch us when we're... showering.... Oh my god......." Kara felt disgusted and overall sick. The humans were a bunch of sickos. Looking about for something, anything, Kara was about ready to give up. "If only there was a way to look back in time to this time yesterday." That would have required some pretty powerful magic, and most magic related to time and space was banned from being used at school anyway. Something about cheating and spying on others. Noticing her shoelace was undone, Kara bent over to tie it up, as she did so she noticed a slight glimmering thread. Upon closer inspection she found her little piece of evidence. A strand of hair. What kind of hair, long flowing blond hair. "Hey..." She called out to her partner. "Look what I found." Holding up the strand of hair for Kale to see. At least they were able to narrow down the list of suspects now. Kale was busy messing around with the system, figuring out what it could and could not do. "Looks like it has restrictions. Look, I can't get into the dorm rooms, just the hallways, and the bathrooms are also just a black template. Nobody is watching you shower, Kara." he was laughing as he messed around with the interface, and was probably having too much fun with it." We definitely cannot go back in time, that would be pretty messed up anyway. What would you do if you could go back a day or two?" he smiled, and turned to Kara. "Would you try our first meeting over again?" he started to laugh before he saw her pick something up. He walked over when his name was called, and got on one knee to look at it. "Blonde, doesn't help much. Not too long either, so there's no way to guess what in the tells she looks like." He just shrugged. Kara sighed. "At least it's a lead of some sort." She commented, casting a preservation spell that encased the strand in a thin coating of wax, before putting it into her pocket. "Have you found anything else?" She inquired, continuing to circle the room. There wasn't much else to search. "In that case, maybe it's time we leave before somebody finds us." The demon girl made her way to the door frame, poking her head outside to make sure the coast was clear before setting foot onto the tree branch in front of her. He nodded and followed suit, stepping out of the door and closing it behind him. Stepping onto the tree next to Kara he cast the shrinking spell like before, and hopped down off the tree, holding a hand out to Kara. "Alright let's get going, I'm sure if we just wait around they'll send more things to kill you." he smiled, and after she got down, started walking back towards campus. It was a nice day, which he failed to realize before, and he ended up sitting down on a stone bench inside a courtyard nearby." Any idea why somebody wants to kill you? Except for maybe that cold-as-ice personality of yours?" he jested, trying to figure out what motivation somebody would have to kill his partner. "I can't imagine a student having the guts to pull something like this, it just seems drastic for such a." his voice trailed off, searching for the right words. "Non-world ending matter" he decided on. Kara kept her eyes on the ground as it seemed to draw nearer. The demon girl did not accept Kale's hand but instead jumped off to the other side. She still hadn't warmed up to him that much yet. For the time being she considered the boy useful, so there was no need to make him think he was anything otherwise. The two walked over to the courtyard and sat down. There was a fair gap between the two as they sat, a person could easily come in and sit right between them. With a scowl Kara retorted "I hardly doubt that as well." A reason had come to thought, but it was one she wasn't going to mention out loud. The idea that someone had found out she really was a demon was a threat to her staying in the human lands. She didn't dismiss the thought, but kept it to the back of her mind... for now." Maybe it has something to do with you." Kara looked around the courtyard as students passed by. Some giving the two sideways glances. "I didn't know this until recently, but you're apparently very popular with the ladies." She pointed to a few girls on the far north side of them, hiding under the shade of a great oak tree. Their eyes fixated on Kale. Kara spoke with a snicker. "If I'm dead you'll get a new partner right? A combination of my bad reputation plus your fangirls is an equation for disaster." He shrugged off the ass-backward compliment the girl gave to him. "I don't think it works like that." he said. "I'm sure I'd just get a free pass this year due to 'traumatic stress'" he smirked and looked over at her. He knew the girls on campus liked him, but that was just because he wasn't the stereotypical mage. He was a fighter in a world he didn't belong in, and lots of people found him interesting because of it. "I doubt anyone would KILL for me." he said. He eyed over the courtyard, noticing the girls she alluded to. "They're harmless, really. More like a couple of flies than tigers circling their prey." he said, chuckling. Kara must have given him too much credit, he thought. He wasn't a celebrity, and he had no interest in the kinds of craziness that a killer "fangirl"would have. "Flies are still irritating and a hindrance." She muttered looking away, she didn't want to bring up the other possible reason. The demon girl raised her hands to her temples and began to rub them in a circular motion. She still had a long way to go before she could return home and her identity was in crisis. Kara thought she would have lasted a lot longer than this." Anyway..." Taking a deep breath to calm herself as she stood up, Kara turned to her partner and looked down at him. "I guess I should probably thank you for today." She paused... it was an awkward pause.... She hadn't really thanked him but by her terms this was the best that he was going to get. Hopefully just the acknowledgment would be enough for him. "Let's get to class then." She turned to walk away in the direction of the classroom. He cracked a half-smile. That would have to do, he thought. Standing up and following her to class, he paid close attention to everything in the courtyard. No need for any more silliness today, he muttered to himself. Though he didn't want to go to class, like usual, he was more than wiling to follow his partner there. He didn't like her, but he didn't want to be blamed for any sort of negligence when it came to her getting attacked. He was stronger than her, and, even though probably not as good with magic, could heal her if anything did come up. Taking his seat in class next to his partner, he tried to make it as normal as possible. He knew she was weird when it came to him and his proximity to her, but the classroom was full, and he wasn't about to walk to the front to get a seat away from her. Pulling out his books, he leaned back and waited for class to start. Unfortunate that he didn't get to choose his classes, he thought, a fighting class would be much more fun than potions and history of magic. Giving off a little scowl when Kale sat next to her in class, the girl wondered why he did sit next to his friends. 'Was this what people called becoming close?' She wondered. A sigh of defeat when accepting the fact that whether she liked it or not the two would probably be spending a lot of time together, not just the time she needed to spend with him to use him. The teacher dabbled on about the different types of magic and their properties. ''Can anyone list the different sources of magic?'' Of course nobody volunteered. Scanning the room, the teacher pointed with her staff to Kara and Kale. "Mr Rail and miss Hindemith, of you would so kindly." Kara gave Kale a stare before standing up. She had no doubt Kale would know the basic sources, but haven't learned the history of magic beforehand back in the Netherlands, Kara decided if these humans wanted to learn anything it may as well be everything." The elements: fire, water, earth, air. The angelic: light and healing. The demonic: darkness and destruction. Then the forbidden magic like time and space manipulation that have an unknown source." That would be what the Hunan books would say. But the books found back home said otherwise. The reason those type of magic were forbidden is that they were considered godly. Students looked to Kara with surprise that she would even mention the forbidden magic. Kale gave as sideways glance to Kara as she answered the question. She was quick to answer, and detailed to the point of oddity when she brought up the forbidden magics. He didn't find it odd, as some kids talked about it as if it weren't as dangerous as it was. Some over-confident kids even said they could perform some basic spells of it, which was clearly false. Nobody who hadn't spent years training could cast even the most basic spells of time and space. Kale just gave her a slight smile and his mind moved on. After the initial calling on them, class seemed to drag on. Kale hardly took notes, and even more scarcely paid attention. It all didn't matter, he figured, since he saw Kara paying attention to at least some of what the teacher was saying. Good enough for him, he figured. Class finally ended and Kale stood up, looking at Kara with an odd glance." Don't tell me, you've got a fascination with the forbidden as well?" he smiled slightly. "You might actually be a demon." he chuckled as they left the classroom, shaking his head. Kara freezes as her partner joked about her origins. Shaking her head and giving off an irritated grunt, the demon girl turned to the human boy and snapped at him. "Don't make such silly accusations!" Her sense of annoyance being derived from the possibility that her cover was blown. "It's just because I study instead of trying to keep up appearances." Stomping down the halls as she denied her partner's joke. They were off to their next class. One that Kara was sure she would enjoy, and probably Kale too. "Let's just go, I don't want to be late for our offensive magics class." The human lands was under constant threats from demons like herself or lesser creatures such as imps and trolls. The school taught both offensive and defensive magic, purely for safety precautions. Kale was startled at the reaction he received from his partner. He knew she was being teased, but he was almost positive she could handle it. "No need to snap at me, just a joke. " He said defensively. Anyway, they were off to his favorite class, and he smiled slightly. Offensive magic was the only school of magic taught at the school that he excelled at. It applied to him, and he had been progressing at a quick pace comparatively. He was no master by any means, but he was damn good at it considering how they matched up with his swordplay. Upon entering the classroom he immediately took a more active role, sitting at the front, waiting for the instructor to (hopefully) pick him for a demonstration or sparing. He had been working on a new spell combo involving shield reversals and his quick sword hand, which he had found in his practice to be stunningly effective. He almost prayed he'd get to spar with someone in class to see if it worked as well as he thought. Taking a different approach to Kale, Kara moved to the back of the class to avoid the glaring eyes of the humans. She was hoping to not get picked, knowing she would become too trigger-happy is chosen for a demonstration. As the teacher came in, he introduced to them a new spell. It was an elemental spell, involving the use of earth magic to slow the enemy down and air magic to use the enemy's own force against them. Asking for a few volunteers, of course everyone raised their hands. 'The humans are just as aggressive as us demons.' She thought. She kept her arms lowered, not drawing attention to herself." Well, everyone is eager." Their professor commented, looking towards Kale. "Mr Rail, you and your partner should come up." Kara cursed the human boy. "And miss Nadeem, you and your partner should too.". This was a surprise to Kara. "Everyone should get used to being with their partners, the final exam after all relies on cooperation and teamwork." Kale was almost giddy when he heard his name. He was actually good friends with this professor, as he was a friend to his father. Kale, in turn, often had liberties in weapon choice a style. He stood up front and waited for Kara to join his side. He often caught alone, but he figured he was smart enough to contribute, and not weigh him down. He drew a practice sword out from the weapon rack on the side wall as he listened to their instructions. They were to simply demonstrate in a non-lethal manner the new spells, as well as show comprehension of past skills they had learned. He immediately saw his chance to practice his move. He walked to Kara's side a whispered. "Alright, when we get an opening cast the new spells in tandem, he'll shield up. Leave the rest to me. " He was confident, and for good reason. He took his stance slightly in front of hid partner, as he was taught by the guards he trained with. Never let the Mage stand open. He was okay at shielding if it came to that, and hopefully his aggression and position was strong enough to make it hard to hit the true mage herself. Kale had a good feeling about his partner, at least in the combat sense. Unlike Kale, who felt the need to stand in front and play the hero, Fall and Leon stood side by side, like equals prepared to work together in a different sense. Kara noticed this and took an interest in it. She was used to fighting on her own, and quite disliked the need for someone to 'protect' her. Wanting to feel like a competent individual. She looked at the back of her partner's head, not a sight she wanted to get used to. Furrowing her brows, the demon mage prepared a spell. It was a simple spell learned in one of the earlier classes, simply causing the surrounding air to move towards the enemy and forcing them back. In defense, team Fallen, as Kara had just labeled, cast a fire spell to absorb and redirect the direction of the air adjacently to the side of them.[sorry short post, I have worked the next few days, so I won't be posting as much as I previously did]

A mage and her hero [A Translucent Bard and his Innocence]|rating:3.0

Love is Insanity; XAzn&Palmoun

Yumiko has been friends with him since they were little. But after his family's death...he went into total shock leading him to go a bit wacky, Yumiko being a popular girl is often questioned about why she hangs out with the loon, but she just gets angry and tells people off. Why? Because in her heart she knows that one day her best friend will be the same sane self he was once before. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Name:Yumiko Language:17Appearance: Name: Ulrich wastage: 17pic: Yumiko ran out of the house as she grabbed the car keys. She was running five whole minutes late, and she still needed to pick up Ulrich! "Crap..." she muttered, just as she was about to lock the house she realized she had forgotten the lunches. Rushing back and nearly tripping she made her way back to the kitchen. Grabbing the homemade lunch boxes she rushed out again, she started up the car putting on her seatbelt as she drove out onto the street. She let out a deep breath of sigh as she made it to Ulrich's house. She smiled to herself at the thought of her childlike best friend. Furthermore, she left the car on idle as she ran out of her car and knocked on the door, Yumiko waited patiently as she waited for Ulrich to come out so she could drive them both to school. This was their usual routine, she loved the smile that he always gave her in the morning. Yumiko tucked her soft brown hair behind her eyes, she raised her eyebrow and rolled her amber golden eyes. Was her best friend sleeping in again? "Voodoo! Ulrich!" she yelled as her forehead pressed against the window trying to peer in from the outside. She pouted and rang the doorbell once as she jumped up and down slightly, Yumiko was known to be an impatient, jittery young woman. Ulrich was sleeping in again and only woke up when he heard Yumiko yell. He quickly jumped up and cursed, "this isn't good." he said as he got up and pulled on a shirt. He didn't care if he is worse his pj pants to school, it had become a usual thing for him. Furthermore, he then slipped on his candles in a hurry and picked up his bag. Furthermore, he then walked over to his window as he slug his bag over his shoulder. He then hopped out the window and closed it behind him. Furthermore, he smiled when he saw Yumiko, "hey, sorry to make you wait. I kind of just woke up." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then wrapped an arm around her and started to lead her out of there. "Now come on, schools a waiting." he said as he leads her towards the car.Once they got there he hopped into the passenger side and yawned a little bit. "So what are we going to do after school today?" he said since that was the only thing he really cared about anymore. He loved spending time with Yumiko, and he always looked forward to what they did after school. It was the only time he felt like his old self anymore, where he was the boy she remembered instead of this messed up guy he was. Yumiko shook her head, "I think I will buy you an alarm clock for your upcoming birthday Ulrich" she said teasingly. She raised an eyebrow as she saw him in his PJ's again. Thankfully she had a pair of school uniform in the trunk of her brothers' car, Yumiko watched as Ulrich hurriedly jumped into the passenger seat. She calmly made her way to the trunk lifting it open she grabbed the slightly dusty pants out. Yumiko blushed as he put his arms around her and literally dragged her down his pathway to her car." I figured you would be just waking up" she said with a sigh. She laughed, "since when have you cared about school" Yumiko said sticking out her tongue. It seemed that Ulrich was always super excited in the morning but as the day dragged on...his mood seemed to get worse and worse. Jumping into the driver seat she threw the pants too Ulrich. "You're going to get suspended if you show up in your pajamas everyday Ulrich." she said in a slightly worried tone. It was like she had suddenly been morphed into Ulrich's mother, father and best friend all into one. She drove slightly over the speed limit as she thought about his question. "Well, I don't know...anything you want to I guess. We can go watch a movie, or have dinner, a sleep-over or just be lazy and lie on the beach looking at the setting sun" Yumiko said shrugging. "Oh! Ulrich! Did you finish the science assignment?! Its worth ten percent of our mark!" she asked him worried. Ever since the accident her smart straight A best friends mark had dropped significantly. Ulrich smirked, "if you get me an alarm clock it will be smashed in a week." he said and meet it completely. He would take a bat to it and then buried it in his backyard. He then leaned back in his seat and smirked, "and I never cared about school. Not in a long time." he said since he stopped caring when his dad died. HI's father had been the one to get him to do everything and encouraged him to do better. But now that he was done he couldn't handle it. He then smirked as he switched out of his PCs and into the pants, "and I would be happy if I got expelled, school is unimportant, and it is a waist of time. I would prefer to be at home anyway." he said as he looked at her and wished he didn't have to go. It was a waist of time and the kids teased him and his dead dad most of the time. It was half the reasons he went crazed."how about if we go to the beach for a little while after school and relax." he said as he smiled at her and couldn't wait for school to be over. When he heard about the homework assignment he smirked, "it was a waist of time, so I didn't do it. It's not like it is going to help me anyway." he said as he looked at her and relaxed. Everything except for spending time with her was a waist of time. He sighed when he saw they were at school and looked at her, "guess it is time for us to go in." he said and already you could see his mood changing. It was like he had been on the top of a rollercoaster and was now headed down to the bottom. By the end of the day he was probably going to be in the principles office or off to the guidance counselor. He didn't really care, they were like friends to him, only friends he hated. Yumiko rolled her eyes, "I know you would never smash anything that I give you" she told him smugly. "I'm your best friend...well...at least I hope I am." she told him giggling. "H.HEY!" she said blushing as she closed her eyes briefly. "I threw the pants at you so you could change in the boys BATHROOM Ulrich West! Ever heard of one?! It's where you change clothes!" Yumiko's cheek were burning. Sure he was her best friend, and they often went to the beach together and what not...but he was changing his PANTS! Sighing she rolled her eyes,"Yeah well...you have to go to school because you're graduating this year! And then...you and me...we're heading to University" she said grinning. "And if you aren't there... I'll be lonely and sad...unless that's a part of your plan, and you like seeing me sad..." she said guilt-tripping him. Yumiko loved to make him feel guilty, especially when he talked about dropping out of school. She reached over and messed his already messy red hair, she loved the color of his hair she giggled softly as she made the turn to school. Yumiko nodded, "Yeah, I would love that." she sighed as she imagined the feel of the water droplets on her skin. She loved the salty smell of the sea and the feel of the white sand between her bare toes. She frowned, "You.didn't do it...?" she asked softly, she shook her head. "Oh Ulrich..." she muttered as she parked the car in their usual parking spot, underneath the cherry blossom tree. She got out of the car and stood beside him. "OH wait! Before you go," she walked around to the back passenger seats and grabbed her bag and the homemade lunch box. Blushing she shyly gave it too him, "I've been noticing that you didn't have lunch for the past few days so... I...kinda made you one so you wouldn't be hungry...it has all your favorite things" she told him laughing. She sighed, "since we have science third and then lunch...please finish the science assignment.please Ulrich" she asked him pouting as she locked the car and slung her side bag over her shoulders. Yumiko didn't want him to fail any class for any reason! Ulrich smiled at her, "your right I wouldn't, you are my best friend." he said and then looked down at the ground. He treasured everything that she gave him, he made sure they never broke and stayed in mint condition. He could never break them, they were from the one person who cared about him. He then smirked, "hey, it would take to long if I headed into the bathroom." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then nodded and smiled at her, "don't worry, I won't let you go alone to the university." he said and looked down at the ground, "it is just hard is all." he said softly, and it was very hard. After his father died it was like he had a hole in his chest and he felt like there was nothing to live for. But thanks to her, he could live NAD slowly he was gaining his sanity back. But it was very slow. He then shook his head about the project and knew she was disappointed. But in truth he had a little episode yesterday and couldn't of done it. If you looked in his house you could tell and if he hadn't worn longs leaves today you would be able to see as well. When he got the lunch he looked at it and then smiled at her, "thanks, you know you're too good to me." he said and meet it. He was hopeless and yet she helped him. He then nodded as he took his bag and started to walk to school. "don't worry, I promise I will have it done." he said and always kept his promises to her. Even if he sparked when he did this he would finish it. Yumiko giggled, "I'm glad you treasure everything" she smiled softly. The truth was, ever since she was little she had also cherished all the small presents her best friend had given her. She rolled her eyes, "It might have taken longer but at least you wouldn't have scarred me for life you pervert" she said teasingly. She stretched out her back as both Ulrich and Yumiko made way towards the school. "You better not Ulrich! Or else... I... I won't go either" she told him pouting. "And you know I'm serious when I say that Ulrich!" she said sighing. "I know its hard Ulrich...but you have to try. You have to try hard, Ulrich...you're smart, I know that for sure." she said smiling. She frowned as she linked her arm through his, "So...promise me that from today.you will try your hardest!" she asked him eagerly. "H.hey... Ulric...is something wrong? I called last night...but you didn't pick up... I was going to tell you if you'd seen my favorite sweater because I couldn't find it anywhere." she said softly. She tilted her head as she thought about where she could have misplaced the sweater. Yumiko smiled, "I'm only good too you because you deserve it Ulrich, and you know it's true." Yumiko whispered. Yumiko looked at him gleefully, "You will?!" she smiled and hugged her best friend tightly, "Oh, thank you, Ulrich! If you need help ask me anytime okay?!" she told him grinning. She still had her arms linked with Ulrich as she slightly dragged him down the school path. Uralic smiled at her and chuckled, "hey if you remember our parents use to bathe us together." he said and frowned at the thought of his parents. But at least he hadn't lost her, if he had he probably wouldn't be here today. She was the only thing that pulled him down to the world, she was his anchor now. He frowned when he heard that she wouldst' go if he didn't. They had always stuck together, and they probably always would. "I promise I will work the hardest I can, and you know I always keep my promises to you." he said as he looked at her and knew he would have to do good. He would try his hardest from now on for her till he couldn't so that she could go to the university. He frowned when he heard her and shook his head, "sorry, I was having one of my breakdowns again. It was terrible this time." he said softly, and he was now glad that she had an arm around his. He could already feel another breakdown coming on, and it would even be worse than the last time. He then nodded as he looked at her, "you're the only who thinks that anymore." he said and smiled slightly. Ulric smiled as he hugged her back and was glad for the mental touch on him. "No problem and I might take you up on that help." he said as he looked at her and continued to follow her. He knew that once she let go of him he was going to breakdown and have one of his fits. She was the only thing that could keep him grounded for a long period of time. She blushed, "Yeah well...we were small then...and we weren't...you know...developed" she said blushing again as she made hand quotes around the work "developed". Furthermore, she gave his arm a small squeeze, "you miss them more than anything, and I know how hard this is for you. I miss them too...they were like my parents too you know." she whispered sadly. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, she looked up and gave her friend a small smile. "I knew you would!" she said giggling. "Thanks so much!" she said giggling, "Trust me, you can do this. And...remember when my grand pa died? You told me that he was watching me every night, well...your parents are watching you every night...so make them proud. You know they would have wanted you to follow your dreams Ulrich" she said kindly. Yumiko frowned, she took his arms....when ever he had a nervous break-down the hurt himself. She carefully lifted his sleeves, Yumiko winced, her face full of worry. "Ulrich!" she cried out, "why?!" she muttered. Her eyes were full of pain, she sighed and shook her head. Her fists clenched up as she dragged him to the nurses' office, knowing him he wouldn't have even half the brain to properly cleanse it. Yumiko looked away as they both sat in the nurses' office, she didn't talk to him. Her brows were scrunched, her face was in a frown. Her mind was blank, he knew how much she hated it when someone inflicted pain on themselves or even on someone else. Ulrich nodded as he listened to her, "I know it is just hard." he said to her softly. He knew that they were looking over him but when he was at home it just felt empty, like he had nothing to live for. He hoped that he could get over this soon, but it felt like it would drag on forever. Furthermore, he only had her and no one else, maybe he would do better if he got out of his house or something. He looked away when she looked at his arms and knew she was disappointed at him. Furthermore, he wished that he could make her proud of something, but sometimes it was just really hard alone. Furthermore, he let her drag him to the nurses' office since he knew she wouldn't leave him alone till she did and the nurse sat him down on a table. She started to clean his arms and spoke a few things, but he wasn't listening. He hardly ever listened to her anymore, only his best friend." I am sorry, it was terrible that time." he said softly and he wouldn't look at her. He was horrible to himself, and it only hurt her in the end. "I was thinking, maybe I could stay at your house for a little while. It doesn't help that I am at my house alone. I need to get out of there for a little while." he said softly and hoped that she said yes. He needed OT be close to her just in case he got really bad. He nurses soon said he was done, and he slowly got up and off the table. Slowly he looked at Yumiko and his eyes pleaded for her to say yes. He then looked down at the floor, "and I did it because I couldn't handle everything. I couldn't handle being alone in that house, being surrounded by there memories and everything else." He said softly and didn't look at her again. He knew that she would probably have a better life if he just left her alone. Furthermore, he was the insane mental child, she was the popular and didn't need him and all his problems. Yumiko had curled herself into a tiny ball on top of a chair, she had her arms wrapped tight around her legs and her chin rested on top of her knees, her lips trembled slightly. "You...are...s.so inconsiderate sometimes" Yumiko said, her voice shaking slightly. She looked at him, her amber eyes had a slightly disappointed look in them. She sighed once again as the nurse finished, she nodded a thank you towards the nurse. Furthermore, she still hadn't said anything to Ulrich, she looked at him. Yumiko couldn't help it, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged her best friend. "Ulrich you know that you're more than a best friend! You've been there since we were little...and...and...if I lost you!" she was in the middle of her hysterics. Yumiko was still hugging him, to think of it...he was like a brother too her...more than a brother...it was hard to describe what he was too her, all she knew was...he was damn important. She looked up, her golden eyes still brimmed with tears. She nodded, "I think it would be the best if you were staying with me" she whispered. "Ulrich...you know that's not the right way...you know you can always call me when you need something...you should have talked to me instead..." she whispered, Yumiko finally broke free from the hug. Wiping her eyes she managed to give Ulrich a small weak smile. Ulrich frowned when he heard her and had to agree with that statement. He was inconsiderate sometimes, and sometimes he just wanted to get away from everything. When he did, he usually ended up hurting himself and ending up here with her like this. He wished that he could just be the guy he had been before. When he felt her arms around him, he hugged her back and knew what she meet. He wouldn't be able to stand it if he lost her either, and he would always be here for her. As he hugged her back he saw some kids staring at them and knew that she was a weirdo for having out with him. But he couldn't help it sometimes, he just couldn't handle everything all the time. He then nodded and looked at her, "next time I promise I will, I will talk to you." he said as he looked at her and wished he didn't cause her so much sadness. "I also promise not to hurt myself anymore." he said as he looked at her and smiled a little bit at her. He would make sure that she didn't cry for him again, he would make her proud of him. She was important to him more than anything else now. "You better come and talk to me.please" she whispered. She knew people were watching, but she couldn't care less, Yumiko glanced up at the clock. They were already fifteen minutes late, "I. I think we should to class now" she muttered. Yumiko started to walk out of the nurses' office receiving several different looks from different people...but as usual she ignored all of them. She wiped her face again, and gave Ulrich an assuring smile. "We'll make everything right again, okay?" she said tilting her head slightly as she told Ulrich. Yumiko hurried to her locker, she took out all the folders she needed and put her lunch in her locker. This was going to be a long day. The only thing she looked forward too was the beach and watching the sunset go down. Ulrich nodded and followed her out of there silently. He said nothing as he followed her and kept his head down so that people wouldn't notice him. He didn't want Yumiko to be known by having the insane friend. But he was just hurting inside and no one knew it. The dead of his parents plagued him every day and it hurt him constantly, no one knew that pain in the school. Only he did. He then nodded when he heard her say everything would be right again. Hopefully she was right about that and he would be his self again. He headed to his locker which meet being away from Yumiko, but he had to. He slowly made his way to his locker and stuck everything in there and got his folders out. He then closed it and slowly made his way to his class that he knew he wouldn't pay a lot of attention in. Yumiko walked by Ulrich and waved a final goodbye to him as she headed to her history class. She sat down at her usual seat, next to the window. She looked outside, her pencil tapping against her head as she thought about the question that sat in front of her. Furthermore, she had to write a five-page essay on it, the question was 'How has the revolution of the world affected humans?'. The question itself was pretty easy, the revolution caused differences, cost inflation, poverty and what not. She knew what to write...but she didn't have the heart to work today. Yumiko sighed, she heard the class bell ring surprised she looked up at the clock. It was time to switch already? Yumiko could not believe it, she shrugged to herself and went to her next class.math.ACK. She hated math, usually Ulrich was the one who had helped her with it. Ulrich sighed as he watched her go and then headed into his math class. He was determined to do good for Yumiko, he had to make her happy. He forced himself to write notes and try harder. The class felt like it went on forever but after a little while he heard the bell ring, and he smiled at little bit. He gathered his stuff and headed out of there and hoped that he could do good in his next class before he had a break-down. He smiled as he headed into history and his teacher smiled at him. They were friends and The history teacher understood that he was having a thought time. But he nagged on him sometimes, and he hoped that today wasn't one of his be annoying days. He would break down if he did, and he didn't want to have to go and talk to Yumiko just yet. He sat down in his chair and started to take notes right away and tried to work on his project. Yumiko had seen Ulrich while switching classes, she had given him the usual wave and smile. She made her way to math and worked on the problems like usual, she didn't get a question or two and decided to just skip over them. Finally...the bell rang! It was time for science, she wondered if Ulrich had finished the homework. Knowing him...he had probably forgotten so she had taken half the period to copying her answer in scraggly boy handwriting. She saw him as she walked into the science room, he was sitting in their usual seat. She took a seat beside him like always. "Here" she whispered. "Write your name on it" she said with a soft smile. Yumiko put the homework on his desk and took her own assignment out, "Hopefully he'll think that it's your writing.and not mine" she whispered to Ulrich. Ulrich was worried about not going to turn in his homework. But then Yumiko came in and saved him. He looked down at the homework and then looked at her. "Thank you, I have no idea how to repay you." he said as he looked at her and then wrote his name on it. She was truly the best friend he ever had, and he never wanted to lose her. He then smiled at her, "and don't worry, you can copy my handwriting perfectly." he said in all truth. He then waited for her to take her seat next to him. Furthermore, he then looked at her, "so how has your day been going OS far?" he asked since he knew that she probably wasn't too happy about her first two classes, he knew her. But so far his day had been going okay, no breakdown yet. But he knew that he was going to have one soon, he could feel it. Yumiko smiled lightly, "You don't have to repay me. You're always here for me and that enough repayment...trust me" she said with another sincere smile. "Well, it doesn't take much practice to copy your writing" she said jokingly trying to lighten the mood. "My day...it's been...okay history was easy but math...god I hate math so much! Hey that reminds me.can you help me with something in math?" she asked him shyly. "How about you? How has your day been?" she asked him? She could feel the eyes of everyone in the class on them, she rolled her eyes. "What do you have after lunch?" she whispered too him. In all honesty, she did not feel like going to class lunch. This day was not going well at all, she sighed. She only had physical education after lunch, that wasn't much of a class anyway. Ulrich smiled at her, "of course I can help you with math. I am a wiz at math, and you know it." he said and for once sounded a little bit like himself. He leaned back in his chair and smiled at her, "my day has been good, so far. Nothing has triggered a breakdown, and I am trying more in school. So in other words it is a great day for me." he said as he smiled at her and knew that she would be happy about that. She was always happy when he didn't have a breakdown or anything like that. He then thought for a second and smiled at her, "I think all I have is a study hall. Why do you ask?" he asked as he looked at her and smiled. If she was thinking of skipping the rest of the day he was all in. For he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen today. With all the eyes that were looking at them, he could feel one pair of unfriendly eyes that weren't too happy to see him talking to Yumiko. She giggled, "I'm glad at least you still have interest in math" she said winking at him. Yumiko gave him a surprised look, "Your day...was GREAT?!" she said squeaking. "Wow! That's amazing to hear Ulrich!" she gave him a big grin. She nodded when he said he had study hall, "Well all I have is gym...want to...skip the rest of the day?" she asked him tilting her head. "I'm...really not in the mood to run around outside." she said with a shrug. "I guess we could take our lunches to the beach early, and how about ice cream?" she asked giggling. Yumiko sighed and put her head on her desk and turned it to the side and looked up at Ulrich, there was a small smile on her face. She was glad he was having a wonderful day today. Ulrich smiled when he heard her, "yeah I know that is great for me." he said and nodded at the idea of getting out of here. "Sounds like a plan to me. I don't really want to be here in general, so I will happily escort you to the beach at lunch." he said as he smiled at her. Being able to leave early with her would make his day even better than it already was. He smiled at her and couldn't wait to get of of here now. He then nodded as he laird her giggle and loved it when she did that. "Ice cream sounds wonderful now so let's get out of here when lunch comes around." he said as he looked at her and smiled down at her. He was glad to have her as his friend and hoped that her day would get better. She smiled again, "I knew you would escort me!" she gave him a big grin. He was like her teddy bear, big, cuddly and kind! "I wish I had thought of this idea before... I would have skipped science all together" Yumiko realized that she wasn't paying attention to the teacher...but she really could not care less. Talking to her best friend was better any day! Yumiko fidgeted with assignment sheet in front of her, she had never been the rebel kind...she wondered what it would feel like to be a rebel. "Hey... I just had an idea Ulrich! Can we...can we be rebels for the rest of the week? I mean like...showing up too classes late, wearing just what ever too class! You know what I mean right?" she said giggling. "Pissing off the teachers and what not!" Yumiko had a strange glint in her eye. Yumiko shifted slightly closer towards Ulrich and put her head on his shoulder. Ulrich smiled at her and chuckled, "I would like to be able to escape from this place sooner." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He wondered if his rebellious altitude was starting to rub off on her. If it was good since he would like to run around with her more often. He then chuckled when he heard her and nodded, "so in other words you want to be like me now." he said and was surprised when she put her hand on his shoulder. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her gently. Furthermore, he liked having her close like this, and he smiled, "I will teach you the trick to being a rebel. It all lays in being extremely lazy and not caring what others think." he said to her softly and looked down at her. Yumiko nodded eagerly, "I want to be more like you. Yes," she said giggling. She liked it when he put his arm around her, she felt warm and loved. She heard a classmate clear his throat, Yumiko blushed slightly and realized that they were still in class. Furthermore, she shyly pulled away from Ulrich. "Sorry." she muttered too him. What was getting into her? What was the warm feeling that she got with Ulrich's hug? Yumiko was a bit confused, but she didn't let that show on her face. "I think I would like that, you're teaching me the tricks of being a rebel!" she said giggling. She let out a small gasp, "Ulrich.? What's the date today?!" she asked him surprised. 'It can't be...' she thought to herself. Was it the twenty-fifth of October already?! She couldn't believe it...if it was...then that marked the seventeenth year of their friendship. Ulrich smiled and liked how they were, it felt right and for once he felt like himself. It was odd to feel clear minded and like everything was suffocating him. But with her, it was just how it was when she was close. When she pulled away he frowned slightly but knew it was the right thing to do, they were in school. "It is okay." he whispered back to her and smiled at her slightly. Ulric smiled at her, "sure, I can teach you. I know you will like it, it is like being free as a bird." he said as he looked at her and then had to think about it for a second, "I think it is the 25th, why do you ask?" he asked as he looked at her and smiled. But then it hit him and his smile grew, "this marks out 17th year of being friends." he said and realized just how big that was. They AHD stayed friends for that long and he count' believe it. "I. I just want to run out right now... I hate science for some reason..." she said grinning and rolling her eyes. She let her hand fall over his and pat it slightly. "So, I guess you do remember Mr. Forgetful." Yumiko said in a teasing tone. "I like being free," she said nodding. "Can you believe it...seventeen years...me and you Mr. West...we're being through everything with each other. Hell I remember we even went on our first double dates together." she said giggling. "So I guess.we need to do something extra special today." Yumiko said almost to herself. She looked at him, "how about...we visit your parents grave, thank them for creating you and then dinner?" she asked smiling. "I mean...we can leave early still and just hit the beach and be goofs, but tonight... I really want it to be special" she said grinning as she looked up into his eyes, quickly blushing she looked away. Yumiko knew that people often thought that they were a couple, but they weren't. The pair just understood each other really well. If one of them lost their voice for a day the other would have no problem in guessing what they were saying...or at least what they wanted to say. Ulrich chuckled when he heard her and looked at her, "well that is the problem with being a rebel. When you actually do go to class the whole entire time you want to run out." he said as he smiled at her. He then thought back to there double-date and remembered how beautiful she looked. But she hadn't been his date, they had gone with each other just so that if there dates went bad they could get out of there quickly. After a little while eh thought about her suggestion about seeing his parents, and then he nodded, "sound like a good idea." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "I want tonight to be special also, to celebrate of 17 wonderful years of being friends." he said as he looked at her and smiled at her. He saw a blush on her cheeks and count' help but think that she looked cute. He remembered all the times that people thought that they were a couple and half the time wished they where. She was the only person who got him, and he didn't want to lose her after everything. Yumiko giggled, "Now I understand why you are fidgety half the time" she told him with a small grin on her face. "So. I guess tonight is going to be like a...first date for us!" she said tilting her head to the side. This idea sounded nice to her, she liked the thought of going out on a date with Ulrich. It would be fun! She could be herself and not have to worry about what he thought about her. Finally, after what seemed like days the bell finally rang! "Yes!" she muttered, "Freedom!" she said giggling. "So, are you ready to go? Or do you need something from your locker?" she asked him. All of a sudden she was more excited than she had ever been! She tapped his nose as she stood up and waited impatiently for Ulrich. "Oh! That reminds me! I have something I need..." she told him giggling. "Will you meet me at my locker or shall I come with you, and then we can go to mine!" Yumiko said cheerily. Ulrich smiled and nodded, "yeah and it gets really annoying. Now you why I get stir-crazy and nearly burst every day." he said as he looked at her and smiled. But when he heard the first date remark he blushed slightly. He had always wanted that, but he never imagined it would happen. But he slowly smiled and nodded, "yeah it could be like a first date." he said as he looked at her and smiled. Ulric smiled when he heard her and knew she would like being a rebel. "I need to go to my locker to grab the lunch you made me." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then stood up and nodded, "how about if I met you at your locker. I will try to meet you there as soon as possible." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He count' wait to get out of there with her. Yumiko giggled, "I just thought that maybe you had a short attention span you know" she said teasing her best friend as they made their way towards the door. "We will have so much fun tonight! Going on a date with my best friend!" Yumiko said giggling innocently. She linked arms with him and pulled him out of the class, she then proceeded to hold up five fingers. "That is all the time you get before I leave you here! Five minutes, okay?" Yumiko said excitedly. She nodded, "Alright. I'll wait for you at my locker then!" Yumiko said as she ran ahead to her locker. She unlocked it and grabbed her side bag, stuffing all her texts books and folders as she went along. Yumiko grabbed her own lunch case and checked if she needed anything else. She frowned slightly as she closed her locker, she needed a present for Ulrich. Her eyes shone as she got the perfect idea, she nodded to confirm her idea with herself as she waited for Ulrich to show up. Ulrich smiled at her and chuckled as she dragged him out of the classroom. "Yes tonight will be a lot of fun." he said as he mild at her. He then nodded as he looked at her, "okay I will be back here as soon as possible." he said as he looked at her and then ran off after knowing to go to her locker. He soon was at his locker and pulled out his lunch and stuffed the rest of his books and folders into his locker. He then shut his locker and wondered if he should get her something. As he thought about it, he thought of something and smiled as he realized it would be perfect for her. After a little while he was at her locker and smiled at her happily, "hey, did I take to long?" he asked as he looked at her and smiled. Yumiko was tapping her foot impatiently when she was Ulrich approach, "Yes, you took very long." she said grinning. She giggled, "So, I guess we are headed to the beach first...right?" Yumiko asked in a confirming voice. Yumiko skipped on ahead, she turned back for a brief second and motioned for Ulrich to hurry along. "Hurry Ulrich! You seem extra slow today!" she said impatiently in a slightly whiny tone. Yumiko was at the school door waiting for Ulrich with a small pout on her face. Her hand was on her tummy, she was feeling hungrier than ever. She couldn't wait to go to the beach, and get ice cream, and then go out again this evening! Yumiko was starting to wish that she could do this every single day! That would be such a life, just thinking about it made her smile. Ulrich chuckled when he heard her and nodded, "yes the beach first, and I am sorry I am taking long. When you're a rebel you try to be as lazy as possible." he said as he heard her slightly whiny tone but chuckled. He remembered hearing that voice when they were little and she wanted something. But he smiled at her and continued to make his way slowly to the door. When he got there he chuckled when he saw the pout on her face and thought it looked cute. "Okay here is something you should remember, when you're a rebel at school you go as slow as possible, when your outside you are normal and try to get are you want." he said as he looked at her and pushed the door open. "Ladys first." he said as he smiled at her and couldn't wait to get out of there with her. Yumiko nodded, "Alright! I hope the beach is empty though... I like it when it is quieter, rather than having a bunch of people talking at the same time" she said grinning. Sometimes, Yumiko was weird like that. Sometimes she wanted the world to be at its loudest...but other times, she just wanted to sneak under her covers and never come out. Yumiko rolled her eyes as she grabbed Ulrich's hand, "Yeah well...if you aren't going to hurry up and walk Mr. Lazy, I'll just drag you all the way to my car!" she said giggling. "Awash, you know I can't be slow all the time! Especially when I'm having one of my 'up' days! Usually I'm pumped up and excited and all hyper!" she said giggling. "What do I do then?! I can't possibly suppress all my energy till the end of the day! I'll probably BURST!" she made a big sweeping motion with her free hand while with her other hand she clutched at Ulrich and dragged him to the car. Ulrich smiled at her ad he walked with her and liked having his hand in hers. He felt grounded now, and he looked at her, "fine, I will pick up my feet." he said as he started to walked with her and wasn't being dragged by her. He then looked down at her, "and don't worry the beach will be empty. I have been there around this time all the time, and it is usually empty." he said as he looked at her and smiled."and you don't have to be slow all the time, only part of the time." he said as he looked at her and smiled as she kept her hand in his. "And you can do a lot with that bottled up energy. Maybe we could go mountain climbing one day or base jumping or something." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "Thank you!" she said laughing as she walked through the door, they made it too her car. Yumiko unlocked it and ran to the driver side, "Good! I'm not in the mood for loud noises today" she said with a quick short laugh. Before getting behind the wheel Yumiko took off the hair tie from her hair and she let her hair trail to the middle of her back. "Phew...it's a hot day today!" she said shaking her head. She got behind the wheel and rolled down the windows. Yumiko giggled, "Well, then I guess being a rebel is going to be a piece of cake!" she yawned lightly. "Lets hurry to the beach! I am starving right now!" she told him. Yumiko had been running late that morning so she didn't even have a chance to eat breakfast, plus...she wanted Ulrich to try the lunch she had made for him. She really hoped her friend liked it. Ulrich smiled and rolled down his window happily. He then stuck his head out the window and smiled, "yeah it is hot, perfect day for the beach." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then sat back down in his seat and smiled at her, "and I am not in the mood for loud voices either." he said as he smiled at her and could'ed wait to get out of here and on the beach with her. He laughed when he heard her and nodded, "yeah it is easy to be a rebel without doing good in school. But being a rebel while being great in school is hard." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "Now let's get going I want to go and eat that lunch you made me." he said as he looked at her and smiled. "Since when have you been the quiet kind of kid!" she asked him sticking her tongue out. Yumiko turned on the radio, literally blasting the music. "You can turn it down if you want too!" she said yelling over the music to Ulrich. Yumiko drove faster than necessary down the almost empty lanes, she just wanted to get there fast. After another ten, fifteen minutes she saw the outline of the beach appearing. She sighed and took a deep breath in, "Ahh, I love the smell of sea salt!" she said giggling. Yumiko parked the car under a shady spot, she really didn't need her car to heat up. Turning off the car she got out, she briefly went to the back and took out her lunch. "Ready to eat Ulrich?" she asked grinning. Ulrich chuckled, "I have never nor will I ever be the quiet kid." he said as he smiled at her. He hardly heard her when she said when she started to blast the music. He just started to laugh since he knew if anyone found them like this they would probably give her a ticket. But the cops here hardly ever wanted to do anything so they wouldn't get in trouble. He smiled when he saw the beach and jumped out of the car. "I love the beach. So let's go." he said as he smiled at her and grabbed his lunch. Yet even as he did this eh felt eyes on him, and he was worried. But he didn't let it bother him to long since he was with Yumiko, "come on, I know the perfect place for lunch." he said as he smiled at her and took her hand as he started to lead her there. She giggled, "Really? I think quite the opposite!" she told him sticking her tongue out. Yumiko blushed slightly as he grabbed her hand and led her to the place he wanted to go to. She locked the car quickly before she ran along with Ulrich to keep up. Yumiko shyly squeezed his hand once and then quickly looked here and there and pretended like she had no idea what was going on! "The perfect spot?" she muttered again, anywhere with her best friend was perfect. She gave a dorky self smile at the thought of them being alone. Yumiko clutched her bag as she trailed along beside Ulrich, having not the slightest idea to where they might be going. All she knew was if her best friend said it was perfect...then it had to be perfect. She couldn't wait till he tasted what she had cooked for him! She had stayed up extra long last night cooking the special meal! Yumiko had even made his favorite dessert by hand! The whole process had taken her long but in the end she was happy with the outcome. Ulrich smiled at her, "yes, the perfect spot." he said as he looked at her and couldn't wait to be there with her. They here finally alone and he was happy to be here with her. After a little while he came to a spot that was out of view from everyone and had some shade from a tree. "Perfect." h e said as he looked at her. They had everything they needed and he count' wait to eat his lunch. He brought her over to the shade and smiled at her, "see, we have everything we need right here." he said as he looked at her. He then sat down and patted the sand next to him. "Now let's eat, I want to see what you made me." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He count' help but smile when he was with her and now that he was with her, he felt like his normal self. Yumiko smiled and leaned herself slightly against Ulrich. Her head was on his shoulder, "I really hope you like what I have cooked up for you! And, please tell me the truth! If you don't like it then.tell me. Don't lie or worry about hurting my feelings...okay Ulrich?" she asked him sincerely. This was the first time she had tried to cook a meal so big, so she worried a bit about the proportions. She blushed as he unwrapped the lunch she had made, Yumiko just yawned slightly. "This spot is beautiful" she looked up and slightly nuzzled her best friend. Yumiko then took her hand and ran it through his hair, "Hey, I just realized something...wasn't your hair a shade darker when you were smaller? Because I swear I remember it being brown..." she asked him confused. This was one of the things she loved about Ulrich...his eyes and his hair, they were a striking almost ruby red color. Yumiko personally hated her features.they were a bit boring to her. Ulrich smiled at her and liked how she was leaning against him. "I know I will like it, it is something that you made for me." he said as he looked at her and would always like anything she gave him. "And You know i don't lie. I would never lie to you." he said as he looked at her and smiled. Liang to her would break his friendship with her and he never wanted they TTO break. It was the one thing that was holing him together anymore. He smiled when he felt her nuzzle his and smiled when he saw the lunch. Without thinking, he kissed her cheek, "you really are too good to me." he said and smiled when he felt her run a hand threw his hair, "yes it was but with all the time I spend with you out here it has changed. But your hair is still the same beautiful color." he said as he looked at her and started to eat his such. He smiled and loved it right away, "best lunch ever." he said and sounded like his regular self. Yumiko's face burned with pride as he said he loved it! "I am so glad, and I know you would never lie to me" she said with a small smile. Yumiko blushed when she felt Ulrich kiss her on the cheek, "What was that for?" she asked him shyly. She hoped she wasn't making it sound like she didn't like it, because in fact it was sweet! She smiled gently. Her eyes shone, "You have no idea how happy you've made me by saying that it tastes good!" she said smiling. She was so excited that her friend appreciated her cooking. Yumiko blushed as he called her beautiful, "You know that's not that true, there are prettier girls than me. To be honest, I find my hair and looks a bit boring...so...plain." she said with a small shrug. Yumiko then proceeded to steal a sushi from Ulrich lunch box. Ulrich mailed at her, "I now wish I could eat your cooking all the time. My cooking is horrible." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He liked the blush on her cheeks and blushed as he remembered he kissed her cheek, "that was for being the best friend a guy could ask for. You really do make my day every day." he said as he looked at her and smiled. She was the only thing that he really lived for anymore, and he never wanted to leave her." I am glad that your happy and your cooking is always good." he said as he looked at her and shook his head. How could she not think she was beautiful. "No, you're not plain. Your beautiful and you should always think that. Your hair is a beautiful shade of brown that reminds me of the earth and your eyes and amazing and shine bright like the stars. Your anything but normal or boring and you're the prettiest girl I know." he said as he looked at her and count' tell her not thinking she was beautiful. He then chuckled and smiled at her, "no fair." he said and smiled as he continued to eat and stole a bit of her food. Yumiko giggled, "Come one! It can't be that good, even if your cooking does suck! And plus, you said you will be staying over at my house right? Trust me, you will probably get sick of my cooking in no time!" she said with a playful grin. "Oh," she whispered with a small blush. "Well, will you do me a favor and close your eyes then Ulrich?" she asked him shyly. She wanted to give him a special kiss too, this was going to be Yumiko's first kiss...even though it would be on the cheek. Yumiko laughed, "Well. Even if my cooking wasn't that good, being you I know you would just shove it down your throat anyway!" she said grinning. It was true, he would probably do that. Ulrich hated to see her hurt, she shook her head at the compliment. "It's not true! My hair is boooorrrinnng!" she said giggling. Yumiko blushed a lighter shade of pink, "You give out compliments too easily, save them for your girlfriend" she said teasing him. Yumiko laughed out loud, "You know that is SO not true! I bet you have seen girls far prettier than me!" she told him with a giggle. Yumiko grinned as he stole a bit of her food but said nothing, she just watched her best friend eat. [[Sorry I won't be replying as much now XD I have school again AND musical practice most days after school! ^^ I will still try to reply once or twice a day! ^^]] ((okay))Ulrich smirked when he heard her, "I may shove food down my throat, but I do mean it. Your cooking is wonderful, and I love it." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then sighed and looked at her, "I have not met any girls prettier than you. Your always going to be the girl I think I cute and beautiful. Nothing about you is boring, and I mean that completely." he said as he looked at her and wished she wouldst' think that. Yet when he heard her giggle he smiled, he loved that sound more than anything else. He then smiled at her, "I will never get tired of your cooking. NO matter how many times you make it for me, I will always love it and want more." he said as he looked at her and when he heard her he wondered why she wanted him to close his eyes. But he did as he was told, "okay, I am at your mercy, do as you please with me." he said as he kept his eyes closed, and a smile was on his lips. Yumiko rolled her eyes, "What a suck up!" she said teasingly. She loved bothering Ulrich! It was the best thing ever, no matter how much she annoyed him he just took it. Sometimes she felt horrible for doing that but other times she couldn't help it, Yumiko felt herself smile at his compliments. They seemed to make her glow, "You don't know how much your words mean to me" she said blushing as she averted her gaze from his. "I am glad at least someone won't get tired of my cooking" she said grinning. Yumiko put her lunch box down shyly, pushing her hair back behind her ears she crawled in front of him. She looked at him very shyly, she was nervous. Yumiko wondered if she should kiss his lips or his cheek...she started having a momentary freak-out, fidgeting with her hands she finally put them on either side of his face. Carefully and as gently as possible she kissed her friends' forehead, she pulled back shyly and took a seat beside him again. Yumiko's legs were crossed as she held her lunch box again, "You can open your eyes again..." she whispered. Somehow, she couldn't meet his eyes. Was she falling in love with her best friend? Was it wrong that she liked him? Yumiko had a bunch of questions but not one answer. Ulrich smiled when he heard her and saw the blush on her cheeks, "I know they mean a lot to you since I have known you forever." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then smirked, "and I will never ever get tired of your cooking. It is something that I will always love." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then waited for what ever she was going to do with his eyes closed. Yet when he felt her take his face into his hands he couldn't help but smiled. He liked the feet of her being this close to him and when he felt her lips on his forehead he felt a tingle go threw him. For a second he didn't want to open his eyes, he wished it would happen again. He then slowly opened his eyes and looked at her, "thank you, that was nice." he said to her softly and found that he couldn't help but think she was beautiful. He had always like being with her and no one else understood him as well as she did. Was he falling for her? If he was, he was falling harder and harder each moment that he spent with her. He then smiled at her, "so want to go swimming?" he asked as he smiled at her. "Sometimes I think you know me too well Ulrich." she said softly, but that was a good thing. When there was something wrong she didn't even need to open her mouth and tell him that she was sad, he just knew...like he was her own personal mind reader. She threw her hands around Ulrich and giggled, he was warm. She liked that, she smiled Yumiko was glad that he didn't mind that small kiss on the forehead. Yumiko blushed again, "It was nice..." she repeated quietly to herself. "I... I'm glad that was...nice" she said with an awkward giggle, she had no idea what to say too Ulrich now. She just sat there as her blush deepened. Yumiko nodded her head shyly, "Yeah. I would love to swim!" she said giggling, she was wearing her gym clothes underneath so she would just take off her uniform and swim in her gym clothes. Yumiko stood up and quickly unbuttoned her shirt, her white gym shirt was on underneath. She giggled, "Boy am I glad that I chose to wear my gym clothes underneath my uniform today!" she told Ulrich laughingly as she took off her skirt and tried to find a spot to but her school uniform away. "Wait.what are you going to swim in?" she asked him confused, Yumiko's hands rested on her hip as she tilted her head and gave him a questioning look. Ulrich smiled at her, "it is my job to know you too well." he said as he smiled at her, he had always known her well and always would. He then smiled at her when he felt her arms around him and wrapped an arm around her in exchange. He then looked at her and smiled when he saw the blush on her face, "yes I am glad that it was nice too." he said but wanted to describe it differently but wasn't sure if she would like that. He then smirked when he heard her and stood up, "if you had seen this morning I had my swim sure under faith." he said as he pulled off his shirt and then his pants. Furthermore, he wore swim trunks under it, and he smiled at her, "I was already planning on ditching school and swimming here so having you here is nice." he said as he smiled at her and could feel eyes on him. Yumiko giggled, she stood up when Ulrich did. She jumped on his back demanding a piggyback ride, "Come on Mr. Strong, carry your best friend to the waves!" she exclaimed in between peals of laughter. Her chocolate hair swayed in the wind as she hung of to Ulrich's back, "Oh yeah. If I'm too fat let me know okay?" she said grinning. Yumiko buried her head in Ulrich's hair, it smelled nice...nice and clean. She kept her head down in his hair as she clung too him. "Hey... Ulric. What do you want as a present?" she asked him suddenly. Yumiko always bought Ulrich something he wanted, usually they were small things but this time...she wanted it to be extra special. She thought about what he could possibly want, she hugged her friends back tighter as she got lost in thought. Yumiko needed to make tonight extra special for Ulrich...but how she thought. Just dinner wasn't special enough, no way would that ever cut it. Ulrich chuckled when he felt her jump onto his back and he started to carry her towards the water. "Okay, I will carry you and your not fat." he said as he carried her effortlessly. He liked having her so close to him, and he started to walk into the water. But when he heard her he stopped in his track and thought for a second, "I want nothing, only to spend more time with you." he said after a while and found it was true. He just wanted to be close to her and have fun with her and forget about everything. He then pulled her from his back and into his arms. Furthermore, he held her bridle style and smiled down at her, "but what would you like for a present? I will get you anything." he asked as he looked at her and smiled as he walked into the water deeper. He liked having her like this, in his arms where he could keep her close. Yumiko snorted, "I think you are just too strong, because I know for a fact that I have gained weight" she said grinning. Yumiko gave a small blush again as he carried her bridal style, her arms were wrapped around his neck as she swung her legs giggling. She liked being this close too him, it made her feel comfortable. Her head rested in the crook of his shoulder as she thought, her face scrunched up as she thought about what to ask for. "Well, all I really want is you... I just want you to be my best friend for ever and ever, and you are going to be stuck with me for life!" she said giggling again. Yumiko watched him as he waded deeper into the water, the ocean was a beautiful color today. The waves were the perfect size, not too big or not too small. They ended with a calming whisper each time they crashed against the sandy beach. This was the perfect moment, the wind caressed their skin as they talked and joked with each other. Ulrich smiled as he held her close to him, "nope, I don't believe it. You're not fat and I know that for a fact." he said as he looked down at her. He liked having her this close and he couldn't help but mailed at her wider. The feel of her arms being around his neck meet a lot to him, and he didn't want to put her down anytime soon. When she scrunched her face up he thought it was cute, it was something that she had done since she was little, and he still loved that face. When he heard her words he smiled at her and looked down into her eyes for a little while, "then you will have me forever and ever. We will always be together and nothing is going to break us apart." he said as he looked at her and smiled. They probably looked like the picture of the perfect couple even though they were only friends. If they were more he would like it but he bought she wanted it. He then smiled at her, "and now that we are in the ocean we should have some fun." he said and then dunked her under the water. He then pulled her back up and smiled as his now drenched best friend, "now then how did that feel?" he asked as he chuckled. Yumiko giggled, "Of course! Oh, now I know what to get you. How about shackles so you can literally be tied down to me?" she asked him winking with a small playful laugh. For a moment she thought he was going to drop her, she let out a little squeal, then she was shocked. Yumiko shuddered in his hand, her face gapping at him. Climbing down his arms she glared at him, "You. Are. So. DEAD!" she said giggling as she waded in a bit deeper than him and splashed him with all her force. Yumiko continued to splash him, and then she grabbed him around his neck and hugged her cold, drenched body to him. She giggled softly, "THAT, felt freezing" she said answering his question with a stick out of her tongue. Yumiko stood on her tippy-toes so that she actually came up till his chin, this was the first time she had taken into note what a giant Ulrich was compared too her, she was lucky that she even came up to his shoulders. She shuddered slightly as she continued to hug him, her face buried in his chest. Ulrich chuckled when he heard her, "I would love shackles since I would be able to be with you all the time." he said as he looked at her and then laughed as she splashed him. He splashed her back and was loving this. He was soon drenched with her, and he wrapped his arms around her gently. They were both freezing, but he felt better now that they were together. "Yeah I would have to agree with you there, but it was fun." he said as he looked at her. He couldn't believe how small she was compared to him. He remembered when they used to argue about who was taller than the others. Well it looks like in the end he would always be taller than her. "Come on, let's get out of the water before we freeze to death." he said to her softly and picked her up and hugged her close to him. He carried her out of there and once they were on the sand he sat down with her. Yumiko giggled again, she pulled his cheeks slightly. "Aww. Ulrich West, you are a cutie pie!" she said in a mock cooing tone. "It was fun.but now we're freezing!" she said laughing again, the water wasn't as warm as it looked. She let Ulrich pick her up and shift her onto the beach, her arms were wrapped around him. Yumiko yawned quietly, she was tired. Yumiko grabbed the extra sweater she had in her bag and wrapped around both Ulrich and her. "There, now we can at least try and warm up" she said smiling at him. "Hey. Ulric...thanks so much for today! I'm having a wonderful time with you!" she said shyly. Yumiko always had a wonderful time with him but had never told Ulrich so. It was only fair she appreciated her best friend. Yumiko shuddered at the closeness of their bodies, it felt nice to have another almost warm person sitting next to her while she was freezing, it made it all the more fun and exciting. Ulrich chuckled when he heard her, "yes but at least we can be freezing together." he said as he looked at her and held her closer to him. He smiled once the sweater was around them and looked down at her, "we will be able to get warm soon since the sun is up and the sand it warms." he said as he looked at her and liked being this close to her. He then realized that so far he hadn't freaked out, he was actually acting completely like himself before everything. Was it because he was close to Yumiko? He didn't know but it was nice. He smiled when he heard her, "yeah I am having a great time too. But I can't wait for tonight and even though you said you wanted nothing I am going to get you something." he said as he looked at her. He was going OT pick it up for her before they met for dinner, and he hoped that she liked it. "And where are we going for dinner tonight?" he asked as he looked at her and then felt eyes on him again. He looked around for a second but saw nothing. "That's true! Friends make everything better!" she said with a small smile. Yumiko pulled him back onto the sand with her, they were now both laying down on her sweater. She curled up beside him giggling. "Please, Ulrich. Really don't get me anything!" she said with a small pout as she lay still beside him, her hand resting on his shoulders. She yawned, "The sun is making me SO sleepy" she told him putting her head on his shoulder, they were perfect to lay on. "We can go anywhere you like, where would you like to go? I picked the place last time so you can pick for our special night today!" she exclaimed too him. Yumiko had seen his look around, "What's wrong Ulrich? Is something the matter?" she asked him sitting up slightly as she too looked around with curiosity. Her eyes were wide, and her hair fell partly over Ulrich's face, she frowned to herself. Then shrugging she fell back beside Ulrich again, "Well. If you're buying me something then at least give me a hint to what you want! Please!" she begged. Ulrich smiled at her when he heard her, "I am still going to get you something, it is the least I can do after everything I have put you threw." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then smiled when she laid her head on his shoulder and thought that she looked kind of cute. "The sun will always make you sleepy." he said to her softly and knew it was true. When ever you laid down and relaxed as the sun hit you. He then thought about it for a few minutes and smiled more, "it will be a surprise, and it will be a night for both of us to remember." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He would make sure that tonight would be a night that she would never forget. Furthermore, he then shook his head, "nothing is wrong." he said but was't to sure about that. Furthermore, he then chuckled when he heard her and pulled her closer to him, "fine, it is small and something I know you will love." he said as he looked at her happily. Yumiko's arms grew tighter around Ulrich, "I guess that's true," she said smiling. "I don't like it when I'm sleepy though! Especially when I don't want to sleep" she said with a pout. Yumiko closed her eyes for a few seconds as she listened to the sound of the wind, the waves crashing along the beach and Ulrich's breathing. Mixed together, those three things that she loved more than anything else in the world sounded beautiful together. She sighed and opened her eyes, taking a big deep breath in. Yumiko nodded, "Yes! The best night for the both of us!" she said giggling, "Well, what do you want?" she asked him confused. "And really...tell me what you want! Or else, I won't except your present." she told him with a serious nod. "And I mean it Ulrich West! I really do!" she said with the best serious face she could put on. While questioning him about what he wanted she thought about what he really could want in the back of her mind, her eyes brightened slightly. She had the perfect idea! She had found the perfect present for Ulrich, or at least she hoped she had. Ulrich smiled when he felt her arms grow tight and held her close to him. "Well you look cute when your sleepy so don't worry about it." he said to her softly and watched her close her eyes. She really did look cute, and he wished that he could keep her close to him like this always. He wanted to keep her close and never let her go. She was amazing, and he could only dream of being more with her. She deserved someone better than him even though he cared for her. Ulric smiled and then had to thing for a moment, "I would like anything that you give to me." he said in all truth and kept her close to him. He then looked at her, "and that is all in truth. I will like anything that you get me and treasure it just like every thing you give me." he said and knew that she was serious about not expecting the gift. But in truth he wasn't sure what he wanted and just wanted something that he knew that she thought he would like. Yumiko giggled, "Well, now that you know what I want. Can you please tell me what YOU want Mr. Ulrich West! Please!" she said batting her eyelashes. "Please, please!" Yumiko said again, she sat up and looked at him with pouted lips and wide eyes, she gave him her best puppy dog face she could find in her innocent heart. She poked him in his side still using her charms on him. After a while she just put her head on Ulrich's chest and listened too his heart. She giggled cutely as she heard his heart thump with each breath he took, she smiled absently too herself. Yumiko suddenly sat up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ulrich! How about we make a sand castle?! Can we?! We haven't built one since we were..." she said pausing to think, her face scrunched up slightly again. "Well, since forever! So can we make the most beautiful sand castle we're ever seen?! Pleasssssseeeee!" she said pouting and shaking him up. She held him up as she looked into his eyes, her head was tilted to the side ever so slightly, and she smiled at her best friend. Ulrich smiled at her, "fine, just get me a video game." he said to her and still had no idea what he wanted. But when he saw her face he had to give her an answer and that was it. He then smiled at her when he felt her put her head on his chest and pulled her closer to him. He liked feeling her this close to him, and he kept her closer to him. Furthermore, he didn't feel cold anymore now that he had her with him. When he heard her he smiled and nodded, "sure, that sounds like a wonderful idea." he said as he looked at her and sat up fully without her help. "Where do you want to make it?" he asked as he smiled at her and couldn't wait to make it now. He remembered making sand castles with her all the time when he was with her. "A video game? That's ALL you want?" she asked shaking her head with disbelief. She couldn't believe it! What a boy! Yumiko rolled her eyes, "Yeah well. I'm not buying you a video game so tell me what you want for real...okay?" she said raising her eyebrows. She sighed, "Why do you never make things easy for me?" she asked him teasingly. Yumiko gave Ulrich a small hug, him wanting a video game...that present just wasn't...special enough! Yumiko grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the sand. It felt like the perfect spot to her, it was close to the water but not so close that if the wind became stronger the waves would erase their castle out of history. "Here! This is the perfect spot!" she said giggling. She missed their time together when they were little, those moments were some of the most fun moments together! But now that they were older they could do other things together. Yumiko hoped with all her heart that they would stay like this for forever. Ulrich smirked when he heard her and guessed that she wouldn't of liked that idea. He then looked down at her when she hugged him, and he hugged her back, holding her close. "Okay give me a second to think." he said and then looked into her eyes, "how about if you get me something that I can carry with me always. Something that will remind me of you every single time I look at it." he said as he looked at her. He chuckled as she dragged him to the spot and looked at it, "it is perfect." he said as he kneeled down and remembered making these with her when he was little. He wished that he could be little again but now was good. Furthermore, he could be with her and got to do other things. He the. Started to gather sand and looked at her, "how big is it going to be?" Yumiko nodded, "Now THAT I can get you" she said with a pleased smile. She giggled quietly as she thought about what she could possibly get for him. When Ulrich had looked into her eyes Yumiko had blushed furiously, she liked the color of his eyes. They were a pretty amethyst color, she poked him shyly. She giggled when he asked her how big, she thought about it for a second. Yumiko stood up from the kneeling position and stretched out her hands, "THIS big" she said with a grin. "Think we can manage that?" she asked him giggling. The way Yumiko's hands were stretched out made it seem as if her hands stretching out were longer than the length of her entire body. She sat down beside Ulrich and started to help him gather the sand, she loved the way the sand felt on her hands right now. So cool, she threw some sand of Ulrich's hand and giggled. Ulrich smiled when she said that she said she could get that. When he heard her giggle he loved that sound and wished he could make her giggle and laugh all the time. Yet as he looked at her, he saw the blush on her cheeks and thought she looked amazing. But his thoughts where disturbed when he felt her broke him, and he smiled at her as he poked her back. He laughed when he saw how big she wanted to make it but smiled, "okay I think we can do it, but it might take a few tries." he said as he looked at her and smiled as they started to get the base together. Hopefully the castle didn't collapse once they were done and fell on one of them. He then heard her beautiful giggle and chuckled as she threw some sand and he the some back at her, it was only fair. [[Super duper sorry for the super late reply! _____________;]] Yumiko grinned, "I know! But that's okay, we have all day and not like we have anything better to do anyway!" she said with a small smile. She giggled quietly as he tossed some sand on her hands, she said down cross-legged and started scooping the sand together, her face full of concentration. Yumiko scooped her sand over too Ulrich. "So...how shall we start making this beautiful sculpture?" she asked him as her eyes shone. Yumiko shifted her position again, this time sitting up right on her knees. Yumiko took her toes and dug them into the sand, the cool sand underneath felt nice on her toes. She let the sand get in between her toes as she wiggled her toes. Yumiko looked at Ulrich with her head tilted to the side as she rocked her body from side too side. Her face was full of anticipation and wonder, she already had ideas in her head. They would build a moat, fill it with water and the little green leaves could represent crocodiles! Oh, what fun it would be! Ulrich smiled and nodded, "yeah your right about that, we do have the whole day to do this." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He then smiled at her and continued to gather the sand for the bottom, "we start with the bottom and build up. We need a sturdy base, and then we work ourselves up." he said as he looked at her and smiled. This would look awesome and he knew it. He then continued to build it up and his face was filled with concentration. He managed to make the base and stared to pack sand around it to make a small for the castle. Furthermore, he was rather good at this from all the times he had done this with her, and he loved doing this. Furthermore, he knew that once this was done it would look amazing. Yumiko nodded as she listened to Ulrich, "Aye captain West!" she said giggling. She helped him pack the sand around the base. Yumiko patted the side walls lightly, to make things easier for both of them she crawled to one side of the sand castle and started to pack sand on that side. In no time the castle had the base almost done, and it had begun to look more castle like, Yumiko grinned at their soon-to-be gorgeous castle. "Oh yeah! You still haven't told me where you would like to go for dinner! It'll be my treat by the way, so tell me somewhere that you've always wanted to go!" she spoke fast and almost stumbled over her words in her excited state. Yumiko knew she was being greedy, but she wanted this evening to hurry up and come soon. She wondered what time it was, hopefully she would have time to buy Ulrich something really nice before they met up this evening. Ulrich smiled at her and continued to sculpt the castle. He started to make the pillars and everything. It looked perfect, and he loved doing this with her. He then stopped of a second and thought about where they were going to go. He then smiled at her as he finally got an idea of where to go."how about if we go to The Treetop. I heard that it is supposed to be amazing." he said and thought of the restaurant. It was made in the shape of a tree, and it was said to be absolutely amazing. It was also supposed to be romantic, and he wanted to get here with her. Yumiko nodded, "Sure! That sounds like a wonderful idea! I heard its suppose to be a pretty awesome place too" she said with a smile. She blushed slightly, it was supposed to be a romantic joint though. Going to Treetop with Ulrich was going to be so much fun, she just couldn't wait. A romantic dinner with her best friend on their special day sounded really nice to Yumiko. She looked at Ulrich as she added the details. "Wow, those pillars look really nice!" she said smiling. Yumiko had started to make the little entrance for the castle, "Oh! Hold on one second" she said giggling as she ran back to the tree. She reached up on her tip toes and snapped of the smallest and thinnest branch with a leaf on it, "Here. The leaf of this can be our flag" she said with a giggle. When they were finished the 'flag' would make their castle the perfect even more perfect. Ulrich smiled at her and nodded, "yeah I heard that too and I can't wait to go there now." he said as he looked at her and smiled. The blush on her cheeks where cute and he knew that going there with her would be special. Being there with her would be the best thing in his life right now, and he couldn't wait to go there with her. He then nodded, "yeah the pillars do look really nice." he said as he smiled at her and then stopped and watched her go. When she came back wit the leaf he chuckled and nodded, "yeah that is out flag." he said as he watched it be placed at the top of the castle. He then smiled at her, "I think this is the best castle we have ever made so far. " He said and was glad that he made it with her. [[Sorry for the really late reply! ^^ I went off on a little hiatus! (=]] Yumiko giggled, "I know right?! I wish evening would hurry up and come soon!" she whined impatiently with a small pout. She continued to work on the sand castle as she talked with him, "So, what are we going to do tomorrow?! Oh yeah, you said you want to move in with me right? We'll have to go get your things today too!" she said with a big warm smile. She loved the thought of her best friend living with her! At least she would have someone to talk to when her brother wasn't home. Yumiko nodded in agreement, "Me too! This castle is the prettiest castle ever!" she said with a soft smile. She crawled over to Ulrich and sat down beside him, Yumiko put her head tenderly on his shoulder and smiled at their castle. "Hey... Ulric. Have you thought about what you want to be yet?" she asked him silently. Their final year was soon coming to an end, and they were going to be heading off to university soon.and yet Yumiko still did not know what she wanted to be. Ulrich smiled and chuckled when he saw her small pout. It made her look irresistibly cute, and he wondered how lucky he was to have her as a friend. "Before we go to dinner we can stop by at my place and grab everything. I don't have much so it won't take that long." he said as he smiled at her and couldn't wait to go and move in with her. Hopefully that will keep him stable and get him to stop doing this to himself. He smiled when he felt her lay her head on his shoulder and found himself resting his head against hers. He sighed slightly when he heard her and looked at the sand castle, "I haven't thought about it much, too much has been going on, and I am just focusing on getting threw the rest of this year. But if I had to give an answer I would say that I might head off to community college or something." he said and found himself wrapping an arm around her to keep her close, "what about you? Have you thought about what you want to do?" he asked. As Ulrich's arms wrapped themselves around her, she felt like she was in heaven. His arms were warm and strong, she blushed slightly as she felt his head on hers too. Yumiko nodded ever so slightly, "Yeah, sure we can go and pick up everything you need" she said giggling. "I think my brothers going to be glad to have another man around the house" she said with a small cute smile. She wrapped her arms around his waist and yawned lightly, she still looked at their sand castle. "Nu-uh, not community college! We are going to get into the top Japan university...like your parents wanted Ulrich West." she said with a firm nod, which was almost directed to herself. "Well, I kind of want to be a doctor, or a veterinarian or a forensic scientist!" she said with a small giggle. She gave him a small tight hug, "Hey... Ulric" she said shyly, "What do you...think of me?" she asked him shyly. She knew it was a weird question, but...she was curious. Ulrich smiled when he felt her wrap her arms around him and stayed close to her. He then chuckled slightly and pulled her closer to him. "I think just by being around you and your brother will help me. So I don't think your brother will be the only one who will be glad to be in your house." he said to her softly and found that he didn't really want to let go of her. She was the one-person left in his life and he didn't want to leave her. When he heard her he could only nod, "okay, I promise to work harder and get to the top Japan University." he said and smiled as he thought of her as a doctor, "you know Doctor Yumiko has a nice ring to it, maybe I should be an astronomer or a biologist." he said and smiled when she gave him a tight hug. When he heard her next question he was tongue tied. His feeling for her where more than a friend, but she would never want to be anything more with him. But did she just want what he thought of her and nothing else. "Do you mean how I think of you, like what my mind thinks of you or how I feel, like with emotion?" he asked her since it wasn't sure and they were both different. Yet as he thought of it they were both the same in a way, His mind and feelings both said that she was the most amazing girl in the world, and he cared for her more than anyone else. Yumiko nodded, "Yeah it will be good for you." she said with a smile. Yumiko chuckled at his next comment, "What? You think I'll be glad to have to kick two lazy bums out of bed instead of one now? Pfft, no way" she said with a shall giggle. "God, you and my brother are definitely two of an adorable kind" she said with a grin. "You better work hard...or else no food for you" she said sticking her tongue out jokingly. She giggled slightly. "Really?! Because you know how much I hate hurting people...so how am supposed to inject people and operate on them?!" she asked, she really hadn't figured that one out. "Well, both. What do you feel AND think about me" she said softly, "and tell me the truth okay? I can handle anything you say!" she said with a small smile. "Plus, if you lie I can tell! You are my best friend" she said with a superior nod. Yumiko wondered what he would say, she was almost super nervous for some reason, her stomach had small butterflies. Ulrich chuckled when he heard her and shook his head, "I know you won't like that but the one thing I do know that you will like is that I am close to you, and you can keep an eye on me." he said and in truth wanted that. He wanted to be close to the one person who really cared about him and the one person he wanted to keep an eye on him. "And don't worry, I will work hard for as long as I can. I don't want to starve to death or be a burden on you." he said as he looked at her and meet it completely. He chuckled when he heard her and pulled her close to him, "Well there are different types of doctors, you could be a mental doctor or a herbal doctor or a therapist." he then was surprised as he voices quieted, and he heard her. "I will tell you nothing but the truth, I would never lie to you." he said as he looked at her. Yet as he opened his mouth to tell her nothing came out, it was hard to say, and he found himself looking out over the ocean. He couldn't look at her when he said this, he didn't want to see her face if she didn't like the answer, "what if I told you that My thoughts and feelings where the same? That I feel and think something towards you that is more than a friend?" he said softly and hoped that maybe she felt the same way. Yumiko's eyes saddened a bit, "Please.don't say that Ulrich, you will never be a burden too me! And you know that very well" she spoke quietly as she nuzzled him lightly. "Good, and I will help you always work hard and achieve everything you want!" she said giggling. Yumiko just realized that he had said he wants to be an astronomer or a biologist. "I think you should become both of what you want to be! You're amazing with science and both those require science so you will be an amazing astronomer or biologist!" she told him giggling. "You're right, I've never thought about those possibilities!" she said smiling, suddenly in thought. Yumiko's body was frozen, "more...than a friend" she whispered softly. She gently took her head off of his shoulder and looked at him, her eyes wide and her cheeks a bright pink. Yumiko but her hands on either side of Ulrich's cheek, a small smile stretching the corner of her mouth. "Do you...mean that Ulrich West?" she asked him in a soft disbelieving tone, her heart was leaping with joy. Ulrich was surprised when he felt her nuzzle him, but he smiled and stayed close, "well just tell me if I ever become a burden." he said as he stayed close to her. He then smiles d as he listed to her and node, d "I think I will become an astronomer. I can spend the whole day just looking up into the stars and doing nothing." he said and liked the sound of that. "And I will always welcome the help that you give me." When he heard her whisper those words he knew that he had done something wrong. So when she pressed her hands to his cheek SNA looked into his eyes. HI's heard was beating faster, and he slowly nodded, "yes, I do mean it." he said softly and saw the look in her eyes and heard the tone of voice. But he wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing yet. Yumiko blushed as she inched her face closer to Ulrich's. Softly she pressed her lips against his and closed her eyes, this moment was sweet and perfect. "Ulrich..." she whispered softly before kissing his lips sweetly again. Her hands were wrapped wound his neck shyly, "I like you...much more than you will ever know...and I was so scared that you might now feel the same way about me.but now that I know that you feel the same way, I'm so glad..." Yumiko whispered. She didn't speak much.she shyly kept her arms around his neck and looked down, she had no idea what else to do. Ulrich was surprised when he heard her but more so when she kissed him. It was beautiful, and he couldn't help but kiss her back each time. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and smiled as he looked at her, "I was sacred of the same thing, but now look at us." he said to her softly and then gently stroked her cheek. He gently moved her face up and kissed her gently, "Yumiko, your perfect." he said as he pulled away from the kiss. Yumiko blushed, "I only wished I had told you before" she whispered softly, she nuzzled his neck softly. Yumiko savored each moment with Ulrich as he kissed her gently Yumiko laughed as Ulrich called her perfect. "I am anything but close to perfect" she whispered shyly, "But you on the other hand" she said smiling as she ran her fingers gently through his hair, she crawled into his lap and sat their with her head cradled between his neck and shoulder. "I guess...we have another thing to be happy about tonight" she said laughing softly. "Our seventeen years of friendship and our being together" she said blushing as she looked down and put her arms around his neck. Yumiko put her head back on his shoulder, closing her eyes and taking this perfect moment in. Ulrich smiled as he held her close and loved the blush on her cheeks. "I wish I had told you, but it is in the past now and right now only matters." he said to her softly and loved it when she nuzzled his neck. He hoped that he could just hold her close like this all the time. "Oh I am not close to perfect, and you know it but at least we can both be perfect together." he said to her softly and loved it when she ran her fingers n his hair. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close when she crawled into his lap and kissed her head gently. He chuckled slightly when he heard her and nodded, "yes, we do, and I hope to celebrate this day's for many years to come." he said to her softly. Furthermore, he then kissed her cheek gently and whispered, "you know today might have started out crappy, but now I am the happiest I have been in a very long time. It is all thanks to you." he whisper softly and kissed her head as he held her close to him. "I wish I had told you too, but the important thing is at least we had the courage to tell each other" she said looking up at him, her eyes were wide as she smiled up she kissed his chin softly. Yumiko shook her head, "Do not deny that you aren't perfect," she told him whispering. "Please for me?" she said giggling and batting her eyelashes at the same time, she loved teasing him. She closed her eyes and blushed as he kissed her forehead tenderly, "I like it when you do that" she said giggling, "It makes me feel warm inside" she said blushing. "I know we will, we will celebrate this moment for as long as we live" she said giggling. Who betters of a match for Yumiko than her best friend that knew everything about her! "My day never starts out crappy as long as I get to see your face" she said with a sincere smile. "And now that we're going to be in the same house, I'll see your face every single day while waking up and before going to bed! Which means both the end and beginning of my day will be beautiful" she said giggling softly, she knew she was being cheesy, but it was true. Ulrich smiled when he heard her and nodded. He couldn't help but love the kiss on the chin and pulled her closer to him, never wanting to let her go. When he heard her he couldn't help but chuckle slightly and kiss her nose gently. "Alright, I will be perfect for you and only you." he whispered to her softly. Slowly a smile spread across his face and he gently stroked her cheek, "then I will kiss you any time you want." and you could tell he completely meet it. He nodded when he heard her and kept her close. He felt honored when he heard that he made her day. Furthermore, he pulled her closer to him and looked into her eyes, "Any time of the day is horrible for me, I wake up in pain and fell asleep to pain. Yet when ever I am with you everything is better. Your like my own personal angel and you always brighten my day. Now that I get to be close to you my days will be brighter than ever." he said to her softly and kissed her gently. Yumiko giggled and nodded, "You already are perfect for me" she sneezed cutely after he kissed her nose, her body gave a small shudder as she nuzzled closer to Ulrich. She stuck her tongue out, "Pervert wanting to kiss me all the time" she said teasingly. Yumiko kept her head tucked between his shoulder and neck, her arms were still wrapped around his neck. She hoped that they lasted together for eternity, it really would break her heart to let him go. "Ulrich..." she whispered his name. "I love you...a lot" she whispered and then shied away from his eyes. She looked up when he said he was in pain all the time, her eyes met his. There was a pained look in her eye too as she knew what he meant. Yumiko shifted her hand from around his neck to his cheek, she caressed his cheek before placing a soft kiss on it. "I am glad that I will brighten my best friends and boyfriends day" she said smiling softly, she liked the sound of that.boyfriend. She said giggling. Ulrich shield when he heard her and chuckled as he heard her sneeze. It was so cute that he count' help but look at her lovingly. He could only laugh but when he heard her last sentence he stopped. He hadn't heard those words since his parents. Yet when he heard it coming form her it felt right and he count' help but pull her closer. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "I love you more than you can even imagine." When her eyes met his he could see the pain that reflected his own. He leaned into her touch and could only help but smile when he felt her kiss. The pain that he felt seemed to melt away when ever she kissed him and he couldn't help but smile back at her, "and I am glad that I brighten my girlfriends and best friends day." he said and loved the sound of it. Having her this close to him and calling her his girlfriend. Yumiko blushed "I am glad to have someone like you on my side, and I promise you when then world stops turning...you will still have me to hold" she whispered. She sighed and sat up a little against Ulrich, "Who knew today would be such a beautiful day" she whispered half to herself. Yumiko chuckled softly as she remembered something from their past, "Hey...do you remember when we were little and our parents teased us about getting married because we fought so much.?" she said giggling, and for a second she thought about what it would be like to walk down the aisle in a white gown while her best friend waited in front of the father in a tuxedo. The vision was just too appealing to Yumiko. Yumiko smiled and pressed her forehead against Ulrich's, "Hey, get your own lines" she teased him. She still had her hand on his cheek, her eyes stayed locked with his as she cutely rubbed her nose against his. Yumiko smiled once again, "hey, do you want to stay here till the sunset and watch it together like this?" she asked him shyly, she thought it would be a beautiful moment as they were together. Ulrich smiled when he heard her and pulled her closer to him. "And I will hold onto you with all of my might and never let you go." he whispered to her softly. He then chuckled when he heard her and nodded, "if I remember correctly they used to tell us that we sounded like an old married couple. That would only get us anger yer so we would fight more and in the end we would always make up." he said and remembered how they fought the one time and made her cry. He had given her a plate of cookies to make her happy and that made everything better. Then he pictured them now, but he was in a tuxedo, and she was in a beautiful dress. Maybe that would be them some day. Ulric laughed when he heard her and looked into her eyes. He knew she was only teasing and never got tired of it. He then kissed her gently when she rubbed her nose against his and pulled her closer. When he heard her speak of the sunset he nodded, "that sounds like a good idea to me." he said to her softly as he looked down at her lovingly. "You better not leave me" she whispered quietly. Yumiko giggled, "Yeah, you've even made me sometimes cry" Yumiko said pouting slightly, "You were so mean too me!" she said with fake little sniffles. She giggled as he nuzzled her and kissed her, Yumiko liked the way he was careful and gentle with her. "Hey Ulrich...don't let my brother know we're dating, well...not yet okay?" she said smiling, "I want to wait till we graduate to tell him, because then he won't be able to object" she said with a small smile. Yumiko suddenly poked Ulrich's tummy, "Hey...we were supposed to get ice cream were we not?" she asked him tilting her head. She didn't want to get off of but reluctantly stood up and gave Ulrich her hands, she wiggled her fingers as she waited for him to grab it and hoist himself up. "Let us go get some ice cream!" she said excitedly. Ulrich chuckled and pulled her closer, "I never wanted you to cry, and I always tried to make things up to you." he SIAD as he looked at her lovingly. He always tried to make things up to her and made sure that she never cried. "Okay, I can understand that since I am pretty sure if he found out that we were he would want me out of your house." he said as he looked at her and knew he wasn't going to take any chances of being away from her. No matter what he would stick to her and never be apart from her. Ulric nodded, "yeah I think we were going to." he said as he watched her get up and smiled as he took her hand and let her hoist him back up. "Okay, and I am buying." he said as he kept his hand in hers. "Now lead the way to the ice cream shop." he said and then kiss her cheek gently. Yumiko laughed, "I know" she said grinning. "Well, I don't think he would kick you out of the house...he just doesn't want his baby sister to be with anyone until she is done school" she said rolling her eyes. "Its kind of annoying because you would think that he knows I am responsible enough and mature enough to make my own choices" Yumiko said laughing again. She tapped his nose, "You are so adorable Mr. West, you say the sweetest things" she said with a small giggle. She weaved her fingers with his, "Aye, I shall lead the way, you can pay now, but I'll pay for dinner tonight" she said half skipping and half dragging Ulrich down the beach to their shady spot under the tree. "Lets wear our slippers first so we don't burn our feet" she said grinning. She put on her slippers and waited for Ulrich to put his on, and then she took his hand again and walked up the beach till they came to the parking lot, across the street you could see a small ice cream parlor "There it is" she said pointing. Ulrich chuckled as he listened to her, "it is rather annoying, but he is just looking our for you like a good brother should." he said to her softly and kissed her head gently. He smiled when he heard her laugh again and smirked, "well you're not an adult yet, and I think he will treat you like one once your old enough. He just wants to baby you a little bit longer." he whispered into her ear and kissed it gently. "I may be sweet but your sweeter." Ulric frowned but knew she wouldn't budge so he nodded, "fine but the next time we go out OT eat I am buying." he said as he looked at her lovingly and let her drag him to their spot. He then pulled on his slippers and smiled as she took his hand. He stayed close to her as they walked down the street and smiled when he saw the ice cream parlor, "you can get anything you want." he whispered as he opened the door for her, "ladies first." Yumiko rolled her eyes, "Yes, but while my dear brother is around we will not be able to hold hands and I will not be able to be like this with you" she said grinning. "I guess we could be like this when he is at work, but honestly he's like a ninja...he pops up at the most uncomfortable times" she said with a slight roll to her eyes. "I am to an adult" she giggled as he kissed her ear, she put her arms around his waist as they walked to the ice cream parlor. Yumiko gave him a carefree nod, "Alright, you can pay the next time" she said with a sincere smile. "Thank you" she said smiling as he held the door open for her. With her fingers intertwined with Ulrich's she ran to the counter and looked at the board, she smiled at the man behind the counter. "I will have a scoop of green tea ice cream please" she said laughing. Yumiko turned to Ulrich, "And what shall you have?" she asked him cutely. Yumiko was still holding his hand as she waited for him to order, her head rested on his shoulder. Ulrich smiled and kissed her head gently, "well we will just have to be careful that he doesn't find us." he said to her softly and knew that he would find ways to kiss her and hold her close without her brother seeing. He wouldn't stop looking for a way since he wanted to be close to her more and more each and every second he was close to her. "Well maybe to him your still his baby sister." he whispered softly as he wrapped an arm around her waist and kept her close to him. He walked in and never wanted to untwine their fingers. He wanted to keep her hands in his and never let her go. When he heard her laugh he loved it and always would, her laugh was like music to him. "I think I will get chocolate." he said as he looked down at her and thought she looked cute. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, "you know you look like the cutest person ever." he whispered and kissed her gently as the guy got there ice cream. Yumiko nodded, "Yeah, super careful." she said smiling. "Plus, I'm sure you will find a way. We could just sneak into each other's rooms after he is well asleep" she said giggling. "I wish he would not baby me so much, even though I am his baby sister" she said with a soft smile. Sometimes, being babied was too her advantage, especially if she needed money for shopping or if she wanted something. But other times it was too her disadvantage, like if she wanted to go out to a late nightclub or show with her friends. Yumiko leaned into Ulrich as he wrapped his hands around her waist. "Yum, chocolate" she said giggling. She grinned up at him, "And you are the sweetest person ever!" she exclaimed. Yumiko thanked the man for their ice cream and carried it back to an empty table at the back, she sat down across from Ulrich. "I guess we're going on two dates today...one is right now and the other one tonight. I personally think tonight will be a more memorable one" she told him shyly as she took a bite out of her ice cream. "Mmm" she said with a mouthful of ice cream, "Want to try some?" she asked him raising an eyebrow. Ulrich smiled and nodded, "true but what would happen if he comes into your room to wake you up but doesn't see you. Then he goes into my room and finds us? He would extremely dislike me then." he said as he looked at her and hoped that never happened, "but I guess you right, we have to be very careful." he said and smirked, "well maybe he will stop babying you once you finish high school." he said and smiled as she leaned into him and kissed her head." I love chocolate." he said as he smiled at her as he paid the man for there ice cream. He then grabbed his ice cream and followed her to their table. He chuckled when he heard her and nodded as he took a bite of his ice cream. "I think your right about that and I can't wait for tonight." he said as he looked at her. "Sure, I would love to." he said and took her ice cream and took a bite, "it tests good, but I still like chocolate, you want some?" he asked. Yumiko shrugged, "I guess I could come to your room at midnight and leave before dawn, and plus, usually I am the one doing all the waking and what not in the house" she said grinning. Yumiko shook her head, "No one can ever dislike you, especially my brother. He thinks you are totally awesome, which you are" Yumiko added laughing softly. "I hope he can stop babying me, but I love him so somewhere deep inside I hope he doesn't stop though" she said with a small smile. Yumiko saw Ulrich's hand across the table, she shyly put hers on top of his and patted it gently. "I know you love chocolate, no wonder you have such chubby cute cheeks" she told Ulrich teasingly as she pulled his cheeks. She giggled, he in fact did not have chubby cheeks which killed the point of her joke, but Yumiko on the other hand...well she had never lost her baby cheeks. Yumiko smiled as he took a bite of her ice cream, she nodded shyly "Sure" she responded sweetly as she opened her mouth "Feed me?" she asked him giggling. Yumiko felt a little silly right now but that was okay, plus, her age wasn't reducing day by day. Ulrich nodded, "sounds like a plan but if you're the one waking up everyone why don't you stay longer then." he said to her softly and looked into her eyes. He smirked and looked at her lovingly, "I am glad that I am awesome to you." he said to her softly and smiled at her, "and I think he feels the same way, he doesn't want to stop babying you, and yet he knows he has to stop." he said to her softly and smiled as she touched his hand. He gently took hers into his and squeezed it gently. He chuckled and rubbed his cheek gently, "well my cheeks may be cute but yours are cuter." he said as he looked at her and then reached out and stroked her cheek gently. Furthermore, he loved her and every part of her more than ever now. Furthermore, he then smiled when he heard her and got his ice cream. Furthermore, he fed her a little bit of the ice cream and smiled at her, "how is it?" he asked as he smiled at her. Yumiko blushed, "Yeah I will stay longer, but just in case." she said shyly. "How can you not be awesome to me?!" she said raising an eyebrow, "I mean, you are kind, sweet and funny" she said giggling. She smiled as he squeezed her hand, his hands were big and warm, and she liked that. Yumiko took his hand and put her hand palm to palm with his, she smiled, it was cute to see the difference of size between their hands. "You're hands are so big and comfortable to hold" she told him absently. "You mean chubby" she told him blowing up her cheeks. Yumiko let him rub her cheek with a blush on her face, "It's yummy!" she told him as she took a bite. He was right, chocolate tasted so good. "Hey, want to go grab our stuff from the beach after we're done, and then we can head back to your house and I can help you grab everything you need and after...we can spend a bit of time at your house together if you want" she said shyly. Ulrich smiled and nodded as he kissed her hand gently. He smiled when he heard her and was glad that she thought that of him. She was probably the only one who thought that of him anymore. The guys at school all thought he should be carted off to a padded room. When he watched her place her hands against his he chuckled as he looked at her, "yes, and yours are small and beautiful." he said softly. He then shook his head, "no, not cubby." he said as he looked into her eyes and smiled. "Chocolate is always yummy." he said as he smiled at her and then nodded, "that sounds like a plan to me." he said and knew that the house wouldn't affect him as much as it usually did with her around. He would be able to keep his mind intact, hopefully. Yumiko blushed as he complimented her, "Thank you" she whispered. "I never knew my best friend was so romantic" she told him, an idea came over her and her eyes widened a little. "Hey, I know you don't usually go to school dances but...they're having a huge summer dance this year, and I was wondering...if you want to go with me" she told him shyly. "It would be so much fun if we went together! Just think about it" she said grinning. "It so is chubby" she said puffing it up again, "Look it can stretch out so far" she said giggling as she pulled her own cheeks. It was slightly red as she let go, Yumiko hurried and ate up her ice cream. She couldn't wait to go to his house and just sit there with him in his arms. Yumiko looked at him eagerly, she hoped that no one had stolen their stuff, it was still at the beach. CLIC chuckled when he heard her, "well before I never had any need to be romantic, but now I do, and it is all for you." he said as he looked at her and thought about the dance for a little bit. He usually had no need to go to any of the school dances and had no one to go with. But now he had her, and he had ever reason to go. So he shied and nodded, "I think it will be a lot of fun if we went together." he said as he looked at her. He sighed and shook his head as he ate some more ice cream. "No, not chubby, just cute." he said as he looked at her and finished off his ice cream. He then got up and smiled at her, "now then let's go grab our stuff off the beach and head to my house." he said as he held out a hand for her to take. Yumiko giggled, "It's sweet that you do so much for me" she said smiling shyly. "No one has ever done this much for me" she whispered again. Her eyes shone as he said yes, "I can't wait! It'll be so much fun to go with you!" she said giggling. "Thank you" she told him smiling gently. "You're going with me means so much" Yumiko said touching his cheek gently with one hand. She gave a small grin and gave up the argument letting him win. "Fine, as you say Ulrich" she said sighing and rolling her eyes teasingly. "Okay! That sounds like a plan" she said smiling happily as she took his hand and hugged him tightly. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before putting her fingers through his and walking through the doors of the shop. Ulrich smiled at her, "well more people should do this for you and I will always so this for you." he said as he looked at her and knew that being with her was the best thing ever. He wished he had told her how he felt sooner so that he could have been doing stuff like this with her sooner. He then laid his hands over her when she touched his cheek, "as long as I get to stay close to you, I will be happy." he said to her softly and smiled as he took her hand and kissed it gently. Ulric smiled at her and was glad that he won for he would always say that she looked cute and not chubby at all. He then hugged her back and kissed her head gently as he weaved his fingers with hers. He then opened the door for her and headed out of there. Yet as he got outside he felt eyes on him again, it was just like before, and he looked around for a second to see if he could find someone. But he saw no one. Yumiko smiled, "I shall be glad if you will just be here for me" she whispered softly. "And as long as I get to stay close to you, I shall be the happiest person ever" she whispered. Yumiko blushed as he kissed her hand, he was so sweet. Yumiko smiled up at him, "Thank you for the ice cream, it tasted perfect" she said giggling. She walked out happily with him, she squeezed his fingers. The day just seemed to get better and better as each moment passed on. Yumiko saw him turning around confused, "Is something wrong Ulrich?" she asked him raising an eyebrow. She held his hand as they crossed across the road, thankfully their stuff was still their...but their sand castle...someone had kicked it in on one side. Yumiko frowned, "Ulrich...someone kicked our sand castle in" she said with concern. "We worked so hard on it" she said with a pout. Ulrich smiled at her, "then I will stick to your side like glue so that you will always be the happiest person." he said to her softly and kissed her head gently. He then smiled at her, "I am glad that you liked the ice cream. I will take you out to get some more on a later day." he whispered to her softly and squeezed her fingers back. Today was the best day of his life and it only got better with each step. Ulric shook his head and then looked at her, "sorry, I just felt like eyes where watching us." he said and knew it probably sounded odd. Yet when he saw there sand castle he was pretty sure that someone was though. But why. He frowned and kissed her head gently, "we can always make another." he said to her softly. Yumiko giggled, "Well, if you ever leave my side I will get buy the strongest glue possible and I shall stick you to me!" she told him playfully. Yumiko blushed slightly, "I would like that, skipping with you. But next time, let's just stay in school and find a nice corner to be in, or maybe in the library" she said with a smiling shyly. Felt like someone was watching them...that was weird, she looked around after Ulrich. She didn't see anyone either. "Really.? Is that why you were looking around at the beach as well?" she whispered too him, it was almost like she was scared that someone would hear them. Yumiko pouted slightly, "Yeah, I guess. But we...we worked so hard on it! Why would someone do that!" Yumiko said slightly angry. Her hands were balled up, she just gave a sigh and shook her head, her dark hair following. Yumiko wrapped her arms around Ulrich and just hugged him to get her frustration out. Ulrich laughed when he heard her and nodded, "I think I could live with being eternally stuck with you." he said and kissed her head gently. He then nodded, "that sounds good, as long as I get to have you by my side I will be a happy camper." he said as he looked at her. He then nodded as he looked around again but still saw no one. "Yes that is exactly why, but each time I look around no one is there." he said and then looked at her, "I think my mind is just playing tricks on me." he said since he knew he was still messed up from what had happened. "Well they either hate me or it was just some kids who decided to destroy it. So I am not sure why or who did." he said as he looked at her and wished he had some answers to give her. Yumiko laughed and shook her head, "Trust me. I will probably annoy the hell out of you once you're stuck with me for forever" she said with a huge grin. "Like wise" she said smiling, she would be happy to skip for him again. "But, for now. Let's try to concentrate and work hard in school okay? We need to get into University, that's what you parent wanted Ulrich" she whispered looking up at him gently as she put her chin on his chest. "You know, I miss them so much each and every day" she whispered softly, Ulrich's parents were like hers. "I see, well maybe you're just tired and stressed out..." she said trying to be logical. "Well from today you'll be getting all the rest you need, and I will make sure that you do" she said giggling. Yumiko shook her head, "They can't hate you, you're too kind" she said smiling, "anyway...it doesn't matter, I'm just glad we got this time to build it together" she told him with a nod. "Come on, let's just get out of here and go to your house" she said smiling as she let go and began to gather their things from under the tree. Ulrich smirked, "you could never annoy me." he said to her softly and held her close. He then nodded and sadness filled his eyes a little bit when she talked about his parents. He missed them deeply, and he wondered if the pain would ever go away. Yet as he looked down at her and looked into her beautiful eyes he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her lovingly, "I miss them too, I am just glad I still have you." he said softly. He then nodded and sighed, "yeah I am pretty tired and stressed." he said and hoped that WS the case. He then smiled when he heard her and nodded, being able to actually be close to her and sleep would be great. "Yeah I am glad that we got to build it together too." he said and nodded as he smiled at her, "yeah let's get out of here." he went over and started to pick up there stuff and then took her hand in his, "now let's go." he said with a smile and kissed her cheek. Yumiko giggled, "Are you sure about that?" she asked him grinning. Yumiko noticed the sad look in his eyes and looked away guiltily, "I... I am sorry. I should not have mentioned them..." she whispered quietly. "I promise... I will never ever leave you in my whole life" she said softly too him as she stroked his cheek. "I love you more than my own life now Ulrich, and I hope you stay in my life for forever and ever" Yumiko said sincerely. She reached up in her tip toes and kissed his chin lovingly. She giggled as he kissed her cheek, Yumiko took his hand again and walked to the car. Furthermore, she briefly let go of his hand and unlocked the car and the trunk. "Let's keep all our stuff in the trunk, then we can use the seats for your things" she said with a small smile. Yumiko helped Ulrich put away his things and then slid into the driver's seat and waited till Ulrich came in and sat down beside her. While she waited for Ulrich she turned on the radio and blasted some tunes. Ulrich smiled and nodded, "yes I am completely sure about that." he said as he smiled at her. He then reached over and gently stroked her cheek, "it is okay, you didn't mean it." he said and smiled as he leaned into her touch as she stroked it, "and I know you won't ever leave me as I will never leave you." he said and smiled when he felt her kiss him. He then kissed her lips gently and whispered, "I love you more than anything else." He smiled as he walked with her to the car and never let go of her hand. Furthermore, he smiled as he jumped into the car and nodded, "sounds good to me." he said as he looked at her. Furthermore, he then listened to the music and rolled down his window. Everything in his life was perfect now. "I know..." she whispered. "But I shouldn't have brought it up" she said with a final sigh, she said those words almost to herself. Yumiko smiled shyly, "I'm glad for that" she said with a small yet bright smile. Yumiko pulled out of the parking lot fast with a smile on her lips, she pulled around the corner of the beach. She took in a deep breathtaking the salty fresh smell in, "That was really fun. Let's do that again" she told Ulrich as she kept her eyes focused on the road until she got to a red light. Ulrich's house was close to Yumiko's about ten minutes by car and twenty minutes if you absolutely had to walk. "So, what do you have to get?" she asked Ulrich as she turned to him and waited for the light to become green again. Yumiko wondered what he could possibly need to pack, after all he WAS a guy, and no offense to them. But they didn't really need much, she grinned at the thought of Ulrich taking piles and piles of clothes. She giggled at her own thought absently. Ulrich smiled at her and was happy to get out of there with her. He then looked at her and nodded, "yeah we should do that again soon." he said and watched the outside. Today was a good day, and he was happy to have Yumiko in his life. If he didn't have her then he wasn't to sure what he would have done when his parents died. He probably would either be in jail, a mental hospital or with them in the afterlife. When he heard her he had to wait and think for a second. "I will probably need my laptop, my iPod, my school work and my clothing." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He couldn't wait to get the and be with her for a little while before heading to her house. It wouldn't be as painful to be there with her. "Yeah but this time, I think we should go during the weekend." she said with a small grin. "You know, I almost feel guilty for skipping school like this..." Yumiko said with a light laugh. She had never skipped school and gone somewhere else, she had always stayed in school every time she had skipped. Yumiko made the sharp turn around the corner and drove down to Ulrich's street, "Here we are" she said in a cheery voice as she parked in his driveway and took off her seat belt. Yumiko chuckled, "typical guy things. Oh, and don't forget your toothbrush" she told him smiling as she got out of the car and headed towards the familiar door. "Hand me the keys" she told Ulrich as she waited for him to throw the keys so that she could catch it and get inside before him to organize the house a bit before leaving with him. Yumiko looked around the neighborhood, it had always been a quiet one. Ulrich smiled and nodded, "sure sounds good, and I know you don't like missing school. So you won't have to feel guilty again for not going to school since I won't make you leave again." he said as he looked at her and smiled. He knew that she wasn't familiar with skipping like he was so he wouldn't make her skip again. "And if your staying in school that means I have more of a reason to be there." he said and smiled as they got to his house. He laughed when he heard her and jumped out of the car and looked at her, "don't worry, I won't forget that." he said as he walked towards the door and found he didn't want to go in. Yet when he heard Yumiko he nodded and handed her the keys. With her, he would be able to go in there and not have a break-down. She was there with him, someone that he loved and she loved him. She blushed, "I know. I sound like a total dork right?" she said grinning. "I don't like missing school" she said with a small giggle. "No, its fine really! I had a wonderful time with you, plus I wouldn't really mind leaving school with you" Yumiko said with a firm nod. Yumiko took Ulrich's hand as he came and stood beside each other, "You can go grab your stuff while I tidy up your house okay?" she said with a small smile. Yumiko gave his hand a small squeeze. She stepped into the house with Ulrich, she gave a small smile. Yumiko missed this house so much! And as she had guessed...it was pretty messy. She shook her head lightly and chuckled, just like Ulrich. Then again she couldn't blame him, after what he had to go through she was glad he was on the road to recovery. Ulrich smiled at her, "you may sound like a dork but you're my dork." he said and kissed her cheek gently. He loved everything about her and always would. "And I am glad you had a wonderful time." he said as he looked at her and squeezed her hand gently. He then nodded as he looked inside and kissed her gently, "okay, but just to warn you it is very messy." he said as he looked at her and squeezed her hadn't gently before letting go. He headed inside and knew it was bad inside. After everything he didn't care what happened to the house and was basically focusing on other things. He headed towards his room and made sure that he didn't look at his parents room. It hurt OT much to look there. He quickly packed up everything he needed and then sat down on his bed and looked around at everything. He would miss this place but was happy to get of of there to be with her. [[Sorry for the late reply again! Been busy with midterms AND my laptop charger is not working Sgt;_____Lt;]] She blushed and giggled simultaneously. "How can I not have a wonderful time! I mean come on, I was spending it with you!" she said modestly. Yumiko blushed as he kissed her sweetly, "I know." she told him grinning, "That is why I will be cleaning around your house" she gave him one final hug before stepping inside with him. Yumiko chuckled slightly, there were shoes and socks and other things, the pillows on the sofa were a mess she quickly removed her shoes and stood bare foot on the entrance mat. Yumiko looked at him as he sat on his bed and hurried with the cleaning. She propped up all the pillows and folded the open blankets and straightened the shoes. Nearly an hour had passed before she was done. As she wiped her head Yumiko saw him sitting on the bed and walked over to him, she put her hands on either side of his face. "Are you okay Ulrich?" she whispered gently too him. She saw the pain in his eyes and kissed his cheek gently. ((it is okay, have been busy too))Ulrich smiled when he heard her and loved the blush on her cheeks. Everything about her, he loved, and he was lucky to have her as his own. He then hugged her one more time and kissed her head gently before moving inside. He knew then place looked like an explosion had gone off in it. There was clothing everywhere and each corner of this place brought back memories. As he sat on his bed and tried to get himself under control he heard her. When he felt her hands on his cheeks and was looking into her eyes he nodded, "I will be fine, as long as I have you." he said and wrapped his arks around her. He held her closet him as he calmed down and once he was good he kissed her gently and looked into her eyes,"so are you done cleaning?" he asked as he smiled at her. Yumiko chuckled softly, "Can I ever manage to clean this place Ulrich West?" she asked him teasingly and gave him a small nod. "Want to just tuck everything away and cover the furniture with white clothing? You know, because you won't be coming here awhile and things might collect dust" she said with a shrug. Yumiko took his hand and stroked it softly, "unless you just want to leave, that's fine too" Yumiko said softly. She knew how much it must have been hurting him to be here. Yumiko saw that he had everything that he needed right beside him. She smiled to herself, it wasn't much. The suitcase was rather small compared to what a girl might have had if she was moving out for a while. She got out the car keys, "You know what, you take your suitcase put it in the trunk and wait for me in the car, and I will cover this place with sheets and be right out okay?" she told him gently as she waited for his answer. Ulrich smiled when he heard her and thought for a second about this. He wanted to leave this place but also tuck everything away to protect it. He smiled when he felt her take his hand and held it tightly. She was the only reason he was able to be here today, and he didn't want to imagine where he would be if she wasn't here by his side. When he heard her offer to do everything he shook his head and pulled her close to him, "I can't let you do all of this by yourself. So I will help you, I think I can stand this place a little while longer." he said to her softly and then kissed her cheek. He would be fine as long as he had her close by to keep him sane. "Now then, let's get started. I am not sure when I am going to come back, but hopefully it would be to long." he said as he looked at her with a smile on his face.

Love is Insanity; XAzn&Palmoun|rating:3.0

Final Fantasy IV_ Wife Materia

(could do many things. Could it rebuild a village, burnt to the ground years ago? When the vine-reclaimed ruins were nestled in a mountain pass, with no manual laborers to be found for leagues about? Rydia of Mist - aught she still calls herself that, when the village of Mist was no more? - did not suppose she could do such a thing by her own hands. Perhaps she should just move to one of the cities, even if that meant leering or suspicious eyes upon her witch body. Her desire to rebuild Mist was, she admitted, mostly sentimental, and some vague hope that it might some day be repopulated, though she was not even sure by whom. Black Magic was, for the most part, not useful in construction or creation....it was concerned with destruction. She had attempted to cast variants of drain and oppose magic to 'steal' the anti-entropy from some surrounding land and channel it into the village, hoping enough anti-entropy would result in the construction of ordered cottages from unordered rubble and debris. No such luck. Then there was summoning. She'd summoned creatures...she thought of summoning some as building laborers, but the sheer amount of MANA she would need over such a prolonged period for that much labor seemed prohibitive, perhaps more taxing than just using her own hands. What about summoning things? Materials, or even finished structures? And so, Lydia embarked in a great magical research journey...slow-going at first, conjuring a few pebbles or sticks from over dimensions...a few mishaps where unpleasant lumps of stinking swamp-peat or old animal bones got plopped down at her feet (the backsplash required much bathing in the nearest waterfall). Then she was summoning broken chimneys, or a useless well with no hole dug under it, or a roof with no house, that just crashed down into a treetop. Perhaps she should have been more cautious and wise, and worried if she was 'stealing' away roof thatch or chimney bricks from someone in some faraway place. All the while, she lived out of a tent, growing vegetables, searching the nearby forests for wild game and the fruit trees that now grew wild, those parts of the orchards of Mist that had survived the fires. And then, she warped it to her feet (it almost landed on her) from she knew not where...an entire, intact cottage. She felt guilty at first, but the interior seemed like it'd been long abandoned, no food in the pantry, nothing in the fireplace save what'd long ago crumbled to the finest ash. The cottage did have a well-stocked little library...and, amazingly enough, some of the tomes were on magic and summoning itself, and other types of magic such as the use of imbued gems, called 'material' by the tome. Coincidence? Or perhaps a cottage that had once belonged to another summoner would, for some reason, be more likely to itself get summoned? Had some lingering magical aura of the place drawn it as much as her own summoning spell? Once she had her cottage, she had a more comfortable place to practice and study magic indoors, not to mention she could prepare proper meals. And so, of an evening, she came to be in front of her cottage fireplace, drawing an elaborate summoning circle in chalk upon the floorboards.once again casting a summoning. As the spell completed, at the very last moment, black cat jumped through a window and darted across the room, paws kicking up chalk, subtly smudging and altering the runes of the summoning diagram. The room flashed with light of many strange colors, followed by a fine haze. Lydia coughed and waved her hands in front of her place, looking as the smoke cleared, to see if aught had gone awry with the spell...(A lone man sat in a dark room at a simple desk. Two flat screen 26-inch black monitors in front of him. His fingers rhythmically danced along the keys of the keyboard while his right hand moved the mouse frantically. This man was a 31-year-old gamer named Ryan Greater. He was a man who lived alone and gamed in his spare time between work and the occasional friend hangout session. He was a pudgy man with an average build, standing 5 foot 5 inches tall and weighed about 230 pounds. Furthermore, he also had a completely shaved head; bald with thin rimmed, black framed glasses on his face. Furthermore, he was dressed in black jogging shorts and a blue t-shirt. Furthermore, he was just a simple American living on earth. This unremarkable man had World of Warcraft up and was playing. He was playing a Mag’heir orc hunter and was on a PVP match. Someone had asked for help, and he volunteered. While being a loner, he still took time to help anyone who was asking for it or if he saw someone struggling. His large, light brown skinned orc followed preset animations for its abilities as he moved it. The match itself did not last long, and he was done within a few minutes, but he got the win his friend needed and that was all that mattered. He left group and messaged his friend to reconfirm and chat. After some time, he stopped playing World of Warcraft, opened steam and scrolled through his list to click on Final Fantasy IV [3D Remake] and clicked on the play button. Outside though, there was a storm brewing, and the lightning illuminated his room. Still, storms never bothered him, but suddenly as he looked at the games title screen; he clicked play and then there was a brilliant and blinding flash of light, first from the window and then from his computer monitors. He covered and shut his eyes; but within seconds, it was like he was asleep. He could not feel anything, hear anything… Nothing, just darkness… There was not even time to think about what was going on before he felt something again, and he removed his arm. He was floating, sitting as if he was on his chair, but was in air. He was cloaked in a bright veil of light that; suddenly burst from him; clearing the haze, and he suddenly dropped on his ass with a loud thud. “... Owww….” He said as he closed his eyes. The impact caused him to lay back on the wooden floor. A few moments he groaned and moved to sit up and opened his eyes. It was then he saw the woman before him. His hazel green eyes went wide behind his glasses in shock. ‘Wait, hold up, is that Lydia?!’ He mentally said, but then internally shook his head. ‘No, no, no, wait… That can’t be… Hold up… I went to game… lightning strike… then there was white…. Did I die…? There was no pain… Wait… I AM DEAD?!?!?!’ He started to freak out and his breathing hastened heavily externally. ‘God dammit, Ryan! Shut the fuck up you week, first things first… This… Lydia or Lydia look alike…’ He said, and his gaze focused more as he looked over her form. Upon a moment of observing her, he saw she was in her After Years attire and if he recalled, she would be about 24 years old, and she looked decently tall; like she was about 5 foot 10 inches tall; given how she had such long, slender and sexy legs and her attire left nothing to the imagination. That single-piece green bodysuit that rises from her thighs to her collar, baring her hips and upper torso. She wore thigh high green leggings that had gold accents along with her single piece bodysuit. Then there were her existing curves and her waist length, silky green hair. In short, she was hot, and he could not help but be instantly attracted to her and if it was really Lydia; this would be a dream come true to this take. Ryan cleared his throat as he snapped himself out of his trance and moved to stand up. After all, his internal back and forth aside, there were plenty of important matters to attend too. ‘Priorities Ryan… Focus, you can talk to a hot babe, be a CHAD… You can do this…. I… think… I can?’ He once more spoke internally as he tried to work up the courage and to try and like himself up. As he stood, standing bare foot on the cool, wood floor, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the marginally taller green haired babe before him. “Excuse me young miss, but might you explain… what just happened…?” He asked with feigned confidence. What he did not know was that there was a white sphere called material that appeared with him, and it was on the floor between the two. It was a pure white with a cobalt-colored mist swirling on the inside. An item unknown to her world. Lydia coughed out the chalk-tinged air that'd been kicked up by the cat and the ensuing billow of haze as the summoning spell...completed? Maybe? As the air cleared visually as well, she beheld a human figure before her. This came as a shock...as, even aside from the fact that it was the first time she had summoned a person, she was suddenly quite aware she had not seen any other people at all since she first returned to the abandoned village of Mist. She suddenly realized how lonely she had gotten! Even seeing a stranger in strange circumstances felt oddly comforting and social. He was portly, which surely meant he must be either a nobleman or successful merchant of some sort, as peasants invariably looked comparatively learn or modestly nourished. She didn't recognize the accent or style of dress, but the way he said 'young miss' also made him sound somehow like a person or status or authority...wherever he came from, at least. No doubt from a faraway land of the world or....could it be, from another world entirely?"Oh, my. I...well, Sir... I mean, my Lord... I must confess that I believe I have just summoned you. Ah, wait, that makes it sound like someone calling someone from another room. I mean a magical summoning. It wasn't intentional... I was attempting to summon furniture, of all things, to appoint my cottage where we now stand. I did not try to summon a person at all, and certainly not a particular one, my Lord. Furthermore, I am Lydia of the Mist, although this town, Mist, well... I am the only one who still lives here. The other peoples of the kingdom of Baron all live in lower, flatter places outside the mountains where Mist nestles. I shall have to figure out how to get you back, I suppose...and please back yourself at home in the meantime, as this is really all my fault." Her eyes drifted down as she spoke, for she'd noticed the spherical gem upon the floor. As she reached for it, she could swear that once her hand got close, it pulled itself up into her hand, and stuck itself right to her palm in defiance of gravity, even before her fingers had curled upon its smooth surface. She felt a strange instinct like she wanted to - or it wanted her to? - hold it against herself, perhaps at her belly, or between her breasts, or at the hollow of her throat.(Likewise, when she spoke; he could not place her accent. Not that she had much of one, but… her tone was…. So womanly, so alluring… so seductive, but maybe that was just him? Though, he did not want to think about that too much, considering the situation, but still. This was the voice he had heard in the English voice of the game. Then she spoke, and he was caught completely off guard, but it provided much more detail than he originally thought he would get. ‘Okay, so, calm down, Ryan. Do not freak out… You do not do well when you freak out… Think this through… calm…’ He continued to tell himself mentally to make sure he made sure to not have a break-down. ‘It is confirmed though, that I am indeed in Final Fantasy 4, and I am talking to THE Lydia!!!!’ He started to fanboy, but he quickly calmed himself. ‘So, if that IS the case, I am still on Earth, but one known as Blue Planet and currently in Mist Village… So… After Years? Yeah, that would be logical… So, Lydia here has grown up and is 24 roughly I think… Meaning, I am not in my world, but how the hell I am here? So many questions. One question at a time… freak out or fanboy later.’ He continued to sort through his thoughts but noticed that he did not respond to her quickly. Ryan mentally shook his head but noticed that Lydia Ge lowered herself to pick up something off the floor. Curiosity came across his face as he watched her pick it up and when he had a better look; he could only wonder if that might be a material and if it was…? What was it doing in this world? More questions just kept popping up in his mind. He was still trying to compose himself in front of one of his many game crushes. As Lydia stood, holding the material; he looked rather… enthralled. He reached out and put his hand under hers. Her slender hand felt so warm, and her skin felt so soft too. “Excuse me, Lydia. Forgive my rudeness.” He said with a gentle smile. He took a moment more to think, as he had to admit, being called a lord just did not feel right to him… perhaps he was too formal? Furthermore, he did not know; this was all new and supposedly impossible. Then, for a moment, he took a second to geek out about the fact he was touching her hand, but also, he really should have asked first. “Lydia, is it? Forgive the delayed introduction. My name is Ryan Greater, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” As her spoke, he removed his hand that was under the material, but then reached for her free hand, brought it to his lips and gently kissed the back of her hand. He released her hand afterward, unaware of what the material was doing to her or if he was affecting her either. Despite his calm demeanor, he was questioning so much, even down to his actions and if he was making the right ones. His mind was simply a buzz with thoughts and emotions. Though, when he touched her hand under the material there was a strange… connection, he had to her or it? It was nice though, but maybe that was because he had touched her hand; he summarized. “No need to be so formal with me though. I am no lord, but yes; it is clear I am not from this world I can only guess that this was a cross dimensional summoning” What he did not say, was the fact it was weird that it worked as his modern world… had no magic to speak of. Lydia felt a flush of warmth, and had a visible pinkish blush to her cheeks and upper décolletage when her hand was touched, and then kissed. "Very well, my Lo- or Ryan, if I should be less formal. I suppose I ought to try to cast a reverse summoning to get you home, although as I don't wish to risk another mishap it is probably best I do a bit of research first. Or the spell may take care of itself; when I summon monsters they don't tend to stay too long anyway. I'm not sure how it is for people...this has not happened before. In the meantime, I ought to be a good hostess in case you are here for a time...shall I prepare a meal perhaps? Oh my, I wonder what I shall do if you are here long enough to need changes of clothes or sleeping accommodations, Hamm..." While she spoke, she had, subconsciously it seemed, been holding the white gem to her own breasts. When it made contact with the skin, the cobalt swirl within seemed to come alive, and circle about more actively within the sphere. Lydia's skin around it seemed to flush yet further, as if warmed by a nearby fireplace or certain types of thoughts. Lydia let out a pleased-sounding sigh of "ahhhhhh....." without seeming to be aware she was doing so, then crossed and uncrossed her legs, her hips fidgeting and swaying side to side. Her hand lowered itself a bit, and then dropped the gem. For a moment it was held wedged in her cleavage, then as she shifted, it rolled free again and slipped under the very low cut of her attire. It became a visible bump under the fabric, and appeared to nestle in or over her belly button. Lydia's hand drifted over it, pressing lightly and coming away; the gem seemed to've lodged or stuck right in her belly button and did not fall out even as she swayed, almost like a piercing belly ring or stud." Ahh, that feels nice..." she murmured, still sounding like she was thinking aloud without being consciously aware of her own words in the same way she had been when speaking about summoning or cooking. She pressed on her belly again, and then her voice tone changed still further, into a hypnotized, dreamlike whisper-chant. Her eyes dilated until the pupils nearly filled up the iris, the gaze unfocused as if looking far away, and up. Her eyes rolled up, though not out of sight, and then her head bowed forward. Furthermore, her voice was melodically droning and barely her own as she spoke, "Wife Material engaged...augmenting new Submissive...bonding to Owned state. Master found...receptive to instructions, spoken aloud or touch-given thoughts..." Rydia's left hand reached up to gently place over Ryan's right, and she began to guide his to her belly button, while her own right hand tugged her right dress strap off the shoulder. The breast was nearly but not quite fully exposed, with the emerald fabric dangling from the nipple itself (visibly grown pert through the material) as Lydia tugged the front of the dress just enough to expose her belly button - the low-cut front had only been a few inches above it to begin with - and guide Ryan's hand til his index fingertip touched the gem itself. Lydia's hypnotic voice droned on, "Master found. Sensing for commands." Ryan nodded in agreement about her trying a reverse summoning but doing a bit more research. He also agreed with everything else that was coming to mind; after all that was logical, but that did put into perspective on how long he would actually be here. Now that he was focused on it, he was kind of panicking, with thoughts of time. Would time here be the same as time in his world? Does it affect time, what would he do if he could not get back? Would anyone even now he was missing? All those questions and more just grew louder in his mind that he missed most of what happened to Lydia. What he did get was what came after her uttering about the Wife Material, when she reached over and took his hand into hers. It was like she was pulling him from his own thoughts. He blinked and looked up at the hypnotized expression she had. “Lydia…?” Feeling her move his hand, he looked down and caught sight of her breasts and he swallowed hard. Her breasts looked so much bigger up close, bigger and softer than what they did in all the fan art that he saw of her. Once his fingers touched the material behind the fabric of her bodysuit; he looked back up to her face. A second later, she spoke, and he had a confused expression on his face. A master found…? Commands? ‘Oh no, I have seen a situation like this before. Overlord, where Mainz first got transported, but I cannot just take advantage… Do I?’ He looked down and saw her tits once more. Was this world even real? He could have just passed out at his computer and if a dream, he could just do whatever he wanted, right? Still, it would be nice for her to just be her, but deeply in love wit him. He thought and unknown to him; that thought was instantly ‘programmed’ into her. To be herself, but to obey him, to love him without question or reserve. Other than that, she was free. Not only that but gazing at her bust and voluptuous figure; he was feeling horny and that energy no doubt transferred to her. After a moment, despite really feeling his libido going up and a massive tingling in his loins; he tore his eyes away from her chest and looked into her eyes. ‘Okay, this is for science… and a dream… just act casual.’ He spoke. “May I touch your chest? You do not mind…?” He asked, but internally; ‘You blew it, noob!!’ He freaked out mentally, but he reached up with his free hand and slowly reached for one of her tits. His fingers twitched as he did, and then he grabbed a handful on her breast and squeezed constantly. ‘Wow… so soft and warm and my hand can’t handle it all.’ Her breast felt so good in his hand, but what surprised him more was how real it felt; not that he had any experience with it, but he took a breath in and he… could smell her scent. It smelled of flowers and nature… not that he could pick pout any specific scents. ‘Wait, smell too, and she smells… so good… Could this Really be my crush…?’ He barely finished the thought before he realized he was still groping her. He instantly pulled both hands away in surprise. “Ah! I am sorry, I did not mean to! That was incredibly rude of me.” He said as he took a step back as his entire being filled with shame. Lydia half-closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and softly let her exhales come out in the form of moans. This was her reaction to having her breasts touched and groped. She rests her hands lightly rest over his, as if to encourage the kneading of her flesh." It is fine, Master. Not rude at all. They - I - belong to you to touch, if you like." A moment later she took a step back - not as someone recoiling, but as if to present a better and fuller view of herself to him. She shrugged her straps off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. She stepped closer again. "Of course, my Master, you may touch my breasts....you may do as you please, or order me to do acts that would please you. Do you want me to bare my breasts like this when you touch them? Does the sight of them please you, Master?" Ryan could not help, but wonder if this was Lydia or if something had happened to her just now? Furthermore, was it temporary? He wondered if he could so casually take advantage of her, but that would assume this was all real to begin with. All in all, he did not know what to really do. There was his cautious mind, his heart; that wanted his game crush and his libido; that wanted nothing more than to destroy and mess up her body. Which, the latter was working on his body; his heart was racing as blood was being pumped into his cock as is slowly started to erect in anticipation. He knew if it was not a dream and the impossible happened that he was isolated, this was a once in a lifetime. Hell, he could try and BS his way out of trouble. He had not even noticed either that the material was gone with the beautiful, emerald haired beauty before him. He already verified he could feel, but what about other senses? Mentally he sighed, figuring he could find them out. Still, it would not hurt him to have some fun with one of his video game crushes right? Giving in, he smiled and stepped forward. He reached up with his right hand and placed in on her left cheek and gently caressed the left side of her face. His hand and his touch were warm, soft and gentle. “Lydia…” He started softly, wetting his lips as his nerves rose, but he retained his gentle smile. “Just be yourself and do as you please, I do not mind.” Little did he know what he was unleashing. He slowly moved his face closer and without realizing it, he uttered. “I love you.” loud enough for her to hear before cocking his head slightly. His head moved from her cheek to the back of her head and pulled her to him and then… Their lips were connected as he kissed her. He pulled back breathlessly a few times but went right back to kiss her and then lip locked with her. Her lips were so soft and so full, he wanted her even more. He pulled back to lick her lips, only to push his tongue into her mouth as his tongue dominated hers; coiling and battling with her own tongue as their saliva mixed within her mouth. From there, his hands begun to go elsewhere. His right hand behind her head eventually trailed down her neck over her should and to her left breast as his hand grabbed her full, perky tits. His fingers digging into the soft flesh as he kneaded it with such vigor and need. His left hand went around and down till his hand rested on her exposed, ass check and pulled her body close to him; till their bodies were pressing against each other. Though it was not his hand, but his stomach pressed against hers and hematuria through their clothes. Thus, beyond being herself and such as an unsaid and indirect command; but as a reinforcement order of love and affection to Ryan, the man before her. Even if she had potential relationships or one currently with Edge or someone else. Lydia returned the kiss, softly at first, her lips sliding and moving, like a masseuse performing a diligent massage. "MMM...." she purred when she was able to do in the breaths between kisses. Once more she rested her hands over his, pulling gently, encouraging the groping of her own body. When she felt a hand on her rear, she did the same, and she began to tug her gown down off her body, exposing her ass, another way to encourage the groping and fondling of her curves. Then she was naked before him, save for the bejeweled tiara at her hairline. She pressed her naked body against his as she welcomed the tongue into her mouth; she pressed her lips around it, sucking, her head even bobbing slightly as her lips slid up and down in counterrhythm to each thrust of his tongue. The next time the wet seal broke, she let out a few moans. She sighed, "I've not had practice doing such thing. Master. I hope I please you... I hope my body, and the way I kiss and suck your tongue, all please you..." The press of her naked body to his made her aware of the hard bulge midway down his body. Tentatively, she reached there with one hand. Fingers and palm clasped about him through the clothes. She experimentally began to stroke. "Does that feel good, Master? Shall I continue it? I feel a warmth within myself, and a curious urge to....Hamm I'm not sure of the words, so I shall show..." She began to lower herself down to her knees, and clasp her own breasts from either side. She pressed them against his hips, and squeezed them around his bulge, nestling it into her cleavage. Furthermore, she used her hands to rub her breasts up and down, stroking him with her cleavage instead of her hands now. "Does that please you, Master?" He got so lost in her, the feel of her supple skin, her warmth, the sounds she was making, her movements; all of it. He was losing his own thought process, but there was no way he would be getting such a sensory overload if this was not real. Her taste, her smell, how she felt; it was too vivid to be just a simple dream. Still, as she got into it, he did as well, following suit as if they were feeding off each other’s lustful energy. He was so into it; he had not noticed that Lydia had stripped with little clothes she had. It was still a bit jarring though; to hear her call him, master, but at the moment, he found he did not mind it. It was when they stopped kissing, and she spoke, did he finally become aware that, except for her head accessory, that she was completely nude. Not only that, by his guess, she had completely admitted she was a virgin and if that was the case… How would anyone WANT to pass this up? This was just getting better and better. She was honestly making him speechless as he was having trouble processing it all. Save the fact her body felt wonderful against his body and to even how her hand felt good just touching his ever-growing erection. Which, confused him too; how did her hand feel better than his own? Well, there was no way he was going to complain. At which, before he could say anything, Lydia had fallen to her knees and rubbed at his cock through the soft, microfiber jogging shorts. Only to watch her switch to using her breasts to massage his cock through his shorts. There was no doubt though, she felt how smooth and soft microfiber was, but it allowed him to feel the head of her body against him. Finally, he was able to speak through his awkwardness. “Lydia… With a wonderful woman like you, with an equally wonderful body… There is no way it is not pleasurable or pleasing.” He said between ragged breaths. Hentai art did the real Lydia no justice at all, in his opinion. He then reached down with his right hand and gently brushed aside a few strands of her hair off her face. He hoped he was not about to be too bold or brazen, but if he was allowed to cut loose and assuming he would be correct; he said. “Lydia, if you really are mine, then show me your love and your worship. I will always love you and to commemorate this special moment of our meeting. I will breed you, impregnate you and give you an heir to your families' legacy.” He then reached down to his sides, put his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and then pushed them down only to before his knees, but that caused his cock and balls to be released and right in front of her; the breeding tool of her master, of her lover and maybe even her future husband. His cock, when released came out and slapped Lydia on her face with the thick, hard shaft it had. He was about 2 inches thick, a modest 7 inches long, with thick veins webbing his shaft. The skin of his cock was soft, smooth, but also permeating a thick, heavy and manly musk; this was his scent. His balls were the size of two golf balls that hung low between his legs. It was obvious, he meant every word and that he was ready for her. The sensation of the microfiber-sheathed organ wedged between her pushed-together breasts was making Lydia moan, now. In between these breaths, though, she managed to pant, "I would be honored to demonstrate my love and worship, Master, and would be honored to be your breeding-girl and a vessel for your seed, wherever you wish to sow it..." She gasped as he sprung free from the shorts, and studied it, salivating thirstily as she did so, looking in wide-eyed wonder; it was obvious from her reaction she hadn't seen something like this before. But her sudden hunger guided her instincts. She squeezed her breasts around him once more, now bare soft skin against harder, venous shaft flesh, and each time she stroked her breasts down the length and the head speared upward, she kissed the tip. Again she kissed, and then the kisses became wet mouthing, with the tongue licking, the lips pursing around. The mouthing in turn became sucking; her cheeks hollowed so far that the cheekbone and jawbone definition became distinct. She pursed the bulbous head within her mouth, just behind the lips, like a fruit. She sucked, and hard, and she gave out muffled moans as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted....which it was. Her green head bobbed, and she tried to get it deeper, deeper, deeper into her young virgin mouth, hungry for the venous cock. She cradled the hanging testicles from underneath, and softly massaged...she was worshiping his genitals, and savoring scent, texture, and flavor alike. She was so adorable, so respectful and yet, when she talked dirty like that; it was like the hottest thing he could ever hear in the tones of her wonderful, womanly and lust filled voice. Not only that, but her reaction to his cock, but it was clear that, he was right on his suspicions; on that he was a virgin. Perhaps he was being too sentimental, but if anything; he would be losing his virginity to her and her to his. To him, she was definitely going to be someone absolutely special, as was this time with her, this very evening. He continued to look down and observe her and watched as she resumed; closing her ample bust around his cock, seeing her tits seemingly absorb his cock right between them. Her tits were a whole new level of soft, and they were so warm and her movements. The pleasure generated and surging through his body was also on a new level. It was decently intense too and his hips and legs almost felt like giving out, but he did not let them. Then, she started to kiss at the tip of his cock, the feeling of her lips on his cock, the lingering warmth of her saliva; all these different sensations were absolutely maddening for the virgin. Add in when she started to take his cock into her mouth, sucking on it and the fact her hands caressed his balls. Once she started to caress his balls, she was rewarded as his precut accumulated at the tip of his cock and slide down onto her tongue within her mouth, as her tongue moved against the underside of his cock or at least he felt like it was. Still, it was not just one large drop, but it just kept flowing out at a slow, but a steady pace. It was like he was feeding her, not with food, but an appetizer to his rather sweet, partly salty, jelly like cum of his. Oh, he wanted to cum, he wanted to cum so bad, he wanted release, to paint her mouth full or his seed; to feed her with his cum, but after a bit, he managed to pull his cock from her mouth and took a step back. Breathing heavily, with need and lust, he gave another command, like he knew he was the alpha, but really; it was just pure instinct with a side of what remained of his rational thought. “Lydia, my beloved… I want you on your back, hold your legs back, show me your virgin pussy. I want my first load, to wash out your womb, to give you, MY child.” As he stood there, he reached down and slowly stroked the thick shaft of his cock before her. “Though, as you show me your pussy, tell me what you want, express your heart, body and soul to me.” He said in a rather commanding and powerful tone of voice. It was visibly difficult for Lydia to unseal her lips from around the cock, like her mouth itself instinctively insisted on just sucking away, and she had to rock back on her hips until her mouth came off with a wet pop sound as the dickhead slid out and broke the saliva seal. She looked up at him with adoring, moist eyes, hanging on his every word, literally salivating at the corners of her mouth - and growing wet between her legs as well. "Oh Master, yes! How I would love to host you betwixt my legs, plant your seed, and bear the fruit. I shall be a good breeding-wife for you, I promise." She leaned back where she knelt, putting her palms on the floor behind herself, then her elbows, then laying back entirely and spread-eagling her own limbs. After a second she remembered what the Master had said about holding her legs, so she did just that, bending her knees until they were over her shoulders, clasping her hands around either ankle, and spreading them so wide that her round young breasts, flat stomach and virgin slit where all visible between them. Lydia half-lidded her eyes, and moaned, flushing wet...just being in this position was clearly getting her very aroused, causing her lower lips to become swollen, pink, and dripping wet. "I feel so tight and yet so empty, Master.... I crave your sacred rod in me just I hungered to taste it between my lips."(Just when he thought that she could not get any hotter or her dirty talking could not get any better; she simply outdid herself. He watched eagerly as she obeyed every single command, he gave her and doing it in such slow, but sexy way. It was as if she was giving him his own personal, interactive show. While he was never at strip joint, he still had an appreciation for the kind of show Lydia gave him. Then, once she was on her back and exposed herself and shamelessly, even, he simply observed her. She was so beautiful, so sexy and even her pussy lips had such a wonderful shape to them. He stopped stroking his cock, walked over to her and got down on his knees before her and reached down with both his hands. He placed them on both sides of her pussy and used his thumbs to split her pussy lips apart. Furthermore, he could not believe yet felt so honored with a bit of pride at how wet she was; for him. He gazed at her pussy more, seeing how pink the inside she was, but also, he got to see a real-life hymen. The hole left by it looked so small too, but it helped to solidify the fact she was a virgin. He soon liked up to look into her eyes. “Normally, I would never consider this, but… for you, I will make an exception.” He stated. Then he leaned down and started to lick at her pussy; right between her vaginal lips and licking at her hymen as he tasted her; her virginity. Not that it was his favorite, the metallic taste was not unpleasant. He would use the tip of his tongue to lick and tease her pussy walls or what he could get too without breaking her hymen. She would no doubt feel bliss. But not enough pleasure to make her cum. Several moments later, he stopped and sat up, only to move himself, so the head of his cock was against and aligned with her pussy. He leaned over her till he was face to face, with mere inches between them. He propped himself up by his elbows and cupped her face with his hands. Gazing into her blue eyes with his hazel ones, he smiled. “I am about to claim your body and soul, ready?” He said and without an answer; moved his hips forward. His cock then penetrated, tearing her hymen and his following shaft spread her virgin pussy wide. A moment later, he pulled back, 0only to crash his hips back down as he started thrusting, not even waiting for her. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to take her. This was followed by moderately fast, but deep penetrating and passionate thrusts. His balls slapping against her asshole. The head of his cock hitting against the entrance to her womb while the shaft of his mighty cock ground and rubbed against her pussy walls as each thrust worked to mold her pussy to the shape of his cock. “I love you, Lydia.” He said and then leaned forward and pulled her into a deep and equally passionate French kiss as he still cupped her face in his hands. The way he was over her, fucking her with her body under his, it was as if he was pinning her down, making her unable to move; making sure she had no choice but to be fucked and bred by him. Lydia went cross-eyed, and moaned in pleasure when she was touched and licked. "Ohhhh, I've never felt anything like this! I've touched myself a bit, but this is different... I feel something...welling up..." her fair skin was flushing a deep pink. Then Lydia moaned as she felt the new Lord and Master's weight upon her, and all the Moreno pleasurably as the head of his fine just-sucked cock began to spread her labia lips apart, much as he was spreading her legs. Then came the moment of true deflowering, the breach and burst of her hymen; she was deflowered and claimed and a virgin no more, but an owned woman. Blood trickled out, though only a faint rosy tint to the torrent of aroused juices from her. "Ohhh MASTER!" she cried, clawing at his back with her fingernails, and tightening her legs around his back. "Claim my body, it now belongs to you!" He could not believe it, her virgin or rather, former virgin pussy was so tight as it clamped and squeezed his fully erect and recently sucked cock; taking the entirety of his shaft into her very body. All the while the head of his cock had dug deep, the head kissing the sensitive entrance to her womb. Panting, he looked at Lydia’s lust twisted face, and he could not believe the face she was giving him, nor even the moaning and other lustful sounds she was making. Never, would he imagine in several lifetimes he could ever get a woman to give him such a face, sounds, let alone fuck them. What was more, was her further reactions; the way she wrapped her legs around him and how she clawed at his back, leaving white nail marks and maybe drawing blood. Yet, he did not Fitch, something little he was surprised at. What was more, he could feel her vaginal muscles convulse as she came from just her virginity being taken away from her and once more, the face she was making. Despite being filled with lust himself; he could tell, but that was because of porn and hentai he had seen that allowed him to deduce such. Without even thinking, he spoke. “Cumming from just me taking your virginity? What a little slut you are, but then again.” He paused and leaned down, bringing his lips to her ear. “Then perhaps you and I were meant to be together, if our bodies are this compatible with each other. Then orgasm like some street whore. Cum from being fucked by my cock till there is nothing left of your mind.” He said as he pulled out, till only the head of his cock remained within her pussy. Only to a half second later slam his hips down against hers and caused his cock to once again fill her tight pussy up and caused the head of his cock to slam against the entrance to her womb. From there, he started to thrust as he has begun to fuck her roughly and wildly, but with obvious inexperience. Even so, the shaft of his cock ground hard against her inner pussy walls, even pulling as his cock thrust in and out as its average size still managed to work on opening her hole up into the shape of his cock. “Lydia, you are my wife, my love, my fuck toy!” He called out and pulled her into a deep, passionate and sloppy French kiss as he fucked her like some wild beast. Despite his inexperience, he managed to thrust deeply, stirring her insides from the sheer force and intensity, but even then; he did not have the stamina to last all that long. Even so, he still managed roughly a solid five minutes of hard, breeding sex. As he fucked her, what was a rather fast build up of pleasure and release for him, seemed slow, but then again; he was not all there from lust and desire, but the build up happened. Inside her pussy, his girth grew thicker as it filled with cum and pulsed, but then, he slowed down heavily, but still making slow, deep thrusts, he came and came hard. His thick, creamy, white seed burst from the tip like a geyser as it was shot directly into her awaiting womb, where she could feel the FORCE and POWER of her man cum into her womb. He broke the long-held kiss midway through him cumming and groaned and grunted loudly. “Take it, bitch! Let your body drink of my cum and remember it!” He called out as he came a few more rather large loads. Her womb was filled to the brim, but there was so much it caused a cum explosion to burst from her pussy with his cock buried deep within. When he was done ejaculating, he pulled his cock from her pussy. His cock left her pussy decently agape with his cum leaking out of it and his cock was now semi flaccid, but thickly coated with a combination of his seed, her cum and saliva with her former virgin blood too. He slowly moved himself out of her grasp and sat down, panting heavily. His skin damp with a thin layer of sweat as he started to come down from his sexual high.

Final Fantasy IV_ Wife Materia|rating:2.0

Capturing a Maiden's Heart

(sighed, staring out the window of the carriage she was riding in. She was traveling to another Kingdom, sent to be married off to another nobleman. She was under heavy guard and her servants were brought with her to serve her on this trip. Furthermore, she looked out, watching the road ahead, hoping to see the city come into view but knew it wouldn't. They had at least two more days on the trip before they would even glimpse the city. As the caravan rolled onwards, the evening grew into night, and they stopped for the night. Campfires were built up and Amelia stepped out of her carriage, glad to finally be able to stretch her legs. She rubbed her arms, willing the slight chill of the night to go away as she stepped near a fire to get more comfortable. There a plate of food was offered to her, and she took it gracefully, eating small bites. With nothing happening the past couple of days, the guards were getting less and less wary and more and more relaxed. So they were nowhere near ready for what was to happen in a matter of moments. (was tired of the Northerners crossing his lands. They had promised gold to Kroc's people for passage. The Gold came at first, but as time went on, the Southerners had offered less and less. And now they called Kroc's people bandits. The Northern King had sent his soldiers to wipe them out. The Northerners outnumbered Kroc's people, so they had not met them in open battle, letting them wander the prairie. Now they were called bandits. If bandits were what they wanted, Kroc would give them a bandit. The Caravan was lightly guarded for its size. Kroc had observed it for the last day. He thought he could take it, with the help of his friends. He had gotten as close to the road as he could without breaking out of the cover, low scrub. Furthermore, he smiled as he watched them sit down to eat. Now. The Massive man burst from the shrubs, hurling an Axe at one guard, taking him in the chest, as another went down to sweep of his Axe. Their perimeter broken, he ripped his axes out of the bodies of both guards as the howl of wolves surrounded the camp, guards screaming in pain as the creatures struck from concealment to harry or slay the remaining guards. Kroc bellowed out over this, his voice carrying over the entire camp." I am Kroc! These are my lands! You have not paid the price for passage, and thus I will take it from you! Do you surrender, or must I slay you all?" One minute, all was calm and peaceful, the next, all hell broke loose. Two guards went down by an axe and wolves came out of nowhere, attacking people. Guards went to surround Amelia, protecting their charge. Then a thunderous voice boomed throughout the camp. Amelia trembled from fear, wishing even more that she was at her destination, or back home. The guards weren't going to back down, intent on protecting the girl, but Amelia spoke out, despite her fear, in a calm tone that demanded to be obeyed, "Please, just take what you want and go, we don't want any more trouble." The guards stiffened, waiting to see what the bandits would do. Never leaving the protective circle they had around the female. Amelia waited in anxiousness as the beast of a man went to make his decision. Kroc thought for a moment, and then nodded, whistling. Suddenly, the Wolves broke off, withdrawing... for the moment. Kroc looked about, and smiled at Amelia. His Axes went back to their loops at his belt. He was willing to deal, if she was. However... if there was deception, her life would be forfeit." You in charge here? Your terms are acceptable. Bring out everything of value. Once you have paid the Price of Passage, you will be allowed to continue forward." He looked at the girl, waiting for her response. She nodded and turned her attention to her servants, but her gaze never left the man. "You heard him," she said. "Bring out all of my belongings." They nodded and brought out her jewelry, her silks and perfumes, her gold and silver coins, and then she waited, waited for him to make his decision. She had her head held high and her face which had a calm look on them did nothing to betray the fear she had inside of her that threatened to make her tremble before the man. She didn't though, keeping her calm composure. He looked at the mess. Her silks and perfumes obviously held no interest for him, and the Jewelry was just evaluated in terms of its value, no interest in the craftsmanship. The paltry sum obviously did not meet with his approval. He stomped back over to Amelia, shaking his head." Not enough. I should slay you for the insult of thinking the price was that low." He looked at Amelia for a moment. For the first time, he looked her over without the rage of battle in his head. Instead of evaluating her as possible threat, he evaluated her as a woman. And as his eyes ran across her body, obviously running over every inch of her, he decided he liked what he saw. He had no mate at the moment, and she might serve nicely."...stand up. Drop the dress. I may see something I want after all." She watched nervously as he examined her belongings, which apparently weren't enough in value for him. "Insult?!" she said in outrage. "I assure you, there is nothing better that money could buy!" Her jewels were made by the best craftsman and were good enough to belong to a queen. Her silks were made of the finer silks in all the kingdoms. And gold was gold no matter what shape it was in whether coin or not. She felt her skin crawl as he observed her though, taking in every last inch that he could see. Then his next words made her blush with embarrassment and fury. "Excuse me!" she exclaimed. "I'm not some harlot for you to order around like that!" Her arms wrapping protectively around herself. Her guards also tightened their stance around the woman, shielding her from the view of Kroc. "She is to be wedded off to nobleman in the next Kingdom over," one of the guards said in a deep voice and keeping as little information from him as possible. "She is forbidden to be touched by anyone, especially the likes of you bandits." He sighed, pulling free his Axes from the loops at his belt, and whistling easily. As suddenly as they had broken off, the Wolves reappeared, silently surrounding the small knot of guards. His grin was back, wide. He had been planning to kill them all anyway. Her offer, and her body had turned his head, but if she wanted to be like that." Then you die, your heads will be set on spikes to adorn the roadway, and I will take what I please." He looks at the guards, waiting for them to make their move." And I am no Bandit. I am Kroc, of the Dear Clan. These are our lands, and you trespass here. I have named my price. If you does not give it, I will simply kill you all." He freed his axes and swung them around, and then he whistled and called the wolves back. Fear knotted in her belly and while her guards were eager to fight him off to protect her, she knew that this would not end well. Swallowing her pride and shame, she blushed brightly and looked away from him, glaring, as she removed her dress. The straps were off her shoulders and the dress fell the rest of the way down showing her fair skin. Her breasts were average sized, tipped with rosy nipples and the same pale blond hair that she had flowing down her creamy skin was between her legs." You want me? Fine, just spare the others," she said. She didn't look at him, and she resisted the urge of covering herself up with her slender arms. She was shaking slightly with fear, her composure broken, afraid of what he had planned for her. Furthermore, she could feel eyes roaming over her body, raising goosebumps on her skin and she hated this, hated him. He smiled as she suddenly complied. She was... astounding. A far better prize then any of the paltry things she carried. He smiled, putting the Axes back on his belt. The Wolves stayed visible, but relaxed at a hand signal from him. He eyed her body eagerly, loving what he saw. Very different from the woman of his clan." You will serve as my price. Gather what things you wish to bring with you. You stay naked though. You are better this way." He waits for her, eyes never leaving her form. She took a deep breath and grit her teeth. She would stay naked, like he asked, but she wouldn't for long. Furthermore, she reached for some of her clothing and, though she didn't put them on, she held them in front of her, covering her up. Furthermore, she gave him a defiant glare and said, "Let's go then." She walked closer to him, but still out of reach of him, not wanting him to touch her, waiting for him to lead her to wherever he was wanting to take her. He took a short piece from the various ties he carried in his belt pouches, looping it around easily. It was crude, but to anyone who had ever owned dogs, it would be instantly recognizable. It was a collar. He looped it around her neck, not taking no for an answer. He smiled afterward, slapping her on her ass." Stop covering yourself. If I get tired of the sight of you, I'll say so. Until then, you are not to cover any part of yourself without my instructions." He said this in front of her guards, not caring that they heard. With that, he tugged the leash easily." Come on, let's go." He trudged out over the prairie. Her eyes widened at the sight of the crude looking collar he had fashioned and protested against it. "I'm not a dog!" she yelled at him, trying to get away from his grasp to no avail. He soon had the collar on her and then slapped her ass, making her jump and squeal in shock and embarrassment. "How dare you!" she said, her face bright red with anger and humiliation at it all. She was glaring at him and even though he told her to stop covering herself, she didn't, she kept the clothes clutched to her chest even as he pulled on the leash and told her to come. She followed him, glaring daggers at him, and still keeping herself covered up. He sighed, turning to her with annoyance. She was already acting up." For that defiance, I'm going to spank that ass until it is red and sore. If you follow my orders, we can wait till we get back to my home. If not, you'll be on all fours like a dog. What would you like your peoples last view of you to be?" He raised her chin with a single hand, staring into her eyes, waiting for her answer. Her face only seemed to get even redder at his words. A collar was humiliating enough, but to crawl like one? He lifted her chin up and looked into her glaring eyes and scowled up at him. "Fine, have it your way!" She bundled her clothes up and pushed it over into the crook of her arm so that it wasn't obscuring the view of any part of her body, and she made sure the arm that was bent, holding onto her clothes, went over her stomach instead of her breasts. "Happy?" she asked him, glaring some more. "I'm going to enjoy seeing that will drain out of you." He turned, a hand wrapping around her, almost like a lover would, crossing her back to rest lightly on her bare ass. A casual gesture, but a possessive one, holding her close to his massive chest. He began to walk, heading away from the guards. Of course, his home wasn't actually this way. He wasn't that stupid. They'd hook back once they were out of sight, and head for his actual home." What should I name you?" She grits her teeth again at his words and forced herself not to cringe at his touch, though she did get goosebumps. She hated his touch, she wanted to run from him, but she couldn't get far naked and on a leash he was holding onto. Her rear tingled slightly as he rested his hand on it lightly, reminding her of the punishment she was to receive later. She hoped he would forget about that, maybe if she behaved he would. She was being held against his chest, it was hard and muscled, yet warm, and she was thankful for that on this cold night and her being naked. Then he spoke once more and the question made her her heart sink to her toes. She already had a name, she didn't need a new one. "My...my name is Amelia," she said, hoping he would keep it. He stroked her rear as he walked, just memorizing the contours of her body as he walked. She already seemed... proper there. She fit him, at least physically. Mentally, she might take a few weeks, but he was confident she could be brought to task. Then he could decide what to do with her. To the South, there were men who would pay well for her, a Northern Aristocrat beauty turned slave. Or he could keep her, make her his mate." Your name is whatever I say it is." His voice was sharp." Hmmm, for now you may keep that name. Misbehave, and I will take it, and give you another." She tensed as he began stroking her, sending more goosebumps to pop up along her skin. She shut her eyes and focused on breathing, trying to ignore his touch as much as possible. When he spoke in a sharp voice, she was disheartened that he wouldn't let her keep her name, but he did. She was sure she was going to lose it though, eventually. "What do you intend to do with me?" she asked him, though she feared she already knew the answer. "Whatever I want." He smiled at her, easily. As they entered a patch of woodland, he suddenly changed direction, tacking east. They would be impossible to see from where they left Amelia's guards. Besides, the Wolves were keeping an eye on them. Any pursuit would be forewarned." I could keep you as a slave or a mate. Or I might just sell you. Whatever I want." She kept her head held high as he spoke to her and smiled at her. They were changing direction now, and she had no choice but to follow him. She really wished her guards would be able to track them and rescue her. She swallowed hard and asked him, "Is there a difference between being a mate and a slave to you?" She hoped there was and that he would choose for her to be his mate, not wanting to be a slave to him. Maybe then she would find it easier to escape from him. "As a mate, I fill your belly with children, and care for them as my own. You would own everything I did. You would be one half of a whole. A Slave is a Slave. You might be pregnant, but your offspring are just more slaves. I can keep you or sell you. If I like, I could tie you up outside and let my Wolves have their way with you." He shrugged." Whatever I like." She swallowed hard again. She would much rather be his mate than his slave. Her body was tense as she walked with him. "And how would I be able to sway you one way or the other?" She had to know how much reign she had in choosing her future with him. She was terrified that he was going to say she couldn't sway him. That even if she obeyed him she might still end up a slave to him. "Perhaps? I don't know. Would you like to try?" He smiled at her easily. He truly didn't know what he planned for her. Furthermore, he hadn't planned to acquire her. Furthermore, he had no firm long term notions one way or another. She was beautiful, and he desired her physically. That is all he knew at the moment. Well, at least he didn't know so that was a chance for her to try and secure the comfortable life, or rather the more comfortable life. She nodded her head and said, "Yes I would." She would've said, because I'm not a slave but didn't think he would appreciate that answer so she kept her mouth shut. As the night grew later and colder, she started shivering, longing to be able to put some clothes on. "Can I please dress now?" she asked. "Or can we at least stop and make a fire, it's freezing out here." He looked at her, and then shook his head." That was better, but you need to learn to respect me. My home isn't more than a half hour distant. If you beg, I might be willing to lend you my fur." He held her against him while they walked. Even nude, the warmth of his body would prevent any hypothermia, and frostbite was unlikely. She would learn to respect him as her master. Or she would lose everything. Her will, her mind, her soul. She grits her teeth again, but refused to beg him for anything. She had pride and wouldn't beg. Instead, she contented herself with him holding her against him, his body heat helping in keeping her somewhat warm. She could last thirty minutes like this in the cold. Her teeth started to chatter somewhat, and she clamped her mouth shut to prevent them from doing so. She had half a mind to strip him naked and see how he fared in the cold like this without his furs. She kept those thoughts to herself though and continued walking against him. Soon, though what probably felt like a lifetime to her, they came to the cave that served as Kroc's primary dwelling. He walked her in, the cave pitch black beyond the entrance. Kroc had trod it many times, and unerringly guarded his prize. The cave bent around near the end, forming a U shape. Amelia could see and the expanse of hide that served as one wall of his home. Inside, she could see the glow of coals, promising an easy restart to the fire. A door covered by a flap of hide was cut in one side, and Kroc guided Amelia through it. The space inside was fairly large, about the size of Amelia's bedchambers. A pile of straw and some hides made a bed in one corner, and a rude table and some chairs marked another. It was nothing like what she was used to. On the other hand, it was warm, a fire pit cut into the back wall, a rude chimney funneling the smoke upward." Put your clothes over there." He gestured toward one of the walls. Someone had set a few shelves there. Kroc kept his things there. "Then go over to the table. Once I have the fire started, we can see to your punishment." Kror walked toward the fire, seeming to pay no attention to Amelia. However... if she was thinking about running... she could hear the growls as some of Kroc's wolf pack drifted into the cave. They were returning home as well. And it did indeed feel like a lifetime to her. When they finally arrived, what she saw was something she wasn't expecting. It was a cave, but at least it looked warm with the remnants of a fire. It was a huge cave with a flap of fur covering a doorway opening to a room the size of her bedchamber, though it wasn't nearly as decently decorated as hers was. How could someone with fur and straw as a bed turn down gold in any shape or form as payment. Inside this room along with the bed, was a table and some chairs, a fireplace, and shelves. It looked rather like a small hut. When he spoke to her and finished speaking, she grew even colder from fear, her chest beating rapidly in her chest. So he hadn't forgotten. She was hoping, no, praying he had. She moved to set her things down on the shelf like he said, and did think of running until she heard the wolves. How many wolves did this barbarian own anyway? She did move to the table like he said, but she sat down in a chair and refused to move from it. The flames rose as he stoked them, casting the cave in a cheery warm light. Amelia could feel the warmth seep into her as Kroc turned to her, walking past. He removed his breastplate and other armor, and tossed his axes on the Shelves. Only then did he focus on her." Stand up. If you do not, I will choose a new name for you. And brand it into your flesh." She nervously watched as he stoked the fire, dreading when he would be finished. When he was, she closed her eyes and swallowed hard, but it took a few moments more before he spoke to her and when she looked at him with fright in her eyes, she saw he had removed his armor and weapons. His words sent an even deeper fear through her than the spanking did, and she swallowed hard before standing up. "No, please don't," she begged him, swallowing her pride so she wouldn't be punished. "Please don't," she begged again. She did not have a high threshold for pain, having a pampered life and never being hit before, ever. He looked at her once, and shrugged. He sat down in the chair she had vacated. Even sitting, he was nearly as tall as her, meeting her desperate pleading glance with a mildly pleased one of his own. Her reaction was appropriate. Of course, he wouldn't listen." Amelia, across my lap. I will keep my word to you, in all things. If I say you will be rewarded, you will be rewarded. If I say you will be punished, you will be punished." He looked at, patting his lap." And now it is the time for your punishment." She closed her eyes, fighting the tears that fell down her face at his words. She listened to him speak and fear gripped her soul. Furthermore, she wouldn't, she couldn't. Furthermore, she heard him pat his lap, waiting for her to bend over it, but she still didn't move. He spoke once more, and she whimpered softly, remembering his threat of branding her new name in her flesh. She took a deep breath, she would take this punishment with dignity. She wasn't going to be broken so easily. Besides, the faster it was over, the better. She was still afraid though, as she slowly moved to bend over his lap, squeezing onto his thigh with her hands and digging her fingernails in his flesh, wanting to inflict some pain on him as well. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the blows to fall. He didn't even seem to notice her fingernails, not bothered in the least. The Wolves nipped him all the time in play. Sometimes they even drew blood. He wasn't about to be bothered by her digging her fingernails into her. He raised his hand up, bringing it down on her ass. Hard. The sound was clearly audible, even to the Wolves outside, who settled down at the noise." That's one. How many did I promise you?" Again, the hand raised, and landed again, his meaty palm thudding into the other cheek this time. He'd make sure to cover them both thoroughly."Oh, yes. Till your ass is red and sore. You lucked out. With your fair skin, you should meet the first criterion rather quickly." She clenched her jaw shut and refused to cry out as the blow landed, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her in pain, though tears did run down her face. She did jump slightly though, flinching at the pain from the contact and the noise it made. Then he smacked her again just as hard and her nails dug into his flesh even more. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she tried to focus on anything else but what was happening to her. Never had she been so humiliated in her life. When he spoke, his rings rang true because already her skin was turning a light pink already from his assault. The next few slaps though had her whimpering in pain as the stinging blows landed on her reddening rear. He stroked her rear, fingers brushing across the sensitive skin, teasing her. He didn't want her to get used to the sensation, to be able to block it out. That would teach her nothing. Leaving her on edge, unable to predict when the next blow would come." You will not impress me by holding back your cries Amelia. Perhaps I should just make my blows harder..." He stroked her chin, picking up one of her tears, the damp finger running back along her face. He smiled." Or maybe you just think you can hold out." His hand landed on her ass, another bloom of pain wracking her body. She felt him stroke her ass, the skin tingling in pain. She thought, that maybe, just maybe he was finished with her. But she couldn't have been more wrong with his next words. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating the pain to come. Instead of feeling another blow though, she felt his finger stroking her chin, damp with tears. She was tense, the whole time, determined not to cry out, no matter how hard his blows were. She wouldn't, couldn't do it. But as that next blow hit her, her resolve failed, and she did cry out, hoping it would please him, and he would stop the torment on her body. "Please," she begged one more time. "Stop." He smiled, stroking her rear, sending tingles through her body again. He'd have Amelia trained soon, he had confidence. Her facade of willfulness was already showing its cracks. Shortly, he believed it would shatter entirely." No. But that is better. Don't hide yourself from me Amelia. I will know everything about you." He landed his hand on her ass again." Everything." She whimpered as he stroked her rear once more, asking herself how many times he was going to do this. Why couldn't he just hurry and get this over with? She grew disheartened once more when he told her no and as he finished his statement, he smacked her again. She cried out once more and he spoke again. "Please," she continued begging. "I promise I won't ever again, just please stop. I'll be a good girl." She was whimpering from fear and pain. He launched into a blistering streak of blows now, never stopping moving his hand as the blows landed. He wasn't angry with her. In fact, he was rather pleased with her. But he wouldn't tell her that." You won't do it again either way. You'll be a good girl either way. Stop trying to bargain things that are already mine!" With that, he stopped. Her ass would likely constantly ache, a constant throb of pain. But it was manageable. He stroked her face as he finished." Done, Amelia. Now we should talk. Would you like to stand up, or sit down somewhere? You can remain across my lap if you like." His non-stop abuse to her backside made her squeeze onto his thighs even harder, drawing blood with her nails and cry out in the pain. She didn't think he was pleased with her, in fact she thought she had angered him even more with her pleading. His words further encouraged her belief of his anger. She was throbbing, painfully so, but it wasn't as bad as when he actually hit her. He was stroking her face, but she just kept her eyes shut, trying to ignore his caress. Now he was saying they were done and that she could sit, stay, or stand. She stood immediately and moved a safe distance away from him. She didn't look at him with her tear filled eyes, she just looked away from him and kept her eyes shut, nor quite ready to open them yet. "About what," her voice still sounded like she was whimpering. "Several things. Your customs would indicate you are still a maiden. Are you?" His voice was plain, as he spoke. He reached over a flask he kept nearby. It was full of a rather strong alcoholic drink brewed to the south. Kroc bought stocks of it every time he went south. He looked at Amelia." Can you cook? Clean?" He poured two small glasses of the substance in wooden cups he had." Drink. It will dull the pain a bit." Now she was blushing some more at his first question, and she said, "I am and was going to be until after my wedding night." Longing could be heard in her voice when she mentioned her wedding night, something that she wasn't going to have, at least, for a long time if never thanks to her current situation. Then he asked the most absurd question next. She looked at him then. Of course, she didn't know how. She had servants for that. Was he going to make her learn? New tears filled her eyes at the thought, she was better than that. She glared at him and said, "No. I can't. If you wanted that you should've taken one of my servants. That's what they are used for, not a noble." Then he was offering her a drink and she grabbed it. It smelt of alcohol, something she wasn't used to drinking at all. She took a tentative sip, and it had her coughing and feeling sick at her stomach. She immediately put it back on the table and shook her head. He nodded at the first question, and sighed at the second." So you are only fit to be a bed slave, to use your body, and nothing else. On your knees then. You can suck my cock before dinner." His voice was flat, with an air of command. No excitement, not joy, just a simple order. This is what she would do. There were no questions or worries about disobedience. She would obey, or be forced to obey. Kroc picked up the second cup, also downing it, seeing no point in letting the drink go to waste. She paled at his words. No, she wouldn't do that. She wasn't a whore. She backed up even more until she felt the cave wall at her back, resisting the urge to cover herself from him. "I can learn though, to cook and clean," she said hoping it would keep her from being a bed slave. Desperate tears were in her eyes. "I'm not a whore," she said in a meek, distressed voice. She watched him as he finished off the drink she had rejected. "I do not recall asking your opinion on the subject. You are whatever I say you are. I will explain this once, before I retrieve the Branding iron. I will fuck you. Furthermore, I have chosen not to do that at the moment because of your ass. Taking your virginity will hurt. There is no reason to make it hurt more than is needed." His voice was strong, but not angry. He just explained the way things would be. She would not be consulted or asked. This would happen." You will learn to cook and clean. You will serve my cock. Furthermore, you are mine, and I will use all of you. Now, on your knees." Fear encased her when he mentioned the branding iron. She was afraid of that even more than him taking her for the first time because at least that didn't leave a scar on her beautiful flesh. She trembled with fear and anger at him, but there was ultimately nothing she could do without causing more harm to her body and she realized this. Furthermore, she subconsciously reached a hand up and began fiddling with the collar like she did her necklaces when she was in emotional turmoil before squeezing her eyes shut and slowly moved forward a bit closer to him before getting down on her knees. Tears were streaming down her red cheeks. He nodded as she knelt down, letting a note of approval enter his voice. He was pleased. Furthermore, he had no wish to mark her. Furthermore, he would if it was necessary, but doing so would slow down her training." Good girl. You've made the right choice. Pull open my pants, and get my cock free." Kror poured another cup of the caustic drink, seemingly relaxed, and unconcerned. Swallowing hard as he called her a good girl and gave her instructions, she bit her trembling lip and reached for the hem of his pants slowly with shaky hands. She had to open her eyes so she could see what she was doing and had to wipe the tears away quickly with a hand because they were blurring her vision. Then, she grabbed the string that was holding his pants closed and untied it as best she could with her shaking so. Then, when they were untied, she reached in and felt it. The touch was like a shock to her, and she jerked her hands back before tentatively reaching for his shaft again and gently pulled it out. She could do nothing for a time except stare at it with teary eyes, never having seen one before, and it scared her even more than just the thought. Then she remembered she was supposed to put it in her mouth and she bit her lip again and shook her head. "I can't Kroc, I can't," she said with a voice full of fear. He let her do as she would for the time being, taking a sip of his drink. He didn't intercede with her directly, letting her examine him with his eyes. Furthermore, he had no doubts about his member. Both in girth, and length, it was respectable, though not monstrously huge. Only when she spoke up did he feel compelled to get involved." Yes, you can. To begin with, just give it a lick." He stroked the side of her face warmly while he spoke. She flinched slightly and squeezed her eyes shut, afraid he was going to slap her, but was surprised when he just stroked her face and spoke to her. She swallowed hard and slowly opened her eyes once more, looking at his manhood. Furthermore, she inched slowly towards it, the threat of the branding iron hanging in the back of her mind, and barely touched her tongue to it once she was near enough. Then she jerked her head back, and like a stubborn child refusing to eat their vegetables, shook her head no. She couldn't bring herself to do it. He sighed, one hand holding her nose closed, while the other pushed her face toward his cock. He had tried being gentle, and kind. Now it was time to be forceful. Once she got over this aversion, things should be better." Open your mouth. If you bite me, you'll be begging me to spank you again, to stop what happens." His cock, partially erect, touched her lips. He grabbed her nose and closed it, and she tried holding her breath for as long as she could, continuing to be stubborn, but as he finished speaking and his shaft touched her lips, spurred on by both, his words and the need to breathe, she opened her mouth for that desperate breath, panting, trying to catch her breath. She wanted to bite him, but she wasn't going to because of the threatened punishment. She had a look of defeat in her eyes that told him she wasn't going to bite, fearing the punishment worse than doing this task. Then, he shoved his penis in her mouth before letting go of her nose, and wanting to run away from it, didn't. She just knelt there, her mouth full of penis, getting used to the taste and breathing through her nose. Then she started sucking on him with tears in her eyes, knowing it was the only way she was going to be done with this faster. He smiled as he released her nose, stroking her face gently again. He knew how to train a dog. You were rough with them when they misbehaved, but when they complied, you treated them well. His fingers stroked her face gently, a marker of ownership." Good girl. Use your tongue more, and move a bit faster." He smiles, taking a sip of his alcohol, savoring the sensation of having a woman at his disposal as he enjoyed his cup. It was... pleasant. She blushed from the humiliation of him talking to her like a dog again as well as what she was doing to him, albeit forced. She did as she was told though and started sucking on him faster and moving her tongue up and down along the bottom of his shaft. All the while, focusing on keeping her teeth as far away from his shaft as possible. She kept her eyes closed, praying for him to be done with her soon. He continues to stroke her face gently." Push deeper now. Relax so you don't gag. I don't expect you to deep throat me on the first try. Just work at getting better. I'll make sure you get enough practice." He gives a laugh at that. To be honest, it wasn't the best blowjob he'd had. Not the absolute worst, but sub-par. But the fact that it was a northern noblewoman, bent to his desires, gave his loins a tingle like little else he had experienced. She wished he would stop stroking her face, it wasn't making her feel better about this, if anything it was making her feel worse. Then he was speaking, instructing her on what to do to him now, and she tried to ignore the fact he told her he'd make sure she'd get enough practice, but it was a nagging thought in the back of her mind. She did do what he said though, or at least tried. She moved her head forward, and she tried relaxing her throat, but she wound up gagging on his length anyway and made to pull back on him, sucking as much air through her nostrils as she could. "Good try. Just keep working at it till you get used to it." He tapped the back of her head with his hand, obviously expecting her to get back to it. He wasn't physically forcing her... yet, but he expected her to keep trying. Furthermore, he hummed to himself as he waited, gently rubbing the rim of his cup. She had to fight to not clench her jaw shut in annoyance and accidentally bite him as he tapped the back of her head and spoke to her. She didn't want to try again, she didn't even want to be here. Furthermore, she was a day away from her supposed to be wedding night. Not wanting him to do anything else to her that she wouldn't like, she did try again, and gagged once more but backed off a tiny bit till her throat muscles relaxed once more before moving forward again. All the while, she continued sucking and licking on him. This time when she did it, she didn't gag as much and was able to get used to it, and she started sucking on him again though it proved to be a bit more difficult. "Very good girl." He ruffled her blonde hair affectionately. Then smiled at it." You are already learning. Fairly soon, you'll be a cocksucker to match any southern harlot." He knew the words would embarrass her, not compliment her. He needed to get rid of that haughty attitude before she would truly become his. The best way to do that was shatter that self-image of the princess she held. She was a woman who had wrapped her lips around her masters cock. That, before all else. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment at his words. How dare he! Tears came out of her eyes again and she glared. It would be so easy to bite down on him hard, so easy. Though she didn't, the punishment not being nearly worth the satisfaction she would get from hurting him, though she was still tempted despite that. She just continued her sucking, though now she was sucking harder, trying to get this torment over and done with. She hated him, and she would try and escape the first chance she got. Though, she had no idea how with those wolves guarding the entrance... He nodded as she continued, smiling warmly, and sipping from his cup. He just let her work for the time being. Furthermore, he pushed her as far as she was going to go on that front... tonight. She would get better with practice." I'll cum soon. You are to swallow all of it, then lick me clean." His voice had that air of command in it again, the one for which disobeying just... wasn't imagined as a possibility. She would do it, willingly or unwillingly. He had said he was cumming soon, and she tried to brace herself, but she still wasn't ready for when he did cum. It shot into her mouth and her eyes bulged, the taste, although not horrible, wasn't the best thing she had ever tasted and just the thought of it was enough to make her gag softly. She did manage to swallow all of it though, except for a tiny bit that had traveled down to her chin that she hadn't noticed because of her tears. She reluctantly began cleaning him with her tongue now and when she was finally done, she pulled away and looked away from him. He nodded, closing up his pants. He notices her reaction, but does not comment on it. Furthermore, he motioned to his side cabinet." There is some dried meat in there. Pull it out, along with the berries in there. A poor supper to go along with a poor blowjob, but a start in both respects. Set out enough for yourself, as well. You deserve to eat. We will get some better fare tomorrow." When he told her where to find the food, she automatically expected to be able to eat some without permission. Apparently though, when he told her to set some out for herself too, she realized he could make her starve if he wanted. Finally able to, she clenched her jaw and stood up, walking over to the cabinet he pointed out and got the meat and berries like he said and set it out on the table. Then without saying a word, she sat down and started eating her food and made it a point to not look at him or even acknowledge him in any way shape or form. He shook his head. He was getting tired of her refusing to acknowledge him. Furthermore, he smiled, as he patted his lap." Come sit on my lap, while we eat, Amelia." He grabbed a chunk of the meat, tearing it off roughly, chewing as he waited for her to comply. Her rear was still raw, but she could manage to sit down, but she didn't move from where she was. "I'm comfortable right here," she said simply, eating a berry. She just wanted him to leave her alone. She did nothing to deserve this life he forced her in. Most of her berries were gone now, so she ate some of her meat to try and save the rest of the berries for last for a better taste in her mouth. "Do you have any water or milk?" she asked him. She needed something to drink with this food that wasn't alcohol. He looked at her sharply, shaking his head. "I didn't ask you. I told you. Now you can get across my lap for another 5. A word of protest, and I will make it ten." He pats his lap easily, staring at her, obviously annoyed now. She needed to learn commands were commands. He'd take up her other question after dealing with her disobedience. She bit the inside of her cheek and closed her eyes out of annoyance and fear. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it. Furthermore, she balls her hands into fists, and she stands up slowly and walks over to him with equal slowness. Then, she slowly drapes herself over his lap and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable punishment to come. He stroked her ass softly, not yet striking her, just stroking her gently as he hummed something off tune. A few times, he approached her pussy, but after stroking her lips, moved his hand away." Amelia, you need to listen to me, understood?" Before she could answer, his hand went up, and came back down, the sound of it filling the room. She bit her lip as he stroked her rear, growing more and more nervous about her punishment. She wished he would just get it over with. Then her eyes widened as he stroked her sex and, not because she wanted, she started growing wet. That is until he spoke and then slapped her before she could reply to what he said. Her body jolted when he slapped her, and she whimpered in pain, her bottom still sore from the last punishment. "Oh ho ho. Looks like the prim and proper lady likes to be touched." He ran his fingers up and down her pussy lips, then carefully wiped the wetness along her back, so she could feel the sign of her body betraying her. He chuckled as he did." If you don't want to wait, I'll fuck you now. I thought you were scared though." Again, before she could answer, his hand came down on her ass. He would keep her distracted. Unprepared for the pain. She whimpered again as he teased her both mentally and physically and wiped her wetness across her back. Then he was speaking to her once more and she balled her hands into fists. "No, st...." but before she could finish he slapped her again and she cried out. Just three more, she thought. Three more and he's done. She was digging her nails in his flesh again.

Capturing a Maiden's Heart|rating:2.0

IC_ Objects of Value

Objects of Value You are a newcomer to this land in the realm, called Accordance. This is the place in the world where most magic items and technology come from. You are familiar with the magic items produced here as your home country imports them in large quantities. Many of these items are flawed and not nearly as reliable as those produced by your people, however the prices and abundance of magic items from Accordance is unmatched in your realm. A large continent, with many large cities both modern and ancient, Accordance provides opportunities unavailable in your quiet homeland.IOC Thread Here is the history you know about Accordance. Spoiler Hide The Fraternity of Order is a group of mortals from the material plane who have gathered in The Clockwork Nirvana of Mechanism for the purpose of building a library housing all the information and laws in the universe. They believe that these stockpiles of information will one day give them the power of the gods. Five hundred years ago, the Order received a plea for help from an ally, an Illusion Quill Cabal, located on a continent in the Material Plane that was being invaded by demons arriving from a portal that had appeared in the mountains. The demon wars were fought for nearly a century, and efforts to close the portal proved fruitless. The Order continued to send construct armies to help, but they grew weary of fighting the infinite hoards of demons and their own resources were not unlimited. It began to look like the entire continent would eventually be overrun by demons until The Order devised a new and exceptionally efficient method for creating magic items and built a fortress with a forge to create weapons and constructs, right at the mouth of this portal. While the portal to the abyss was never closed, this fortress cut off the demons from accessing the material plane. As the remaining demons running amok across the continent were slowly all but eradicated, the Order proceeded to build their own colonies on the continent, later dubbed 'The State of Accordance.' The various existing governments in the land, strained from the wars, submitted to their rule. The Capital of Accordance, Antikytera, was built just below the fortress in the mountains. During its construction, another portal was discovered by quarriers, this one led to the Astral Plane. Antikytera has since become a profitable port city between the Material Plane and the Astral Plane. After constructing this port, the Order also began building one of the most notable landmarks in Accordance, The Nexus Highway. This highway, a colossal above ground tunnel that crosses the country and also serves as an aqueduct, is a magically crafted item that confers the shadow walk spell upon anything inside of it. Those traveling at walking distance in the Nexus move at 50mph relative to the Material Plane. (Effectively, they cover ten times the distance they would otherwise cover moving at their speed.) Several urban centers are located across the Nexus. Though through the years the population of demons loose about the land continued to dwindle, possessions, curses, and other madness inexplicably persisted. After years of research, The Order determined that unintended effects of their mass-produced items were causing these problems. They put new quality control in place and began to collect and destroy older items. The Order then began strictly regulating the sale, distribution, and possession of magic weapons and armor. These regulations were put in place fifty years ago, and today the Order assures that modern magic items are safe so long as users follow all state mandates. Notes on technology and magic items: Spoiler Hide Magic Items produced in Accordance are described as being cheap. What this means is not that they are cheaper than described in the SRD or MIC, it means that all items not manufactured at the forge in Antikytera are more expensive. When you purchase magic items you have two choices: Traditional Item: The item is made by hand by traditional craftsmen and costs 150% normal market value. Traditional items have the standard 1% chance to be cursed. Traditional items normally have some signature or mark indicating the craftsman who made them. Antikytera Forged Item: The item is forged in Antikytera, and has a serial number indicating so. It costs normal market value, but has a 72% chance of being cursed. Note that most curses are actually harmless, and any item you buy (or steal) from a legal source (or as part of your starting wealth) will not have a curse that harms your character, and most cursed items don't come with the compulsion to keep them in your possession. The average curse you'll find on one of these items is that it doesn't work when its wet, or it occasionally makes a squeaking sound when activated, or it doesn't function on Tuesday. Even though mostly harmless these curses could come into play at some point. I roll randomly what these curses are, after you commit to buying the item. (Items bought in character in shops might have their flaws labeled, but in terms of character creation it will be a grab bag.) Later in the game, items that you acquire from a source other than a legal vendor might have curses that are any degree of harmful. Technology The mundane technology in Accordance is for the most part what you might see in 17th to 18th century Europe, an earlier technology level than typical steampunk. However, you'll encounter many anachronisms. Pathfinder rules for early firearms are in place. (There is no gunslinger class, or grit. Anyone using a firearm has to spend an EWP feat to not take non-proficiency penalties.) Your destination in Accordance is Nocturnal-Erin, the largest seaport on the continent, and in the whole material plane. (It is not the largest city, which would be the landlocked capital at the fortress in the mountains, Antikytera.) Some more general information about the city of Nocturnal-ErinSpoiler Hide Nocturnal-Erin is the largest seaport in this section of the material plane. It is a large city that is actually two adjoining cities: the state-governed Nocturnal and the old fishing village Erin. The population of Nocturnal (officially labeled "Nexus-Central Sector of Nocturnal") is 25,000. Neighboring Erin ("Confederate Sector of Erin") is home to 1000 people, however, a portion of Nocturnal's residents are originally from Erin, or have family from there. The fishing village of Erin has been a town since ancient times, and some people say that the large population of sea-kin who live in town evolved from the humans who first settled there. (Many sea-kin would find this theory offensive, however.) The village, which was still a small hamlet when Nocturnal was first built, consists of buildings built into and on top of the cliffs surrounding two salty lagoons. Erin is one of the Seven Sister Cities, which are a string of cities that have existed along the coast for almost a thousand years. Throughout that time, the cities have formed various alliances and oppositions with one another, but today they are all governed under the state government of Accordance. Erin, like other cities that were established previous to the Fraternity of Order's rise to power, does maintain its own laws and local government, however, these laws are superseded by state laws. Cities that are governed in concert by the state and an independent government, such as Erin, are referred to as a "Confederate Sectors." The state has several 'Ambassadors' stationed in Erin, as well as Peripheral Law Enforcement. Ships dock in Nocturnal and goods are either unloaded there by the sea-kin longshoremen, war forged and morons, or the ships continue to travel by way of the Nexus to the capital, Antikytera, to reach the port to the Astral Plane. Nocturnal-Erin also has a large fishing economy, and its location on the Nexus allows the transportation of fresh seafood to landlocked areas of the country. Within the city is a large alchemical district that processes spell components and other magical chemicals. Meat and dairy farms also surround the area, though an equal amount of the land around the city is untamed wilderness. A portion of the meat and dairy industry is within the city itself; many halfling merchant caravans that raise brixashulties (goatlike domesticated animals used for their milk, meat, and burden) reside in the city and pasture their 'brings' in public pastures throughout the city and in the woods and fields outside. While the dairy and meat industry in the city is sizable, it primarily feeds the city residents and is not a major export, though wool is relatively important. A major marketplace lines the wall of the freshwater reservoir in the middle of town. Here, tents, tables, and halfling house wagons offer all types of goods, mostly of the non-magical variety. This is also a favorite place in town to acquire a cheap lunch sold from some wagons, and people gather in this area often. Nocturnal is divided into several districts: Subsector of Fishing and Ports Subsector of Commerce and Exchange (part of which includes the unofficially named "Fierce Fire District") Subsector of Parks and Pastures (This area which has several public parks and pastures, and dairies, as well as wide streets and middle class housing) Subsector of Processing and Storage (also referred to as Warehouse District or Alchemical Ward) State Use Zone (sometimes called S.U.Z.) White cliff Island (An island with a lighthouse maintained by druids) The largest temple in the city is the temple of Rocco, located in the Subsector of Commerce and Exchange. Across the land, Rocco's church has historically been one of the largest, it is also one that has the favor of the state. The Temple of Rocco is perhaps the unique and recognizable structure in all of Nocturnal-Erin. Built like a pyramid, the temple is capped with a large dome surrounded by glass towers. A large, five-story tower of pale blue marble dominates the eastern face of the pyramid. At night, the entire structure shimmers with countless continual flames, and a massive glowing eye that is the symbol of Rocco slowly rotates above the central dome’s peak. The Temple of Rocco serves several functions in Nocturnal-Erin aside from being a house of worship. The local library is here as is a mage's academy of some prestige. The temple also serves as the guild house for the local mages’ guild, which is located in the blue marble tower and connects to the main temple by a short stone passage. Finally, the temple is the largest market in town for magic items. Some of the goods sold here are actually crafted on-site by the wizards or clerics, others are crafted at the forge in Antikytera. This shop primarily sells cheaper magic items in bulk to merchants. Prices for individual items are marked up to encourage wholesale purchases. Most items are worth 5,000gp or less, though potential buyers can inquire about other goods that might be available. Types of magic items available include a variety of minor wondrous items, potions and scrolls. (Weapons and armor can be found at shops and market stands throughout the rest of town.) The same mountain of paperwork and license applications are required here as anywhere else, and while the process is aided by the clerks who work at the shop, favoritism is given to those who are making larger purchases. Another notable feature of the city landscape is the large zeppelin that hovers over the commerce district. Zeppelins are a recent technology and not a common sight, and many citizens of the city take pride in the zeppelin, which is affectionately named Kindle seer, after a dragon in folk tales. On the side of this balloon silent images are projected all day that provide citizens with tidbits of news and axioms in common script. Pictures occasionally accompany this text. After the larger landmarks, the next distinguishing feature of the city is the moron patrols. Morons, the construct-like outsiders native to Mechanism, are in the employ of the state, and help to maintain order. All major streets have at least one moron, of various rank, that patrols it constantly. Depending on the length of the street it may take up to half an hour or even an hour to for a moron to return to any particular spot. As mentioned, halflings, and sea-kin make up a large portion of the non-human population of Nocturnal-Erin. A sprinkling of other races from across the continent and other lands can be found. Uncommon races and monstrous humanoids also make their home in this urban center. Most residents of Nocturnal live in tenement buildings made of stone, brick, or clay that are between two and four stories tall. In nicer areas the facades of these buildings are carved marble, in slummier neighborhoods the chalky colored stone is stained black and green with alchemical smoke. Housing in Erin consists of wooden and brick buildings, and buildings carved into the cliffs that surround the lagoons. As a large city, Nocturnal-Erin has a fair share of crime, organized and otherwise. Well known crime groups include the Stranglers and Grease Fins, and more recently, The Black Tide and the Silver Fists. The local newspaper may refer to any of these groups as gangs, crime rings or cartels as they see fit at the time, and it reports them all to be associated with drug trade, trade of illegal magical items and violence. The four clash with each other often. Calendar:Spoiler Hide Year: 12th before Cycle 8024 Today is the10th day of Fen. Day of the week: Candor 12 months, beginning with summer solstice in Churn 1 Churn 2 Fen 3 Marl 4 Sir 5 Nous 6 Rather 7 ARN 8 KAZ 9 Levi 10 Minter 11 Hurl 12 Vern 30 days of the month are divided into four weeks of seven days, with an extra 'feast day' at the end of the second and last week of the month (15th and 30th.) Days of the week: Axle, Candor, Dart, Nestle, Flour, Code, Lind or. Ghost Spoiler Hide Ghost's tavern, The Free run Inn, is located near the docks, in the District of the Ports, an ideal location to draw in newcomers to Nocturnal-Erin. On the opposite side of her block, and sharing a back alleyway is another, much more established tavern, The Pearl Dive. It is run by a crusty old sea kin man named Angus Scald. Soon after meeting Ghost Angus told her a story about how, many years ago when he was a boy, he saved a warming dragon from attack by a sea monster. It turns out he tells this story to everyone, constantly. The young adult dragon, named Vorelkepesk lives somewhere along the coast, but Angus does not divulge where, if he even knows. Contrary to her expectations, Angus has had a helpful attitude towards Ghost ever since she acquired the property. He says he is glad to see the building brought back to life after years of vacancy, and is glad to see the former squatters in the building gone. Angus has helped Ghost learn the ropes of running a business in Nocturnal, which requires jumping through all sorts of bureaucratic hoops. With his help to license that would take months Ghost was able to acquire in a matter of weeks. Angus has explained to Ghost that there are so many rules and regulations that no one could possibly follow all of them-heck some even contradict each other. What's important is that a business owner learn what regulations the authorities actually check on, and above all else to maintain a good reputation with people of influence. Spoiler Hide (Any time you want to know what's the best legal option in a situation you can roll a Gather Information (taking the required amount of time) or Knowledge Local check.) Another tip Angus gives Ghost is to avoid members of the Stranglers. He claims they are a dangerous lot of petty criminals with ties to corrupt law enforcement. Angus has been known to kick people out of his Tavern that he claims are Stranglers members. One of Angus's motivations for helping Ghost it seems, is to have a place to send unwanted tourists and travelers that come his way. The Pearl Dive has a strong local following with enough regular business that Angus, curmudgeon that he is, would really prefer not to be bothered outsiders that come in with no respect for locals and who leave a mess at the tables and in the bedrooms. His rooms he prefers to rent to locals on long term leases. One of his tenants he seems to have an almost paternal attachment to; a human woman only a little older than Ghost who comes and goes all hours of the night, always wearing a long bulky fur cloak. Angus is sometimes seen waiting up at night to be sure she returns safely. Today, it is a pleasant midsummer morning in the month of Fen. The local newspaper, delivered two times a week on Candor and Code reports that routine maintenance will be performed on the moron patrols, and officials will be going around culling particular morons that require replacing. Residents should not be alarmed, but if they have noticed any morons behaving unusually as of late they should alert authorities so that the maintenance will flow smoothly and efficiently. GarronSpoiler Hide Barron's sea voyage to the port town of Nocturnal-Erin is at its conclusion. He has ridden aboard the cargo vessel The Garnet, which also takes passengers for a fee (which Barron may or may not have actually paid). The ship's captain, Captain Graham Cinthya, an easygoing halfling man of middle age, has taken many opportunities to pass the time on the journey talking with Barron. From Graham, Barron learns that the ship he is on, The Garnet, is owned by Core Maidenform, a human man, one of the wealthier merchants in Nocturnal-Erin. Graham has worked for Maidenform for many years. Barron learns a bit of the captain's family history. Ages ago, the Cinthya's oversaw all magic item production at the forge in Antikytera through their company called Dweomercraft Industries. Fifty years ago, Dweomercraft Industries lost its contract with the state when magic item production was overhauled. Another company, this one an inter-planar enterprise, named Prime Materials Incorporated now holds this contract and manufactures all Antikyterian magic items and war forged. The Cinthya family, having held the largest contract with the state for several hundred years, has no shortage of influence in the nation, even if they are not as prosperous as they once were. Graham is apparently a black sheep of the family and for reasons not mentioned he does not get along well with the rest of his house. As the ship approaches the coast, Graham points out a few landmarks. Several different rocks are fabled to be the rock that shipwrecked The Fleet feather, a ship that nearly fifty years ago transported recalled magic items from storage in Leighla to the Nexus where they could be taken to the capital and destroyed in the forge. He mentions other dangers in the bay, a goblin pirate named Nazi he has heard is back in town. Yesterday Graham received a message that Core Maidenform's son was kidnapped while on an unauthorized late night joyride on a small cargo vessel that was supposed to ship off the next morning. The vessel was shipwrecked, and Tore Maidenform (Core's son, who Graham says is quite the brat) was rescued along with the daughter of another merchant when authorities boarded and subsequently sank Nazi's ship. The goblin pirate escaped and is hiding somewhere in town. Graham seems to enjoy telling these stories to a captive audience. Before the ship docks, Captain Cinthya gives Barron a little bit of advice for getting around in Nocturnal-Erin. What's important is that a person learn what regulations the authorities actually check on, and above all else to maintain a good reputation with people of influence. Spoiler Hide (Any time you want to know what's the best legal option in a situation you can roll a Gather Information (taking the required amount of time) or Knowledge Local check.) After the ship docks, authorities, accompanied by morons check passengers paperwork as well as the ship's manifest. Core greets the law enforcement agent in charge with a hug and the two spend a few minutes catching up and laughing. Everything checks out and no one is given a hard time. War forged owned by Maidenform begin unloading the ship. Graham mentions that he will be going to his favorite place to relax after a long trip, The Singing Siren, but admits you have to hoof it across town to get there. He recommends Barron look for a room at the nearby taverns The Pearl Dive or Free run Inn, the latter of which is most likely to have a room available for him. Spoiler Hide Barron may roll a spot check and knowledge planes check. Ghost, currently in her favored form as Jessica Free run, is simply cleaning up for the next wave of guests. A few guests were at tables even now, she asked them if they needed anything, food, drink, lodging if they weren't already checked in. She often had to shift languages when talking to some of the guests, but that wasn't a big deal given her repertoire. At last, she has some time to calm down, things would be slow for a few more minutes at least. She had her psi crystal, Band, keep his senses open and relay her the information, she wanted to know any odd movements in the room. Since she had him implanted, she'd been having him do exactly that, was quite useful in her 'side profession'. But, she wouldn't think about that for now, she was in character, and Jessica was not a thief or spymaster, she was a simple innkeeper with a quirky, and slightly naive, disposition that knew a bit about alchemy on the side. Speaking of which, Ghost heads to the back room for a moment to set up for a batch of healing salves tonight, she'd be able to sell those for a nice few coppers by the end of the week. Once set, she heads back to the counter. She smiles at one of the patrons that had just checked out,"Please come again,"she recites the phrase easily enough. It was a part of this persona, and it had worked so far to keep her going since she did get a few return customers. Spoiler Hide Just a quick intro to the way Ghost works/operates. She switches perspective between her personas, so it might get a little confusing at first, but this is how she thinks and runs, so I'm going to try to stick with it. It also introduces her main persona, Jessica Free run. I'll probably be adding her various personas to her sheet as they come up, if they get used often enough for her to develop a persona anyway. Thanking the halfling, Barron walks off the ship, keeping a close eye on things as he walks to the Free run Inn*. Considering his possibilities, that Core Maidenform would be a likely target, his home would be well stocked in opulence and his guards won't be a problem. But the best method of entry? One of the work staff, get them drunk, passed out and then steal their form, as well as all memory of ever meeting him. But, all this will be for naught without a fence. So he's going to need to find contacts in the local crime groups. Probably best to try the older ones first, but a contact in all the big four is probably wise. But, all that can wait until tomorrow. Right now, he needs a bed, some ale and some time to relax. Finding the Free run inn, Barron walks up to the counter, just as a couple of other guests were leaving, and talks to the woman"I'd like a room and a mug of ale. How much?"*Spoiler Hide Spot check at this time: (1d20+11)[23] Spot (Barron):Spoiler Hide As the unloading of the ship is going on and freight is being inspected, Barron notices one of the morons occasionally pausing its task to walk in a circle while speaking, or perhaps even singing to itself. Approaching the Free run Inn, Barron makes note of his surroundings. The Inn is constructed of wood and brick with a slate roof. The road in this part of town is a gravel made from chalky shells dredged from the lagoon. A few people are coming or going from the inn.(Barron and Jessica are now in the same place and can respond to each other.) Ghost turns to the newcomer, and smiles at him,"two gold and four copper, an additional five silver for a full meal,"she replies, then pauses to look at him* before saying,"I also offer alchemical medicines and rent out my lab if anyone wants to make use of it while they're staying here if you're interested. I also do specialty orders if you have the coin for it." Spoiler Hide Sense Motive and Spot checks to see what I can figure out about him. Will do this for any individual customers that Ghost comes in contact with in the future. DC 20 to get a Hunch about someone with Sense Motive (1d20+14)[24] Will let you roll Spot to see exactly what I notice with that. Ghost sees that this man is also curious, as well as cautious, of the people around him and is on the lookout for opportunities; they are perhaps kindred spirits. Spoiler Hide (1d20+2)[9] The information you would be able to gather from this one is whether his clothing and demeanor stand out to you as someone traveling from another land. If Barron is trying to conceal this it's an opposed disguise check, otherwise DC10. A slight glint appears in Ghost's eyes, especially after Band mentions the man is a foreigner before it vanishes again. Back fully into her persona as Jessica Free run,"Oh, I forgot to give my name, didn't I? I'm Jessica Free run, owner and sole worker of the Free run Inn at this time." "Expensive. No to the meal, thank you. I've already eaten. Barron. I'm an acquirer of things." Garron said, handing over the money. "The price is for the best I offer here,"Ghost says, then comes around the counter,"let me show you to your room,"she leads Barron to a room on the first floor and shows him inside,"the chamber pot is in the connected side room. It's collected and cleaned out every evening by the local carters."" When you return to the bar I'll bring you a mug of ale,"Ghost says, giving a wave as she heads back to the front of house to deal with other customers, she'd have to visit this Barron tonight, he might be interesting. Once things calm down, she looks into hiring someone that can take care of the front of house and another that can take care of cooking while she works on her alchemy to allocate some medicine to the Inn and sell off the excess. It'd also let her pursue some of her other... projects. Spoiler Hide Gather Information to try and find someone that would be available to run the front of house and someone that would be available for cooking. I assume that'd be two separate checks (1d20+14)[15] (1d20+14)[18] Ban twill also search his memory for anyone that might fit the bill (Knowledge: Local). (1d20+13)[22] (1d20+13)[24] EDIT: So glad that Nat 1s aren't autofails on skill checks Examining the room, Barron sat on the bed, then decided to lie down for a moment." Thank you, my dear." So, Barron, first things first. The room will be suitable for the night, perhaps two, but I will need to find somewhere more permanent.[But that can wait till morning. Getting off the bed, Barron proceeds to walk downstairs back to the common room. While Ghost is outrunning her errands she receives an odd coin in some of her change. The coin is about the size and color of a silver piece, but upon inspection is a more common metal. It is stamped with a lightning bolt, and appears to be some kind of token, but for what ghost doesn't know. Downstairs at the inn:It's between mealtimes in the common room, so there are only a few people. At one table a half orc boy and a woman who from the looks of it is part giant are arm wrestling. At another table a noble looking elf woman is puzzling over a ledger. A thrush is quietly perched on her shoulder. In another corner of the room there's someone sunk back into a chair, with his bare feet propped up on the table which is full of empty beer steins. He lazily strums a mandolin. Just then, a newcomer arrives, a human dressed in leather with a sword at his side. He has a sack." Elizae, you've got to try one of these pastries I bought from this gnome woman in town. They've got to be the best in the world!"he says, addressing the elf. The man then dumps a sack of cakes and pastries out onto the table." What in nine tells are you going to do with all of those?"the elf asks." I'll take one!"calls the man with the mandolin in the far corner of the room. Spoiler Hide Note: I was rereading your hooks and I made a typo in Barron's. At one point I called Graham Cinthya, the captain, 'Core' (his boss's name). That was a mistake. You haven't seen Core Maidenform in person. Ghost hums slightly, examining the coin, she had enough in reserve that a single silver piece wouldn't hurt, but this interested her. She decided to do some asking around while she was out and about, while Band tried to think of if he'd ever heard of something like it. Spoiler Hide I just remembered, I had asked about getting the Changeling Rogue Sub Levels (specifically the first one) on my character but never got an answer. Is it alright? (It's in Races of Emerson) Gather Information: (1d20+14)[33] Knowledge (Local): (1d20+13)[27] Upon conferring with Band, Ghost recognizes the token as admission for an unauthorized fighting ring she's heard of, somewhere around where the aqueduct divides the Dairy District and the Alchemical Ward. By asking around, she is able to determine that the next fight is on the coming feast day, and finds out what abandoned building is the location. While the event is unlikely to be of interest to Ghost as a potential competitor, she might be interested in the bets being placed and the attendees with skill and coin; or the knowledge might be useful for her to pass on to guests at the inn. Spoiler Hide (1d4+1)[4] hours for gather info. If time is in excess of what Ghost might spend the day doing, time in the next morning can count towards this. Ghost shrugs and pockets the coin, she might just be able to get something off of that, possibly a few contacts, maybe some cash, possibly even a guard contact if she contacted the authorities, but that was a one time benefit, she'd probably use that if she ever got in trouble or needed to make a deal. For now though, she'd head back to the Inn and get working on making some healing salves. Spoiler Hide Taking 10 for a total 32 vs 25 Healing Salves are an actual alchemical item that's worth 50gp each and heal 1d8 damage as a full-round action. Using the Overhauled rules, I got the results below: 32 x 25 = 800sp = 80gp / 50gp = 1 Healing Salve and 300sp (30gp) for the next batch Who would do their books in a tavern? She's probably a spell caster, though, that thrush is a dead giveaway. Might be useful to "resupply" while she's here. Might also be useful to get a look at that ledger. Taking a seat at a table across from the elf, Barron lets his left hand go limp, and a small ghostly hand appears. Barron then directs his hand across the floor, towards the elf, hoping to get a glimpse of what the ledger contains. Spoiler Hide He's going to use Steal Memory, to steal her memory of the ledger's contents (He's not going to erase it from her memory): Here's the Gather Info roll: (1d20+18)[33] The elf can oppose Barron's roll with: Bluff, Concentration, Disguise, Forgery or I Will save Spoiler Hide (1d20+12)[31] Concentration Garrote ledger does not belong to the elf, who was previously addressed as 'Eliza'; it belongs to someone named Ishmael Nettle, and seems to have been written in Aqua, which the elf can understand. The ledger is a log of sales of furniture and other handcrafted wooden items. Eliza has been focusing her attention on a particular item: many orders of jewelry boxes sold to Maidenform Imports. Spoiler Hide or Sleight of hand checks may be necessary with the hand. Unless I missed something, it is visible even though incorporeal. Or am I mistaken? Ghost Ghost will be able to finish all her errands today, if not before suppertime then after. Soon it will be time to tend to needy guests again. Spoiler Hide For simplicity's sake lets say it's late afternoon, about 4:00 or 5:00. Ghost is able to do the gather info and get in most if not all the alchemy crafting time. Were she to return to the common area of the inn she would walk in on the current scene and can respond? Jessica walks back into the in through the back entrance, checking on the new chef and manager were doing with their jobs, finishing her salve, putting it into a jar that would eventually hold ten doses, it was mainly for emergencies in the tavern, but would be good to sell once she started stockpiling it. She then goes to the front of house to work the bar counter and take order or deal with complaints, contemplating what she'd do with the coin she got. No one reacts to Barron's heist, or seems to notice. The swordsman stuffs the remainder of his held pastry into his mouth, then grabs a croissant from the pile and tosses it to the man with the mandolin in the corner. The mandolin player misses the catch and the croissant goes sliding across the floor. He watches it a moment as if debating whether to go after it. The elf picks up a piece of brioche, sniffs it, and studies it cautiously, whispering and waiving a finger at it. Spoiler Hide Two spell craft checks from anyone who chooses to do so and has the skill. The half orc is distracted by the scene and his seemingly part-giant arm wrestling competitor takes advantage of his lapse of attention. She over-zealously slams his arm onto the table, tipping it onto two legs and spilling some silver pieces on the floor. (From now on I'm going to refer to Ghost by her current persona)Jessica laughs lightly,"please be more careful with the furnishings, I don't have the money to replace them just yet,"she says, coming around the counter and picking up the coins to hand back to the competitors, then straightens up the table before examining the table and floor for any damages She then goes to the one playing the mandolin,"I'd like to ask you to kindly remove your feet from the table, and please put shoes on otherwise I'll have to ask you and your companions to leave,"she says,"after paying for your stay of course." "As you say my dear." The man sets the mandolin on the table and reaches over to pick up his shoes that are strewn about the floor as well as the croissant, which he takes a nibble of." You weren't lying!" He calls to the swordsman, hastily finishing the pastry off. The elf seems pleased at the degree of order brought to the room and resumes her study, setting down the pastry she has in her hand and ignoring it for now. The swordsman looks over her shoulder studying what she is doing." Find anything interesting?" He asks her. The half orc boy and 'part-giant' woman seat themselves, and then begin to quarrel over the results of their match. The boy claims the distraction was unfair while the woman is scooping up the silver coins. Before going behind the counter again, Jessica hums slightly, before having Band telepathically relay a message to the two arm wrestlers;Spoiler Hide A most interesting display of strength, however, not to your full potential. If you wish to see who is truly stronger, come to the Arena, I'm sure you'd show your true strength there... his voice is most definitely male, but echoes slightly and sounding as if distorted by a liquid of some kind, you'll just need a token, a very accurate rendition of the token would be displayed through their minds, along with the location. Meanwhile, Jessica takes the time to approach the elf and her companions,"is their anything I can help you with? You've been studying this rather intensely,"she indicates the ledger,"and I may be able to provide some assistance." The two arm wrestlers look around the room with a surprised look. Then they begin whispering amongst themselves.--The elf closes the ledger and stashes it in her cloak. Her swordsman companion answers for her." Actually, we do have some questions you might be able to help with, but not on an empty stomach. Is dinner going to be available soon? We had an exhausting day." "We have a simple beef stew in the works, as well as pasties filled with meats or veggies of your choice. For vegetarian options we have breaded eggplant with a tomato sauce over a simple pasta as well as vegetarian pasties. For drink, we have an assortment of ales, heads, and wines, including dwarves, even, and gnomish drinks, as well as spiced cider, served warm or cold. The cider is a personal favorite of mine,"Jessica says, explaining the short menu. It was a good array for an Inn, but it was mostly simple stuff, her chef didn't start until the next day and would need to get used to the kitchen, so it was simple things she could whip up herself in a hurry or let sit all day with little tending. Spoiler Hide I can make all these things with no training myself in bulk, so Jessica should be able to do it too, considering Band's bonus to Craft checks and Ghost's high Intelligence, she could probably do a lot better than that too. This is assuming you can use Craft (Cuisine) as a skill. The elf requests the eggplant and a glass of even wine, and the swordsman asks for beef stew and ale. The other guests hear that orders are being placed, and make their requests: eggplant, gnomish wine and a cider for the mandolin player, and beef stew, meat pastries and ale for the two arm wrestlers. Spoiler Hide You can craft those things just fine. Your menu includes a lot of stuff that would be imported, not unfitting for an inn that serves people from all over the place and run by someone from another land. Local cuisine includes rice more often than corn or wheat, goat, lamb and seafood more often than pork, poultry or beef, peppers, peas and dark green vegetables more often than other vegetables, and lots of dairy products, mostly from goats milk. It's common for vegetables or meats to be pickled. Jessica writes the orders down then heads in back to have the food made up. It'd take only a few minutes, the pasta would take the longest (the stew not counting since it was already done). As such, the swordsman and arm wrestlers get their orders first, with the elf and mandolin player getting their orders only a few minutes later,"Enjoy your meals,"Jessica says with a smile. Everyone eats contentedly. The swordsman and the mandolin player continue to stuff themselves with pastries, even after their dinner is served. They seem to like the stew but have ruined their appetite on sweets and don't finish it. Ghost is complimented on the meals, and anyone who hasn't settled up with arrangements for a room does so now. It appears that the elf and swordsman (who request separate rooms) are working together and have other party members that reside in town. The swordsman pays for their rooms with promissory notes from the city guard. The half orc and mandolin player appear to be travelling together, and they share a room to minimize costs. The giant is traveling alone. Spoiler Hide 4 rooms Jessica can also get their names in this process, Barron can overhear: Elf- Eliza Swordsman-Aaron 'Giant' - Elaine Half Orc- Task Mandolin Player-Clarence After everyone has eaten, Clarence presents a deck of cards to Elaine and Task. They proceed to begin a gambling game. Spoiler Hide You can make spots or listens to notice anything or eavesdrop on them if you're paying any attention to them. While the game is going on, Eliza draws the ledger back out from her cloak and calls Aaron to come upstairs to show him what she found while studying it. Before they have a chance to gather their things, a cloaked human male with disheveled gray hair stumbles in. He claims to be homeless and hungry and is looking for charity. Eliza offers him the dinner Aaron did not finish, and the man takes their place at their table as they leave the main hall to go upstairs and discuss the ledger. Jessica has Band listen in on the others while she tries to talk to Eliza,"I believe you said I might be able to help with something?" Spoiler Hide Band's Perception Spot: (1d20+14)[17] Listen: (1d20+14)[32] Also, Knowledge (Local) to see if Band knows anything about them from their names and appearances. (1d20+13)[15] "Yes,"Eliza replies." We chose your tavern because you were one of the most recent customers of this man." Elizae holds up the ledger." Ishmael Nettle. Do you know him?" Spoiler Hide Ishmael Nettle is a furniture maker that made the tables and chairs in Jessica's tavern. Shortly after she purchased them, his warehouse closed, due to a fire. Ishmael hasn't been seen since. Jessica doesn't know any more than this, except that Nettle was a man of few words. It was Angus that originally referred Jessica to Nettle, who is also a sea kin. Band overhears Elaine complain that Clarence has quickly won nearly all the winnings she plucked from Task while arm wrestling. She offers a pair of boots drawn from her bag as a wager for the next round and claims they are magic. Bant also overhears Task asking Clarence if he knows anything about a secret fighting ring that requires tokens to enter, and describes the token that the strange voice had described to him. After asking about the voice, Clarence begins to look around the room, as if he'd seen something suspicious. Bant rambles on about details he has been noticing about the tavern's current occupants. (Save Barron.) Spoiler Hide Band notes that it recognizes an insignia that Aaron wears, as the mark of the Steel Sigil, a small guard dedicated to the protection of arcane knowledge. Band doesn't know exactly what it does, but knows that its origin is Tellurian-Flaurnathskir, a city on the opposite side of the Nexus highway that is home to several colleges and two notable libraries. Bant says that Clarence has coddled together an outfit of styles from across the region, suggesting that he travels a lot. Bant notes that Eliza's garb suggests her origin is Sylvia, a coastal city once ruled by elf nobility that was nearly destroyed during the demon invasions and is now governed entirely by the Fraternity of Order. Bant points out that Elaine dresses and has the tattoos of a sailor and that she appears to be a human with a trace of storm giant lineage. Bant is suspicious of the homeless man, he says he recognizes him as someone Angus recently chased out of his own Tavern. Bant says that Task has a tattoo he's been noticing a lot around town lately, that's supposed to be some kind of good luck charm. The tattoo, which is on Task's shoulder, is a six petaled flower, drawn from the side. "I know him, he made most of the furnishings in this Inn,"Jessica says, having Band try to get the 'homeless' man to leave with his own creative edge to it,"haven't seen him since the fires closed his warehouse. Angus referred me to him,"she tilts her head,"bit of a stickler and somewhat inflexible at times. Lived in the alchemical district last I heard,"she tilts her head slightly in question,"He does something to draw your,"she indicates the sigil Aaron wears,"interest?" Meanwhile, the 'homeless' man experiences a very surreal mental assault of whispers from seemingly everywhere in the room, coming through the walls, floor, ceiling, and everyone in the inn room. They're almost wordless, speaking in every language Ghost knows except the common languages, all telling him to leave, escape, run, go away, etc., all in echoing, haunting voices, all the while with creepy as Baa tor cackling in the background. "We're visiting because we've been contracted by the local police to conduct an investigation part of which entails the possible arson at that furniture warehouse. We're not at liberty to discuss the rest of the investigation,"Aaron replies, brushing the sigil on his chest and drawing another pastry from his sack to munch on. The last statement is expressed with a childish sense of glee, as if having clearance to sensitive information is exiting to Aaron.--The homeless man places his palms flat on the table, dropping the spoon. He glances around with a wild look in his eyes, but does not get up from his chair. "A guard of the Steel Sigil and Sylvia elf conducting an investigation so far from home?" Jessica says with a slight smile,"I can take you to his warehouse if you'd like, I'll just need to get my caretaker in so she can take care of things while I'm gone,"she says, while Band lets a particularly loud scream hit the 'homeless' man before it goes quiet suddenly,"that is, if you'd like to see it tonight,"she says again. Having piqued his interest, this "sensitive information" would be worth knowing. So Barron decides to direct his hand to Aaron. Spoiler Hide One again, Steal Memory. This time, he is trying to steal information about the investigation. Gather Info: (1d20+18)[24] The sleight of hand roll: (1d20+35)[45] "Thank you, but we would prefer not to return to the warehouse tonight. The best way you could help would be to give us a quiet space to go over our notes,"replies Eliza." And if you hear any more information that would help, let us know," adds Aaron. No one reacts to Barron's hand as it slips through the floor, emerging just enough to touch Aaron's ankle. Garron slips into Aaron's mind searching for his orders for this investigation. Walking through a clean but unadorned marble hallway, Barron comes to a stack of letters. The one on top is sealed with a wax seal that matches the seal Aaron wears. Barron attempts to neatly open the letter with a knife, but the envelope resists tearing, as if it wears tougher than mere paper… Spoiler Hide (1d20+13)[25]concentration. Just then, the homeless man shrieks and flails his arms, knocking over the soup. He sinks under the table clutching his ears. Spoiler Hide He's definitely scared, an intimidate check at this point could get him to follow Band's directions. Many people turn to look." Is that man all right?"asks Aaron. ... and despite Barron's best effort the envelope will not open. Suddenly, a wind blows out of nowhere, snatching the envelope from Barron's hand and sending it fluttering down the hallway. "I'm not sure,"Jessica says while silently giving Band the command. At that moment, a long, drawn out, and very bestial exclamation of"run"surges through the man's head,"he seemed fine when he came in." Spoiler Hide Intimidate: (1d20+6)[17] Using Ghost's modifiers The man crawls out the form the other side of the table and stands, running straight for the door and grasping the handle. Spoiler Hide Band can continue to make requests of him using the diplomacy skill as if he had a friendly attitude. "We should try to help him, he may need to see a priest." Elizae says glancing towards Aaron. They both move to follow him. Others in the tavern watch the scene with looks of confusion, save the mandolin player who seems more amused than anything else. Ghost camp; Band:Spoiler Hide Ghost and Band sense that Eliza is trying to signal something else to Aaron with her statement. "Really now?" Jessica asks,"if that's the case I'll escort him to the local Clergy myself,"she says, meanwhile sending a message to Band, who in turn cuts off everything he had been doing, which happened to include a scream, in an instant, making his head deathly silent at that moment. Then, in very clear common, Band relays a single message with a holy tone to it,"unless you leave this in and seek out a priest to cleanse your soul, you will fall to the demons that haunt you,"Jess almost laughed at that, Band was having a little too much fun with making this guy think he was haunted, then she gives her own signal, sending a mental voice of her own to improve on it,"confess all your sins, and take the punishment given, only then will you be free from these demons and devils." Spoiler Hide Take 10 on Diplomacy, for a 16 total. Take 10 with Jess to Aid Another to add +2 to Band's for an 18 total "We'd happily escort him now." Aaron offers." It's the least we can do to help, and you have an inn to run." While Aaron is speaking, Eliza quietly intones a spell and reaches out to touch the homeless man. "Too many voices." The man whispers, shaking his head. Garron:Spoiler Hide ...recognizes the spell the elf is casting as Protection from Evil Enough fun, Band, leave it to them now. Hopefully he won't return after this. Barron glances over at the mandolin player, seemingly uncaring that the poor guy almost had a psychotic breakdown. Although, the way the Elf talked... Alright, Barron. It could be a code phrase, you may as well find out. It could be useful. Gather Info:(1d20+18)[26]Sleight of Hand:(1d20+35)[49] Barron steps into Eliza's mind this time. He is standing at the edge of a calm pool of water, on the surface of which he can see the words she just spoke: "He may need to see a priest." Barron reaches down to see if something is below the surface of the water. Just then, it hardens into ice. Spoiler Hide (1d20+12)[19]concentration Will edit in a moment with result. See results below. Luckily, Barron brought a cerebral ice pick. He cracks the ice, and instantly a stream of phantoms emerges from the pool; monsters with all manner of claws and horns and cloven hooves. Borrowing Eliza's knowledge of extraplanar creatures, Barron recognizes the monsters as demons in incorporeal form. He turns to see the homeless man beside him. The demons rush at the man and enter his body, possessing him. Barron understands why Eliza might suggest they take him to a priest now. Aaron and Eliza begin helping the man out the door. Eliza is inspecting the garments the man is wearing as Aaron leads him by the arm. (If uninterrupted, they will leave with the man, for now.) Elaine, Clarence and Task turn their attention back to their game, appearing to take it more seriously now that magic items are being wagered. Clarence is eyes the boots curiously while Elaine calls to Jessica in her salty voice,"Miss, a round for the three of us o'er here!" Jessica goes back to work, but decides to have Band give Barron a little message,"how'd you like the show, little thief?"he asks with a chuckle, before Band can continue, though, he gets a silent message. Not too long Band, let him reply first." My master is of a similar line of work, and would like to make you an offer,"he continues, cutting out small portions,"are you interested?"he gets the image of a well trimmed male orc with pale skin, looking far more noble than the orcs he's used to whenever Band speaks, his preferred mental persona, just as Ghost's is a half-elf with a touch of diatonic heritage, Band's is a half-orc with a touch of celestial heritage. Jessica looks over at the game while the game goes on, and gathers a round of drinks and brings them over, she looks curiously at the game,"hm, this seems interesting, mind if I give it a try?"she asks innocently. Clarence explains the card game which is won by having the best hand. Spoiler Hide Like poker, and if you play, roll 3d6 against the other players. He shuffles through his backpack for a moment and offers a glowing pair of silk gloves, plus the money he has won from Elaine. Tarsk offers a similar pair of gloves and some silver pieces. Clarence begins to deal cards face down to everyone." Would you like a hand as well my dear?" "Well, I don't have any magic items, but I can offer you a few free nights and some alchemical items,"Jessica says,"Beyond that, I can't offer much, but I'd like to give it a try." Spoiler Hide Dealer's Hand (3d6)[10] Responding to the subtle mental message, Barron responds with two words. I am. Seeing the game, Barron walks up to them." Mind if I join in? All I can offer is coin, as long as that's no issue." Barron gets an image of the half-orc grinning,"You will meet her tonight then. She is known as Night, you will know her when you see her,"the half-orc image bows, then fades away. Nicely done Band, but did you have to make a new persona like that? It takes forever to set them up properly, now I only have a few hours to come up with a plausible one. Bant gives a mental shrug, leaving Jessica to her annoyance, which didn't show on her face. Well, at least he used a fairly simple name. She could work with this for now. Spoiler Hide Clarence(5d6b3)[15] Task(3d6)[9] Elaine(3d6)[8] Clarence wins this round with an exceptionally lucky hand. Elaine seems annoyed by losing, though she does not seem to mind parting with the boots. The group continues with some small talk, beginning with Elaine explaining that she is a sailor on cargo ships that sail back and forth between Nocturnal-Erin and Leighla. Spoiler Hide You can make knowledge rolls on Leighla, ask about it, or look it up later- if you care. Also note that for things like this as well as cost of rooms I don't plan on tracking the money-unless you decide you want to or It's something that's a really large amount. Jessica pays some attention, asking Band if he knew anything about Leighla, as she did. She excuses herself after a bit, after letting Clarence know he had two free nights and a free meal for winning the game. She lets her newest employee know she'd be heading out to check on something for a bit, and she goes out to check out if she could find a quiet spot to practice her new form. Keeping it simple, she goes with black hair, streaked with white, white eyes, and draw black skin. She decides to go with an orc/elf hybrid, taking the best from the two for her new form. Since Band showed up as a half-orc, she decided to do the same, adding a little of her own creativity to it. Damn she wasn't used to being that tall though, it was only six inches and a flatter chest, but it completely changed the balance, she only had a day to get used to that? Damn Band, she never wanted him to do that again. She goes through some basic movements to get herself used to the form in a hurry before switching back to Jessica a few hours later and heading back to the inn and go to her room, where she'd wait until it was a good time to meet up with Barron. Spoiler Hide Band's Knowledge (Local) Roll (1d20+13)[26] BantSpoiler Hide Traveling along the coast, Leighla would be the next port. Ships dock there on trips between the distant ship building port, Era, and Nocturnal-Erin. Were it not for this, the economy of the city would pretty much be washed up. Leighla is small Thor that was originally a colony built by former prince of the distant city of Arena- a settlement that was destroyed during the invasion. Band also knows a bit of lesser known trivia about Leighla. The caverns within the cliffs there are used to store recalled cursed magic items before they are shipped through Nocturnal-Erin and up the Nexus to the forge at the capital to be destroyed. Elaine wants to play another round, but says she's not willing to throw any more gold or items at Clarence's exceptional luck. She is beginning to watch him with suspicion. Clarence says they will play one last round just for fun, this round the wager is a single silver coin." Yes, why don't you join us this go,"Clarence replies to Barron." Just one coin a piece, just for fun." Clarence very deliberately draws a single silver coin from his coin pouch. GarronSpoiler Hide Barron notices Clarence attempting to conceal a spell as he draws the coin from his bag. Spell craft for Barron: (Can't fail the roll) reveals the spell he is casting is "Listening Coin," a spell that would turn his silver coin into a crying device. If Barron wants to play this hand, roll 3d6, and then I'll roll Task, Elaine, and Clarence's rolls. Barron looks at Clarence"You expect me to bet on a Listening Coin? You must be as dumb as you look. What other spells were you planning on using then? Out with it." "You dare! I knew you're cheating!" Elaine follows the accusation with a string of words that prove she is in fact a sailor. Suddenly she grabs Clarence by his collar and wrestles the small man to the floor scattering the coins and the pair of boots in the process. Spoiler Hide From this point forwards we'll act on initiative. Order: Task (15), Barron, (14), Clarence (10), Elaine (5) Task sighs, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he draws his great sword from its sheath across his back. He hops over the chair and raises it towards Elaine." Bar. Alan. Let the fool alone,"he commands calmly but sternly. Garron:Spoiler Hide Barron's spell craft recognizes the bit of gibberish Task begins his command with as the "Command" spell. It's Barron's turn. Jessica returns to the fight, and shouts, "Oi! No fighting in here, or I'll call the guards!" she calls to the ones fighting, focusing herself as she calls out. Spoiler Hide Concentration (since this is a "stressful situation", I'll roll) (1d20+14)[25] If you want Ghost to come in later let me know, and I'll cross this out and quote it when she does get back. Taking a step back, Barron disappears for a moment, before reappearing a short distance away on the other side of the Inn floor. Poised on one knee, Elaine pauses in response to Task's command as Clarence slips from her grasp. Taking cover behind the half orc boy he begins to scoop the coins from the floor. Some go rolling across the tavern as he drops them. The boots also skitter away-almost as if they could move on their own. Tarsk grabs Elaine by the hand and pulls her to her feet. He looks towards Barron. "It was a harmless parlor trick. How about Clarence buys a round for all of us?" Spoiler Hide Barron's turn, still on unit order for the time being. (Jessica will arrive after Barron, Clarence and Elaine have had their next turns.) Deciding to ignore the boots for now, Barron looks at the others"You call a crying device "harmless"? Where I'm from, we call that "suspicious". Now, tell me, why did you try to give me a Listening Coin?" "I didn't give you any listening coin,"Clarence insists, continuing to scoop the coins on the floor into his bag." It seems like you're just trying to start trouble. Trying to cause a scene so you can rob us all while we're distracted are you?" Clarence reaches for the boots that at first try to escape his grasp." Hello, what's this?" He picks up the boots by the laces, and they go still." It looks like the Lady is trying to pull some kind of trick putting tainted boots on the table. Where'd you come by these? Certainly not a legal vendor." He studies the boots a minute until he finds a serial number on one sole, which he squints to read." That explains it. At least I know the proper thing to do with this item." Elaine is looking back and forth between Barron and Clarence, perhaps wondering who to believe. After a moment she responds to his question." Finder's keepers," replies Elaine." There didn't seem to be anything wrong with them when I found them... but you won them now. I don't want anything to do with boots that walk on their own." Clarence grins and stuffs the boots into his bag with the coins. Jessica leans on the doorway, focused already, and calls out,"you know if this didn't resolve itself so quickly I'd be tempted to throw all of you out of here,"she says walking over,"as it is, I'm just going to ask you to not start any fights here in the future and a small fee, just a silver piece each to pay for damages and clean up." "We don't want to be any trouble,"Task assures Jessica. He shoots Clarence an accusatory look and then begins to help to straighten things up. Elaine is still sizing up both Clarence and Barron." Who are yes anyway?"she asks Barron bluntly. "As long as you pay for any damages and don't start any more trouble it's water under the bridge,"Jess replies as she helps straighten things out herself,"by what he said,"she points at Barron,"I take it you're mages? Do you think you could help me with some alchemical items I'm working on? I'm trying out a new one I heard about called sleep gas, will be helpful for stopping fights like this from occurring in the future,"Jessica says as everything is straightened out, then she looks at Barron,"I take it you're trained in magic as well if you could identify the spell? An extra set of hands wouldn't hurt. It'd pay for a room for the week." Turning his head towards Jessica"Where I grew up, you learn to identify spells. Those that didn't, well, let's just say they never grew up. Doesn't mean I can cast 'em, though, never had the talent or the training." The guests oblige Jessica's request, and order more drinks while they are at it. The cook brings them out instead of the waitress-he gives them a piece of his mind about causing a ruckus. Elaine seems a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal. The three settle down, and can be overheard talking about this rumored fighting ring and the strange voice that told them about it. Spoiler Hide I described Jessica's new employees but never named them. The cook will be called Soren, and the waitress, Melinda. Feel free to continue your conversation without waiting for me to post after each comment. "I don't have those skills to offer. I will let you know if I come across anyone." Task responds, while straightening a chair. He leans over to pick up a silver coin that got missed and offers it to Jessica." Don't mind my friend. He has a hard time staying out of trouble." He returns to the table with Elaine and Clarence, but then after a few moments, stands suddenly as if he'd had some epiphany. Furthermore, he approaches Jessica. "I just had a thought. I do know someone that would be interested in your alchemy lab. They would want you to make products for them." "I'd get rid of that coin, if I were you. In fact, I'd get rid of anything this little spy gives you. And I wouldn't take his advice." If the half orc is offended by Barron's accusations he doesn't show it. In fact, Task hardly seems to hear Barron, as he watches Jessica intently waiting for an answer. "As long as It's nothing illegal I'd be willing to offer my services as an alchemist. Do you have any details?" Jessica asks. Task looks as delighted as a child receiving a present." I can put you in touch with someone tomorrow. They will have all the details." He returns to Elaine and Clarence, who seem to have settled their differences at least for the moment. GarronSpoiler Hide Barron overhears some of their conversation. It sounds like Clarence is asking Elaine where she found those boots, and he knows a place to fence them. Now it was time to stay at the front counter and take care of guests while she waited for evening. Elaine, Clarence and Task continue to talk and drink well into the evening, mostly behaving themselves. Eavesdropping reveals that Task and Clarence originate from rural inland areas, and they began working together when Clarence met Task and revealed to him that he was his long-lost half brother, claiming they had the same father. The two are merchants of some sort that travel on the roads trading mostly between small villages out in the fields and woods and occasionally coming to the city. Clarence claims to be the brains of their operation. Elaine is from the coastal town of Leighla as previously mentioned. She works as a sailor, guiding ships safely between Leighla and Nocturnal-Erin. Usually, she works on ships that transport recalled magic items from a storage facility in Leighla en route to be destroyed in the forge they were made in. When pressed about where she found the boots, she says they were dragged up in a fishing net in the bay here. After a while, Eliza and Aaron return, looking tired. Eliza reminds Aaron that she still needs to show him some things in the ledger, and they go upstairs. About 45 minutes later, Aaron comes down to have a drink before going to bed. He thanks Jessica for the hospitality and offers to bring by a local detective they are working with- a man who he admits has a bit of an abrasive personality but drinks a lot. Aaron says he might be a good regular customer for her. Spoiler Hide You can interact with people at any point, otherwise, it will be time for everyone to go up to bed. Elaine has her own room, Clarence and Task share one, Eliza and Aaron each have their own rooms, and so does Barron. If you have no other business with the other guests, it will be time for Night and Barron's meeting.

IC_ Objects of Value|rating:4.0

Lilsweetie and Rohan~

Cheryl smoothed out her school uniform before starting out, carrying her bags, towards the new boarding school she went to. She had been transferred in the middle of the school year, but not because of the many reasons that were rumored in her old school. Only those that had sex with her, mostly boys at her old school, knew that she was a horny and hungry beast; a female demon. During the day, she kept herself in the form of a normal school girl, getting close to some of the students before she preyed on them, her body needing the sexual energy they provided. It was only during the time when she fucked when she'd let herself go back to her demon form, regaining much more flexibility and skill in pleasing anything that came her way. Her old school had run dry, sadly, as many of the boys weren't up to the job to keep her pleased. Most of the time, they were just a one-shot or a quick shot kind of guy, and she wasn't able to satisfy her needs. Cheryl had wandered about to various schools, just passing by at the time, but she found this irresistible smell coming from the boarding school that she went to now. It was the heavy scent of plenty of energetic and, quite a few, virgin cocks. She could just tell that they were top grade ones, and she couldn't help herself but make it so she went there for personal reasons unknown to others. Cheryl finally reached the boarding school and quickly met the woman in charge. Her light blue hair flowed in the wind as she heard where she was staying. The scent just standing in the school grounds was already overwhelming. She had understood that it was a boarding school for only girls, but the smell was without a doubt from plenty of healthy dicks. She just assumed she'd find plenty of male instructors. Entering the dorms, she glanced at other beds in the room before finding one that was reserved for her. She tossed her bags onto it as she looked around, finding herself needing to be satisfied when surrounded by this unbelievable stench. Her slender body gracefully moved across the room, aware of the eyes that other girls placed on her, thinking nothing of it at the time, and went up to a group of girls that were gathered near the front. School had yet to start for the day, so she decided to obtain some information about the school, mostly about what males were about. "Excuse me," Cheryl words came out smoothly, "Hello, I’m Cheryl, I'm new here. I'm happy to meet you all, but could you help me out a little? I'm just curious, but what are our teachers like? Any...male ones at all?" Cheryl had let her guard down when speaking to females; she never realized what was pulsing beneath their clothes. Kim smiled as she looked over the new girl that was curious with questions. The question about males teaching was odd because all the girls here new that only females with both parts worked here." No only girls work at this school everybody knows that. But you don't so you must be new here. I'm Kim, if you need anything let me know." She said smiling. At the school there were two girls that ran the school acting as co-queen bees. Being at a school full of fut as became difficult because they had very high sexual desires and were very dominant, except for the shy ones but there wasn't many of them. Sex was pretty much impossible with two dominants, so Kim andAlicemediated fights and tried to keep the peace among all the girls even teachers needed them. They were both juniors in the school so they need to take advantage of their status before they had to move out into a normal college. At a glance all the girls looked normal because they wore special panties that help hold their cocks back even when erect, so all the girls wore them during the day when visitors could come and at night they could wear what ever they wanted including nothing which some choose to do. "Ah the new girl is here." Alice said as she walked up appearing behind Kim. Between the two girls they were different in personalities, Kim was very relaxed while Alice acted like a queen among all the other girls. "Kim why don't you show her around." She said before heading off. Kim nodded her head as she wrapped her arm around Cheryl and began to show her around the place. "That was Alice, together we kinda run the school." She explained as she gave her a tour showing her the classrooms cafeteria and gym and ended the tour in the green house leading out to the grounds. Cheryl smiled at the response, pretending to accept the answer. Only females work at the school...? What was this heavy and thick scent that continued to fill her senses? She had made it so they would accept her into that school no matter what. She hadn't heard anything about there only being girls with a certain condition being at that school. Furthermore, she believed it was just a regular one with such an arousing aroma that she could feel herself getting somewhat hot with desire. Furthermore, she turned and glanced at Alice before she felt herself being pulled along with Kim. "Thank you, Kim," Cheryl said, thanking her for showing her around, even though she'd rather be looking for the source of the smell. She nodded, remembering that. It would be important to know who really ran the school, and she was rather lucky to have immediately picked out one of them. Cheryl stayed quiet the entire time, ending up even more needy because she couldn't act out because of Kim. Although, what was strange was that the smell grew heavier and thicker the every time she got closer to another girl, especially Kim. "Looks nice," Cheryl commented, beads of sweat trailing down her face and onto her school uniform, which was rather tight around her fairly large breasts. Everything looked so normal, and that arousing smell completely threw off her senses. "Class starts soon, right?" She asked, pulling her further into the greenhouse, somewhat desperate of some sort of satisfaction. All of a sudden, Cheryl pushed Kim into a few plants that were set up, glancing around to make sure no one could see them, even through the glass of the greenhouse. She placed her hands at the girl's arms and leaned in, gazing into Kim's eyes as she licked her lips, "Sorry for this, but you're the closest girl I can grab... If what you said was true, no guys around here means I have to settle for you. You can keep a secret, right? I'm sure you're dying to have some type of fun too after being cooped up here with only girls..." Cheryl obviously had no idea that Kim and the other girls could easily satisfy themselves with...themselves. She lowered a hand and moved to her skirt, gripping it lightly before pushing against it, but she widened her eyes and blinked as she looked down. Something was...there? "W-What is this?!" Cheryl cried out, taking a better hold of it through her skirt, obviously confused at what it was.((Just for this scene Cheryl will be slightly more dominant to move things along~)) (ok)Kim was not entirely surprised by the attack against her, many new girls have come in horny, since they had to keep a secret from everyone and had little sexual pleasure, in fact most were virgins because they couldn't find someone. But she was surprised that she didn't know she had a dick, everyone in the school did." You're not one of us are you" Kim asked as she looked up at her not fighting back at all she needs sexual release too." You're just a normal girl." Kim exclaimed keeping her voice down, knowing that the girls would be all over her once they knew she couldn't fuck them back. " I can keep a secret I've kept my cock a secret my entire life." She said smiling up at the girl. New girls at the school were fun, but this was the funniest she has ever with one of them. But here being raised a lot of questions on how she got in and why she would come here. Cheryl quickly looked down at Kim when she stated that she wasn't one of them. A normal girl? What exactly were they! A cock on a girl... If all the girls at the school had them, that would explain the scent, but...there was no possible way, even if they did have cocks, that it would produce so much more arousing scent than a male. "Your...cock? How?" Cheryl asked with curious eyes before completely diverting her attention to the member underneath her clothes. She warily lowered herself, completely forgetting about how her sexual needs were better done in demon form, and lifted her skirt, widening her eyes at the bulge underneath her special panties. "I-Impossible..." Cheryl whispered, also not knowing how much sexual drive and dominance those types of girls had. She ran her hand over her cock slowly before pulling her panties away from that cock, giving a squeak when it sprang forth at full force, becoming straight and erect right against her face. The scent was irresistible. "How...?" She asked again, narrowing her eyes as she unconsciously reached out to grab the shaft with both of her delicate hands, licking the huge cock slowly. Cheryl had definitely grown wet, almost completely forgetting that this monster belonged to a girl! "It's real!" She announced, pulling back slightly as she made it, so her cock came out of her skirt and panties, allowing Kim to see it as well. "You have balls too... Does this...thing...produce semen?" Cheryl asked, still unaware of how much these girls fucked to keep their bodies satisfied. How dangerous it was for someone like her to be in the midst of so many sex craving bodies. Someone who had a purely female body. Kim smiled as she was flooded with questions by Cheryl, who knew nothing about her type of girl she was which made her perfect to set up for later. " Curious thing aren't you, I guess I could answer your questions." Kim teased smiling as she watched her." It's a rare gene match where the body has two X's and a Y so it is completely real and natural. And yes I can produce semen and even knock you up, but unlike boys we tend to grow bigger cocks and can cum more than them too. Though some girls choose to have their balls removed so it's easier to hide" Kim said as she continued to watch the Cheryl, it was like watching a kid open a gift they really wanted for Christmas. She glanced down at her crotch and noticed her getting wet over the sight of her cock. This was too perfect a cock loving slut had been sent to a school full of horny Fut as, it wouldn't be long till she was being raped daily by the here.it also didn't help that she left out details on their sexual nature and how dominant they could be." so any more question?" she smiled as her cock twitched as it was fully erect, the one problem with the school was that they were always surrounded by pretty girls so their cocks were almost always erect and ready to fuck. Cheryl listened to Kim carefully, still wondering how such a phenomenon could happen. She wasn't exactly a slut; she just acted like one. She got energy through sexual pleasures. Semen was a booster of sorts. "I...can tell it's bigger. Much...much bigger than ones I've had," Cheryl whispered, adoring how big and hot that cock was, somewhat glad that Kim still had her balls. Once she was done answering her questions, she shook her head, licking her lips, "One, but you won't need to answer it. Even if you refuse, I'll still do it. I'd like to take this monstrosity out for a test ride... I'm sure you won't protest..." She smirked as she suddenly widened her mouth and engulfed a portion of her immense cock. It was clear to her that this was much thicker and lengthier, as she could only fit about a third of it in her mouth. Her nature was to take more in, so she set her hands on what Kim was sitting on before lifting herself slightly before pushing Kim's huge cock deeper, forcing it into her throat. Cheryl moaned as the scent of her dirty cock wafted up to her nose, forcing it until her lips hit the shaft of Kim's cock. She wanted to ask if Kim had ever had a girl take all of her cock in their mouth before, but she couldn't exactly speak. Her tongue twirled around what was in her mouth before she bobbed her head back and forth, allowing her to breathe when she moved back before letting it come all the way into her throat again. The fact that a woman, who had a much more gentle and pleasurable body, had such a monster cock was pleasing to her, especially when she learned that it would unload much more semen than a male. Knock her up? It was impossible for a human male to get her pregnant, but she had no idea about whatever this woman was. For all she knew, everything was a mystery when it came to intercourse with these types of girls. One hand played with Kim's balls as the other kept a hold of the rail that Kim sat on, hoping that no other girls saw them doing this. Cheryl had come to that school for easier access to feeding herself, and she usually stopped fucking when she had enough or had enough in reserve. She had no thought at all about what would happen if the entire school of, unknown to her, horny fut as would fuck her. Kim moaned out in pleasure as she felt her mouth wrap around her cock. She was doing a great job better than any of the girls here could do, they had practice, but they didn't seem to enjoy it like Cheryl did. She was having a hard time keeping herself taking control off the girl since it was in her instincts to take control. As the girl moved her hands down to play with her balls she moaned out even louder in pleasure. It had been a while since she had been able to release your sexual tension and this felt so good. Even if someone heard her it was normal to hear moans in between class periods since most girls had to play with themselves or had snuck off to fuck. So this was all normal behavior to her even if it wasn'ty for Cheryl." Your pretty good with your mouth." She moaned out as she leaned back and enjoyed the blowjob. Cheryl enjoyed the moans that Kim released, and upon hearing her compliment, she pulled her cock completely out of her mouth, releasing a popping sound when she pulled off of the now wet cock, and smiled up at Kim. "Thank you, I've been told I'm...skilled at things like this. Just wondering, but what do you call yourselves? Not just girls, I hope, as that's...deceiving," She murmured, licking her lips, wanting more of her cock. She looked back down and started to lick her dick head like a lollipop, fondling her balls before she pushed the cock into her mouth again. Cheryl started to suck the big piece of meat, as if trying to milk her, to have her show her how much semen she could unload. There was no doubt in her mind that along with the bigger cock and larger load of cum, these types of girls had plenty of more stamina. Cheryl really believed that she would be the one coming on to the girls; she didn't know how wrong she would be when the dominant and horny girls showed their true nature. "Mmm..." She made her cock vibrate as she took her into her throat, sucking a bit harder as she bobbed her head even faster. Doing something on the first day of school...with a girl, too! It turned her on, making her pussy wet with need, and she hoped that Kim had plenty of more of her seed after her release from the blowjob to fill Cheryl's womb full of that seed. Kim smiled as she heard another question from her, she didn't mind answering because she would never say anything about her true nature." to the public we say that we are girls even use women's restrooms. But here we call ourselves Fut as, though I don't know why it just stuck since the school was opened." Kim explained to her smiling as she continued to play with her dick. As she started to suck on her dick again she moaned out even louder. She could feel herself getting ready to cum soon as she began to leak out some precut into her mouth. "I hope you're ready for your load." She said smiling as she felt herself ready to explode in her mouth. Cheryl nodded with Kim's big cock in her mouth. FTA? It was a new term for her, but she couldn't really complain. With so many in the small area, she could easily please herself when she needed to. She just didn't think about what would happen when the others wanted her. When she heard her announce her readiness for her climax, she pulled her cock out of her mouth again and urged her on, "Give me everything you can in one go... Satisfy me, and I promise you'll be the first girl, oh, excuse me, first FTA of this school to have plunged your big and dirty cock inside my pussy..." Smirking, she started to suck on Kim's dick head, twirling her tongue around the tip before engulfing her cock again, sucking like mad now, wanting to suck every drop out of her. Cheryl waited until her cock was starting to twitch like made before completely pushing it all the way in her mouth, forcing it down her throat, wanting Kim to empty out her semen, as swallowing it with any orifice would energize Cheryl even more. Kim moaned out in pleasure as she began to swallow her cock again, it was good to have someone want her to cum in her mouth since most girls pulled out since they couldn't take the whole load. With in a minute Kim began to cum unleashing her whole load which had been waiting to come out for a week now. She filled her mouth quickly within a second with her hot and thick seed, she didn't hold back as probably released enough cum to fill a two liter bottle, and it was all gushing into her mouth and down her throat." Drink up." Kim joked as she watched the girl thinking how nice it would be to fuck a girl's pussy and not have her own fucked when she was done. After three minutes Kim final began to slow down on the amount of cum she was releasing. And the best part was even after giving her this big of a load her cock would still be erect and able to cum just as much. Cheryl felt her hot and thick seed start to spurt down her throat and into her mouth, finding it utterly delicious as she started to swallow the semen. It wasn't until after the first minute that she widened her eyes, not believing how much cum she was releasing. It really would fill up a two liter bottle...maybe even more. She pulled away after the second minute and moaned out, squeezing her eyes shut as the rest of the cum started to cover her face. Cheryl made sure she held the rest of her body back, so only her face got spurted on, which she still tried to lick off. She couldn't believe it! A human actually made her pull back to take a breath before attempting to swallow the massive amount of seed she released. Panting once she stopped, she wiped her face off, knowing that it wouldn't be right to have such dirty fluids on her face in school, and she looked up at Kim. Something blocked her vision - Kim's enormous dick. Cheryl gasped when she saw how erect it still was, "I-It didn't go down at all?!" Swallowing, she smiled slightly, thinking that she would just need one girl every few days, seeing that it was far more than enough for her. Cheryl just didn't know how much she'd really be receiving. "Mm...such stamina... Is that part of the FTA's as well?" Cheryl asked, licking her penis from the shaft to the head before standing up, lifting her skirt to show Kim her panties. "Why were you surprised that I was a normal girl...? There has to be at least some other girl that's normal, right?" Cheryl asked, still not entirely knowledgeable of that school. Cheryl lowered her panties before getting on Kim's lap, having to set it up before inching the massive cock inside of her. "B-Big...huge..." Cheryl whispered, forcing her entire cock into her pussy, her walls tightening around her before she yelped in pleasure. "How often do you get to fuck a pussy as pure as tight as mine? Whose pussies are better? Fut as...or mine?" Cheryl asked, licking her lips before going at a slow pace, as if teasing her, desiring for Kim to show her dominance and fuck her like she was raping her. Kim smiled as she saw that she had to pull back from her cock while she was cumming, though she was happy that she at least tried to take the whole load in her mouth." normal we aren't, it's just been a while since I've had this down and your just so pretty." Kim lied to her, she was good at Lang since she lived one as a life and needed to lie to get out of public showers and other scenes where being a FTA was bad." and most girls her fut as though there are a handful of normal girls." She lied again as she watched her stand up and insert her cock into her pussy. She moaned out in pleasure on how tight she was, yet she was so tight. "Your pussy is defiantly better than a FTA's." She moaned out which was the only true thing she said. She didn't like lying to Cheryl but if her plan was going to work she needed to be kept in the dark. Cheryl was glad that her pussy was better than FTA, squeezing her cock tighter when she was told that. "Good...now I'm sure you've fucked before. Why don't you give me a taste of how you fuck?" Cheryl asked, moving forwards to push her breasts against Kim's as she bounced on Kim's big cock lightly, wanting Kim to move on her own. To show some dominance. Cheryl moved her lips to Kim's, kissing her warmly as her arms wrapped around Kim's neck, "Fuck me hard with that enormous cock of yours... I want to feel you fill me up completely and even more so, and I want you to try your hardest to knock me up. I'd love to get pregnant from a FTA..." Cheryl lied about that, as she was still unsure if she could even get pregnant from their type of semen, but she didn't mind as she heard that naughty noise from Kim's cock slapping into her pussy, wanting more rough fucking. Kim kissed her back as she began to move her hips forcing Cheryl to move up and down on her shaft. She showed some dominance but only half of what she wanted to use against her. She didn't want to go full out because that might give away what she was lying about earlier, but she also needs to please her. Furthermore, she began to move faster as she wondered if she could knock her up, the girl at the school were given birth control to prevent from getting knocked, but she didn't know if her cum was sterile or not. Cheryl bit her lip as Kim started to stuff her cock into her tight hole, moaning against Kim's lips as she tightened her hold on Kim, their nipples grinding against each other. "Mm...fuck me hard and fill me up with your semen," She moaned, adoring the red head below her at the moment. The thick and long cock in her pussy was more than welcome as her walls tried to pull her further inside of her. She helped out by rocking her hips as well before she squeezed her eyes shut, wanting her to cum inside of her, "Y-Yes... After this, we should probably go to class as it'll be starting soon, but you should feel proud of being the first to take me at this school..." Cheryl smiled as she slipped her tongue out to play with Kim's as she felt her reach her limit quickly, as the monster cock was more than she had ever had before, and she hit her climax violently, her own love juices gushing out onto her cock, wanting Kim's liters of cum to shoot inside of her. " I am and I hope this isn't the last time we do this." Kim moaned out as their bodies continued to fuck and their breast dubbed against each other. This was the best she's had in her life and she couldn't wait till she released her total dominance on her. As she felt Cheryl's cum run down her cock she smiled seeing how fast she was able to please this girl. She continued to fuck her harder as she wrapped her arms around her to hold her down on her cock. Soon she released her hot seed into her pussy, she continued to fuck as she released her cum making sure every drop of it was forced up into her body. Cheryl smiled at Kim's words before she felt Kim suddenly get a bit rougher and holding her body down on her immense cock while she fucked her brains out. Her arms around her body were welcomed as she let herself be taken in control by Kim before she widened her eyes, feeling Kim fucking her at the same time she released her thick semen inside of her, pushing it deep into her womb. "Apache!" Cheryl cried out, feeling her womb being filled to the brim before the excess cum started to leak out of her onto her cock, finding herself climaxing again from the sensation of the release. "K-Kim..." She moaned, loving the huge dick inside of her tight pussy. "Mm... I let something like this happen every few days, so maybe we can do it again next time?" She whispered, smiling as she still couldn't believe that this human had made her cum so easily. Cheryl had stated those words not knowing that her purely female body would be taken advantage of by all the fut as in the school. "Shall we go?" Cheryl whispered, lifting herself off of Kim's cock before getting onto her legs weakly, covering her pussy with her panties as she tried to make sure there wasn't a trace of that cum on her body anymore. "Will you take me to my class?" She asked, her blue hair waving behind her as she licked her lips, gazing at her with lustful eyes. Even though she was well-fed by the semen, she still adored the sensations the girl gave her. She could easily get used to this place. Cheryl was still in the dark about what happened at night and in between classes. Kim packed her cock away in her panties hiding her cock that was still erect, she then fixed her skirt and clothes before standing up. "That would be nice, ABD of course I'll bring you to class." Kim said smiling as she leads her out of the green room and towards all the classes. She couldn't wait to tell Nice about her find since she would want to help plan Cheryl's fate. The first bell rung for class as they neared her classroom and had a few minutes left before she had to be in there." Here you go your first class, I'm not going to be able to show you around since my class are on the other side of the school, but the rest of your classes are close by so it shouldn't be too hard, plus you're new and have an excuse." Kim explained to her. She had a busy day ahead of her now and would probably skip her classes just to prepare for tonight. Cheryl followed her all the way to her first class, and she turned to Kim before nodding, "Okay, thank you very much." She smiled before watching her off and then entering her classroom. The room was heavy with the scent of dirty cocks and cum. It hit her hard, but she tried to get through it as she greeted some of them before sitting down in an open seat, ready to just go throughout the day like before. The only problem was that she was getting a little wet from being surrounded by so many thick pieces of meat. Cheryl sighed as she played with her pencil in her hand, trying to get her mind off of it. She was sure that Kim would help her out with her need if she asked for it. Cheryl didn't want to know as the school's whore, as that would just bring unwanted sex, and she just wanted it from certain people, to feed her or to truly have pleasure from, like Kim. Kim turned and left for her classes once Cheryl had gone in, she didn't need to rush because she got a note from the last teacher explaining that she was showing the new kid around. She took out her cell phone and texted Alice to meet her in the green house during third period. After that she went straight to class and the one after it. Alice had been in class when she got the text so she waited till she was out to send a response saying that she would be there. She spent the next class trying to figure out what she meet when Kim said it was important. She assumed that she wanted someone to fuck. As the bell rang ending second period Alice rushed over to the green room making sure no one followed her. She found Kim inside already sitting on a bench. "What's so important that I had to skip class. Alice said as she took the seat next to her. Kim noticed another person around so she leaned in and whispered into her ear. "There's a normal girl here. It's the new kid Cheryl."" How do you know this?" Alice whispered back shocked and pleased by her find."we kinda fucked in here, and she's great." Kim whispered back." Well then I guess I'll have to see for myself." Alice whispered before they went their separate ways, and would meet again after class and more formal introduce Alice to Cheryl. Cheryl finished up her classes feeling a bit warm. She couldn't believe that she felt horny after she already fed off of Kim's semen. She guessed that after being deprived of such quality cocks, all of them made her a little hot. Sweating lightly as she moved from class to class, she panted until after fourth period, the lunch break finally there. Cheryl sighed with relief as everyone seemed to relax and move out and into their own groups. She pulled at her collar before leaving the room and going outside, trying to get some fresh air while she didn't need to eat lunch. Kim's delicious cum was her meal, and it had filled her up, yet she still felt so need. Cheryl felt like going to find Kim and fucking her on an empty staircase or something, but she didn't think it'd be appropriate after she had already pushed herself so forcefully onto the girl that morning. Kim and Alice had meat up again to discuss plans when they saw Cheryl roam outside. They followed her out and waited for her to stop before they made their move on her. "Hey Cheryl." Kim said as she took a seat beside her. Alice followed up behind and sat on the other side of Cheryl." Hello there, I believe we quickly met earlier." Kim said almost having a noble presence about her. She acted more like a queen bee than Kim did. "I hope you don't mind, but I shared what we did with her, but only her." Cheryl blinked when suddenly the two girls came next to her, their scent catching her off guard. She nodded to Kim before look to Kim, "It's...okay. I was hoping that only you would know for now, Kim, but if your friend here can keep a secret..." Cheryl didn't want everyone to know about her neediness and the fact that she was normal. They had different plans for her, obviously. "What do you two need?" Cheryl asked, trying to act innocent, although her red cheeks and slightly sweaty and needy body being a tip off that she was slightly horny. She was trying to suppress the feelings, but anything could just make her openly needy again. "Nothing I saw you go outside by yourself and figured you need some company, and you never really got meet Alice." Kim said smiling. Alice smiled kindly as she could sense the changes the girl and see her sweat little about being near the two of them. She was pleased with Kim's find and could see that this girl like being fucked, now all she needed to do was test drive her too, to see if she was as good as Kim claimed. "Hi there Cheryl, I'm Alice. If you need something let me know." She said with a friendly smile. Cheryl smiled at Kim, appreciating the thought, but small drops trickled into her uniform as she started to pant softly. Being so close to them, especially to Kim, with the thought of her massive cock that was still covered in the smell of their mixed juices. "A-Ah, hello, Alice. Really? Thank you," Cheryl said, stuttering to the blonde as she pressed her hands to the bottom of her skirt, wondering if that really was all they were doing there. She somewhat expected the two to want to take her because she was a normal girl, and she kind of wanted it, but she didn't want to act like a slut. Cheryl wanted to feel their big pieces of meat to fill both of her holes right then and there, the smell so overwhelming, but she closed her eyes as she looked down, trying to resist such urges. She was still in human form in front of them, so she couldn't express such a demonic need for eating their sweet semen. "W-Well, is that all you two came out for? I mean...you don't have to worry about me. Was there anything else you needed?" Cheryl asked, biting her lower lip as she lowered her head. "Alright, you caught us, Alice didn't believe me that you were a normal girl." Kim said smiling and whispered the last part to keep it secret. She was going to expose her to the school just not right now they needed to figure out how to spread her out among all the students. " Yes plus Kim told me you had a lot of skill, and I was hoping to see this for myself." Alice said smiling to her, knowing that the girl beside her was probably craving the two of them as she saw her fidget with her skirt and batting her lip." Plus I'm bigger." She whispered to her with a wink. There was a reason the two of them were in charge, and it was that they were the two biggest and were the most dominant. Cheryl widened her eyes at Kim's words, but then gasped and widened her eyes even more when Alice whispered to her. Bigger? How could anyone be bigger than Kim's monstrous cock?! She swallowed and backed away from Alice slightly before feeling her shoulder press against Kim, squeaking softly before she sighed. Closing her eyes for a moment, she re-opened them and gazed at Alice with lust in her eyes as she pushed her chest out a bit, "I'll gladly...let you see it for yourself. Just show me where we can do it in secrecy, and Kim... I'd love for you to join with me again." Her words were soft but laid heavy with lust, wanting them to shove their enormous dicks into her tight holes. Alice smiled happily as Cheryl agreed to show her and invited Kim along too, she was hoping for a private session but double-teaming her could be fun. "Great, Kim and I have been roommates so we can lock the door and be alone" Alice said as Both her and Kim got up and began to lead Cheryl back to there room. It was a quick three-minute walk before they reach their dorm." Here we go." Kim said as she opened the door. It was a simple dorm room only they shared a king-sized bed and had slightly better stuff than the other kids. Cheryl followed them, rather nervous. Kim's cock was huge, but accepting two of them in her petite body might be too much, but she didn't want to leave out Kim. She walked into their dorm and her breathing got heavier, knowing that she would soon be fucked by the two massive cocks. There was only one bed in that dorm, and she assumed that the two girls slept together each night, and she was rather jealous. It wasn't like this at her last school. She walked in timidly before sitting down on the edge of the king-sized bed and held her hands to her impressive chest, "W-Well? Do with me as you will. I want to feel the two of you ravaging my body..." Cheryl whispered the words as she slowly started to undress, wanting to show them her body, but she was expecting the two girls to lock the door first and then help her in undressing before dominating her. Kim smiled as she closed the door and locked it, the one great thin about their room was that it was soundproof so they could be loud. Alice stripped her outer layer of clothes leaving her bra and panties on. She sat behind Cheryl and helped her strip off the last of her clothes. She smiled as she saw that she didn't have a dick. Kim took off all of her clothes and joined them on the bed. Alice final took her panties off showing Cheryl her cock which was a good two inches bigger than Kim. "So how do you want to do this?" Kim asked. "I want her pussy and you and can have her mouth. Kim moved Cheryl to the middle of the bed and propped her up on all fours. Alice trapped onto her hips and began to tease her pussy with her cock. Kim got in front of her and forced her mouth around her cock. Cheryl smiled over her shoulder as Alice helped her take her clothes off. Once she was completely bare, she wrapped her arms around her waist, glancing back at Alice's amazing figure, along with that amazing cock that she could just tell was slightly bigger than Kim. She widened her eyes as the two agreed on what holes they could claim before she was moved to the middle of the bed by Kim. Cheryl cooperated, but she didn't know that these girls could be so forceful. She curled her fingers on the bed as she was on all fours, her knees digging into the bed as her hips were grabbed and the head of Alice's cock ground against her pussy. "D-Don't tease m-" Cheryl widened her eyes as her mouth was suddenly violated by a cock, seeing that Kim was much more forceful this time around than last time. What happened? She squeezed her eyes shut as the cock filled her mouth, her jaw pushed to it's limit as it tried to hold her thickness inside of her. "Mmm!" She tried to say something angry at Kim for being like this, but all she ended up doing was vibrating Kim's cock before she started to suck on it lightly, her tongue traveling around her many cock before sliding along her underside. Cheryl moved her head slightly to try and help Kim get pleasure, but she wagged her hips lightly at Alice, trying to tell her that she hated teasing. She just wanted Alice to get to business on her. Alice smiled seeing that the girl had some fight in her, as Cheryl began to move her hips she got the sign. She held on tighter and thrust her whole cock into her pussy. She moaned out softly on how good it felt as she continued to fuck her keeping a quick pace. Unlike Kim Alice was not going to limit her dominance, she finally had the chance to fuck a real girl, and she was gone do what she wanted. Kim moaned out softly as Cheryl began to use her tongue on her cock. She didn't care that she got the mouth since she loved it last time." See didn't I tell you she was good." Kim said smiling to Alice. "You were right, she's perfect." Alice moaned back as she fucked Cheryl harder. Cheryl gave a stifled surprised moan on Kim's cock, eyes widening as Alice shoved her entire length inside of her, pushing past the point where Kim had reached before. So big... These girls were overwhelming her with such pleasures. "Mmm..." She moaned as her body started to rock forwards from Alice's dominance, her rough and quick thrusts. From this, she started to suck on Kim's cock even harder, her tongue lapping at the tip of Kim's cock before going along her underside again, trying to suck all that she could out of the immense cock that buried itself inside her throat while her pussy continued to squeeze tightly around Alice's dick, trying to milk it. Hearing their praise, she narrowed her eyes before she widened them again, feeling Alice fucking her even harder. Her breasts rocked and bounced like mad as her fingers and toes curled, trying to keep herself balanced from the hard fucking she was receiving from the blonde behind her.

Lilsweetie and Rohan~|rating:2.0

avb- Drassuk

If you're not DRASS or his dm, GO AWAY! You return to Ezekiel's supplies with a contract in hand. The receptionist reads your appointment and escorts you inside. Redder asks you to read the contract to him. Spoiler Hide if you don't mind, please write it up. It doesn't have to be long, but it'll really add to the flavor. (I don't mind, though I'm probably not as good at writing it correctly as my 22 Int character. Give me a min. Also, a description of Redder would be nice, if possible.) The Contract: This contract serves as the means to bind DRASS Taxation' services legally to employment under Ezekiel Redder. DRASS Taxation will provide his services to Ezekiel Redder at Ezekiel Redder's discussion, after a verbal agreement on expectations and payment has been made. DRASS Taxation will fulfill any tasks appointed to him by Ezekiel Redder, if he has verbally agreed to it in the presence of Ezekiel Redder beforehand. DRASS Taxation is compelled to use the full extent of his abilities with each task, and is expected to use his own funding to complete the task, unless other arrangements has been made between DRASS Taxation and Ezekiel Redder. Failed Contracts: If DRASS Taxation fails to complete a task within a previously set time limit or within previously set conditions, he will pay Ezekiel Redder _____________ as a fee of reimbursement. Terminating the contract: Following a failed contract, Ezekiel Redder may choose to terminate this contract. DRASS Taxation has no say in whether this contract is terminated, should it follow a failed contract. The termination of the contract due to a failed contract can only happen up to two weeks (14 days) after a failed contract. Should DRASS Taxation encounter unexpected problems in his appointed services by Ezekiel Redder, which should have been covered by Ezekiel Redder's description of the task DRASS Taxation was executing, DRASS Taxation may choose to terminate the contract. Ezekiel Redder has no say in whether the contract is terminated following a lack of critical information, or critical information withheld by Ezekiel Redder. This includes, but is not limited to: Number of bodyguards, protective spells, magical items, layout of building, etc. Ezekiel Redder ________________________ DRASS Taxation ________________________ Ezekiel Redder is an older man who has clearly had much experience in life. He dresses tastefully, yet still brings off a sense of wealth with his businesslike pants, shirt, and overcoat. His slightly expanding waistline is a testament to his ease of life in the past few years. He appears to be a kindly man, with a twinkle of cheer in his eye."welcome, my boy!" he says cheerily. "I have been on the lookout for someone to take care of a few problems for me. From what I know, you are willing to help me out with that. I see you have a contract all drawn up. Please read it to me and I'll tell you what I think of it." DRASS"I have not introduced myself, and yet you already know of my talents. Either my name carries wind, or your ears hear a great deal." Ezekiel smiles to the old man, but again his eyes betray him of not really caring much for smiling. "I am indeed just that - a means to help get rid of. Problems. I have a draft for the contract, but I underline the fact I am not a businessman, and as such it may not be of the quality you are used to." "Well, that's no problem, and yes, I may be old and soft, but my secretaries are neither blind nor stupid. I did a little bit of research about you while your appointment was set up. I prefer to get straight to business. Now then, let's see what your terms are for this contract of yours." After hearing you read out your contract, he smiles. "Well, that's vague enough to avoid loopholes but specific enough to mean something." He signs it. "So, as to the matter of pay, how much did you expect to make?" DRASS"My services do not come cheap. I am perfect at what I do best, and I expect to be paid as such. The actual figures should be worked out dependent on the difficulty of the task, how long it will take, and so forth. But to put it squarely - I expect payment in the thousands." "Then I am sure someone who can pay in the thousands will hire your services." He motions for you to leave. DRASS "What, you are too poor to afford my services? What could you pay?" "You must understand that this is the city watch, not Mr Corner's business or Archduke Rochelle's personal guard. We have limited funds, but I can pay you somewhere between 500 and 1000 gold per job. Oh, and you can loot your targets' corpses." DRASS "I hope you understand, that I take great pride in my work. The actual figures do not mean the world to me, only executing my abilities, and training to be stronger. I believe there is a deal to be made here. I will work for you, and when or if we. Outgrow each other, you will put in a word for me at my next employer. Talking is cheap, after all." "Fair enough."" Now tell me, what can you do specifically? I already have more than one talented operative accomplishing things for me. What can you do that they can't?" BIG apologies. I got yours and someone else's threads mixed up. He offers you the same deal, but his reasons are that you need to prove yourself first. He is a wealthy merchant. And he is asking for your talents because he wants to know how best to use them. DRASS "I am an expert at getting in difficult places. Playing mind tricks, obfuscating my appearance, going in from the roof or through the walls. Almost nothing will stand between me and my target. And they will never see me coming." Edit: That's fine. Same figures? "Hmm, so, do you think you might be able to help me out in a certain manner of finesse? There is a merchant who is aiding corner in his bid to control the guild. He must be stopped, but it fistnote traced back to me, at any costs. Think you can do that?" DRASS "Possibly. It does sound like my kind of job. What are the details?" "His name is Michal Krone. He runs an amulet shop on Scale Row. He has no personal bodyguards, but he is a powerful mage who crafts his own magic charms. Any questions?" DRASS "Powerful? How powerful?" "He has been known to be able to kill a troll by planting a terrifying image in its head, but he mostly seems to work in illusions." DRASS "I will need floor plans for his home. Does he live in his shop?" "What do you think this is, a spy agency? You want his floor plan, scout it out yourself. I do believe that he lives in the second story of his shop." DRASS "It was a not a request, it was a simple statement. I wouldn't take them if you handed them to me right now. Half the job is preparation. Is there anything else I should know? A timeframe, for example?" If not, DRASS gets up, nods slightly to Redder, and leaves for the street. "He is planning something to help out corner. I need him eliminated before then. You will get a bonus if he is killed before he can give corner that aid." DRASS "I will talk to your clerk for another meeting once the job is done. Would not want anyone to think we were nothing else than business-partners. Do not worry on that account, by the way - I am very subtle." "If that is all, then please go forth and do." He dismisses you with a wave of his hand. DrassukDrassuk heads out on the streets. He has a good idea of what he has to do. If DRASS knows where Scale Row is, he heads there.IOC: Fun speculations:Spoiler Hide Double-cross the old bastard and strike a better offer with Corner. Just kill the old geezer. He's going to double-cross DRASS anyway sooner or later. Ally with the Charm Mage, take down both of the merchants. Replace them with a Simulacrum or Alter Self. He does Spoiler Hide as for your speculations, be careful you don't bite off more than you can chew. Feel free to try any of those things, I'm just saying that the "geezer" is not as helpless as he appears. DrassukDrassuk takes a trip through the city, taking an indirect route to Scale Row. He makes sure to make several stops in different shops, look around in there, and then leave. Spoiler Hide Oh I know. Always assume your opponent has more bling than you. . And class levels. Upon reaching Scale Row, he finds that one of the shops in there is named Krone' Charms. It is a green two-story building that features a sign with a starburst out front, proclaiming, "Best Prices in town!" DrassukDrassuk heads inside. Inside is a cluttered shop where all sorts of trinkets are for sale, littering every available surface space. A raven near the entrance squawks at you in common, saying. "I see you; don't try to steal. I'll catch you if you do!" Before you have time to be offended by this, a young man in a bright red robe walks out of the back and says, "Shame on you, Goliath. How dare you fuss at a customer like that as soon as he walks in the door. My name is Krone, charm-maker extraordinaire. What can I do for you?" DrassukDrassuk faces the young man and smiles." Hello there. I am not too sure on how exactly you may help. I have some spare gold lying around, and I am looking for some. Personal protection." What exactly does he look like? Any visible equipment, etc. Spoiler Hide he is human, male, blonde, about 6'1, skinny, red robe with gold trim, no visible weapons, and an amulet around his neck. He has 2 golden rings on his right hand. "Well, I have all sorts of protective charms I can offer you. What would you like? Something to ward off disease? For maybe something to help turn a knife in the back? Or were you looking to protect yourself from... magical influences?" DRASS "Magical influence? What do you mean?" "Why, anything, that which might try to affect your mind and influence your actions, or something to help you pierce through illusions, or something which helps you resist magical curses. I have charms for them all." (Mind Blank and True Seeing? Oh, I amsoscrewed)DRASS "The protection against people in my mind seems great. How much is it?" Well, I have several levels of protection available. They can vary in cost between 1000 and 25000 GP. Spoiler Hide (and no, he isn't that high level) DRASS "I am intrigued. However, as you probably can understand, I don't carry that amount of money around with me. It's not safe. Can I come back later with the gold, and make the purchase then? When do you close your shop?" "Why, I'm open from sunup to sundown. Come by any time. For a mere 10% of the total price, I can reserve a specific charm for you for up to 3 months." DRASS"Why, you do not think I can pay? I am offended. I will need to visit my safe in order to get the money. Can I persuade you to stay open maybe half an hour after sundown? Will hurry as much as I can." "Of course, assuming I know which charm specifically I am staying open late to sell." you see the fires of greed light up his eyes. DRASS "I want to protect my mind against others reading my thoughts. I hope that is something you can help me out with." "Of course. I have a headband which can completely shield your mind from any and all telepathic probing. A paltry 20,000 gold for it. My price cannot be beaten anywhere. Shall I see you tonight then?" DRASS "If you could be discreet, I would appreciate it. I don't want anyone to see I am carrying that kind of gold. I will be back." Drassuk waves his hand and exits the shop. He walks a few yards, turns around, and looks at the upper floor. Any windows? Not facing the street. Is there a way to get around his shop? Yes. There is an alleyway on the north side of his shop (which is facing west) Just behind his shop, it connects to a "feeder" alleyway where the residents can walk to and from each other's shops without attracting attention. DRASS tries to determine the rough location of the different rooms in the shop. Where the bedroom is, etc. Knowledge: Architecture(1d20+13)[23] I'll suss that out for you tomorrow. I'm getting tired and can't come up with that just yet. Send me a pm tomorrow afternoon if I don't have it done by then. Righto. Will have plenty of time to scheme, then. After looking at his shop for a few moments, you believe that his shop is on the first floor, with the sales are in the front of the shop, probably a storage area and a private office behind that. The stairs leading up to the second story are probably located in his office. Since his back alley door is on the south side of his shop, he most likely has his office to the south. A merchant who enchants his own magical gear is likely to have an arcane work lab above his office before one entering the second story can reach his private living quarters. Since both the north and south halves of his shop have second-story windows, there is likely an antechamber before one reaches his lab, which is likely then to be over the sales area. This means that his private living accommodations are probably in the North-East corner of the second story. DrassukDrassuk finds the library again, and sits down and studies in his spell book. He pretty much simply waits 'till sundown, then heads back. Upon entering the shop, Michal greets you rather cheerily, then asks, "Do you have the money with you so you can walk out of here with your new magical protection?" DrassukDrassuk pats his Haversack." Yes, may I see the charm?" Edit: Is that a bluff check? >_> Spoiler Hide yes it is. outcome of that will determine how the merchant responses. Unless, of course you actually have 20,000 GP with only 13,000 starting gold (including equipment) Spoiler Hide I have 2600 GP I believe. . I thought about an illusion spell for more money, but, illusion specialist guy might notice. Bluff: (1d20+1)[14] Come on natural 20. He seems to believe you and says, "Very well, but I warn you, do not try to run and leave without paying for it." DRASS "You should not distrust honest people like that." Drassuk lets off a smile. If he comes over and hands it to me:Spoiler Hide As soon as he lets go of the item, DRASS reaches out and casts Hideous Laughter, DC 20 Will Save He says, "Very well. Here you go." and hands you the headband to examine. As soon as he hands you the item, you cast a spell on him. He seems to try to resist it for a moment, then bursts out in laughter and falls to the floor. DRASS calmly takes a step back, then lets off another spell - Ray of Enfeeblement. Ranged Touch Attack:(1d20+2)[15]Strength damage:(1d6+3)[9](IOC: By the way - he's prone, so he gets +4 AC against ranged attack) your spell misses him, due to his wild movements on the floor. He continues laughing uproariously, unable to control himself. Another Ray of Enfeeblement. Attack Roll:(1d20+2)[15]Strength damage: [roll1Miss? Fine. Suggestion, Will DC 20 next round:"Lie down, shut your eyes and ignore everything around you no matter what." * post roll count doesn't match database He seems to be rather difficult to hit with your rays. Once again, you miss. He seems to have some sort of minor deflection protecting him. Spoiler Hide while prone, his touch ac vs ranged is 17, btw Edited above, but:Suggestion, DC 21 Will Save." Lie down, shut your eyes and ignore everything around you no matter what." although he is still laughing, he complies with your suggestion. And lies still on the floor, though he is still giggling uncontrollably. Spoiler Hide be aware, you have 3 more rounds before the laughter wears off DrassukDrassuk takes a step towards him, pulls his knife, and attempts to stab him.(1d20+1)[6](1d4)[3]Spoiler Hide I'm well aware. Just trying to get him helpless, so I can slice him up. DRASS facepalms, and remembers his gear. From his Haversack he pulls forth a Scroll of Summon Monster III. He reads it aloud and summons a Fiendish Constrictor Snake. The snake appears. Spoiler Hide What does it do? (it acts on the turn it is summoned) It attacks him with a Smite Good bite attack.(Assuming I roll it)(1d20+5)[20](1d3+4)[7]Damage, +3 if he is good. If the attack hits, it grapples him. The snake bites the man, but the profane energy seems not to harm him. His chuckles are begin inning to lessen. Spoiler Hide he's not evil. He takes 7 Smite Good. Grapple checks in order? I have no idea how Grapple works with an opponent who can't take any actions. Anyway: Grapple -(1d20+5)[24]Edit: Okay, if you don't mind, could we skip the Grapple? I mean, the Grapple rules are giving me a headache. And unless he has a ton of HP, he'll be dead pretty soon anyway. Spoiler Hide well, we can't SKIP them, but I can adjugate all the stuff at my end behind the computer screen. Just give me a grapple check every turn. You are right about him not lasting long. That's the darned thing about NPC sorcerers. So fragile. It's your turn, btw. he laughs uncontrollably for the final time. The merchant's laughter seems to die off. (Sorry for disappearing. Fell asleep on top of the computer)Grapple check:(1d20+5)[20]Damage roll:(1d30+4)[26](Sorry, reroll?) Constrict damage roll:(1d30+4)[34](Sorry, reroll?) what are those d30's? They are 1d3's with an added 0. Typos. Damage:(1d3+4)[7]Constrict:(1d3+4)[6]Edit: I assume you can cast spells into a Grapple. Hold Person on him, DC 20 Will save. The mage is squeezed by the snake, unable to resist it. Furthermore, he was unable to resist your compulsive enchantments and is helpless. He seems on the brink of death. Snake full-round action: Coup de grâce. Damage: [roll]2d3+8[roll]Drastic: full-round action: Coup de grâce. Damage:(2d4)[7] Botched Snake damage roll.(2d3+8)[12]DC 22 Fort Save or die. The mage gives one last dying gasp as the snake squeezes the life out of him. You earn 1000 XP DRASS wipes his dagger in the cloth of the dead man, and gently places it back in its sheath. He turns around, walks to the door, and locks it if possible. He then walks back to the dead man. He calmly bends over and takes whatever items the man had, including his clothes. Furthermore, he puts the items in his Haversack, along with the charm the man had given him. He then proceeds to loot everything not bolted down in the place, focusing on the charms. Everything looking even remotely magical gets taken. DRASS also tries to look for any gold that might be lying around. Gimme overnight to generate the items list. He finds 2000 gold in the house. How long is 'overnight'? It's 07:06 here. Having Detect Magic would've made this a lot easier. I forgot to buy and scribe scrolls into Spell book before looking for a job. Guess that's my next step. Drassuk takes:Everything that looks like a charm. Safes, boxes. Expensive looking items - clothes, jewelry, etc. Important looking papers. Arcane focus, arcane components worth anything, etc. When done with that, he takes everything he can from the arcane workshop. Edit: Scrolls, spell books, etc. The Haversack can carry another 120 lbs. it's 12:30 here. I will have something up by 9:00 So 8–9 hours? I can live with that. And boy did it feel good to take down a spell caster by targeting his will save. Are you heading to bed now? I have some stuff I can do regardless of loot. You find in his house: amulet of natural armor +1. Scarab of protection +1. Ring of protection +1, ring of feather falling, ring of air breathing, ring of underwater action, ring of water breathing, boots of sleepy steps, headband of vulnerability, headband of telepathy protection, silver holy symbols for 22 different religions, an insignia ring, and about 35 different "charms" of no magical value, although they detected as magical. Spoiler Hide that's right, he was selling 1 or 2 cursed items and most of his stuff was useless junk. You won't be able to break NBL that easily, but I tried to include enough to make it interesting. What about the anti-mind influencing thing I was buying? It's among the loot. Uhm. Several of the items I don't recognize. "Scarab of Protection +1" is not an item AFAIK, "Scarab of Protection" is. this is a cloak of protection knockoff (+1 to each save) Okay, let's deal with it when I can get it identified. I still have a body I need to dispose of. What did he have on him? Drassuk stands over the now naked body for a while. First, he makes sure he has not forgotten any possible loot - important papers, ingredients for the charms, a hidden safe or lockbox, etc. After that, he quietly opens the front door, walks back to the corpse, picks it up. How much does the corpse weigh? 120 lbs. Oh also, on the corpse was bracers of armor +1 DRASS pulls out his knife again, looking at the corpse. It will not fit in the Haversack like that. He slices and dices. Sorry, I really tried to avoid doing that. You have a bloody mess, now. DRASS clears out the main compartment of his Haversack, putting his loot in the two side rooms. Put BLOODY MESS in HAVERSACK slot. Drassuk casts Unseen Servant, and tells it to start cleaning up the blood on the floor. Spoiler Hide, Sorry. Net hack shoutout. He didn't have a spell book or scrolls btw? Now, to light the place on fire or not. The unseen servant cleans out the bloodstains. The building is rather closely crowded to others, it would likely catch other houses on fire as well. The BLOODY MESS fits in the sack. You found no spell books or scrolls. DRASS tries to find a quill and a piece of paper. If possible, he writes a note:"Krone, Your old friends at the Church of Rocco requires your immediate presence at our old meeting place in the countryside, due to matters best left out of this letter. We hope you will make due haste, and hope it is not too much of an incontinence. - Larry The Shield"He puts the letter in the back of the shop. He then tells his Servant to open the front door, casts Invisibility, and walks out, telling the Servant to close it behind him. So have you spoken, so has it been done. So, I just realized DRASS has nowhere to go. Drassuk heads for the Maid and the Mermaid. What about the reward at Ezekiel's? Ezekiel is an old man, and it is after sundown. Guess DRASS swings by to see if anyone is still up. His butler is. "How can I help you?" he asks. "Hello, I am DRASS, I believe Mr. Redder is expecting me." "Ah, his hired thug. Here is your reward. Can you show me proof of demise?" "Called me a thug one more time. Please." Drassuk puts his hand in the Haversack. Head. He grass the head, and throws it on the floor." There's your proof." "Very good, Mr. Thug. Here is the blood money." he tosses you a sack of gold. DRASS catches it." I have punished men for a lot less. It is only out of respect for your master I will not do the same to you. You should learn your manners, servant, and respect your superiors." "I do respect my superiors, Mr thug. You are not my superior" he slams the door shut before you can say another word. He just made DRASS's to-kill list. Along with Redder. How much is in the bag? Drassuk heads for the Maid and the Mermaid. 500 GP. Okay. DRASS still heads for the Maid and the Mermaid. The Maid is located in the City Streets. How do you handle time differences? It's evening for me, but City Streets could be afternoon to others? Well, I'm afraid that the temporal prime directive prevents me from sharing the details, but basically, time works like a MMO. Each thread is its own "instance". Time passing in one thread has little bearing on others. The city streets are time-neutral. Time doesn't really pass there. When players' threads interact, ribbon and I are careful to make time of day fit well enough. We will even create a temporary co-op thread if two people are going to team up for one mission then head their separate ways. If this confuses you, you can assume in your head that the story is zipping back and forth through time, looking at the various characters as they advance without much regard as to when each event took place. Or you can blame it on time-teleporting aliens. Take your pick Oh magic, I get it. Points for reference. I'll head to City Streets, try to get a place to sleep, then got Ezekiel's in the morning on a shopping spree in the morning. Spoiler Hide I'm still at loss as to what the different items I found do: Amulet of Natural Armor +1 Scarab of Protection +1 (?) Ring of Protection +1 Bracers of Armor +1 Ring of Feather Falling Ring of Air Breathing (?) Ring of Underwater Action (?) Ring of Underwater Breathing Boots of Sleepy Steps (?) Headband of Durability (?) Headband of Telepathy Protection (?) 22 Silver Holy Symbols Insignia Ring 35 "magical" charms. Marked the ones I have no clue what are with a (?) DRASS attempts to find a merchant who's willing to buy his acquired loot for a good price. Selling at least:Ring of Protection +1Necklace of Natural Armor +1Bracers of Armor +1Scarab of Protection +122 Silver Holy Symbols35 "Magical" Charms Ring of Underwater Breathing Ring of Feather Falling More depending on what the other items do. Spoiler Hide have you identified them in-game yet? Upon walking down Scale street, you arrive at the Bazaar, where several merchants have already set up shop. Oh, crud. No, I haven't. Drassuk attempts to find Wizards willing to cast Identify for him.11 Castings of Identify +1 on one of the "magical" charms. That's 1200 in material components alone, plus 120 gold for the castings, if going by the Goods and Services prices. Oh, and 24 hours. Edit edit: Okay, DRASS can actually take care of it himself. Is it too late to revise his spells memorized? If not, he memorized Identify 13 times, buys 13 pearls, and starts casting in his room. Spoiler Hide we can recon that he did so. DRASS buys 13 pearls for castings of Identify, then heads up to his room and casts Identify for the next 13 hours. Spoiler Hide You make me feel bad for not spoiling my IOC stuff. Identified: All the named magical items. 2 "Magical" charms. Mulet of natural armor +1- as DMG. Scarab of protection +1- amulet form of cloak of protection (+1 to all saves). Ring of protection +1- as DMG, ring of feather falling- as DMG, ring of air breathing-allows aquatic creatures to breathe air, ring of underwater action-no armor check penalty on swim, ring of water breathing-allows air breathers to breathe water, boots of sleepy steps-reduces speed by 10; looks like striding and springing, headband of vulnerability- -3 on will saves, headband of telepathy protection-absolutely no telepathic messages can be delivered or received, cannot even be perceived. Mind reading and other such effects cannot target him, silver holy symbols for 22 different religions- nonmagical symbols, an insignia ring-he was the son of a minor lord, and about 35 different "charms"- they have no actual magic- system's magic aura disguises them. DRASS heads to the magic shop and sells everything except Telepathy Protection. Spoiler Hide How much would it cost to have the items altered to a different body slot? Spoiler Hide How much would it cost to have the items altered to a different body slot? The cost of buying another copy of that one. Incidentally, the mage doing so will also give you another copy of the item in the original slot free. Sorry for being so smart about it, but I just can't justify how you morph the enchantment from one form to another. If you mean buying an item with those abilities on something other than what the printed material says they're on, the cost will either be the same or x1.5, depending on the body slot affinity. Assuming you sell all the items at the average price offered, you will make 5,551. Unfortunately, it is illegal to sell cursed items and thus the sleepy step boots and vulnerability headband could not be sold. The black market could potentially buy them, but not in broad daylight. Spoiler Hide Wait, what? That can't be right. You sell items for 50% of their worth, right? Ring of Underwater Breathing is 6000 gold. Ring of Feather Fall is 2200. Ring of Protection is 2000. Bracers of Armor is 500. Amulet of Natural Armor is 2000. That's 6350 with only half the items. Spoiler Hide uh, no, I'm not. If you would like to role-play the sales, I am willing to give you half price (assuming you are halfway decent at haggling and/or sales), but I'm trying not to break WBL and still let you have looted a merchant. (no logical in-game reason you can't). The items over 2000 GP value (1000gp made selling to merchants) were depreciated to 1000gp kickback. If you'd like to actually RP the sales, I'm willing up that to the standard values. I'll also award some more story XP to help keep NBL from being completely shot. Spoiler Hide Meh. I think that's. Thin, honestly. I can't get full price listed in the rules for my items in a major city without putting in an extra effort? Not that I mind RP'in git of course, I just think it's wrong. And why is it so bad to 'break' NBL? If I robbed a couple of banks, I'll only acquire gold equal to my WBL? So on one side, you won't agree to a rule concerning selling prices, but you will enforce the WBL rule? Spoiler Hide I find it hard to synthesize realistic wealth for most civilized situations, standard NBL guide, and pricing guides. I tried to pick the best 2 that won't break the game and retain flavor. Standard DND guidelines (50% sell-back) is far more generous than real life usually is. However, the goal of this game is to be fun for you. If you feel this is unfair, I am willing to bend one of the other 2 principles to help you have fun. Which of the 3 are you willing to lose? Spoiler Hide Realism has no place in a Damp;D game. In a world of Magic, where items never lose quality, there is no reason they should decrease in value. I don't mind tinkering with the rules at all, but it should be to help the players, not work against them. It's not like it'll ruin the game for me or the other players, that we use the standard selling price rules. Spoiler Hide you've convinced me. Feel free to look up the values of the various items (air breathing costs same as water breathing) and credit yourself with half value. I wasn't trying to work against you, I was trying to make it more immersive and believable, but if it's coming off as hostile, clearly I need to change how I do it. Spoiler Hide Not at all. I don't mind a bit of discussion - never really viewed discussions as hostile, we're just sharing opinions here! I don't think there is a listed price for Water Movement or Scarab of Protection (unless it's just a slot-swapped Cloak of Resistance). Spoiler Hide sell water movement for 2000 ring form costs 50% more than resistance cloak (I've been consistently misremembering it) well, I wasn't getting emotional about his myself, but someone else took the same tone to be hostile. Sorry for projecting his crap on you. I thought it was quite a civilized discussion myself. Spoiler Hide That's 12850 gold. Only 6850 over WBL. Someone else is reading our stuff? BLASPHEMY! And I've taken no offense whatsoever. Spoiler Hide ... assuming that you get no more money from other gaining events. Which is why I tried to limit you... 12k a haul could soon get ridiculous at your current level. Spoiler Hide I've played in a campaign where we pushed around millions of gold at ECL 6. I'll keep it under control, I promise. We can go the easy way out - most of the money will be spent on RP stuff - DRASS needs a house and protection for it. One thing DRASS needs to do first, though - get more spells on his spell-list. It's 24 hours per deciphered scroll, right? Spoiler Hide yeah, 24 hours. I'm a lot less unwilling to overshoot WBL if most of the excess goes to RP or other non-combat stuff. What I am trying to avoid is one of my pc's and one of ribbon's pc's getting into PVP combat and me breaking WBL by more than ribbon did (or, worse, two of mine and the pie has been shared unfairly) making things unfairly slanted. A good scheme to gain extra wealth should grant an advantage, true, but me simply stocking a target with a +5 swords shouldn't be a deciding factor. Spoiler Hide So the plan is: Instead of upgrading his Headband of Intelligence for more spells and higher DC's, he: Gets a place to stay, costing a few thousand gold. If Charm guy's place gets put up for sale, he'll buy it in a heartbeat. Scribes scrolls for a wider spell selection. Upgrades his Handy Haversack to a Bag of Holding. Spoiler Hide I hope that sounds as cool to you as it does to me. As to the merchant's shop, I'll have to crunch the numbers to get you a cost (based off of the 3.0 supplement Stronghold Builder's Guide, with adjusted modifiers that ribbon and I have already calculated) Spoiler Hide Compare as to who is the coolest: The guy with the biggest sword who sleeps in his cloak, OR: The guy with the smaller sword running a fully staffed mansion. I know who'd I be. But I really do love my big swords. Spoiler Hide well, I'll still let you have a good-sized sword. Just not one so big it's compensating for something. Spoiler Hide While you crunch the numbers, do you mind I sit down and choose some spells? If you could give me a rough estimate as to how much the house would cost, I'd really appreciate it. Edit: Okay, DRASS as 15999 gold. While lying low for a few days after the job, he goes to the local libraries etc. in order to find other Wizards, offering his spell book in exchange for copying spells from theirs. He is also willing to pay a small fee, should his spells not interest them. He is looking for he spells: 2nd Level: Knock Shatter Detect Thoughts Ray of Stupidity 3rd Level: Dispel Magic Gaseous Form Haste Halt Major Image Nondetection Ray of Exhaustion Slow If he cannot find anyone to copy those spells from, he will buy scrolls for the spells and attempt to copy them from there instead. Spoiler Hide And Spell craft checks for copying the spells: DC 17: Knock (1d20+15)[24] Shatter (1d20+15)[17] Detect Thoughts (1d20+15)[28] Ray of Stupidity (1d20+15)[31] DC 18: Dispel Magic (1d20+15)[35] Gaseous Form (1d20+15)[18] Haste (1d20+15)[33] Halt (1d20+15)[31] Major Image (1d20+15)[35] Nondetection (1d20+15)[29] Ray of Exhaustion (1d20+15)[32] Slow (1d20+15)[30] Wizards who are not a member of the magic guild are required to learn no new spells from guild members' tomes. Fortunately, there are quite a few scabs hanging out at the local libraries. You find the requested spells in exchange for your own. On an unrelated note, you also notice in that span of time that the house of your first target is being sold by his family for 15,198 gold, 7 silver, and 5 copper. Cash preferred, no questions asked. Spoiler Hide 15000? For a 2-story shop? Not going to happen. I'll stick to my 5 gold a' night room if prices on housing is that high. Spoiler Hide well, housing is kinda expensive in the merchant's quarter. However, that cost is so high primarily because it's also a fancy shop in addition to a basic house. You could buy housing from the Old Town for quite a lot less. You don't have to give up on being a homeowner if you want. The pricing on this housing will pay for itself in about 2.5 years of in-game time. Spoiler Hide Oh I still want to be a homeowner - 15 thousand gold for something that'll probably only be used for resting and eating is a bit much, though. How much would a two-story house in Old Town be? Spoiler Hide well, about 3x the cost of a 1-story, and probably about 1000-3000 gold DRASS goes home shopping for a 2-story house in Old Town, prepared to spend roughly 2500 gold on a good quality house with a decent location. Spoiler Hide A few rolls in the next post Spoiler Hide If he finds a proper house, he tries to remember any details worth noting of the house, and inspects the house himself. Knowledge: Local (1d20+15)[24] Knowledge: Architecture(1d20+13)[21] And tries to gather some info on the street concerning the house. Gather Information: (1d20+1)[15] Spoiler Hide well, give me a while to rejuvenate my creativity. Three other character threads are about to coincide for a bit, and a fourth is in a delicate negotiation. My creative juices are running dry. I have to eat first. Spoiler Hide Sure I don't mind. I'm in team Nonpan as well, so I know about the War forged and stuff. Spoiler Hide that's right. Hammer is your bodyguard, he's the one who is staying with corner. I think I'll just combine everyone into a combined thread for this encounter. Link forthcoming. Spoiler Hide Hammer?! It's Cannonball. Much offense taken! Spoiler Hide, sorry. I got you and the other war forged bodyguard who just recently got hired to defend a merchant mixed up. The two who both use a two-handed weapon to defend their boss and were hired primarily because they are 'forged. I'm terrible with names when I don't look them up and was going off of memory. Originally Posted by Shadow leaf DRASS goes home shopping for a 2-story house in Old Town, prepared to spend roughly 2500 gold on a good quality house with a decent location. Spoiler Hide A few rolls in the next post you find a salesman who is willing to help you find the best price and will do all the house hunting for you, he asks only 100 GP for his services. Assuming you pay him, he asks, "So, a two-story house, eh? What do want in it, specifically? All sorts of things can be done with a standard 50' plot and a two-story stack." "I have floor plans. Keep to them as close as you can." Spoiler Hide "Oh, I do approve of your tastes, and it seems quite functional and elegant, but I am afraid that such a plan is simply unattainable for your asking price. The simple costs of all of it run at least 4,000 gold, which doesn't include the labor or taxes. It can be had for 8,000 or so, and I will do my utmost to keep the price as low as possible. Now then, for a simple bedroom-living room-study one-story arrangement we could easily make this work at your asking price, but I have to be realistic with you; what you want cannot be had for 2,500 gold." Spoiler Hide I'm afraid that this is just simply the cost of things here. Exact figures when we finalize a design. By the magical luck of storytelling, your dream home (or at least the compromise you come down to) will be for sale. Don't worry about all of your money going into this, I will replenish your coffers. No one will be punished for RP expenses. You will at least get WBL no matter what. I promise. My dm'ING money weakness is being too generous, not too stingy. "I do not make compromises. I know what I want, and you are going to get it for me. Write up a proper budget with estimated costs, and we will look it over. I am prepared to spend more." Spoiler Hide Deducted ink cost from currency blog. Something struck me though - DRASS has a familiar, but, you know, his whole sly-bastard-I-work-alone-and-am-grumpy doesn't really work if there's a kitty cat on the floor. DRASS is already pretty powerful as it is, but could we find a trade for his Summon Familiar class ability? The only one I can recall AFB is Immediate Magic or something, which requires you to be a specialist. Spoiler Hide the XP threat of losing the familiar is considered a balanced tradeoff. You can simply choose to not have one, but I'm not going to give you a house rule trade out. Like you said, you are pretty powerful and I don't think you really need it. If you can find an official trade for your familiar, I'll allow that. A kitty or hawk following you around isn't your character, no. "Well, you can buy in the Old Town where the land is cheapest, except for the dock slums, but youdon'want to live with those cutthroats. There is a very nice view from this historic part of town, and even a few house-run museums of some of the more colorful parts of the town's history. I estimate that what you want can be had for just about 7,100 gold, including a slight fee of about 20 gold for my services. This is in addition to your 100 gold you have already paid, since I am helping you to get a rather special and exclusive deal. That would be the entire house, title, and deed. My services will have been paid in full. I can have everything ready for you to sign and pay the day after tomorrow." Spoiler Hide that's simply in-game time, wherein you can do another job real quick if you want, or we can skip straight to the house buying. "Tell me, do you know much about the criminals in the docks? Are they organized, or are they just concentrated there? And yes, that sounds agreeable. What title would go with such a house?" "Well, none. It's just a house, but I guess that would make you a landed freeman, so you call yourself Freeman if you so wish. It does give you the right to attend city council meetings, but they don't have any real power in the city. They mostly just keep up the sewers and such."" As to the criminals in the docks, I don't associate much with them myself, but I assume that some crime lord or another runs things down there, but it looks a little too chaotic for any one boss to run all of it." "Fair enough, just asking. Put together the budget, try to keep it below, say, 7500, if possible." Spoiler Hide Can I be named Gordon too, then? Freeman DRASS sounds stupid. The only Acts I could find were Wizard of the Sun and Moon (while totally Lulu, is nowhere near what I imagine DRASS to be), and the specialists-get-cool-stuff. Edit: Okay, how about this: Enchanters with the UA ACF for Wizards get a cohort at level 6 instead of a familiar. Can I trade my familiar for a butler, who is totally useless, but keeps my house clean, cooks my food and shuts up about my business? It's fluffy, it's not powered, and it's totally awesome. And it's that or Polymorphing my familiar into a butler. "As you wish." He leaves to get the current arrangements made. Spoiler Hide if you want to officially change your name, that's only 10 gold and filing some papers down at clerk's office. Any landed freeman can do so. Of course, there is no cost associated with nicknames. Oh, and I LIKE the butler thing. Yes, you can have it. The salesman comes back the day after tomorrow to the appointed meeting place, with a deed in hand, previous owner at his side, and a witness in tow. "If you would like a tour of the place first, please feel free." the owner says. "Do I look dumb? Of course, I want to see the place first." "No offense intended. It is merely that many savvy homeowners have already toured the place ahead of time and scoped it out themselves. Since you are a newcomer to the business and working through an intermediary, I did you the courtesy of asking if you had already done so or not." You are taken through a tour of the house, and it seems to be exactly what you were looking for, with a ssecond0story window in the study with a beautiful view of the city." As a safety precaution, it is customary for a new homeowner to install new locks in the doors and windows, since one can never be sure that the previous owners do not have a copy of a key or two hidden away or "lost". We took the courtesy of removing the locks already so that you need merely pay for your new ones." "Yes of course. I plan on protecting the place with every spell imaginable as well. No one is going to rob me, that is sure." Spoiler Hide Inspecting for water damage, making sure it's 'up to code' and whatever, etc. stuff. Knowledge: Architecture (1d20+13)[29] To the best of your knowledge, it has been well taken care of. DRASS signs the deed, buys furniture, and picks up a butler. Spoiler Hide . And Shadow leaf heads to bed. Sorry, but I really have to. The Butler is of course named James, preferably has a class level or two just for the heck of it (a Beguiler Butler would be so awesome) He cooks, cleans, lives somewhere else, and simply wipes up the blood should DRASS drag a corpse home - as in, no questions asked. Everything goes as you wished it to Spoiler Hide don't worry about it. Like death and taxes, sleep eventually comes for us all. Spoiler Hide So now DRASS owns a house which is being furniture by his butler James The Beguiler. Great. What's the total cost of the house, the furniture, and Whim Chimp the Real Estate Agent's services? 7,300 gold was spent to make this new home exactly as you wished it to despoiler Hide 7,087.5 for the house itself, the agent charged the amount for his services necessary to bump this up to an even 7,200 (including his 100g upfront cost). Your butler spent another 100 gold on new locks for the outside doors and the furniture you want. Gotta go to bed myself, now. Insomnia the night before a test sucks Happy with his new house and James, DRASS prepares new spells for work, then head to Ezekiel's Supplies. Oh, and picks up a Long sword on the way, if possible. "Welcome back, my boy. What can I do for you today? If you're looking for work, I think I know of another target you can take care of for me." "Hello again, Mr Redder. I would be glad to. Help out. One of you employees need to learn his place, though. I take great pride in my work, I am a perfectionist when it comes to do what I do - as I said the first time my met, it is my strongest talent. I am no simple thug, as your employee suggested." "Do forgive Mr. Pennyworth. He is a very reliable and efficient butler, but he can be rather stuffy about modern business practices. I will tell him to be civil in the future. Don't expect him to like you, but he should be polite at least. I promise you, Ivalue your services highly. If you feel that you can handle it, your next target's head is worth 1500 gold to me." "I do not care for him liking or not - he should just know his place as a servant, and know respect. What are the details for this job?" "I would just like to note that Mr. Pennyworth may be a servant, but he has had the implicit trust of running my family's household for three generations. It wouldn't demean you to give him a modicum of respect as well."" As for your new assignment, I have heard that Mr. Corner is opening a talk with Oskar Harlan of the mage's guild. I cannot allow him to gain an ally among the mages. Dispose of him." "A Mage? Of what power?" "He is no more powerful than your last target, but he has quite a few more resources than your last target, and keeps a bodyguard on retainer. He is also more cagey and does not invite strangers into his home late at night." DRASS smiles." Oh, you heard about that? Whatever gets the job done. Where does he live?" "Yes indeed. Whatever gets it done. His house is the one at the inner corner of Doris's bend. His shop is located just outside of Brass square." "Does his bodyguard accompany him to work?" "Everywhere. He even watches over him in the same room as he sleeps" "His bodyguard does not require sleep? That complicate things. Do you know anything else about this bodyguard?" "Well, it's not that his bodyguard doesn'sleep. It's just that he always seems to wake up whenever anyone unfriendly to his client approaches the room. He's a human, by all appearances, but there is something odd about him. No one ever sees him eat or drink. And heneversmiles." "Hm. That could be any number of things. Any word on his combat abilities?" "He normally shoots lightning from his hands." DRASS tries to recall if he knows anything that might shoot lightning from its hands, while still appearing to be human. Spoiler Hide Knowledge: Arcane I guess (1d20+19)[24] Spoiler Hide very likely either a magic-user who has silenced his spells or a prion of some sort. That seems to be the most likely. Anything else would be incredibly rare, and your readings did not mention it in detail. "I will need time to purchase a few things, and complete my battle plan. Expect it done within 3 days." Drassuk leaves. Spoiler Hide Righto. Need to memorize some other spells. If I had only gone full cheese mode, this wouldn't be hard. Let's see. 1st Level: Charm Person Ray of Enfeeblement three times Magic Missile twice Second Level: Hideous Laughter Glitter dust Invisibility Ray of Stupidity twice Third Level: Suggestion Hold Person Dispel Magic I also need to pick up a Scroll of Silence. Drassuk is in the streets just outside his employer's shop. Spoiler Hide get as cheesy as you wish. I'll keep ratcheting up the diff a little bit at a time. DRASS goes home, rests, and gets ready for tomorrow evening. Spoiler Hide I'd rather not. Nerve skitter is taking things a bit too far, in my opinion. DRASS rests to be able to prepare a new spell list. I think he has everything he needs. Oh yea, did he find a place to buy a long sword? Spoiler Hide of course he does. There are literally dozens of merchants, any of whom can get him anything from a simple common iron long sword to an adamantine long sword that is +3 and holy. With an upper GP limit of say 100,000 GP you just have to say "my character buys x" and I can assume that he finds it. Spoiler Hide That'll help coup de grâce damage a little bit. Anyway, rest, and if DRASS knows where the guy lives, he goes there after sundown. You approach his house as the sun sets. It is an elaborate two-story construction, with a sense of dignified age and respect. Since the current owner is not of noble blood, you must conclude that he purchased it from a noble family who could no longer afford to keep it. Spoiler Hide Ugh. I hate to do this mid-action, but we'll have to pick up in roughly 15+ hours time. I have a big exam in 14 hours, and I need to go sleep. Sorry. Spoiler Hide no problem. Rl comes first. DRASS has come up with a choice of actions. First, he invokes an Invisibility spell, then a Gaseous Form spell. Then he floats up to the upper floor and tries to find a window he can seep through. The windows are not airtight. Then he seeps through the crack. Inside his bedroom is his bed and a nightstand. You almost miss noticing his bodyguard in the corner. He snaps awake and says, "Who is out there? I can sense you, and know that you mean my client or me harm. Surrender and you will die quickly." Spoiler Hide Man, he's hardcore. Picks up an invisible almost soundless being entering the room? This might be tough. Also, could I get a description of the place? Size, etc. How does the bodyguard look, where is the bed, all that jazz. Spoiler Hide he doesn't know where you are, just that you are within 30 feet of him. The bodyguard is human, about 5'9, has tattoos all over his body and what appear to be crystals embedded all over his body. You can see at least 5. The room is 20x20, the door is on the far wall, flush with the left wall. The bed is lengthwise along the right wall, head facing the wall you just oozed out of. The bodyguard is in the corner of the far wall and the right wall. Do you need more of a description than that? I'm happy to give it, it's just that I don't plan these details out ahead of time, so I flesh it out as I go based off of the outline already established in my head. I already know the gist of it, but I don't have a full description pre-written out. That's part of how I manage to post as reliably as I do. Spoiler Hide Spell craft and/or knowledge arcane to have a better idea of what I am fighting. Assuming I can decider the tattoos and/or use of crystals. Knowledge: Arcane (1d20+19)[37] Spell craft: (1d20+15)[25] Spoiler Hide he has all the hallmarks of a prion who uses embedded crystals and psionic tattoos. Oh, and side effect: you recognize that he is using the power of detect hostile intent, likely something that he did as soon as his alarm went off upon any living creature entering the room. He seems rather better-prepared than your last target was, although his boss is still soundly asleep and he can't actually see you. Never fought a Prion before. This should be interesting. Hoping to catch him off guard with a frontal attack, DRASS dismisses his Gaseous Form spell, and tries to catch the Prion with a Suggestion spell - DRASS says calmly "Sit down, shut up and close your eyes until I tell you otherwise." Spoiler Hide DC 21, as always. Spoiler Hide And initiative, I assume. (1d20)[18] he sits down and shuts up. As his eyes close, a smug smile spreads across his face. A glowing nimbus around him appears, and he seems to shrink in half. Spoiler Hide Spell craft: (1d20+15)[20] Ray of Enfeeblement.(1d20+3)[22]Strength damage:(1d20+3)[13]Edit: Botched roll. Reroll or go with 1+3? Spoiler Hide If you want reroll: (1d6+3)[6] Strength damage. You sap the man's strength, at which he silently chuckles to himself, and a thin ray of electricity shoots from one of his hands. It strikes you square in the chest for(6d6)[24]damage. DRASS falls to the floor. Spoiler Hide At -2. So uhm. 24 damage with closed eyes, no saving throw or anything? Righto. Spoiler Hide oops. Forgot you had him close his eyes. There was an attack roll. He fails the miss chance the electric ray misses you wildly as he is aiming blind. Spoiler Hide This is why I hate DMs doing secret rolling. You could've simply said that in order to not have me lose my character, or you could be honest. Anyway. Spell craft 20 didn't identify his shrink power? This is a worth adversary. Time to go all out. Drassuk conjures up another spell. Hold Person. Spoiler Hide Will DC 20 Spoiler Hide well, in my defense, I did report things honestly. If one electric ray kills you, it kills you. I had honestly forgotten that his eyes were closed by the suggestion and the miss chance honestly failed. At this point, if your low-hp guy dies, he dies. He seems to be shaking in absolute laughter. Your hold person had no effect. He aims another blind electric ray from his hand for your benefit, the miss chance will be rolled openly. I'm still doing the attack roll secretly.(1d100)[60]low 50 is a miss. DRASS moves to the nearest cover within range - preferably behind the bed. He then lets off a Ray of Enfeeblement.(1d20+3)[14](1d6+3)[4] Spoiler Hide I am very sorry. He rolled a natural 20 and then a 16 for the roll, not including the modifier, which is a positive number and overcomes your touch ac. I bear you no ill will, but he deals (12d6)[52] damage on his CRT. I swear to you, it was a (un)lucky die roll. If you feel that my die rolling policy is unfair, you are welcome to have ribbon dm your next guy. I am very sorry that this outcome supports the hypothesis that I am not actually rolling dice but merely picking numbers, but I feel it is important that I follow the die rolls honestly. The bodyguard's electric ray hits you square in the face, frying your brain. Spoiler Hide the bodyguard was a 6th level elan prion who used compression (learned off of his 3rd level expanded knowledge feat) and energy ray, modified to 6d6. He is an aberration, not a humanoid, and either a knowledge (psionic) or (dungeoneering) check would be required to identify it as not human, since their appearance is almost identical to humans. I'm afraid that psionic are a purely mental action, so having him sit on his hands wouldn't help. Once again, I want you to know that there are no hard feelings on my end and I quite enjoyed dm'ING your guy and am truly sorry that he got unlucky. I'm tempted even now to ignore what I rolled and have him have rolled a 1 or something to spare your guy. I'd love to dm your next guy, but will understand if you do not trust me. It's fine, no hard feelings. I just need to beef up my characters in order to survive this. I'll be rolling up a new one soon is. Furthermore, I'd be glad if you wanted to DM, thanks! I was very worried that one of my favorite players may have been alienated by secret die rolls that just so happened to look like I was picking on him. And, just to be brutally honest, this prion is not nearly as dangerous as either of the two full manifested on metasynapse or the prion on nonpan. And there are at least 2 characters that can see through invisibility. And more of the other pc's aren't humanoids than are. All that said, I liked your character and thought he was a solid tier 3, very useful in the right situation, practically unbeatable against the right opponents, but mediocre in other things. Many of the pc's are tier 1 or 2, although Rio and I are trying to limit the power curve that there are no inherently broken tier zero's. I tried to give him a Schick - the whole Enchantment/infiltration route. Disguise Self, Suggestion, Invisibility, Knock etc. It's on purpose I've given him Mind Influencing spells, seeing as DRASS sought to dominate/ascend the human mind. Taking the strong will of others and then crushing it appealed to him. Edit: If I conjure up another Assassin, what power level should I then aim for? Well, if you want to solo in this city, aim for a solid tier 1. Anything less, and youwillget ranked by someone eventually. If you get a good enough build, bodyguard teams generally gain XP slower than solo assassins. Get a few levels on a bodyguard team, and i;ll even pit you against them. Bah. There's no fun in playing a straight tier 1 character, in my opinion. Maybe you guys should consider gestalt. I think it'd help a lot for those soloing. Bring it up with ribbon. I'm cool with whatever the pc's want.

avb- Drassuk|rating:3.0

Vows (Tyrhung and Chantal)

("You may rise... Sir An sweller." The words echoed in his mind, uttered by the lord over a decade ago but to Constantine An sweller, it seemed as though they had been only yesterday. His family had migrated from the Caucasus Mountains when he was merely a child, fleeing an oppressive lord in a daring move that most were too faint-hearted to attempt, and one the lord, now all but forgotten to Constantine, would no longer perceive efficient to pursue. They had been safe in the Briton's lands, his family's wealth having purchased what goodwill the hearts of mankind would not allow them to earn. His father had become a consort of the lord of Summer, first introducing himself with the cunning of strong drink brewed in the cellars of their once-home by the mountains, and cementing his bond with his knowledge of architecture and engineering. The advanced methods of construction would permit Summer's growing populace to make more effective use of what potable land there was in the Welsh moors, and the Caucasians' arrival came to eventually be celebrated by the people of Summer. It was not forgotten, however, that they were foreigners, and no matter what the lord felt for Constantine's family, there were those in his court and land who did not share his warm sentiments. Constantine, even as a boy, had vowed to change their mind by showing them that he and his entire family were nothing short of perfect. He trained to fight every evening with a stick in the woods, after the sun had gone down, and he could no longer help his father with the scholarly aspects of architecture, or the manual components of building. It was not until he neared his coming of age that he would wield an actual sword, when a Saxon raiding party sought to strike their village by surprise while many of the knights were out investigating reports of enemy forces nearby. The raid was repelled with minimal loss, but had it not been for Constantine's intervention when a pair of Saxon scouts set upon the lord's wife and infant daughter, the brutes would have held a weighty ransom over the lord. Since that day, he had entered into service as a squire, and years later was granted land and title for loyal service and prowess in battle. His father had passed away three winters after Constantine's knighting, and his mother a fortnight later. It was said that his father hadn't died, so much as he had simply been called to Heaven as a reward for achieving everything God would have him do in life, and that the only reason his mother hadn't passed on that very day was because she knew he'd want to know all the outrageous stories everyone told about him after his death. Although the majority of his time was spent in scholarly and martial pursuits, Constantine courted a woman of stature for some years in order to keep up appearances that some day he would wed. It would not do to go on without an heir, but he was less than impressed with the availability and mannerisms of eligible women in the Britons' lands. It was on certain lonely nights he would look out of the window of his bedroom and realize that no matter how much the lord and his people came to accept him... he would always be foreign here." Sir Knight! A crime, I say, a crime is being done here!" Sir An sweller turned around, glaring grimly at the speaker of the words. They were playful and mocking, and flowed from the laughing mouth of Sir Gregory Faith, a fellow knight of Summer. He and Gregory had been friends, of a sort, but Gregory had always been doubly talkative, and twice again as lighthearted." There is a man standing before me who has not had wine this evening!" Gregory continued, laughing. His tabard shifted a little as his step faltered slightly, ascending the battlements outside the keep to stand beside his friend." Methinks you've downed enough for half the barracks, Sir Faith," Constantine replied disdainfully. Gregory snorted a scoffing laugh, extending a silver chalice to Constantine, deep red wine trembling at its brim. "Well itcertainlywasn't the halfyouwere in. Come, come, we don't need you up here keeping watch over the tanner's backyard; those animals are dead already. Why don't you come inside with the rest of us... they've brought out a second boar, and I heard the visiting duchess' daughter has been looking for Youku~""I heard her moaning in the stables with the guardsman Robert and his brother," Constantine murmured absently. Gregory made a clucking noise and turned away disappointed. "Ohh, she was a whore's whore anyway, never matter. But it's his lordship that would truly wish to see you, anyway. After all, you're almost like a nephew to him." Gregory jostled his arm with his shoulder before leaning against the keep's battlements to relax a little and sip the chalice. "You know... Constantine... you really should drink once in a while. It's... very nice, and women look so much prettier when you're drunken."" Abstinence before battle is essential to victory," Constantine said, almost spitefully, before glaring unkindly at Gregory. Gregory laughed quietly before shaking his head, his long, curly blond locks bobbing slightly in the moonlight. "But you don't even know when battle is going to occur!" Konstantine narrowed his eyes at Gregory. "My point... precisely... Sir knight." Slapping the battlement dully with his gloved hand, Gregory laughed. "Ohh, heavens. Just cut off the jester's head and be done with it. You're entirely too funny." He pushed himself to stand on his own and wandered back towards the keep. "You know, at least step inside to say hello to Eli, or something..."" She is betrothed," Constantine said quickly." Youuu seem quite perceptive of such a thing, Constantine," Gregory teased. "But that doesn't mean you can't say hello to her, or her father and mother, hmm?" He ducked back inside, and was gone. Konstantine stared in the direction Gregory had gone for some time. It was true that he had secretly admired the lord's daughter Elaine since her flowering into a young lady. She was unlike other women; strong-hearted, willful, and unafraid to speak her mind. He was unsure who had thought to call her Eli, a man's name, but it was true that she was bolder than many a man Constantine had known. He thought it was ironic, even tempting himself with notions of destiny, that he should be the one to come to her rescue when she was merely a baby - perhaps even too young to remember it. Furthermore, he was just a boy, himself, at the time, but his ferocity, and that he had taken the Saxons by surprise had won him the day. The first sword he'd ever brought to bear, and it was the Saxon's own as he disarmed him with his sturdy, club-like stick and turned it upon the man. For the first time that day, Constantine smiled slightly, remembering the look on her ladyship's face after the quick but brutal fight. Perhaps he should go back inside, as Gregory suggested, and stop feeling so distant... like he often did. He stepped back inside the keep, and descended the stairs to return to the main hall, where merriment was in full swing. There was music, and dancing, and laughing, and drinking, and eating - and all of it in excess. It had been a good year for Summer, and they were celebrating their bounty, even to the point of giving a double portion to the common folk of the town. Yet, as he scanned the room, briefly settling his eyes upon Elaine, and then her father from some distance away, he could not shake the feeling that aught was awry. The strangest placebo look for grace Going where the vices dwells it sublimer just a crime? Sometimes it’s hard to tell A little wrong can set things right and darkness can shed some light little death can bring some life Just like love can cut like a knife drop of blood dissolves the mud and washes away the pain“Play a dancing tune! Not this nonsense.” One of the feasting men yelled at the bard. Many others applauded, they had enough of eating for now. It was a high time to grab some girls and dance! Bard, a man in his forties, who hadn’t eaten yet, with great regret observed bowls of meat and bread disappearing from the tables. He knew he would be the last allowed to eat, so he hoped there was more food hidden in the kitchen. He nodded to his apprentice and they played a lively melody. Long ago he had learned to not sing when people were dancing, no one would hear him anyway, and only a loud instrument could break through the noise made by dancers.(smiled at a young man offering her to join dancing people, but she refused. In truth, she would love to dance, but she was responsible to keep the Duchess Dryden entertained. Elaine's brother was supposed to entertain duchess' daughter, but they both disappeared somewhere long time ago. Obviously it was a great honor for such a young woman like her, but to Elaine's disappointment all what interested the duchess were gossips and men greeting her repeatedly. Elaine hoped to learn how to deal with unrest among people during wartimes - she thought the duchess traveled to raise the morale of people, but it turned out she and her daughter simply escaped to the west from Saxons plundering their lands." Why do they call you Eli?" The duchess asked, chuckling, after hearing this name again from another young man asking the girl for a dance. Elaine bushed, she didn't like this name, but she was used to it enough to not pay attention to it... until someone made fun of it. It implied she wasn't girlish enough, to her irritation. A true lady would never have such a thing insinuated. In truth Elaine was a petite, not too tall young woman with definitely feminine figure." I don't know." Elaine answered, even though she suspected what was the reason. Once, when she was much younger, she criticized her father's knight for his wrong behavior, not being aware of humiliating him at the same time. If she was someone else, she would probably get slapped, but the man didn't dare to touch lord's young daughter. Everyone turned it into a joke, as she was more a child than a young woman then, but apparently no one forgot about it.“Ah, sir An sweller!” Elaine’s father, Cadillac the lord of Summer, called loudly, making sure he would be heard by the knight in the distance, despite the laughs and other noises of the feast.“Who is that man? He looks different.” The older duchess asked Elaine curiously, the notes of disapproval sounded in her voice. “He is a foreign.” Elaine glanced at the man, who slowly tried to find his way through the crowd, “He is not,” She answered shortly, pushing away from the face a stubborn, brown lock of her hair, which was constantly escaping the tie on her neck. “ Not anymore.” The stupidity of some people annoyed her sometimes. Elaine never really liked Constantine, or sir An sweller, actually. Maybe her attitude would be different if not her parents' behavior. Her mother, lady Signee, admired him uncritically. Recently she repeated they had to find him a good wife, who would care for him like he deserved, as if he was not able to find a bride on his own! Elaine winced slightly, remembering how badly she had been scolded by her parents once, after replying bluntly that she was not going to run around and ask all the girls if they wanted to marry Constantine. Also, her father was very found of this man, since he had saved his family. Elaine respected Sir Answer, but it didn’t mean she had to like him. However, her antipathy was nothing comparing to her older brother’s hatred. She couldn’t blame him - both men were almost at the same age, but it was Constantine, who was better in fight, had more self-control and more respect of her father. Sometimes Elaine suspected her brother tried to stir up reluctance to Sir An sweller among father’s men, but she wasn’t certain. Bran would never let their father find out about his true feelings.“He looks foreign, thus he will remain foreign forever.” The duchess replied lightly, not noticing a sparkle of anger in Elaine’s amber eyes.“He is an excellent warrior.” Elaine said distinctly. Constantine was her father’s man and the duchess had no right to criticize him. “And a noble man.”“I have no doubts, otherwise he wouldn’t be here.” Lady Dryden smiled leniently. “But no respectable woman will marry him.”“Why not?” Elaine was irritated by both, words and the haughty duchess’ tone, with which she had to deal the whole evening.“Would you marry him, my child?”“I am betrothed already.” Elaine replied quickly, too quickly. The duchess laughed.“Sir An sweller,” lord Cadillac welcomed the man. Elaine reached for her chalice to conceal her embarrassed, hoping Constantine didn’t realize she was talking about him with the duchess, although the curious look of the older woman could imply this.“You are one of my best men,” lord of Summer continued. He was old, but there was still enough strength in his arms to wield the sword and enough brightness in his mind to lead armies against Saxons. “I would be proud to have a son of your demeanor and combat skills. You are the fearless warrior. I can only wish Bran would be like you one day.” He smiled, before continuing. “I have a request for you. As you know my daughter Elaine is going to marry a son of lord Cardigan. I intend to send her there in a month along with lady Signee for the ceremony. I want you to escort them to Cardigan castle. They are the greatest treasures I have, they need the best protection I can give them. While we will keep Saxons away from our lands, the roads should be safe.“But father!” Elaine almost stood up, reacting impulsively. She expected her whole family attend the ceremony and now, instead of her father and brother, this knight was going with her!“Don’t worry, Eli, Constantine will keep you company and obviously will take more people to escort you. You will be safe.” Father put his hand on her shoulder in a reassuring gesture, reading her anxiety wrongly.“I don’t want…!” Elaine went silent suddenly and lowered her eyes, scolding herself. She shouldn’t undermine father’s decision in public. Also, it was not the time to explain him she wanted her whole family supporting her in this important day. She was scared, she didn’t know her future husband and the castle was so far that probably the day of her marriage would be the last day of seeing her family together for next few years. “Yes, father.” Perhaps the lord sensed the unexplainable, ill omen in the air, lurking just beneath the thickly-painted mirth within the room. Constantine waited until Cadillac had finished speaking and reassured his daughter. It was just like Elaine to make some kind of outburst like that. He'd known Cadillac to be far kindlier than any lord his family had ever lived alongside; his family had been a sort of lesser nobility back by the Caucasus, and the stories his father had told of the lords thereabout did not suggest any of them were the half as patient as Cadillac was with his daughter. He glanced briefly to Elaine after she had brought herself to consent to her father's wishes, but the look lingered a little longer than perhaps it should have." It is my honor," he said, turning his gaze back to Cadillac, "to be of such important service to your lordship. Your family has shown mine nothing but kindness for as long as any can remember. When the time is right, I will be ready." Truly, Constantine could have very well left this instant if it was required, and given the way the duchess' eyes were set upon him, may have preferred it that way. He thought, without returning her stare, to perhaps ask her for a dance for the sole purpose of placing her in a socially awkward position... but part of him feared she might turn the tables about and accept his offer. While the duchess was not an altogether unpleasant woman, she was haughty and disdainful, and Constantine wished not to suffer her presence. He felt a small degree of pity for Elaine, who looked as though she'd suffered the duchess quite enough tonight. An idea began to form in his mind as he considered her plight. He turned to Elaine slightly, and took a step towards her, attempting to appear quite serious. In truth, however, he was quite amused with either of the potential outcomes he could predict. "If we are to travel together, dear Elaine, it would seem fitting that the first of many steps begin in dance." He extended his hand to her, palm up, ready to lead her to the floor. He thought for a moment how soft and unblemished her hands were compared to his, painted in callouses and scars over knuckles and fingertips. Raising an eyebrow to her, he asked quietly, "Shall we?" The duchess, who had been fanning herself daintily, stopped in mid-wave and stared, her mouth agape. "If we are to travel together, dear Elaine, it would seem fitting that the first of many steps begin in dance." Elaine, doing her best to ignore Constantine’s presence, was taken aback by his question. Almost startled she looked at him. She had no idea how to refuse him in this situation. Certainly she couldn’t accept his invite after she refused others before him. It would mean she favored him! On the other side after such an introduction refusing him would be a gesture of bad will. Elaine looked at her mother for some help, but she only smiled in return.“Shall we?” He sounded impatient. Elaine glanced at the duchess, who gazed at the man, clearly amazed by his forwardness. Suddenly Elaine thought she would love to take the starch out of this woman. Enemy of my enemy is my ally, Elaine thought and smiled to Constantine, “With pleasure.” She felt his firm hold on her hand and hurried after him to the dance floor, not giving the duchess a single look. After just a few dancing steps Elaine regretted her decision. Although she didn’t find sir An sweller disgusting - he was a man of austere beauty, like many warriors, but his facial features didn’t lack harmony - and he didn’t smell unpleasantly with alcohol, but with leather, fresh night air and a bit of smoke from the fires outside, she didn’t enjoy his close presence. Thus, her body was stiff under his touch and her eyes escaped his. However after some time, surrounded by smiled and laughing people, Elaine relaxed and lost herself in the joyful dance. She kept smiling happily, spinning in the knight’s arms, allowing him to lead her, enjoying the dance. She blushed when the tempo of the melody increased, challenging dancers to keep up - it was a known game. The bard was playing faster and faster, the rhythm was increasing, forcing people to dance quicker and quicker. Eventually, with many others, Elaine gave up, unable to move legs fast enough, laughing aloud, sitting on a bench, tired. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide“Thank you.” Elaine nodded to Constantine with a smile, when she managed to catch her breath, not moving away from him this time. “I think I should go back to the duchess.” Elaine looked around, but she couldn’t see her, nor her daughter. The duchess was gone.“Some water, my lady?” A servant girl approached the couple, offering two mugs of water. Elaine smiled, took one and excused herself, quickly disappearing in the crowd afterward, not liking the looks the people around were giving to them. The girl, Lisa, didn’t pay much attention to lady Elaine, she kept glancing shyly at the knight with sympathy. “Water, Sir Knight?” Some time ago involuntary he had saved her from a very unpleasant situation, by walking into a room where a couple of drunk men had wanted to take her, crying, away. She had freed herself, hurrying to fulfil Sir An sweller’s wish. Lisa didn’t even know if he remembered it, but she would never forget. Constantine's lips moved into a little smile when Elaine took his hand. Perhaps wishing to chafe against the duchess' sense of what is proper was a less than pure motive, but it was one that he seemed to share with Elaine. He sensed that, to some degree, Elaine had not wished to dance with him - even as they began to do so on the floor - but whatever reluctance there had been begun to melt away into liveliness and mirth. She was a clever dancer as well, and had it not been for the fact that he maintained the regime of fitness that he did, he would not have been able to keep up with her before she gave up and settled onto the bench. He could not help but grin and laugh with her, as the playfulness of the dance was a thing of much glee any time this kind of game was played. He was glad that she had been the first to break away and sit; had she not, he surely would have tripped over his own feet before long! He'd become quite aware of the disproving looks he and Elaine had garnered even before they'd ended the dance, as they were one of the last ten or so couples on the floor. Furthermore, he felt some degree of sympathy for Elaine, not having wished to create an awkward social situation for her, but alas - she'd only a month to deal with such nonsense, did she not? And forever after, she would be able to remember the look on that duchess' face! Then, before he could even say anything else to Elaine, she was gone. His grin faded a little, but he smiled graciously to the strangely familiar-looking servant girl." Thank you, milady," he said, just over the revelry's din. "So attentive. Lord Cadillac is fortunate to have such a servant in his castle." He looked at her for a moment longer as he took a drink from the mug of water, breathing heavily from the dance. It occurred to him that he'd helped her from a dreadful situation some time ago... although his attention had been focused more on the pair of fleeing men than it had been on her, at the time. Draining his mug of the last of the water, he decided it would be best to leave the room so that people could talk about him behind his back as they wished. He handed the mug to the servant girl and smiled, and then was off. It was late into the night, well after the festivities had ceased, and all the town was asleep. Even the guests at the keep had retired to the rooms afforded them; only the guards on the parapets remained alert, watching for the neighboring Saxon menace. Would that the guard on the keep's corner had turned his head but a moment later; he might have seen the glinting of the arrowhead before it shot out from the bushes, and caught him in the exposed side of his neck. He might have been able to alert his fellows, but instead he fell from the parapet, dead. A raiding party, clad in furs and mounted on horseback, quietly stole into the village and bypassed the worst of the keep's defenses before the next guard spotted them and raised the alarm. But it was too late; they had already flanked their defenses and caught them unprepared. The cries for arms and sounds of struggle were raised throughout the keep, and panic spread throughout the village at an even quicker rate than the fires the Saxons had set began to spread. Constantine awoke with a start, quickly donned the lightest and quickest of his armor, grabbed his sword, and was off. He could not stop to figure out how the Saxons had gotten into the keep - his only thought was to drive them out! He leaped from the top of the stairs outside his room and caught one of the invaders off-guard, killing him quickly and quietly. It was not honorable combat, and he felt some regret for it, but how had they gotten so far into the keep before alarm was raised? Turning quickly, his mind raced. Orange flames had begun to flicker within the keep, seemingly coming from the kitchen and spreading to nearby rooms. This could not be some simple raiding party, or they would be at the largest storehouse outside the keep. They must be after something else... which would only be here in the keep." Lord Cadillac!" Constantine shouted, running towards the lord's room. The sounds of battle were already ringing from the lord's room, and he arrived just in time to see Cadillac in his bedclothes striking down one of the Saxons with a mighty, two-handed blades." Bastard! And it was a good dream!" Cadillac spat at the gurgling corpse at his feet. He looked up to Constantine. "An sweller! The dogs are come, you must make haste! Take Elaine, and go! I'll see to the duchess!"" My... Yes, my lord!" Constantine hesitated, wanting to stay, and protect Cadillac, who had been so kind to him. But now was not the time to challenge his judgement, or belay his requests. He turned on his heel and rushed down the hallway to Elaine's room, praying he would make it there before the invaders.... Lord Cadillac hurried to the rooms next to his. He intended to check on their guests, but first he had to make sure his wife was safe. He didn’t hear a sound, so maybe… he hoped. The door to lady Signee’s room was not fully closed. With squeezed heart lord Cadillac pushed. The chamber was dark and silent, there was no blood on the floor. The older man slowly walked closer to the bed.“Signee…” he whispered, reaching to the still body. There was a huge black stain on the quill, the cut was easy to detect. For the first time in his life his hand trembled. He touched his wife’s hair gently, unable to collect himself for a while. It took him a moment, but eventually with clenched teeth he runs down the hall towards duchess’ rooms. Elaine was probably safe, his son had to take care of himself, and he was responsible for his guests. The door to duchess’ room was not completely closed either, a dim light glimmered through the chink. Expecting the worst the lord pushed the door and walked inside. The duchess was standing in the middle of the room fully dressed, holding a candle in her hand. She looked at him startled, when he entered. Lord Cadillac frowned, it took him a second to understand the meaning of the view. Before he could react her eyes betrayed a danger. Lord Cadillac turned round immediately, using his sword to shield from an incoming attack, but it was too late.---Elaine woke up in the middle of the night. For a moment she couldn’t understand what interrupted her sleep, but then she heard yells and noticed the light coming from the outside. Fire! Elaine immediately left the bed and reached for her clothes - she had to help right away! The whole village was in danger, and she could see the fire spreading already. Suddenly the door opened - she glanced there, certain to see a servant or someone else who came to ask her for help, but there was a silent warrior standing; she couldn’t recognize him because of the darkness. The man worn a fur on his shoulders, uneasy Elaine frowned. The stranger took a step towards her, and then she noticed an unclean sword in his hand. The half of the blade was black, not reflecting the light. In a panic Elaine moved backwards, running on a table. A pitcher lost its balance on the pushed table and fell down, crashing into pieces. With few strides the man neared to Elaine, rising his sword, but she was already behind the table, making it harder to strike her. The stranger attempted to move first left, then to the right to avoid the furniture, but each time frightened Elaine managed to move counterwise, keeping the distance. The man laughed, amused. He threw his sword to the left hand and unexpectedly ejected himself across the table, reaching for Elaine. His grip missed, and his prey escaped once again. The man growled, landing on the table, but Elaine already held a candlestick. She aimed for the man’s head, but he moved and the heavy base of her weapon hit his shoulder. The body was protected by fur and other armor, so it didn’t receive much damage, but the man jumped on his feet, angered.“You like fighting.” His predatory, hoarse voice appalled Elaine more than anything else. So far he was just like a beast, a demon without a face, attacking her in silence, trying to kill her. Not anymore. There was nothing else what Elaine could use as a cover or an obstacle. Scared, she kept moving backwards, trying to defend herself with a candlestick, but with ease he grabbed her wrist and squeezed it so hard, that she had to open her hand with a scream of pain. Afterward he pulled her hand, forcing Elaine to follow him, but she resisted as much as she could. After few steps he yanked so strongly, that she lost her balance and fell on him, terrified and disgusted. He smelled with old sweat, dirt, blood and smoke. Elaine tried to push him away, kicking and hitting him, but her other hand got trapped in his grasp as well. He licked her cheek. Elaine screamed. The scream... was he too late? Constantine rushed down the hallway and turned the corner to Elaine's room, nearly overshooting it in his haste. Catching sight of the fur-clad invader just as the lecherous man brought his head up to look into Sir An sweller's eyes, the knight set his jaw firmly and leveled his sword at the man. The Saxon let go of Elaine's arm in order to bring his sword to a defensive position, but before he could set it against Elaine for leverage Sir An sweller had already closed the distance between them, the pommel of his sword braced against his shoulder, the blade straight out towards the man. The tip struck the man's eye, and the blade drove itself into his skull, the Saxon's body stiffening in death as vitreous fluids spurted forth in a startling display of highly localized trauma. So firm was the blow Constantine struck that he fairly lifted the miscreant from Elaine and thrust him off of her, the man's lifeless body falling to the floor in a heap." Quickly!" Constantine hissed to her, taking her hand. "There isn't much time!" Elaine struggled to break free, but it was in vain. When he pushed her on the bed, she was too terrified to be able to scream, although she didn’t give up yet, even if he was way too strong for her. He held her wrists painfully immobilized above her head, spreading her legs with his, immediately pushing the edge of her dress up. Suddenly he stopped and reached for his sword. Elaine panicked, certain he decided to kill her right away, but then she realized he was not looking at her anymore. Someone else was in her room, who didn’t wait to see the Saxon armed. One swift swing of his sword and Elaine saw a black actor spurting from her oppressor’s head. Her stomach was squeezed with fear, but she felt sick nonetheless. The corpse turned and fall on the floor. Elaine watched it, trembling.“Quickly! There isn't much time!” Only now Elaine recognized Constantine. A huge relief seized her, weakening her legs, but she didn’t oppose when the knight pulled her out of the chamber. When they run down the hall Elaine slowly regained her composure. She would rather hide somewhere and cry, terrified by what had just happened to her, but there was no time. Elaine heard distant screams and clatter of weapons. Already she knew it wasn't just a fire but an attack, however now she realized it was already a successful one, if invaders reached the keep.“I… I must go to…” She took a deep breath, trying to sound more like a real lady than a scared peasant girl. She was a daughter of the lord, she had to help her people, not to tremble in a corner. “I will go to servants and lead them outside. No… my mother… and the guests…” Elaine clenched her teeth, She had to collect herself! “Yes, guests first. I will take them to the backyard.” Finally, she managed to think clearly. Elaine tried to stop and turn to the other wing, letting Constantine’s hand go. "You go to others, I will be alright." "There is no time for this!" Constantine grunted to her, pulling her with him forcefully. "Your safety is paramount - the guests are being seen to!" The leather padding of his gauntlets creaked a little as his grip tightened on her hand, willing to literally drag her against her will if she tried to separate from him. Her father had bid him see her to Cardigan... although the time frame was being advanced quite a bit. All would be lost if she failed to make the journey... the land could even lapse into civil war if Elaine were not to marry her betrothed. Perhaps that is precisely what the Saxons had in mind. It would be easier to pillage any number of unprotected settlements while their soldiers were away on the front lines, after all. Presently a burning rafter fell from the ceiling, descending upon them both with frightful speed. Hearing the ominous crackle and whoosh, Constantine glanced up towards the ceiling and grabbed Elaine in both hands, rushing out of the way. The fiery board crashed down just behind them, showering the both of them in splinters and cinders. Constantine's step faltered for the impact so close by, and fell with Elaine onto the floor, covering her body with his. He nearly struck her head with his own for the motion, their eyes and lips only an inch apart by the time he collected himself. He breathed heavily for a moment looking down at her. "Your ladyship.... are you hurt?" "There is no time for this! Your safety is paramount - the guests are being seen to!" Reluctantly Elaine allowed him to take her to a shelter he was thinking of. It was probably a chapel. It had a thick door, was made of stone, what made it almost fireproof and its little windows let defenders dazzle attackers with arrows. If it was not taken by Saxons yet, that is. Elaine hoped her mother, guests and other women and children were already there. Suddenly the burning splinters falling from the ceiling made her realize how bad the situation in the keep was. The roof was on fire for a while already. Before she managed to move, she was lifted, as if she weighs nothing, and the knight darted away from the danger. She saw falling burning wood and hid her head in her arms. The painful impact pressed the air out of her lungs. Constantine somehow managed not to land with his full weight on her, nonetheless she groaned of pain the impact caused, she was going to have significant bruise at the back of her head." Your ladyship.... are you hurt? Remnants of the burning wood and larger pieces was everywhere around, but they were safe, for now.“No, I am alright.” Elaine winced at another weave of pain coming from her back, but she knew it was temporary. She tried to move away from him, from his disturbing closeness, but then she realized there was a smoldering chip in his hair. Her eyes widened, but immediately she began slapping against his neck with her protected by cloth forearms, averting the imminent danger. Luckily his hair didn’t catch the fire yet." You had a ..." She didn't have to continue, when the piece of ember finally fell off his hair. The unusual slapping of Elaine's forearm to his neck alerted him of the danger he might have been in only a moment before the smoldering chip of wood fell from his hair. Nodding briefly to her, he stood again and pulled Elaine quickly but gently to her feet as well, before continuing on his way with her. He paused at the corner of the stairs they were approaching, letting a group of Saxons run by. Apparently they had gone unseen, as the raiders went on to plunder whatever it was they were after. Hastily descending the stairs, he led her to quite a different direction than the chapel she might have been expecting. It seemed they were heading towards the stables, rather than to a more nearly defensible spot within the keep." No matter what you hear, or see... keep pressing forward, Elaine," Constantine muttered grimly as he moved through the castle with her. Several areas of it were openly on fire, and were the ceilings not as high as they were the halls would surely have been flooded with choking smoke. They ran past many a grisly display in their flight.... A man lay dead, his head crushed in and bleeding on the floor. A woman lay mortally wounded, trying desperately to drag herself to safety. A child in the servant's quarters had become separated from his mother and was whimpering pitifully, trapped inside a room with burning furniture blocking the way out. The fury rose in Sir An sweller's heart, but he knew if he did not get Elaine out of this place... a similar - or worse - fate would befall many others. There was yet a chance that the keep may be defended, but that the Saxons had known where the Cadillac lay sleeping belied their intent. They were looking for the nobility. They came to the stables presently, and Constantine began to lead Elaine towards one of the stalls. The stables were on fire as well, but the blaze was only just beginning to spread from the keep itself. The horses stirred restlessly in their stalls, unnerved by the approaching flames. Another flame caught Constantine's eye as well, and it was wielded by one of two approaching Saxons. They did not appear to have spotted him or Elaine just yet, but their intent was clear; they meant to cut off the escape of anyone coming from the keep as they were. Leaving Elaine's side, Sir An sweller charged them quite suddenly and without warning, bringing his sword down upon them just as one of the men turned around. The blade cut deep into the man's shoulder, parting flesh and cracking bone as the Saxon howled in pain. The other Saxon turned on him, just as Constantine was dislodging his sword from the first Saxon's shoulder with a sickening, crunching noise. Parrying one blow, and then the next, Sir An sweller caught the man's wrist with his off-hand, and thrust him through his stomach with his sword, the blade coming almost completely out his back. The Saxon dropped the torch, but Constantine kicked it away before it could set more fire to the stables." Elaine!" he shouted to her, "Come quickly!" For the first time in her life Elaine witnessed the reality of a battlefield. The picture of cruelty, terror and pain, the smell of blood and burning flesh squeezed her heart and stomach. She wanted to go and help these who needed it desperately, but Constantine didn’t allow her. The further they walked, the more anxious Elaine grew.“We must help them!” Elaine spoke, but Constantine didn’t listen, pulling her further to the direction she couldn’t guess. He ignored a trapped child, what froze her heart; he didn’t lean down to help a wounded woman, causing Elaine’s eyes filling with tears; he turned his head away from Lisa calling them for help in distance, making Elaine believe he lost all his reason. Elaine’s anxiety and mistrust grew with every minute. She wanted to ask Constantine what was his plan, but there was no time, they had to hide from Saxons, sneaking between burning buildings, carts, avoiding corpses. Plane could already say there were much more enemies than defenders and even more she was convinced they should immediately help and save as many people as possible. Stables were already burning on a one side, horses became nervous in their stalls. Elaine thought Constantine’s intention was to release the hoses, so she opened first few stalls. It was dark, but she could see enough to let horses go free. Maybe those, who could still escape, would be able to catch the horses? It seemed silly to Elaine, as Saxons could do the same, but it was better than doing nothing. Suddenly a yell of a dying man made her to look to the direction where Constantine gone, quickly enough to see him killing the second man. Elaine pressed her hand to opened mouth, muffling a shout." Elaine!" Constantine called her, "Come quickly!” She runs up to him, trying to stay away from the corpses as much as possible. Elaine knew she should be glad he killed these two Saxons so swiftly, but she couldn’t help feeling disgusted looking at the spilling blood and guts. In a moment Elaine suspected that Constantine wanted to use horses to escape, indignation fired in her eyes, “We need to go back and help these people!” She spoke hotly, “My father and my brother are still fighting, you must join them! We must save as many people as possible! You have to organize defenders!” Elaine didn’t let Constantine ignore her this time. They were alone in stables, relatively safe. “What are we doing here?! We cannot leave our people behind!” She was angry.“I am not a coward, I never expected you are.” Elaine taunted him, hoping to restore his senses. "There is no time for this nonsense, Elaine!" Constantine scolded in a low, scathing voice as he glared at her over his shoulder, saddling up one of the horses. "Think what you will of me, but 'twas your father who would be willing to sacrifice himself - where it required of him tonight - to ensure your escape. And twice again myself would I sacrifice, and every aspect thereof, to see you away from this place." He led the horse out from the stables, about the time another one of the rafters inside the keep fell, shooting a dusting of tiny, airborne cinders out of the door and towards them. The brightly colored sparkles shimmered briefly before they exhausted themselves, almost having made the keep itself look as though it was sighing. "This is not some simple raid, milady. The Saxons are looking for you. If you fall to the hands of the enemy tonight, you will have condemned this land to war. A coward you are not - of this I am certain. It is whether you are wise enough to perceive what is best for your people, and brave enough to do it." Sheathing his sword, he mounted the horse in a quick, swinging motion. The animal trotted dutifully to maneuver itself alongside Elaine under the knight's direction, and Sir An sweller put his hand out for Elaine to climb onto the fine horse with him. "Sit in front of me. If they are to fire upon us in our retreat, they will not get through me." His eyes narrowed at Elaine meaningfully, offering her the opportunity to comply with him voluntarily, but ready to seize her by force if she did not. Elaine couldn’t reject all his reasoning, even if she didn’t agree with some of it, but it was no time to argue about the details. Elaine took Constantine’s hand and with a jump allowed him to pull her up. In a different situation she would never sit like this with any man, but conventions needed to be put aside right now. She swung her leg over the horse's head and leaned forward. Her body was stiff because of the man’s closeness, but soon the circumstances helped her to stop thinking about it. The half of the stables’ roof collapsed, burying some animals under it. The rest of crazed with fear horses left their stalls and run outside. Elaine could see whites of their terrified eyes. Two fugitives led their horse away from the noisy herd, trying to find the way to the gate. Elaine prayed for leaving the castle unnoticed, but her prayers were not answered. Soon she heard shouts and saw some movement near the exit.“Constantine, they are closing the gate!” She called, seeing a calcific darkness of the gate narrowing gradually. Constantine urged the horse onwards, clenching his teeth as he held the reins of the steed. The way his body was closed protectively around Elaine could have been pleasant or flirtatious, if it was not entirely awkward on the saddle with the horse's jostling... and the threat of being fired upon. He glanced to the ramparts, seeing the Saxons above readying their spears. Taking one hand from the reins, he pulled the dagger from his belt and hurled it at the man on one side moving to close the gate. The dagger struck true and the man fell. Whether injured or dead, Sir An sweller could not say, but it slowed the closing of the gate for his absence. Leading the horse to turn its gallop drastically, Constantine held firmly onto the reins with his hands while hugging the horse with his knees. The sounds of spearheads piercing the dirt let him know he'd reacted just in time, and he corrected his course to bolt for the gate. The other man that had been urging the gate closed, pushing it with his hands while his fellows inside operated the crank, abandoned the cause and moved to stop the escaping horse and riders personally. He brought his large sword up, swinging it to strike - just as Sir An sweller brought his sword down to parry. A passing clash of steel, and they were gone. The Saxons fired arrows and threw spears at them, but now the night was their ally, and they escaped without further incident. It had been several more minutes of brisk galloping, and hours more of riding at an urgent trot by the time Constantine slowed the horse's pace to a halt. He dismounted, leaving Elaine on the horse, continuing to walk." We must make haste for Cardigan," he said, as though it were something that required reiteration. He had led them well off of the main road by now, for there was only one that led to Cardigan from Summer. "We will take to the wilderness in this direction," he pointed the way he was now walking, "for two days, and then correct our course back towards the castle. As necessary, we shall amend our plan, but that is the start." He nodded slightly to Elaine as he walked. "Come morning, we will rest for a time. If the Saxons do not catch us by then, it is unlikely they will at all." With God’s protection they left the burning castle safely and disappeared in the darkness. The horse got tired and when it became apparent no one was chasing them, Constantine didn’t let the situation become awkward and dismounted. Or maybe, Elaine thought, it was a rational thing to do, if they didn’t want the horse to break its leg in the darkness. For a long while Elaine observed the decreasing in the distance fires behind them. When fear and tension disappeared, she felt deep grief and sadness. She didn’t know if anyone of her family survived, Constantine didn’t give her a chance to find out and was not willing to do so. Elaine patted sweaty horse’s neck. Something was growing inside her, an anger towards Constantine, but she managed to douse it and push it away. She was so tired, but her mind couldn’t rest, picturing their nearest travel for her. There was nothing encouraging in it. Miles of wild forest, where wolves and bears lived; only roads trodden by animals. Probably no people, unless they would encounter more Saxons, what would be even worse, obviously. They crossed pastures and fields, coming closer to the black line of the forest, accompanied only by crickets and frogs in a distance. The nearest village was on fire as well, but it was far enough, so they were not bothered by marauders nor refugees. Nonetheless, they remained quiet, aware how well the sound is carried in the silent darkness of the night. Right before they reached a safety of the forest, they found a brook. Elaine happily dismounted, letting horse to drink comfortably, quenching her thirst with the cold, crystal water as well. She washed her face and hands, but could do nothing with her hair. They smelled with a smoke, so did her clothes.“Why Cardigan?” she asked, looking at the dark Constantine’s silhouette, poorly lit by the growing moon and stars. “What does make you believe its lord will respect the engagement when I have no dowry? I will come with nothing more than this horse and the clothes on my back. What kind of fiancé does it make me?” "If the lord will not accept advanced warning of the reaching Saxon menace as his dowry, then I will appeal to his sense of glory," Constantine explained quietly. "How much greater a dowry can he expect, if not only he saves Cadillac's daughter, but also his keep and his people? What bards will sing of a lord who lets these dogs do as they will to his neighbor, and seeks not to show them their place?" He frowned a little, not being familiar with the lord of Cardigan. "And if he will not accept a dowry from the hands of Cadillac and his people, then I will bring him the skulls of a hundred Saxons, filled with gold - and he will accept that."" Rest well for the even, Princess," he continued after a pointed pause. "When the sun is high again, we will carry on." Sir An sweller perked his head up a little, realizing he had momentarily nodded off. He'd slept lightly if he'd slept at all, standing watch near a tree by the riverside. The horse and Elaine had rested, and it was time to be off. His own needs; sleep, and food... they could wait until Cardigan. After checking the saddlebags and finding them with scarcely a day ration to them, he went to go see to it that the princess was ready to proceed, his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. Sleep? Where? Elaine gazed at Constantine, but didn’t say a word. There was nothing to add - their situation was bad and no one could do anything about it. Elaine was given a blanket from under the saddle to wrap around herself, but she couldn’t fall asleep. Not only recent events and fear of her relatives worried her too much, but also the ground was sucking warmth from her body, despite the thick layer of the moss she was laying on. August days were still hot, but evenings and nights became cooler already. Elaine wasn’t shivering but she felt very uncomfortable. She kept changing her position, wrapping a small rug around her shoulder tightly, but all she achieved were short dozes from which she kept waking up for the rest of the night. She wasn’t used to so great discomforts and her delicate body couldn’t adjust to the situation. When the morning colored the sky with gray and then with pink, Constantine’s steps woke her up from another short snooze. Elaine looked at him, her eyes tired with shadows underneath. She was so sleepy, but she knew the sleep was not something she could get now.“Good morning,” she spoke with tired voice and stood moving rigidly - everything hurt her, every single muscle, she couldn’t help a wince. Elaine folded the blanket and handed it to Constantine, so he could make the horse ready.“Shouldn’t we visit a village first…? Or a mill? There is one down this stream. We need something more than this strips of dried meat. We are not reaching Cardigan tomorrow…” Elaine couldn’t refrain from the last sarcastic comment. In her opinion the whole idea about going there passing the wilds was silly, and she was going to point Constantine every single hole in his plan. Keeping his lip in a neutral, level line, Constantine listened quietly until Elaine was done speaking. In his opinion the whole idea about going to a village was silly, and he would not be shy to point out every single hole in her suggestion." Which village, milady?" he asked softly, as though he were offering a fine selection of them. "Would you prefer the one that we had passed in our flight during the mid of night, which burned like a bonfire? Or perhaps the one further up the road that remains vulnerable to Saxon attack?" He saddled the horse and secured the bags to the animal, having stored the belongings with which they had managed to flee. He turned to Elaine, offering his hand to aid her in mounting the horse. "Perhaps the Saxons do not have a young princess, unaccustomed to the cruelty of life and the world, as their strategic adviser, but there is no doubt that the roads would be the first location they could secure in their search for us. I will not permit you to kill yourself in your quest for a soft bed and a warm meal." His eyes searched hers for something, and he inclined his head slightly. "We may yet find hospitality in the cabin of a woodsman, perhaps two days' journey from here. One Hubert, I have made his acquaintance betimes, and perhaps his favor we still may garner." He looked away from Elaine for a moment, as though trying to plot the best course. He considered mentioning to Elaine that Hubert lived in the woods because he was an uncivilized fellow, but thought perhaps she would be better to discover this on her own for now. The mockery in Constantine's words stung painfully." Perhaps it is not a smart idea to lead two unprepared people into the wild and expect them to not die on the way. We should seek help, maybe in the monastery on the west or wait for the Saxons to leave the castle and help people there. But fine," Elaine pushed his hand away and with some effort managed to mount the horse on her own, though stirrup was too high for her. "Let's do this your way, if you are so certain of your infallibility." Her voice was soaked with anger and aversion. "I ensure you I do not look for a warm meal nor a soft bed, but if you aver it is better to not seek help before going there... you will not hear me complaining." Over my dead body, Elaine thought and kicked the horse with her heels to make the animal move. She would love to walk like Constantine, but she wasn't silly. Her shoes were delicate and soft, made for every day in the castle in the summer, and after a day of walking not only they would be ruined but also her feet would bleed. Also, she realized her constitution couldn't be compared to Constantine's. In different circumstances Elaine would never have agreed on this, not when he behaved so arrogant, but now she was on his mercy. She wasn't silly, and it was obvious with him, she had bigger chances to get to a safe place than on her own. And for him, she was just a burden. The forest wasn't silent - birds were singing and trilling so loudly in the morning, that if there was someone following them, they wouldn't have a chance to hear. With every hour it was getting warmer, the water in the brook was sparkling joyfully encouraging them to drink whenever they needed to. If their situation was not this dire, Elaine would enjoy the slow walk in the forest. Though she expected the lack of wind will soon make them sweaty and overheated. The shadows were generous, but the air was heating up fast in the late summer sun. They walked in silence for long. Elaine was too irritated to talk to Constantine, but with time the silence grew embarrassing to her, and she felt the need to talk." Do you remember the place your family comes from?" Elaine was always first to listen to the stories of far places and tales of great heroes from distant kingdoms.

Vows (Tyrhung and Chantal)|rating:4.0

Tyrant's Lover.

Nora Parker, before catching the eye of a tyrant, had been like everyone in her village. Normal, happy, and didn't mind the thought of living normally. But everything changed when a dormant magic within her awoke. At first, it seemed her power would be easy to control and manageable, until it wasn't. The early days still haunted her, even now after months of coming to terms with what she was now. Then came the second shocking surprise of her life, the tyrant himself. Nora had never believed she'd catch anyone's eye, but to catch the eye of one so powerful was unheard of. Still guarded, even though she was with Elliott, there was still part of her that was afraid. Some nights she'd wake up from a terrible nightmare, looking for chains and searching for guards coming to drag her away. It never happened, and yet the vividness of it all still kept her on edge. Like tonight, after one of her annoying nightmares, the young woman slipped from the bed and walked to the window. Gazing out of it, in nothing but a sheer nightgown that framed her body. Her red hair was a mess as it hung down her back, down between her lightly sun kissed shoulders. She feared the day her lover would lose interest in her, that he'd have her thrown into some horrid dungeon or worse, she'd be stripped of her magic and thrown away. Even though she knew these fears were false, rumors in the court kept her uncertain. Snide women who delighted in getting under her skin, who loved to try and put a wedge between her and her lover. 'I can't give into them. I can't doubt myself or him. I'm just scared still.' Wrapping her arms around herself, Nora continued to gaze out into the dark night.@Patricio_Marina Elliott Masters. A name that all came to know and fear. He didn't always bear his gift with the arcane and eldritch magics. It came from weakness. He was weak. Born of poor human parents, they were mistreated. Left to die in the streets by the nobles and king that said they were protected by. The hatred for the monarchy is what grew inside of Elliott, blossoming into the creature he was now. His power brought the monarchy to its knees, the death of that king was the first of man. No more nobles or royalty stood. He was the one who owned this kingdom now, and soon he would begin to take more. His power did not leave himself isolated though, the weak always looked to someone for leadership. The common folk without a crown to bow to needed someone, so he became their salvation. His power became the protection they deserved. Though he viewed himself above the common folk, he knew the pain of being left to watch your parents die, as nobles feasted. Elliott was a different ruler, serve him just, and he would provide for everyone. Along the line of meeting the people he came across Nora, her beautiful hair, the eyes of a goddess. Her power was what caught his attention at first. She was strong. But along with that strength came frailty. Something in her drew him in like a magnet. He wanted her, hell he needed her. Soon after he found himself completed, her by his side, he knew he needed no one else. She was the final piece to complete the person he aimed to become. The tyrant. Elliott woke slowly, a deep breath leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered open. The darkness of the room greeted his eyes letting him know it was early. Sometime in the middle of the night likely. Moving his hand over the space beside him, he could feel the warm bed was empty. Lifting his head he looked across the room to see Nora beside the window, she was facing away from him. Elliott let out a soft breath before sitting up in the bed. He slowly walked over and placed his arms around her, his hands resting on her arms as he embraced her. "Is everything okay my love?" he asked, his voice somewhat groggy as he slowly woke up. He couldn't help but worry. Few things mattered to Elliott now. She was one of them. Hell she was the most important thing. Leaning his head into the back of hers he took in a deep breath of hair before kissing her head softly. He worried about her, this was not the first time in the last few days that he had found her in this exact spot. When Elliott wrapped his arms around her, Nora jumped in surprise, before settling back in his hold. His arms around her were so warm and strong, it washed away any fear she had, and she turned around to press herself into his chest. At his question, she nodded before speaking. "Just a bad dream is all, but I'm ok. I'm sorry I woke you." Rising up on her tiptoes, she kissed him where she could reach, which was usually the halfway point of his chest. With her stature so short, and her body slender but lean, she had a theory about her own power. It was adaptive, but using too much of it without enough stamina to keep it going was her weakness. Once she learned and hadn't shared with anyone, not even Elliott. That's why, on nights like this, she would usually go do some training, to sharpen and hone her power. But tonight, she figured one night of getting back into bed wouldn't hurt. "Come on love. Let's go back to bed ok? I'm alright." Then she slipped from his arms, dancing back to her side of the bed where she waited for him. It was nice to know that she mattered to him. But she worried about him as well. So she tried her best to keep him on the right path, to help him choose fair punishment over cruelty. It wasn't always easy, talking him into something else, but she was getting good at it. Every strong, powerful man needed a good woman to keep him from the deep end. And she hoped he recognized that himself, she loved him and didn't want to lose him. Feeling the softness of her lips made him smile, listening to her word he shook his head slightly. "You didn't wake me, I was restless as well and noticed you were gone." he said before leaning in and placing a kiss onto her. Wrapping his arms around her held her close for that moment and just enjoyed the connection. Feeling her move broke him from his thoughts. The mention of bed making him smile as he followed behind her. Stepping to the bed, Elliott slid onto his side before inviting Nora into his arms, laying back and holding her against his chest. The feeling of holding her in his arms was one that he grew to love. It made him smile. Pulling her into a kiss as he did. "I love you Nora." he said in a whisper as he pulled her in close to him. Feeling her so close was a relief for him. He lost so much throughout his life. Family and friends alike. He couldn't bear the thought of losing the one thing he wanted more than any other. With all the power and control over magic that he was able to exert and use, he couldn't change death. And he knew that he could well lose himself to madness if he tried to follow that path. Keeping her safe and by his side was his best decision. Best approach to where they could take things on together. She truly was his better half, keeping him grounded. He knew what she was doing, and honestly was happy she did, to often his own spite and rage would take over him. She helped to prevent that path. Helped to keep him from that level of cruelty. Elliott looked down to Nora then, his arm around her as he held her close. His mind deep in thought. "We should take some time... away from the castle." he said looking up at the ceiling above them. "I think another day of politics may drive me to death. I am not sure if I can handle it. The court is also beginning to annoy me. Their pestering is incessant." he said before releasing a sigh from his lips. "I figured I could get my duties completed and once I am a little caught up we can leave without them burning the place down." he said with a laugh. "Now why were you restless?" Shifting up, Nora threw a leg over his waist and sat up, on top of Elliott to look down at him. She could barely make out his face in the dark but felt as if she was staring into his eyes. "What troubles you love?" Voice soft and full of compassion, Nora's full attention was on him. "Of course you love me, I'm amazing aren't I" she teased, then leaned down and rested her forearms upon his chest. Hearing him propose they take some time from the castle, she thought it would be good for them. But something in her gut grew tight and she hummed softly. "I would love that, but I'm not sure if that would be wise. We're still trying to learn who we can trust in the court. And if we leave, we could return and have a coup on our hands." Letting her words sink in for a few moments, Nora spoke up again. "Maybe we should strip the court down and build a new one from scratch. Then we could escape for a while and not worry about traitors." Nora wasn't the power hungry type, she just wanted his rule to be unchallenged. And if that meant starting from scratch, then that would be their best chance. "I'll be here to help you stay calm during your meetings. As long as we're united, no one can win. No one can get between us." Shifting her arms, she rested them on either side of him, resting her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "I just want to help you the best I can Elliott." Elliott moved one of his hands to her cheek, slowly stroking his thumb across as she spoke. "The politics of it all just bears down on me is all." he said before letting out a small sigh. Smiling he heard her humor, he let out a small chuckle. "Yeah you are supposed." he retorted in jest. Hearing her reasoning was something that made him chew on his tongue for a moment. She was right, the court was full of individuals bearing their own agendas. None were aligned to him per se, though they would never voice their opposition. "You are correct, we could but the time it would take to remake the court could take months. At least at the moment we know where our enemies are." he said before looking down to Nora. "No one will ever get between us. Our bond is unmatched." he said as he ran his thumb across her cheek, adjusting his hand to give her shoulder a light squeeze. "And believe me Hun, you have more than helped me. Don't ever second guess how much I need you. If I had to handle the court alone, I would have lost my cool a very, very long time ago." he said with a laugh. Giving her shoulder a small squeeze, he ran his other hand to her back, slowly running it up and down her back as far as he was able to reach. "We will get a chance for a break soon. One way or another. I think it would do us both some good. How has your magic training been ?" he asked with curiosity. Where they were both users of magic, they came from many different sources. Where Elliott was able to control raw magic in the world around them, using it devastating effect. Nora was more refined. It was one of the things that helped him to seek her out. Understanding magic was something he dedicated his time to, but Nora was the other. He knew their relationship was odd, but it blossomed into one they both adored. He aimed to keep it that way. "We have the time now to do that. Maybe we keep our enemies close, but we still search for fresh faces to trust. But you're the final decider, just think it over." Hearing how sure he was that no one would come between them made Nora smile, her worry easing just enough to allow her to sigh. "I know, I still just worry. We don't know own what's in the future for us. Or if we won't have some massive fight that divides us. And there are other beautiful women within the castle walls. Temptresses." She turned her face into the feel of his thumb along her cheek, thankful to be kept grounded by him as well. As the conversation shifted, and he asked her about her training, she sat up. "Sometimes it's hard. Sometimes I need to dig deeper or rely on a trigger to start it off. But other times, it's easy and just waiting on me to summon it forward." Her power was more refined, but still unpredictable and potentially dangerous in its own right. "I don't want too many people to know I'm not ordinary. Especially with a court we can't trust." Feeling restless now, Nora moved from on top of him to laying back in the crook of his arm. "I get scared when I think about what I'm able to do. And worry about falling into the wrong hands."" So can I ask you to do something? If I ever become too dangerous...will you strip me of my magic?" She'd been tossing around the idea that if it was necessary, she'd want to have her power be taken. At least then she couldn't be used as a weapon. "I know it's a big favor to ask, but if it's me or power, I rather lose mine then become a weapon to hurt you Elliott. Or anybody else for that matter." Elliott nodded as she spoke about the training. Understanding magic and using it were two totally different things. In theory, it worked like any manor of physics for example. But in practice it was like holding water in a net, it changed, it was a living force that was ready to kill you if you mistreated it. He knew how learning to manage it was difficult. It took him years before he was able to do the things he could now. But he was in control. He knew he was. Looking at her, he nodded, her request was a smart one. The fewer people that knew of her power the better off she was. Elliott listened to her request, and he pulled her in tight to his side. "Hey, hey no talking like that. I made a promise when I dedicated my life to you, it was me and you till the end okay ? I will always find my way back to you. Furthermore, I promise one thing, you will not be used as a weapon against me. Furthermore, I will never. And I mean NEVER let that happen to you." he said sitting up in the bed. He leaned on one of his arms and looked down to Nora. What she requested could be done, he stripped multiple people of their magic. But to do it to her... he couldn't bear the thought. It was invasive, it was cruel, it was painful. Losing magic often drove people insane, he couldn't bear the thought of that happening to Nora. Leaning in Elliott kissed Nora softly before sitting back up and smiling at her. "When I chose you to be mine it was a dedication Nora. I will do everything in my power to protect you, and if it isn't in my power, I will make it so." he said before moving his hand to hers. "You won't become a weapon to use against me, hell it would make me more concerned. If you have magic I know you can defend yourself without me." he said as he gave her hand a squeeze. She smiled then, at his sense of faith. "Still, it's on the table as a last resort. If I'm the one that keeps you level, then you're my rock too." Then she tugged him down to the bed, feeling sleep creeping up on her. By the next morning, with the sun streaming in, Nora woke up feeling a little off. Brushing it off as tiredness, she kicked off the covers and got up, getting ready for the day. After a quick wash up, she dressed in a comfortable tunic and pants, with a pair of brown boots. Throwing her red hair up in a bun, it was time to train. Reaching the door, she turned to look back at Elliott, "Rest well" she whispered, then left the room and shut the door behind her. Heading down the hall, head up high and shoulders back, Nora wore a mask of confidence even when she didn't really feel it. At least playing at being tough kept people from getting to close to her, and as long as people assumed she was strong, they didn't dare test her. Which is why she chose to train in the private indoor training room, specifically designed for those with powers. And once the door was closed behind her, she walked to the center of the room and stopped. Breathing in and out to steady herself, she closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. At first, there was nothing until little by little, she felt it. A steady spread of energy that flowed up and down her body, crackling along her nerves before they spewed out around her hands like flame. Dropping into her fighting stance, Nora opened her eyes until they locked onto a training dummy straight ahead. Still maintaining her steady breath, she spun and kicked out a leg, letting the heat flow down her body before leaping from her foot. As it connected with the dummy, there was a popping sound as the material burst into flame. And just as quickly as it began, the flame was already sputtering out." Damn it!" Cursing, hands balling up into fists, her body was moving before she realized it. The haze of frustration only lifted when she made contact with the dummy, her fists slamming right through the padded leather, shattering the dummy in seconds. "Anger is my trigger...great way to start my training." Feeling a tiny bit winded, she stopped to catch her breath, ignoring the slight wheeze from her lips. Not realizing she was already in trouble. Elliott fell back into sleep with Nora in his arms, a small smile spreading across his face as he slept. As he found sleep, the nightmare he was having before waking in bed came back to him. It was almost like it was waiting for him to return to sleep for it to come. He found himself standing on the highest tower of the castle. All around him was death. Everyone in the castle, all the people in the territory he possessed. Nora. Everyone was dead around him. He stood covered in blood, tears streaming from his face as held Nora in his arms. Why was this his nightmare. This is the fifth time in the last week he had this nightmare. He couldn't change it. Every time he was over run. The whole kingdom was. Figures completely covered in black overwhelmed them. Elliott was able to kill them, but it seemed like he was the only one. No one else survived. He was able to kill them off by himself, but he couldn't save Nora. No matter what he did. Each time he lost her. When the morning came, Elliott kissed Nora, saying farewell as she left to do her training. He quickly went to do the same thing but in a different area. Elliott, dressed in a black tunic, matching pants and boots on as well, he slowly made his way through the keep. Addressing multiple matters on his way. Tobias, his right hand, informed him of an uprising in the village of Moravia. Waving his hand, Tobias nodded, knowing well what the subtle movement meant. Resistance to his rule meant punishment. Resistance to punishment, was death. The laws he placed were simple. Nothing over extravagant or overbearing, but one rule stood. He was the ruler, not a king to worship. He led. No one else. Tobias continued to fill him in on multiple issues that were common. Crops experiencing blight in some areas, Disease spreading in from others. The kingdom was in shambles when he took over, and he has been working since to fix it and bring it to its proper glory. Once Elliott and Tobias were able to get an agenda in place, he thanked his friend before making his way to the lowest dungeon of the castle. It was empty, for the time being. Not wanting or needing to trap any criminals in the main keep for the time being left it open for him to use it to train, hone his magic skills where he needed them to be. If the nightmare was in any way an omen, he was going to train and make it so no one died under his watch. The most important thing was Nora. He wouldn't let her fall victim to whatever it was that attacked his nightmares. By the time her training ended, Nora was feeling strangely worse. Her stomach felt tight, and her forehead felt warmer than usual. Her muscles ached, more than they should as she stretched out. She could barely hear herself think, her thoughts felt muffled, as if her brain were filled with cotton. Stumbling to the door, hand slipping off the handle, she struggled to get it open until she managed to do so. Now out in the hallway, she made it to the wall, clinging to it as she tried to walk, hoping someone would come along. 'Gotta find Elliott...or someone that can get him.' Halfway down the hall, her legs gave and Nora crumbled to the floor. Sweat on her brow, face flushed red, she curled up into a ball on the floor, moaning in pain. The muffled sound of running feet caught her attention, before dainty hands of a maid were shifting her up. Eyes heavy, she couldn't focus her gaze, all she wanted was to be in Elliott's arms. "My Lady? My lady! Please wake up!" Whimpering, Nora tried to force her eyes open, but she failed to. Feeling the maid leave her propped up, she must've fallen asleep at one point. Because a few moments passed and when she kinda came to, she could feel someone carrying her. By the sound of it, it was armor. Maybe the maid had found a guard on duty to carry her? "Mph...where" she rasped, only to hear someone gently shush her. "Someone's gone to get the lord. Just rest my Lady." Another maid had been sent to get Elliott. And when he was found, the young woman was panting. Taking the time to catch her breath, she was finally able to speak. "My lord...it's Lady Nora...she's not well!" By then, Nora had been returned to the room she shared with Elliott, stripped out of her clothes and put under a thin sheet to keep her cool. The guard who'd brought her to the room, left her in the care of two maids, to stand guard outside unless ordered otherwise. One maid went to the bathroom with a cloth, the other sat beside Nora, trying to keep her comfortable. Elliott stood in the center of his practice arena. His mind filling rage. He focused on it. Using his anger as a focus for his power. He thought about when he was weak. He focused on the feeling of being powerless as he parents died. Furthermore, he focused on the hate he felt for the prior nobility. The surrounding magic slowly channeled into his body. He could feel his muscles grow in size, their density increasing. He could feel his mind grow quicker, his reaction time and ability to analyze growing faster. Taking in a deep breath, he lunged. Leaping across the arena and slamming his fist into the first target dummy. Its form exploding into shard of wood. With the sweep of his leg through the shards of wood, they went flying in the direction of the next target dummy, slowly turning into shrapnel that blew large holes into the second dummy. More. More power. Elliott pushed himself further, channeling deeper. His muscles continued to grow but the pain, pushing through it Elliott continued to move around the room rapidly smashing, burning and disintegrating target dummies. Elliott could feel the pain subsiding, so increased the magic flow again, but without target dummies, turned to the stone wall. Smashing it with his fist repeatedly. The only thing bringing him out was seeing a terrified approaching." Nora sir... she is ill. One of the maidens found her unconscious in the hall." As soon as Elliott heard the words, he began sprinting, keeping his channel on magic where it was as he turned into a blur, moving through the castle walls as fast as he could before reaching their chamber doors. The guards on duty jumped at the suddenness of it and with a wave of his hand, they walked away from their current post. Elliott stepped into the room with sweat pouring off his face. He stepped beside the bed as he saw her, the color drawn from her face. Placing one hand on her leg, he looked to the maiden. "What happened to her ? She was fine this morning before she left. What happened ?" he asked, his tone serious as he stared down at the woman. "The maid that found her went and got a guard, who brought her here. And we helped him get her undressed, her clothes were soaked with sweat. But we don't know what's wrong. All we know is that she's burning up." The other maid appeared with a cold cloth, hurrying to lay it over Nora's forehead. "We called for a female healer to check her over." On the bed, hearing snippets of voices, Nora blindly reached out. She could feel Elliott's hand on her leg, the roughness of his skin upon her, and it made her weep. The maids left them alone, vowing to not speak of this, and hoped the two guards wouldn't either. "E-Elliott...please...hold me?" Rasping, she felt it was a struggle to even say that much. Hell, at this point, she didn't care if only a thin sheet covered her. She just wanted to be held by her lover. Hand still reaching for him, her fingers shook until she started coughing. Then her hand turned into a fist as the cough wracked her body. When it faded, she groaned, feeling even more tired and weak. What was he thinking of her now?" Don't be...mad...please?" She couldn't think straight, and being afraid of what was happening didn't make things easier. Then she wondered if anyone else was experiencing this, and her eyes cracked open to look at him. "I-Is anyone else...sick?" It was the only word she thought of to explain what was going on, but why out of the blue, and so fast? "Need...to find any others that are suffering. Must contain it." Feeling her eyelids slide closed, Nora fell back into a fitful sleep. By now, her hair was plastered to her neck and upper back, the veins in her body showing up under the parlor of her skin. In her fever dream, she saw herself. Dressed in black, just like how Elliott would dress. But there was something off about herself, something wicked and scary." If your not careful, you'll become me. You have an effect on him, and so does he on you. Evil and goodness are bound to each other." Shaking her head in her sleep, arms thrashing as if to knock away this other version of herself. Hearing cold laughter in her mind, the dream shifted to something happier and her body finally relaxed. Elliott could hear her words, and he did his best to comfort and hold her. The moment he pulled her close he could feel her temperature was through the roof, focusing his magic as calmly as he could, he could feel a slight coolness radiate from his hand, he placed it on her head to try and keep her from overheating. “Nora, I am here. I will do what I can to fix this okay, get some rest.” He said looking down to her with worry. Here she was in bed deathly ill, and she was worried about others. Always the caring type. He slowly ran his hand along her body, feeling her temperature. She was burning up. ‘This damn healer better get here fast or so help me.’ He thought to himself trying to stay calm amidst the situation. When Elliott saw the veins on her neck popping out he knew this wasn’t normal. With how rapidly this set in, and the severity that it was at now. This couldn’t be natural. Looking to one of the maids he waved them over. “Fetch Tobias for me, let him know this is urgent and needs to be kept under wraps.” He said in a very serious tone. As the maid left he looked back to Nora, concern in his eyes but also anger. He wouldn’t let this happen. Not again. He was powerless when his parents died. He couldn’t save them. Furthermore, he refused to let it happen to Nora. Elliott leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead, but she moved, her arms thrashing out, small whimpering whines left her lips. As quickly as the thrashing came it left, her temperature not changing, no other changes present. Placing that kiss on her forehead, he stood up from the bed. Looking at her, he focused his magic. Harnessing his anger and rage he pushed on the magic to fill his body. Moving his hand to hers, he intertwined their fingers and tried his best to force his magic into her. He had done this before, but where it was once an open river, this was damned. He felt blocked, something stood between his magic, not being able to flow into her. ‘DAMMIT. If I could give her my strength she might have been able to burn this off. What the fuck is going on.’ He thought, his rage beginning to build. Moments later the door opened, and a very winded healer walked into the door, setting her back by the bed. Elliott spoke first. “This was rapid, she was fine this morning when she woke and last night. She is burning up. She thrashed a few moments ago. Her veins are also visible.” he said motioning his hand towards her neck, slightly turning her head on the pillow so they were more noticeable. “Do you have any idea what the fuck this is?” He said in a harsh tone, he didn’t mean to. But the situation was beginning to worry him. The healer, an older woman with slightly graying hair at the sides of her temples, took a breath before looking up at him. "Pipe down and let me work. And yes, I've seen something similar." Stepping beside the bed, she sat down and rested a hand-over Nora's chest, her palm began to glow as she waved it over Nora. "She's blocking something, that could explain why she thrashed. As for the burning and the veins, it's a rapid fever. The kicker, it only happens to those with magic. For some who've never had magic, it's not easy for the body to adapt. For others, it's as easy as breathing. But when the fever sets in, it can cause mutations. Right now, her powers could be maturing and changing. So I suggest you help me by holding her down. This won't be pleasant for her." Standing up, the healer rolled up her sleeves, showing off the markings along her skin. The healer looked up at Elliott, her face settled into a serious expression. "Get ready to hold her down." Then the healer situated herself so she could rest her hands on either side of Nora's face. Gasping for air, Nora's eyes popped open, and she stared up at the healer as the older woman's hands started to glow. Then it began to hurt, why did it hurt so bad? Squinting her eyes, Nora started to thrash as the healer gripped her face, forcing her healing magic through her. "Hold her down now!" Struggling against those burning hands, Nora started to scream. "Get off of me!" Eyes opening once more, they weren't blue, but rather black, an alarming few seconds for the healer before she raised the heat of her hands." Be gone" the healer hissed, glaring into those blackened eyes who smirked back. As fast as it had come, Nora's eyes returned to blue, and she slumped back into the bed, feeling able to breath better. As the healer removed her hands, she looked to Elliott once again. "She'll need some form of special arm braces made. To keep her powers regulated. If not... I fear the worst could come true." Lowering her sleeves, the healer continued, but her voice was softer. "When she settles, run her a bath. It'd be best to join her so you can keep her from sinking into the tub, she'll be too weak to sit up. But she should be fine, with rest and food."" Don't forget the arm braces. Get them made immediately." Then the healer grabbed her bag and left the room. Once the door closed behind her, Nora groaned. "Elliott?" Her voice sounded clearer, her temperature had broken, the heat slowly fading from her skin as she laid in bed. "What happened?" Elliott listened to her words and nodded his head. "I will get someone on making them right away. Thank you." he said moving himself closer to Nora, his hand pulling her in tight as he embraced her. Never in all of his years had he seen something like what he saw in her eyes. That darkness... It was like the nightmare he saw. Dark figures over powering everyone. Looking to the door, he noticed Tobias was arriving at the same time the healer was leaving. Pointing to the healer quickly, he said "That healer, ask he the requirements of the arm braces Nora needs to be made. Make sure they are made discreetly. Once you speak with her, I will work with you on a few things. Thank you, Tobias." He said before looking back to Nora, he slowly brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as he did. "Nora, it's okay, I am here. Do you remember anything that happened ?" he asked as he looked down to her, his finger slowly brushing her cheek as he did. Judging by the tone of her voice it was unlikely that she did, but he had to be sure. He had to double-check whether she did. Moving his hand to her forehead, he confirmed her temperature was down. Letting out a sigh, he laid back in the bed. Millions of things were coursing through his head at that moment. Elliott couldn't understand what was actually happening. His mind was a mess. Nora nearly died, something. Some form of tainted magic made her ill. Nearly turned her into something else. And what did that healer say ? It was mutating her magic ? What could that mean.... This was a lot of information to take in, on top of it he worried about what it would mean for Nora. The possibility of him having to remove her magic was more realistic now. Would she need it to survive ? Would he even be able to do it anymore ? She could be more powerful than him... The worry about that wasn't something he was concerned with as much as the others. Looking to his side, where he held Nora, he leaned in and placed a kiss onto her head. "Nora, I am not sure how to say this, but something infected you. Some... foul disease or magic. I am not sure what it was, but it changed your magic, and it permanently changed you. Please. Please be careful with it. Next time you train, I would like to be there. Just in case." he said before letting out a sigh." Whatever this is, we will make it through it okay ? I'm going to work with Tobias and do some research." he said before looking back to the door with a sigh. He wondered what the bracers would take to make. Then slowly he began to think about whether this was an attack on them by someone in the court. If they caught on to her secret and decided to do this. It wasn't far-fetched but was it even possible ? It was an illness, there was no guarantee she would even be infected by it. His mind roamed the thoughts before remembering he was with Nora. "Nora how do you feel by the way ?" he asked. When Elliott asked if she remembered what happened, Nora furrowed her brows in concentration. "I remember stumbling out of the training room, looking for you. But then I crumpled to the floor and vaguely remember a maid finding me. After that, it's all a blur of sounds and someone carrying me in here. But I did have a...strange dream." The black eyed version of herself flashed in her mind and she flinched away. "I saw myself, but I was all wrong." Pressing herself into the comfort of his arms, Nora continued. "The dark me said if I wasn't careful, I could become her. And then she said if I have an effect on you, then you have an effect on me. Then she said something about evil and goodness being bound to each other." When Elliott explained that something infected her, that it changed her magic and her permanently, fear filled her stomach. "You want to watch me train? What do you think I'm going to do? Lose my mind and go crazy?" Pulling away from him, her body protesting, but she needed to be face to face with him. Turning to look at Elliott, "I am not a threat. And don't try to coddle me. I'm not going to change or become some monster, weird dream or not." Then she looked away, panting from the strain of sitting up and forcing herself to move. "I thought if anything went wrong, it'd be years down the road...but now that it's happened so quick... I'm scared." Closing her eyes as tears began to pool there, she started to shake. "Why me Elliott? What did I do to earn this punishment?" Elliott reached his hand out to hers as she spoke. “Nora. I don’t think you are going to lose your mind or anything like that. This is new territory. We have no idea how it impacted your magic. I want to be there to see how it affected you. I’m worried more for you than anything else.” He said in a solemn tone before pulling her hand to his mouth, he kissed the back of it softly. As she pulled away and looked at him, he sighed as he looked back to her. “I am not trying to coddle you In any way, but you are the woman I intend to spend my life with. At this moment we don’t know if this was a freak occurrence or someone in the court orchestrated it. And until we learn more, we need to handle this carefully.” Elliott watched her face and could see the mixture of pain and exhaustion on her face. He moved closer to her, leaning his head onto hers, so their foreheads were touching. “Nora you did nothing wrong. I told you how cruel this world was when we met. It is why I am here now. We will handle this together. That’s a promise.” Elliott adjusted his head and kissed her forehead slowly before pulling back. “Do you want me to tell you something ? I have been having nightmares. For well over a week now.” He said adjusting his position so they were back to looking face to face. “Everyone. And I mean everyone dies. No matter what I do. They all die… I have increased my training. I fear these things are an omen of times to come.” He said looking down to his hands, clenching fists before releasing them. “I won’t let these things happen. I am tired of being powerless. With enough power and I can change everything.” He said before taking in a deep breath as he looked up to Nora. Elliott reached his arms out to pull her into a tight embrace. “I am just glad you are okay.” He said in a whisper as he planted a kiss to her lips. Elliott knew these things couldn’t all be a coincidence. And the words she spoke of. Good and evil are attracted. Was he somehow tainting her ? The thought concerned him deeply. And he knew he had some research to do. The sickness Nora experienced. The effects of magic influence. Hell he had to do some investigation with the court. See if someone was involved. More than ever did they need that vacation from the ever-growing responsibilities.

Tyrant's Lover.|rating:3.0

A dangerous life(Closed)

Matt: Age 21 6'1 brown hair blue eyes tone athletic body. Matt's life seemed to be pretty normal. He had the perfect girlfriend that he met in high school and was in training to become a police officer. After taking his tests and running the training and obstacle courses he showed up one day to find out if he made the squad or not and was greeted by two men in suits whom he has never seen before. They told him that they worked for a spy organization and that they want him as part as their team after seeing his test scores and such. They pay seemed much better and the job seemed cooler as well. So of course Matt agreed to become one of them. After several training missions he was quickly learning the way of the spy and picking up all the traits of one too. Always staying alert and hidden. Matt also found it surprisingly easy to keep this hidden from his family and girlfriend. They all thought he was out doing his job as a cop when he was gone. This all happened when he was just 19 and two years later he was one of the best spies in the organization. His specialty was stealth missions. Although at first he was against killing he got over that once he was tasked wit several assassination missions. The people he killed deserved it, they were doing evil things so he was okay with that, but he only killed people he deemed were truly bad. Like the guy he was tracking now, Ivan Ivanovich, he was a Russian warlord. Ivan was a weapon supplier and drug lord. He had his own personal army and stayed at a fortified compound in Russia. Matt was working on this mission for two months now and was tasked with finding and eliminating several of Ivan's high ranking crew members that were in the U.S. He found two out of the three and with each one he took down the closer he got to Ivan from information he obtained either from the members talking or intel he stole from the computers. The last one he was looking for, Dimitri, was a hard one to find. He had a few possible whereabouts that he could be hiding and there was only one way to find out if he was there or not. After checking the three locations he was at a dead end. Giving up for the day Matt started to make his way back home, which would take a couple of hours since was two states over. {"Light box_close": "Close", "light box_next": "Next", "light box_previous": "Previous", "light box_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "light box_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "light box_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "light box_full_screen": "Full screen", "light box_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "light box_download": "Download", "light box_share": "Share", "light box_zoom": "Zoom", "light box_new_window": "New window", "light box_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar"} Alana Rose's life seemed perfectly normal. She had the body of her cheer leading days. Flaming orange hair. And deep chocolate eyes. Alana was a just few inches shorter than Matt and when she stood at his side on bate feet, she reached his shoulders. Add heels and she practically matched his height. She was just seventeen and in her junior year of high school when she met Matt. A year later they were dating. Both were eighteen and graduating seniors. When they were nineteen, Alana and Matt moved in together. Alana was going to school at a local community collage and was working part-time at Rue21. A clothing store in their local mall. She loved her job. Matt had been training to become cop. One day Matt had come all smiles and grins. He had gotten the job and sex that night had been more powerful than before. It had taken a week for Alana to not walk a little funny. Now two years later, they were both 21. Alana had gotten her Associates Degree and was working full-time now. Live seemed perfect. She had a wonderful job. The perfect boyfriend. And the plus side was that said boyfriend was also a cop. She had a good sex life, a steady income...where could things go wrong for her? Alana had just finished her shift and was helping to close down the store before she left the mall. The mall itself still had at least an hour till closing time and the crowds were dying down. She said her good nights to the girls she worked with then stepped out into the parking lot. Pulling her phone out and shuffling through her purse for her car keys. She couldn't wait to get home and cook a nice meal with Matt, eat, then snuggle up on the couch with her boyfriend for a while before putting on a video that would make things heated and bring them to the bedroom. Unless they got kinky and did it just right there and then on the couch. Matt was picked up by the company's jet and flown back to the state he lived in so he could be home at a reasonable hour. After stopping at the local office which was located at a warehouse by the shipping yard, and doing a debriefing to his boss Matt was on his way home. He lived about thirty minutes away from his house and got home just as the sun had set. He saw Alana's car sitting in the driveway and he grinned. Furthermore, he was happy to come home to such an amazing girlfriend every night he couldn't ask for a more perfect girlfriend. He walked inside instantly getting a smell of the delicious meal Alana was cooking for them. Walking into the kitchen he walked up behind her since she was at the stove and had her back to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. Looking over her shoulder and down at what she was cooking. "Hey Laney how was your day sweetie" He asked softly before kissing the side of her neck softly. Alana got home before Matt, she always did. She never thought anything of it. Alana just always assumed he showered at work in the men locker room and changed there before coming home. It never bothered her. She had perfect logical sense on her reasoning. By the time Matt had gotten home, dinner was almost ready. She had a roast chicken staying warm in the oven, mashed potatoes staying warm on the hot stove, and was just finishing cooking some pasta noodles for a pasta salad. From the kitchen window she saw Matt pulling in and she smiled. She went over to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of white whine and set it on the table with some wine glasses. Returning to the stove and turning the noodles off, she was getting ready to take it off the stove when Matt came in and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. She glanced over at him and giggled softly as he called her Laney. His nickname/pet name for her. "Work was good. How was yours?" She asked. Head tilting slightly to the side as he kissed her neck. She turned in his arms and kissed him softly for a moment before she carefully detached herself and took the noodles to the sink to be drained. As Alana detached herself and started tending to the food Matt went over to the table and opened the wine pouring a glass for both him and his girlfriend. "Work was a little hectic. But coming home to my beautiful girlfriend makes my whole day better." He said as he sat down at the table in his chair. He didn't bother asking if she needed help because she never did she was perfect at cooking and always asked for his help if she needed it. As he sat there and watched Alana finish up cooking their dinner he wondered what she would think if she found out he was a spy. Would she hate him for keeping a secret like this from her for so long or would she understand why he kept a secret like this from her to protect her? He hoped he never found out how she reacted. Matt did feel shitty for lying to her like this but had no choice. "AAAW. Thanks baby!" Alana said cheerfully. Her heart having skipped a beat at his sweet words. Alana drained the noodles then stuck them in a bowl. Mixing in a quarter cup of Tuscan House Italian Dressing, and some salad seasoning, she started to mix up the salad nicely before placing it on the table. Stopping for a moment to sip her wine and smile more before returning to the stove. Putting the mash potatoes into a bowl as well, she would set it on the table and nod happily before doing the same with the chicken. The garlic bread that had been cooking in the upper oven was done now, and she took it out. Arranging them in a bread basket, she brought it to the table and smiled at her work. "Looks yummy!" She said proudly then took her seat near Matt and let him serve himself first while she happily sipped at the wine. "I'm glad I make your days better." The meal that Alana prepared for them made Matt's mouth water. It looked and smelled so delicious he couldn't wait to start eating. He smiled at his girlfriend as she sat down near him and started sipping her wine. "Yeah it looks so good baby" He said as he stood up and started serving himself. Cutting up the chicken and putting a few slices on his plate along with a couple scoops of mashed potatoes and some of the pasta salad followed by two slices of garlic bread. He then served Alana putting a little bit of everything on her plate before he sat back down. Reaching a hand under the table and placing his hand on Alana's thigh. Rubbing softly as he sipped his wine. Then he continued to start eating his dinner. Getting a quick taste of everything which brought a smile to his face. "I love your cooking Laney" He said as he then started to eat the food off his plate little by little savoring the tastes. After Matt had fixed his own plate, she watched as he fixed hers and set it down in front of her. Matt was just sweet like that. Even though Alana had always been fully prepared and capable of fixing her own plate, Matt always did it for her. She thanked him with a kiss and began to eat with him. Washing it down with small sips of her wine. Wine was always sipped. Never gulped down. She felt his hand on her thigh and she reached down and took his hand. Squeezing it. "I'm glad you like it Matt." She said as she ate right along with him. It was a perfectly normal night. Alana never needed a fancy night. She never needed to have something special planed. Just coming home and making a good meal and then snuggling up with Matt on the couch, was always wonderful enough for her. "I love it" Matt said as he held Alana's hands. They sat there in a comfortable silence as they slowly ate their delicious dinner. He loved how they could sit there and not say a word, and it not be the slightest bit awkward. They truly had something special. Matt cleared his plate and had some seconds before he was finished eating and sipped the last of the wine. When they were both done eating he helped cleared the table putting their dishes into the dishwasher. Sitting back down next to Alana. "So what would you like to do tonight Laney?" The rest of dinner was taken in a comfortable silence. Hand in hand under the table. Matt had seconds and Alana shook her head a bit. It was to be expected though. They chatted a little about work and tried to make planes for the weekend for themselves. Before long they were both done and Alana helped him clear off the table, but he made her sit back down when she went for the dishes. She didn't fight. She went and sat down and watched him as she sipped the last of her wine. When he was done, he came back over, and they took hands again. "Why don't we go snuggle on the couch? Maybe a late night movie. Some popcorn... I would say more wine, but we don't need to have two glasses in a night. So we'll switch to soda or water." "Popcorn and a movie is then baby. I'm going to get into some more comfortable clothes and then make the popcorn. You work on picking out the movie." Matt got up and then went to go change. Stripping off his work clothes until he was completely naked and then pulled on just a pair of shorts, the ones Laney liked because they fit him tightly and showed the outline of his bulge and he threw on a shirt as well. Heading back into the kitchen to make the popcorn he was looking forward to spending a night on the couch with his girlfriend. After Matt got up, she smiled and looked down at herself. Changing into sweatpants and tank tops was always the first thing she did whenever she came home from work. Getting up from the table, she got her choice of soda and got out a soda for Matt. Walking into the living room, she set them down on the small coffee table and then went over to their shelf of DVDs. Her eyes scanned over the DVDs till she found two, and then she stood there debating but came to settle down on Queen of the Damned. Happy with her choice, she put the Anne Rice novel turned movie into the DVD player and sat down to wait for her most wonderful. Even though nights like these were simple and relaxing, to Alana they were special. And that was all that mattered. Matt entered the living room to see the main menu of the DVD displayed on the screen, and he was pleased with her pick of movie. Setting the bowl of popcorn on the table he sat on the couch. Putting his back on the side of the couch and pulled Alana between his legs so her back was leaning against his chest. He loved the way she smelled, and he wrapped his arms around her holding her close to him. He brushed the hair away from the back of her neck, and he kissed her a couple of times along her soft sweet skin. Alana snuggled back against him and hit play. The movie began, and she laid her head against his chest. Matt's fingers brushed her hair away from her neck and began to kiss her a couple of times along her neck. Alana giggled and wiggled her bum playfully against his bulge with a grin. They never could get through a while movie before their activities landed them in the bedroom. And if not the bedroom, then right there and then on the couch. Matt sighed softly against Alana's neck when he felt her wiggle her butt against his bulge. He loved her pert tight ass and the was it felt against him made him harden quickly. His erect member pressed snugly between her cheeks. One of his hands went to her thigh and started rubbing softly from the outside of her sweatpants. His other hand went up under her shirt and found her nice perky breasts. He started caressing them and playing with her nipples getting them hard. He used his thumb to play with her nipples while caressing her breasts. Alana shivered when she felt his warm breath tickle her neck with a sigh. She moved closer against him and felt his member snuggled between her cheeks. One Ovis hands went to her thigh and started to rub it softly through her sweatpants. Alana spread her legs and arched her back a bit as his other hand went under her tank top and bra and started to caress her perky breasts. Using his thumb to play with her nipples and making them harden. "Mummy..." She moaned pressed her back into his chest. Just like usual they stopped paying attention to the movie and focused on having more fun. Matt grabbed the bottom of Alana's shirt and pulled it over her head tossing it on the floor. Leaning her forward some to unsnap her bra and take that off tossing it on the ground as well. Running a fingertip up along her spine before pulling her back against him and attacking her neck with kisses again. His hands now cupping her bare breasts. Tank top gone, she leaned forward and heard her bra clasp becoming undone. Her bra followed her tank top to the floor and as his fingertip ran along her spine, she shivered and groaned a bit as goosebumps trailed her arms. His arms wrapped around her again and she was pulled back against him. He attacked her neck with kisses again, and she tilted her head back against his shoulder as his hands now cupped her breasts. "Mammal. Pooh, Matt." Matt was still rubbing Alana's inner thigh from the outside of her soft sweatpants. His huge cock was almost fully hard between her two cheeks, and he started moving his hips slightly to rub his member between her two pert soft cheeks. He loved the life he was living, the days filled with excitement and action, and he got to come home to a beautiful girlfriend whom which he shared an amazing sex life with. Alana was growing wet by the minute and him rubbing himself between her ass was more teasing than she could bear. Turning around in his lap, she straddled his waist and moved her hips forward once against his bulge as she pressed her lips to his as she held his hands to her breasts. Alana turned around and straddled his lap causing her pussy to rub up against his bulge. They started making out as she held his hand to her breasts. After a few minutes of staying in this position Matt leaned forward and laid Alana on her back. Grabbing the waistband of her sweatpants he pulled them down kissing his way back up her leg to grab her panties with his teeth and slowly pull them down exposing her bare pussy to him. Then he kissed his way back up her other leg and then started to eat her out, lapping his tongue along her moist lips while still caressing her breasts with his big hands. The couch was under her back before she knew it and his fingers had curled around the waistband of her sweatpants. She arched her lower body so he could get them off her and once they were, she watched him kiss up one leg to her panties. Alana smiled and giggled as he took hold of her panties in his teeth and pulled them down. "Louis... That's hot, love." She said with a grin and watched as her sweatpants and panties were dropped to the floor with the rest of her clothing. Now she laid naked before him. His lips trailed up along her other leg and she moaned softly. Alana then Elvis lips make contact with her bare pussy, and he began to eat her out. His tongue lapping along her moist lips while his hands still caressed along her breasts. He always did like to tease her and get her worked up first. "Jewish god that feels amazing!" Matt's lips curled into a grin when his girlfriend told him how good it felt. Using his fingers he spread her pink lips apart and kept lapping his tongue along her wet pink warmth. Teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Circling the little hard nub and occasionally sucking on it lovingly. He was now playing with her hard pink nipples, using his thumb and index finger to rub and tease them and lightly pulling on them as well. Alana's hips bucked under him as he teased her clit with his tongue. Circling the little hard and sometimes sucking on it lovingly. "Voodoo yes!" Her breathing was starting to quicken as she arched breasts into his hand. His thumb and index finger was rubbing her nipples. Teasing them by lightly pulling on them. Alana's cunt was growing wetter by the second. "Voodoo god baby. You're driving me crazy!" Matt stood up after Alana said he was driving her crazy, but not before planting a light kiss on her pussy. Pulling down his shorts letting his long thick cock spring forward. Standing in front of the couch he pulled his girlfriend a little, so his cock was lined up with her soaking wet pussy. Grabbing his cock he pushed forward some starting to spread her out. She was always so tight he had to take it slow at first to let her tight cunt adjust to having his huge cock inside of her. Slowly working the entire length of his member into her keeping eye contact with her as he did so. She felt so good wrapped around him, she had the perfect pussy. Starting off slow with his thrusts Matt started working up the pace of his thrusts. Alana moved towards the edge of the couch with his help. He was careful when pulling her down on the couch to prevent a rug burn of sorts against her skin. He was lined up with her pussy now and Alana smiled a little as she watched him rub along her lips a bit before pushing into her. Starting spread her out. "Mmmmmmm..." He was taking it slow because she was always so tight. He loved it. And so she did she. It made sex even better with him! Slowly but surely his entire length was worked into her. Slowly but surely, his thrusts started to work up the pace. "Louis fuck yes, Matt! God your cock feels so good inside my cunt!" "And it feels so good to be inside you baby" Matt groaned out as he was now working at a constant hard rhythm. Pounding his cock deep into Alana's tight wet cunt over and over again. Having sex with his girlfriend was the only thing that could take his mind off of the secret life he lived as a spy. He looked down and watched his long stiff cock slide out and then disappear back inside her. He was surprised her stomach wasn't bulging out from how deep he was reaching into her pussy. Alana moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling him deeper into her. Alana loved the way her boyfriend fucked her. No other guy would EVER be able to fill his place. "Voodoo god Matt! You're so fucking deep!" She moaned out loudly. Alana would pull him down by his neck with a giggle and pressed her lips to his in a deep and hungry kiss. Her tongue darting into his mouth to rub and slide against his own. Her fingers ran through his hair and down his arms. Tracing his muscles. She moved her hands to his chest and traced his abs. God! He was muscled and handsome! Sometimes Alana loved to just there and watch him work out. Loved to watch the outline of his cock appear bigger in his shorts as he worked out. It was a MAJOR turn on and once they got home from the gym, she practically jumped him before they could make it to the bedroom. Now, Alana and Matt did have days when they did just simply relax in each other's arms on the couch and watch a movie then go to bed. Alana always snuggling herself into his chest or side. However close she could get herself to him at night. Just enjoying him being close and holding her. Their sex life and relationship was perfectly healthy. Matt grinned into the deep hungry kiss Alana gave him and returned it with great passion. Their tongues dancing together in his mouth swapping each others' saliva. Her soft hands running over his body, tracing his muscles which he loved when she did that. The way she eyed and worshiped his body was such a turn on. After a while, Alana pulled back from the kiss with a gasp of air but kept him held close to her. "Harder Matt. Please, fuck me harder!" She moaned into his ear pleading. She liked it rough. And harder always became rougher. Rougher led to faster. Faster...meant the most amazing orgasm of her life! Her legs tightened around his waist. Her fingers continuing to trace his muscles. Matt grinned when Alana moaned into his ear that she wanted it harder. They always had rough intense sex with the occasional slow passionate love making, but the rough sex always leads to amazing orgasms. "Yeah you want me to fuck your tight pussy harder baby?" He said as he started moving his hips faster and harder. Thrusting into her with everything he had burying his massive cock so deep in her tight warmth. He loved hearing the sound of their bodies meeting when he thrust into her which made a slapping sound. It made him try and go harder and faster to make that sound louder. Alana groaned and tilted her head back with a gasped scream. "Voodoo fuck yes! Fuck my tight pussy harder!" She said dirty to him. Her hips arching to meet him eagerly as he fucked her harder. His cock buried deeply in her tight cunt! Alana knew he loved hearing their bodies meet as he fucked her. She knew it made him go harder and faster just to make that sound louder for him. And she loved it when he went harder and faster. It was a win, win situation! Matt loved hearing Alana talk back to him so dirty it was a huge turn on. He was now using all of his energy and fucking his girlfriend as hard as he could. His body damp with sweat as his hips were moving as fast and hard as his body allowed them to. His massive cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston. Matt then grin wickedly at the thought that just popped into his head. Placing a hand behind her neck and another on one of her cheeks he lifted her up off the couch and held her up, her body pressed against his moist tone body. He held her forehead to his as he gazed into her eyes as he fucked her standing up. Every time he thrust hard and very deep into her, her body bounced up from the force of his thrusts. Their bodies had become damped in sweat as she was fucked with all his energy. His hips moving him in and out of her like a piston. "Pooh fuck yes!" She screams and then was surprised as he picked her up and fucked her while he stood up. She gasps and tilted her head back. Legs wrapped around his waist. "Louis god yes! Yes!" Alana screamed out. Panting as their moist bodies were pressed up against each other. Her bouncing up from the force of his thrusts. Their foreheads pressed against each other. "Oh fuck! Fuck, Matt, I'm going to cum!" Matt was very close to the edge as well getting very close to pumping Alana's pussy full of his cum. He slapped the side of her ass firmly as he kept thrusting up into her deeply. With her breasts just inches from his face he couldn't resist so he latched his lips on one of her hard pink nipples and started sucking on it. Feeling the other breast rubbing against the side of his face as he kept fucking her. Alana's head tilted back as she felt his lips latch around one of her hardened nipples. Sucking on it. She had moaned when her ass had been slapped firmly and she tightened more. "Fuuuuuuck! I'm going to cum!!" She screams and rocks her hips forward against him a little. A few more times of his cock rubbing against her sweet spot, and Alana's orgasm had tilted her over the edge. "Matt, I'm cumming!!!!!" She screamed as she arched her back. Body shaking with her orgasm. Matt could tell by the way Alana's pussy was tightening around him that she was going to have an orgasm at any second. Almost exactly when his girlfriend came he erupted inside her. Their cum mixing inside her tight tunnel and coating her inner walls and his cock starting to ooze from her pussy around his cock. "MMM fuck!!" He groaned out as he kept thrusting into her using his cock until it started to go soft. After her orgasm had subsided, and his cock had softened, she leaned against him and laid her forehead against his shoulder. Relaxing her legs a little bit as they now partially felt weak and like jello. "Oh god..... That was fucking amazing." She said as she softly kissed him on the neck and nuzzled him. One her hands running her fingers through his hair softly. She could practically just go curl up in bed now and pass out with him holding her close and making her night feel protected and safe. Matt grinned when Alana told him how amazing it was and then nuzzled against his neck. He always enjoyed laying in bed and cuddling with her after they had sex until she fell asleep in his arms. Still holding her up he carried her to their bedroom and set her down on her side of the bed removing his soft cock from her pussy as he laid down next to her. They were both on their sides, and he was laying behind her and wrapped his arms around her as he cuddled close to her. "I love you Laney" Alana giggled as he carried them upstairs to their room and set her down on the side of the bed. He removed his cock from inside of her and laid down beside her after she had laid down and made herself comfy under the blankets. He held her close and she smiled. His arms wrapped around her let her know that she couldn't be harmed by anything or anyone tonight. "I love you too Matt," Alana told him. Smiling more at the use of nickname as she laid her head against his chest with a yawn then began to fall asleep. Life was perfect. But things were about to take an unexpected turn come morning... Matt kissed Alana softly one last time before she drifted off to sleep. He fell asleep a few minutes later with a smile on his face, life couldn't be any better. He woke up in the morning to the annoying sound of his alarm and thought that morning came too fast he wanted to just stay in bed with his girlfriend, but he needed to get ready for work. Looking over at Alana as she was still sleeping she looked so peaceful and beautiful he didn't want to disturb her. Kissing her softly on the forehead he climbed out of bed to go take a shower eat a quick breakfast and get ready and then leave for the office. Alana would wake up to the sounds of her boyfriend in the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she hugged his pillow and inhaled his scent. Smiling to herself, she went about to get showered and dressed in a plaid skirt that went to just above her knees as well as a black tank top. Her undergarments were black today as well. Heading downstairs, she walks up behind Matt and wraps her arms around his waist from behind him and lays her head on his shoulder. "MMM.... Good morning." She says as she kisses his neck then breaks to get herself some coffee. "Good morning my love" He said softly as he watched her walking over to the coffee pot liking hot cute she looked in what she was wearing. He was really dreading work today he just wanted to spend the day with Alana. Unfortunately he had a warlord to find and take down. "Alright baby I have to get going. I will be home around dinner time. Love you" He said before kissing her before he walked out from the house and got in his car and headed to the office. "Love you too, Matt." She said as she kissed him back and held him there for a long moment before letting him go and walking to the door with him. Watching him go and waving till he was out of sight. Something she always did. It was like an affectionate gesture. She locks the door behind her as she closes it and returns to the kitchen for her own breakfast and coffee. Afterwords, Alana herself left for work. Locking the door behind her. The mall was busy and packed as always. Families on outings, teens just getting out of school with the middle schoolers and coming to hang out and shop. It was a normal day. Alana grabbed lunch from the Subway in the food court then went back to work. She was glad when the day began to wind down. She couldn't wait to get home to Matt. Closing time for the shop came and like always she helped with closing the shop. Doing whatever needed to be done. Once the shop was closed, she goodnight to the people she worked with who had become her friends and left the mall. Returning to the parking lot and going to her car. Matt was not having a good day. The trail of Ivan and his goons has gone cold. It was almost like they found out he was looking for them, or they just got lucky. So he spent the day searching through mountains of intelligence and files trying to find any clues that would lead him to them. No luck at all, it seemed Ivan has gone off the grid. There was a windowless van sitting in the mall parking lot waiting for Alana when she got off work. Once they confirmed it was her the two thugs climbed out and approached her from behind. In one quick motion they put a bag over her head and picked her up quickly getting her in the back of the van and then hopped in, and the driver took off. They drove to an abandoned warehouse where they unloaded her and tied her to a chair and when they lifted off the bag there was Ivan Ivanovich standing there in front of her. Of course, she didn't know who this man was, but this was certainly going to change Matt and Alana's lives forever. As Alana is grabbed, she screams and struggles against the men to get loose. Her purse, phone, and keys had been dropped to the ground at her car. Around her, she briefly hears the sound of men talking, but she can't tell which voice belongs to whom. She knows she's in a van, cause of the way the door closes. But she doesn't know the color or type. She keeps struggling and it eventually comes to being pointless as she something hard hits her and all goes black. When she comes to again, head hurting with a headache, her eyes are meant with blinding light. It takes a moment before her vision clears and the light dims. She sees a strange man standing before her. Her heart races with fear. She can't see much anything around her, but she can feel the ropes that bind her to the chair. She doesn't speak. But her mind was wondering what the hell was going on and who this man was. Ivan said nothing to the girl and just stared at her with his evil look. This was certainly his ticket to getting Matt to show himself, and then he would kill him and put an end to Matt's search. He picked up a camera off the table and took a picture of Alana. "Make sure that Matt gets this and tell him that we will trade his life for hers." He said in his Russian accent as he handed the camera to one of his goons who started to work on the task he was just given. Alana had to close her eyes for a moment after being blinded by the camera's flash. She was terrified and couldn't get herself to say anything. Hearing Matt's name, she listens to this man with the Russian accent and her eyes widen. Trade his...his life?? What the hell was going on?! "Where am I? What do you want with me?" She asks shakily. She knew she was pale and shaking. Furthermore, she knew her heart was racing. But she had to be fighter. She wiggles her wrists a bit. Trying to turn her hands or wiggle her wrists loose enough to bend her hands forward towards the ropes to hopefully untie it. Ivan and all the other Russians laughed at her once she started to struggle, knowing damn well she wasn't getting out of the chair. They all left the room closing the solid metal door behind them with a loud locking sound as it closed. Nothing but stone walls surrounded her with no windows and one light bulb that was dimly lit.Meanwhile, Matt's day ended with nothing coming out of it but dead ends. The ride back home went pretty quickly, and he was eager to get home to his amazing girlfriend. He pulled into the driveway wondering why Alana's car wasn't at the house. Maybe she had to stay late to help clean the store. When he stepped on the porch he saw the door was open a bit. He pulled out the gun he always carried on him and entered the house. "Alana?!" He shouted out as he cleared the house stopping in the bedroom when there was a big yellow envelope on Alana's pillow. He opened it and saw the picture of his girlfriend tied to a chair. Then he read the letter attached to it. "Matthew, I assume by now you know that we have your beloved Alana. We will let her go unharmed as long as you go to pier 45 at midnight alone""Fuck!" Matt shouted out as he swiped everything off the nightstand next to him in frustration. He knew that it had to be Ivan because anyone else that knew about his job worked with him or was either dead or in prison. The next couple of hours was spent in his armory secretly positioned beneath the garage. Loading his car up with guns and ammunition. He knew they wanted him dead in exchange for Alana's life, but he was going to take Ivan out and save Alana or die trying. She jumped at the sound of the door closing behind them. With a sigh, she pulls her knees to her chest in the chair and lays her head down on her knees. Her eyes closing as she tries to focus on getting a bit of rest while she could in case things got worse. She feared they would rape her or something. She didn't have a clue on what was going on and such her mind feared the natural things. Such as rape or torture or some other horrible thing you hear about on TV, but think could never happen to you till it does. This was one of those times. Matt showed up around eleven to scout out the area. There were multiple guards at various posts all around the warehouse which was going to make it impossible to walk up undetected. So deciding on taking the left side of the warehouse he started to sneak his way through the shadows. Picking off any guard that he couldn't sneak by with his silenced 9mm pistol or coming up behind them and choking them until they passed out. He finally reached the back of the warehouse undetected and took a look inside. His eyes widened when he saw Ivan standing there with about twenty of his goons. This was going to prove difficult for even Matt, one of the most skilled agents. He could see a metal door off on the side of the room and knew that had to be where they were keeping Alana. There was no way he would be getting the keys, which were most likely on Ivan, to open that door. So off he went to form a plan. Minutes later he cut the power to the warehouse and when it was pitch black in the room he took advantage of his night vision goggles and snuck his way in and stayed along the wall to reach the metal door. He placed small amounts of C4 on the hinges to blow the door down when triggered. Then he got out his special weapon he created. It was five flash bang grenades attached together and backed away from the metal door. He pulled the pin and got ready to throw it and then triggered the C4 blowing the door down. That got everyone's attention, and then he tossed the 5bang, which he called it, and entered the room they were keeping Alana and ducked behind the wall just in time to not be affected by the 5bang. So while everyone was disoriented he cut Alana loose from the chair and carried her out quickly before their vision came back. Running straight from the warehouse to the bay behind it and jumped in. Of course, he planned this out so he had two personal air tanks on him enough to last the swim to the other side of the bay. They reached the docks on the other side, and he climbed out and then helped Alana out of the chilly water. It was a full moon so she would be able to make out it was him when she looked at him. Matt knew he would have some explaining to do, and was also very frustrated that he did not have the opportunity to take out Ivan. Once the lights went out, Alana's eyes opened, and she looked around the room she was in with some fear. Then once all the banging begins, she screams and flinches. Struggling a little more. The door to her room opened, and she couldn't see anything much less hear over everything. She felt her ropes being cut and knew then that this was someone who was helping her. So she had no choice but to trust this person. Taking their hand, she followed her rescuer out of the warehouse to the bay behind it. She was hooked up to an air tank, and before she could question, she was pulled along into the water. Her eyes closing tightly for a moment before she told herself to swim. Once on the other side, and surfaced, she took the breather out of her mouth and coughed slightly as she took his help and got out of the water. Her clothes soaked. It wasn't till she was being unhooked from the tank did she notice it was Matt. She just looked at him a little breathlessly and with question. "What the hell is going on?! Who were those guys!?" Matt discarded of the small oxygen tank dropping it on the ground while looking across the bay to see if anyone was following. From what he could see there was no one, he knew though that he had to get moving because Ivan would know it was him, and since he knew where Matt lived it would not be safe to go back home. After making sure that Alana was okay he looked at her and was ready to explain himself." So I'm not a cop... I'm a spy. I kept it secret from you to protect you but even that didn't help out in the end. You can hate me if you want over this, but we need to get going and get somewhere safe" Matt walked to the end of the dock and got in a car he had parked there, waiting for Alana to follow him. He had a safe house that was a cabin up in the forest further up the state a few hours away. "A spy?! A spy?!" She yells. Shaking her head and throwing her hands in the air. For a while part of her was actually contemplating leaving him for this as soon as she was safe again. But as quick the thought came, so too did the stab to her heart. No. She couldn't leave him. It would hurt too much. Sighing, she followed after him and got into the car. Putting on her seat belt, she folds her arms over her chest and looks out the window. Some quiet and a chance to think and let it all sink in, and she would be good for a civilized conversation that would help them work through this, so their relationship could stay intact. After driving for a few minutes in complete silence Matt broke the silence and started talking. "Look I know you are probably pissed at me, but I also hope you understand why I couldn't tell you. I was protecting you by keeping this secret. But after this close call I am thinking about throwing in the towel on this job. I never wanted anything like this to ever happen to you, I put you in danger by having this job and am I willing to give it up for you Laney" Laney.... She couldn't stay mad when he called her that. It was like a weakness. A flip of the switch and she melted! "I know...." She said with a sigh. Relaxing her arms as she turned her head to face him. "Sure I'm mad but... I don't want...you to give up something you love for me but at the sometime I don't want to spend the rest of my life in fear of this shit happening all over again." She said as she reached out with one hand and squeezed one of his. "If there's one thing I'm sure of, I don't want to lose you. So I'm not going anywhere no matter what you choose." Alana said. Smiling a little bit. "And I'm willing to learn how to keep safe and let you put up security systems if you like." Matt was more than willing to teach Alana some of the basics of self-defense and security as long as she wanted to learn. He knew that they would have to constantly be looking over their shoulders until this all was over, and the only way that would happen is if he kills Ivan. Of course that won't be easy because Ivan would go back into hiding and be even harder to find than he was before because his goons would be after Matt and Alana. They finally arrived at the safe house in the woods, and he told her to stay in the car while he went and checked that everything was safe. Then he came out to get her and brought her inside. "Look you had a rough day so if you want to go get some sleep you can. I'm going to stay up and keep watch." Alana nods her head a little bit and goes to the bedroom. Slipping out of her pants, she took her top off and slid her bra out from under her tank top. So left in her tank top without a bra and in her panties, Alana crawled into bed and snuggled herself up under the blankets and sheets to warm her slightly soaked body. Her feet rubbed together and against her legs a little to get her warm as she held the blankets close to her. Once she felt comfortable and warm enough, her eyes closed, and she started to drift off to sleep. Matt watched as his girlfriend stripped down to what she was going to sleep in and wanted nothing more than to climb in bed with her and fuck away the thoughts of what happened to her, but he had to focus on keeping her safe for the night. Matt spent the night looking out the windows with his handgun in one hand ready to take down anyone that approached the house. Morning came and as the sun started shining through the trees his eyes were feeling very heavy. If no one tried anything during the night they weren't likely to attack during the day. Walking over into the other room he sat on the edge of the bed setting his gun on the nightstand and laid back on the bed almost instantly falling asleep. Morning came and after Alana had stretched and yawned and rubbed her eyes and basically woke herself up, she laid there in the bed staring at the empty space beside her. She couldn't help but frown. She had hoped Matt would have joined her. Tossing away the covers, she got up from the bed, staying dressed in what she was already in, and searched the house for her boyfriend. Finding him asleep in the other room on the bed, Alana pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with him. She snuggled herself up against him and felt much better now as she closed her eyes and decided today it was okay to sleep in. Besides. Her keys, purse, and cell were most likely now being held by one of the girls she worked with, who were all probably freaking out over her disappearance, but hey. No work for her for a while. She would try to consider this a crazy vacation for the time being. Matt was a little startled when Alana climbed into bed with him. He didn't need to open his eyes to know it was her he just smelled her sweet smell and wrapped an arm around her as she cuddled against him. He hated himself for putting her in danger and after this was over and Ivan was dead he was going to make serious changes so that this would never happen again. Furthermore, he kissed her softly on the forehead hoping she could forgive him for everything that has happened. Alana opened her eyes as he kissed her forehead. Tilting her head up to look at him, she runs her fingers against his cheek and kisses him once. Again, then presses her lips to his. Running her fingers through his hair a bit. She did forgive him. She knew that he was only meaning to protect her. Trying to keep her safe. But this whole thing...her life in danger, him a secret agent, or rather a spy, as hot as it was to think she was sleeping with her own Bond, it was a lot to take in at once. Matt was snapped out of the sleep he almost fell back into when he felt Alana's lips on his. Grinning he kissed her back passionately. Slipping his tongue into her mouth and started kissing her deeply as well. His eyes stayed closed as he laid there enjoying the feel and taste of the kiss him and his girlfriend were sharing. Alana would wrap her arms around his neck as she rolled onto her back and made him have to steady himself above her as they kissed. Her fingers would run through his hair a few times as she moaned softly and licked his lower lip. Tugging it softly with another moan as she tried to hold him to her. Matt was shaken from his sleepy daze as Alana rolled them over so he was on top. He always loved the way she teased his bottom lip the way she did. He pulled away from the sensual kiss and opened his eyes. Once they made eye contact he grinned "Hi" He said softly as his one hand started running up and down her side while the other hand kept him steady above her. "Hi..." Alana smiled softly up at him and ran her fingers through his hair again. "You know I forgive you right? You didn't have to come sleep in here." She said as she frowned a little and looked up at him a little sadly. "I like knowing your beside me at night because I know I'm safe so long as you're around."

A dangerous life(Closed)|rating:3.0

The Secret Society Academy {Accepting}{Need ppl}

The Secret Society Academy Introduction Rules Team Info Teams Profiles OCC Thread ---------- Introduction In a world where life is a person's everyday education. Then what else it there to learn.... There are many events that go unseen to the naked eye. Events unknown and unheard unless you have been invited to join such a thing unknown. A secret society is yet born, a society born a secret, and sty a secret. To be a part of the society, you have to be invited to join such an exclusive group. Once you've been invited then you have to go through training at the Secret Society Academy. The training is composed in harsh and standard training. The students will be trained in weaponry, combat, and skills. As they are training, the students are placed into teams: the white, black, and silver teams. The school is high on protecting the world from anything that goes wrong. Feelings and personal matter aren't allowed in the school, but there are also secrets in a secret society. The Secret Society works hard to protect and work hard to survive in such a tough world. ---------- Rules 1.) Pm me all profiles title them 'Secret' 2.) Follow Men rules and mine 3.) Please post more than a sentence each time you post 4.) No Nodding 5.) If you want to ask any questions, state them in the OCC Thread 6.) Minimal swearing 7.) Have Fun ---------- Profiles Username: Name: Age: Personality: Skills: Bio: Team: Pic: ---------- Teams Info: Disclosed in what you're best at The White Team: Means if you're good in weaponry The Black Team: Means if you're good in combat The Silver Team: Means if you're good in skills ---------- Teams: Disclosed in what you're best at The White Team: Alike Cole (Played by Misha) Fact (Played by AOI Katya) Chris Skinner (Played by Shadow scar) The Black Team: Romania (Played by rose) The Silver Team: Linda (Played by Picardi) India Laval (Place by Hisashi) Accepted Username:Mischance: Alike Collage: 18Personality: Funny, serious, anger issues, sweet Skills: jujitsu, bloodline swords Bio: Alike was born into a quiet family were they kept a lot of secrets, but one day all those secrets came out, and then the family was divided. Alike had to live with her mother while her father lived far away from her. She and her mother lived a simple life ever since they started telling each other everything. One day Alike discovered that she had talent in weaponry and so did the secret society. They sent her a letter to attend the school and she accepted. Alike was thrilled and so was her mother. Team: white Pic: Quote: Originally Posted by Picardi Username:Picardi Name:Linda Age:17 Personality:Linda sweet, funny but stubborn Skills:helper?(healer) using guns and sword Bio:Linda was an orphan and at age 8 she liked watching fighting and then taught herself how to fight Team:Silver Pic-Quote: Originally Posted by Hisashi Username: Hisashi Name: India Laval Age: 17 Personality: Kind, Warm,Gentle Skills: Good with Guns and Daggers, Bio: she has been living with her grandparent since she was a baby because her parents died in an accident. She likes to fight, and she likes weapons especially Guns and Daggers. Afraid anything could happen to India, her grandparents decide taught her how to fight and even register course like Boxing, Aikido...etc. for her. She taught herself how to use guns and daggers properly. Team: Silver Pic: Quote: Originally Posted by AOI Katya Username: AOI Katya Name: "Fact" Age: 19 Personality: Not exactly the guy next door, Fact has a very dark humor if you can get him to speak to you of course. He is known to have a sadistic streak and seems to be a bit unstable mentally. Because of that, it's hard to tell when he's being sincere or playing you for a fool. Skills: Can use guns and explosives of any type pretty well. Prefers to use blades. Specializes with chakras, said, tons, basically anything that comes in pairs. Bio: Fact's past is shrouded in mystery. Even his real name is unknown, even to the school officials. He just showed up one day in freshman year and has been attending the Secret Society Academy since. His first year there he established a name for himself after beating an upperclassman in a fight. His bloodlust and tactics are unrivaled. Team: White Pic: Quote: Originally Posted by Shadow scar Username: Shadow scar Name: Chris Skinner Age:18 Personality: quiet, generally keeps to self, level-headed. Skills: stealth, guns Bio: Chris grew up orphaned on the streets and had to fend for himself. When 9 he held his first gun after finding it in an alleyway, and an hour later used it to rob a store. After that he kept on learning to become a better that. After gaining considerable skill using the guns he stole and stealthily robbing people. The secret society took notice and sent a letter. Team: white Pic: Quote: Originally Posted by rose Username: Name:Romania (Roma, for short) Age:18 Personality: mild tempered and clam, mostly Skills:Kick boxing and Kendo Bio:She was raised on a farm without a family, going from shelter to shelter. Team:black Pic: Quote: Originally Posted by tokushujibun Username:tokushujibun Name:Kaylee Age:15 Personality:Sweet, Somewhat innocent, confident, a worry wart. Skills: Has visions. Also well at self-protection Bio: Had a nice life with her rich family until she and her mother discovered her visions. Her father found out, and she was banned, She Leeds to the Secret Society. Team:Silver Pic: Alike woke up at dawn to get an early start on her training before everyone else. She got up took a shower and dressed before she went to her secret spot to relax and to train. Alike walks out of the dorm noticing that there are other people that get up at the time that she does. She goes to the secret that she's always been at and starts to relax with some meditation and then some training. Kike laid in his bed, groaning as the alarm kept going off next to him. He turned over, so he was faced down on the bed and pulled the cover's over his head. He squeezed his eye's shut even harder as the alarm seemed to get even more annoying,"Ah! Fine, I'll get up!" He turned over and sat up on the bed, turning his alarm off and rubbing his eye's to get the sleep out of them. Most of the time he slept in just a pair of shorts, as he was now, so it was comfortable. Kike stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. He took a quick a shower and emerged wearing only the towel. Once he got dressed and fixed his hair accordingly, he began his usual workout. His workout consisted of push-up, sit-ups, pull-ups, and a short training session on the punching bag he had hanging from the ceiling in his room.(Good?) Chris woke up to his stereo blasting as he tried to get a few more seconds sleep. He got a shower, and raided his closet for a clean shirt. He found one and threw it on and sat down on his bed and took out the gun he has had since he was nine, and began to polish it with the stereo still blaring his music. "Maa... People are so noisy in the morning..." Fayt murmured to himself. He was perched on the edge of the school building, peering precariously over the edge of the roof. Below him was hundreds of feet of empty space. Plenty of time for, if he was to slip, time to think." Mm..." He stretched his arms behind his head and yawned, blinking away the water that collected at the corners of his eyes. He'd spent the entire night stargazing again as if the light bags below his eyes were any indication. His left hand reached behind him and picked up the two SAI he had been playing with throughout the night. While doing so he "accidentally" dropped them over the edge of the building." My bad." He chuckled before looking over the edge again, to his disappointment he had missed any and all the student body that had gotten up early. A few of them had fallen over from shock though, while others were looking up and paling when they saw who had dropped the dangerously sharp weapons. "Suppose I should retrieve them now..." He dropped off the edge and grabbed onto a windowsill just below it at the last moment before swinging onto the drainage pipe where he slid down the rest of the hundred or so feet. He flipped off at the last moment and landed perfectly next to the weapons he had dropped. They had created small craters in the floor, and he retrieved them quickly, stowing them onto his person once again. Then he straightened his posture, the chains on his clothes jingling as they righted themselves. The crosses around his neck gleamed in the sunlight, and he grinned at the surrounding students, showing off his sharper-than-normal teeth. That set them off running. Fact laughed as a fingerless glove clad hand went to his mouth, popping out the fake teeth he had been wearing,"So much fun to mess with them..."((hope I didn't make him seem crazy ^^ I have more things planned with this guy XD)) Alike was walking back from her early morning regiment. People were running past her, she didn't know why, and she didn't care. That's when a guy bumps into her telling her not to go that way because there was some weird person back that way, but she did. How did they ever get in this place if they get scared from anything, she thought to herself. That's when the speaker came on, "Everyone report to your classroom. Report to your classroom, that is all." Alike started to walk towards her classroom that's when walked passed some guy that scared those people to death. "Ah."fact ran a hand through his hair as the announcement was blasted across the campus. Now that wasn't fun. He didn't get to play with the new students anymore. His eyes darted to the side as a girl walked past him, and he smiled to himself before starting off in the same direction. It wasn't that he was following her, he just happened to need to go in that direction. A moment later he had paused and was laughing hysterically to himself, one hand clutching his stomach, the other clinging to the wall for what appeared to be dear life." Funny! Haha....stalker....haha...haha haha..." His laughter eventually subsided, and he slid to the floor, his red eyes glinting with maniacal glee, one arm slung over his stomach, the other lying by his side. Ah...laughing really was good for the soul. A wide berth had appeared in the river of students as the underclassmen and some of his own classmates made to avoid walking anywhere near him. How fun...he smirked. Kike was punching his punching bag, with a small, white cotton towel over his shoulders. He gave it a right hook when the intercom came on and told everyone to report to their classes. Kike sighed and took the towel off his shoulders, patting the little bit of sweat that had accumulated on his brow. He threw towel across the room, and it landed on his bed. He walked over to the door, looking back inside the room,"Yeah, I've got everything." He turned back to the door and walked out, heading towards his respective class. Alike had turned around when she heard outrageous laugh, but continued to walk towards class. Once she got there, she sat down and waited for the class to start. Looking around and wondering what they could be doing today was exciting for her. Alike liked being at the academy and knew great things were to come from this school. (umm...I will skip the part of waking up moving to the announcement scene since I seem to be bit late)After hearing the announcement, India checked that she has brought everything she needs. She turned towards the door and said" today must be another day of being torture" and walked out the door, heading to her classroom with a sigh. Chris heard the announcement on the intercom and moved for the remote to shut off his music. He slid his newly polished gun into its holster and then strapped on the holster grabbing what else he needed. Which ended up being another pistol, a book, and a pencil. And as he exited his room to get to class he grabbed his iPod off of the shelf near the door, and left. "Now that I'm on my way there is no rush" he said to himself as he started to blast his music from his iPod, and walked down the halls towards his classroom. The hallways were starting to empty, Fact noted with a bored flicker of is eyes. A sigh slipped from his lips as he got up off of the floor. Might as well go to class...won't his teacher be thrilled? Another smirk tugged at his lips as he walked, oh yes, his teacher would beverythrilled. He yawned again as he walked, playing with a small throwing knife he had pulled out from...somewhere on his person. His footsteps echoed down the now empty halls, and he relaxed his muscles humming a random tune as he walked. Upon reaching his classroom, Fact opened the door like a normal person, and then threw his knife in the direction he suspected the teacher to be in. A loud crash told him that the teacher had managed to dodge. Of course, he did, after all, he was teaching in this school, wasn't he? Fact blinked calmly before plopping into his seat in the back of the room, closest to the window. Chris walked along the hall and saw some guy throw a knife into the class he was headed to and walked in after him taking an empty seat near the back across the class from the guy who seemed a little psycho but he wasn't really sure if he was. He turned his music off and looked at the wall. There was a knife lodged in, and then he noticed the teacher looking kind of distressed, and assumed the knife was thrown at him. Chris laid his head on his desk and waited for the class to start. ((UIMM... I'm pretty sure Fact and Chris are in different years Shadow.)) ((not really sometimes cause 18y-o are in the same class as 19 y-o if they are born in the same year or if said 18 y-o is almost nineteen :P which i probably should have added to the profile -.-)) ((oh...ok then...^^)) ((sorry about the confusion)) The teacher was disturbed by the knife. "Alright then, since you want to throw knives at people. Then how about today, we do a little challenge. Everyone pick a person that you would like to challenge, and then we will begin." The teacher threw the knife back at its owner. Chris looked up stunned about the idea of a challenge right off the bat. "Ummm... is this with knives or any weapon?" he asked as he felt about his person for a knife and his hand passed over his gun. "because I don't seem to have any on me right now... wait never mind found one" he said as his hand found the strap on knife holder around his leg and found three knives there. Fact caught his knife by the blade with two fingers without even looking at it. Then he let his gaze wander over his classmates, now...who would be his victim... I mean partner today? That kid? No... Fact had tortured him enough last week. How about that girl? Eh...wasn't she the one who burst out crying before they even began? Fact slumped onto his desk, how boring, nobody seemed like they would be much fun to mess with anymore...((gash, the shortness buuuuuurns >.> *hisses in pain*)) Chris pulled out one his knives and inspected it thoroughly then began flipping it between his fingers. He looked over and watched as without looking the weird kid caught his dagger by the blade. He figured he might be a little to advanced with knives than Chris had thought. But it would make for a fun challenge he thought as he continued spinning his knife in his fingers. And the teacher hasn't even answered if the challenge was only with knives or not((shortness does suck a bit but that's also because the story has barely begun)) The teacher looked around at everyone. "This will be a knife challenge, now get with your partner and begin at once." Then the teacher stepped back to examine his students. Akiko went over to sit by the teacher and observe. She had to watch the challenge until the teacher told her to do something. (So, do people go to different rooms according to age and team or what?) ((I'd like to know that as well, because now I'm just completely lost.)) (Okay, so I thought about. I think they should all be in the same class so they can learn everything even if they are on different teams, is that okay with everyone?) (Works for me. Less confusing for now.) Kiske walked into the classroom as the teacher proposed a challenge amongst the students. What made it better was that it was a knife challenge, which caused him to smirk. His knife wasn't hidden, it was practically sitting out in the open. It was sheathed at his lower back, with a spiked, brass knuckle handle,"Sorry I'm late. I'm not used to coming to this particular room." He found an empty desk near the middle of the room and took his seat. He leaned back in the desk and turned his body off to the side, raising his legs and resting them on the desk next to him, so he could lean back comfortably. Chris sat at his desk still twirling his knife between his fingers, nobody had challenged him yet and when the teacher finally said it was a knife challenge one thought came to mind. it is not lethal? He thought as he watches the new kid walk in and explain why he was late, and as he put his legs up on the desk rather cockily he thought, and sat there waiting for a challenger. Mr. Chan looked at the late student. "Well since you are late, how about you and that guy, Chris, challenge each other first, so get to it." He looked around to Alike and nodded at her. Akiko stood up, "You two follow me to the battle room. Everyone else follow to observe." That's when she started to get up and walk to the room. She opened the door and waited for everyone to go in. (wait am I the other dude? Cuase i didn't put my feet up I was watching the late dude put his feet up)) (sorry, got a lot of things on my mind right now. Changed it) Kike sighed and took his feet off the desk. He stood up, sighing,'I'm late one time and the teacher wants to blow it way out of proportion.' He stuffed his hands into his pockets and followed the girl out of the classroom, towards the battle room. When the girl stopped and waited for everyone to go inside, he walked by her and immediately pulled out his knife, placing his fingers in the corresponding holes so that the blade followed down his forearm. Kike didn't bother doing anything to anyone, but just walked to center of the battle room and waited. Chris stood up rather lazily and walked over towards the door with the crowd of students and walked up to the girl who seemed to be teachers pet. He took out the two guns he had hidden on him and gave them to her. "Hold these for me will ya?" he said with a wink and walked into the battle room drawing a second knife from its holster while still twirling the first one, stood across from the late kid. "Nice knife" he said as he held the second knife blade down in his fist waiting for the fight to start. Roma thought to herself as she looked over at the clock and jumped up. "I'm so late!" She scrambled throughout her room. Brushing and putting on her clothes, of course after she took a bath. Roma put her hair in a ponytail and was wear her usual outfit. As she went out the door to get to class, she remembered what she had forgotten to the most important thing before going in front of people. To brush her teeth! Roma ran back over to her sank and brushed her teeth, then ran out the door. She zoomed though the hallways, almost pushing over another girl." Sorry!" She yelled as she past buy her. Finally, she was at the classroom door, "Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?" Roma stood at the door, watching a couple over other kids about to start their training. I am really late this time She thought. Alike rolled her eyes and then put the guns on a shelf then she looked at the girl. "Well if you go through this room, then you will find out what we are doing today. Please everyone take a seat and the challengers the middle of the floor." She said this as she walks in and went straight to the storage room to bring out dummies. Mr. Chan entered the classroom. "Now, I hope you guys didn't think you would fight each other today. Today, we will find out what kind of strike does it take for you to kill your opponent and how many times does it take. You will begin when Alike gives you the mark." Then he sat down to watch the challenge. Chris stared blankly at the dummies and then realized what the object was. So It's who can kill the dummy in the least amount of strikes he thought as he took a step forward throwing the first knife hitting the dummy right where the jugular should be the ran up plunging the second into where the heart should be and dragged the first knife down the throat and cutting open a hole right down it's neck and through the lungs. He stepped back pulling out his knives and looked over at the teacher. "Good enough?" he asked starting to twirl the first knife again. Roma watched as the young man did his thing, but soon became bored. This is suitor boring! I know no one said there would be exciting, but get. She thought to herself. Now she was next. Roma went up to the dummy and did one good slice to the head with her long black sword." Done." Then she walked back to her seat, she did not have time to waste. Mr. Chan stood up and looked at Roma. "I'm quite sorry you were late and to let you know it should not happen again. Now, it was not your challenge or your challenger. Two people were already chosen to compete right now. So when I say it is your turn, I will choose your challenger for you, but right now just watch." he then sat right back down. Chris watched as the girl cut the head off the dummy and the teacher talk to her then had a questioning look on his face. "So I guess i have to wait for what's his name to finish?" he said as he sheathed both knives and pulled out the third, this one was the biggest. It had a double-edged blade that was the length of his two small knives together and began to examine it waiting for something. Username:tokushujibunName:Kaylee Age:15Personality:Sweet, Somewhat innocent, confident, a worry wart. Skills: Has visions. Also well at self protection Bio: Had a nice life with her rich family until she and her mother discovered her visions. Her father found out, and she was banned, She Leeds to the Secret Society. Team:Silver Pic:Kaylee walks into the battle room and quietly takes her seat, Handing the teacher a note of acceptance on her way. Then she slowly and carefully takes her seat, Trying not to embarks herself on her first day. ((o.0 ...I thought you were supposed to pm the profiles? ) ((I got accepted. And I just came here at put it up too, And just jumped in. I wasn't told what to do with it.)) ((ya I'm sorry I just saw the main page of the RP, didn't mean to seem rude, and nice character :))) ((Thanks, Sorry, I had no idea what to do, So I just went in.)) Kaylee smiles at Chris, And then she looks down at her desk. ((that's fine all we are doing is a challenge between me and radio to kill the dummy in the least amount of attacks, and I'm waiting for radio to kill his dummy, you did the right thing to just walk in :P))Chris noticed out of the corner of his eye that another late student, this one another female, walked in and sat down.what's with everyone being lathe thought as he saw the newest girl look right at him and then look back at her seat.home thought then threw his current knife into the face of the dummy snapping its neck backwards with the knife still implanted into its face. Looks up and smirks. She takes out her pen and paper and starts to write and doodle. I think I'm int the wrong class. . . But Chris seems nice so I am doing to stay. No need to look stupid your first day, Kaylee, How could you think that? She then looked up and watched the challenge. Alike looked at the guy named Chris. "While you wait for him to finish his dummy, you may advance to the next step." She said this as she was sitting against a wall, then she pressed a button. The button released a door, five men came out of the door. "You are to wound each and every man in front of you as they attack. Are you ready?" Kaylee's eyes got wider and more intent as she began to watch him. I wonder if he can do this. "Ummm can I have my guns then?" he asked it would be a lot easier if I had them he thought as he went and removed his knife from the dummy he already knew the answer though as he drew a second knife and waited for the teachers pet to answer. He also noticed the new girl was paying close attention to him with made him a little worried that he might go overboard. Her attention faded from him and back to her drawing, Or so he thought. She had always began drawing what she saw before her. Five strong men, One boy taking them all on, And a stranger standing against the wall who she ached to know who she was. Alike had read a book and begun to read it. "Um. No, sorry forgot to mention that this step is a combat challenge." She said this as she kept reading her book and paid no attention to him or anyone else. Her attention goes back to him. He can't use guns? Interesting. . . She sets her book back to her desk and begins to watch him again. Her eyes get all intent again. And then she starts to wiggle her fingers. "Wait so no knives either? Ok" he said as he threw them to the wall along with his third hidden knife. "Well let's do this then" he said as he slid on his headphones and blasted some good fight music. He then got into a stance that sort of resembled a monkey and waited for the beginning of the next round. Her eyes and face begin to fade into a blank expression. ---------- Her eyes and expression snap back. With a snap of her finger, the men went on attacking Chris, and she never looked up to see the event. All she wanted to do was go back to relaxing before tomorrow's events are told to everyone. Finally speaks"What events?" as the first man went to punch him Chris grabbed his arm and punched him in the armpit dislocating his shoulder, and then threw him into another guy. Then he legs swept the next guy tripping him onto his back, and in a fluent movement did a handstand and let gravity bring more power to his kick as he brought his leg down upon his chest. There was a big crack as Chris felt the men chest cave in a bit. As he was getting up from that one of the guys attacked him and managed to punch Chris in the face leaving a mark on his cheek. Chris's eyes narrowed and as the man went to punch again Chris fell back onto his hands and performed a backflip kick right to the men face. The last two guys were coming at him from the front and from behind and Chris knowing what was coming kicked backwards hitting the man in the gut and then punched forwards smacking the man in the face, and then round house kicked them both. Chris stood up straight again and turned off his music. "So am I done now?" he asked rather bored, although his cheek stung a bit. Watches Chris with intense attention. Wow, He's done it!! Shew, I couldn't have! Sigh, I really need to get to know him, Bet he is a great friend Smirk and looks back down, Waiting on something more interested to happen. Chris looked over and noticed that the girl looking at him earlier was really focused on him and hen she looked away.I wonder why?he thought as he moved towards the wall to retrieve his knives and replace them on his person. Alike looked at the new girl and then at Chris. "Yeah you're done." That's when she got up and walked out of the classroom to let Mr. Chan take over for the challenge. Alike never had to stay to long, so she walked out and started to head for her secret spot. Gets the feeling she is being watched. Oh god, Oh god... I wonder who is looking? Kaylee, Look up. NO! DON'T DO IT!! She looks up and regrets it. Chris watched teachers pet walk out of the room and then headed over and retrieved his guns. He put the one in its holster on his right legs and then stood examining the second one. He noticed a small scratch on the barrel and thought damn i have to fix that. Then he walked over and sat behind the new girl and then holstered the second gun on his waist and waited for his challenger to finish his first task. Kaylee immediately shot her head at her desk. Worried she would be talked to and forced to reply, She began drawing again. Randomly drawing a unicorns head. This new girl seems really shy Chris thought as he washed her shove her face to a piece of paper and start to draw from what he could see a unicorn?that's a little weirdie thought again. He still couldn't figure out why she was so focused on him earlier, but he chose to ignore it and pulled out a pencil and started to stab in between his fingers speeding up slowly at fist and then going really fast and was surprised when he didn't stab himself with the pencil. Turns around." If you keep doing that you are going to stab your hand, and it will hurt, A lot." She said in her usual soft sweet innocent voice, and then she looked up at his face. Alike had remembered that she had left her book in the classroom and went back to go get. When she entered, Mr. Chan was looking at her. "Alike, please sit and observe these students today. After that it will be the end of the day and then you can leave. Do I make myself clear?" Alike looked at him and then sat back down to read her book again. "Good," Mr. Chan said. "Chris, Do you know why she seems more interested in her book and not class?" Chris looked up and stopped stabbing the pencil. "Yes I know that the whole point to go as long as possible without stabbing yourself" he said as he looked at her closely. She looked pretty cute but if she was here she was a dangerous fighter, just hope she's not as crazy as the guy earlier he thought and then said" no clue, but I am assuming it is a pretty good book" he said with a slight smile. "Yes, I am in the silver team, I don't know why I am here. I didn't leave from fear of looking like an idiot. I hope it is. If not, That would be pretty sad. And, I hope you don't think I am crazy. That would be kind of bad..." She smiled back at him. Her voice was so soft she felt insecure about it. " No you are not crazy at all" Chris said kind of shocked at how soft her voice was. "Well I'm on the white team" he said kind of like he was proud of it. He put the pencil away and took out his favorite gun and then said "every fight is a lot easier if you have one of these though" and then set the gun on the table "I just use my skill, I would tell you, but It is against the rules, And That's interesting. I wonder if I could learn to fight? I always make tough friends, so I don't have to fight. If that part comes up I just Let them take care of the problem." She looks down at the gun, And is scared to move. Her soft voice worries her. I hope my voice doesn't totally throw him away from me "This is so boring..." Fayt drawled out, purposely saying it within earshot of Mr. Chan. Fact had chosen to take a seat against the wall, sliding to the floor to observe the "fighting". He wasn't very amused though. Instead, he'd gone back to tossing his throwing knife up and down, catching it by the blade repeatedly. Continuing his tossing motion he slid completely onto the floor and closed his eyes, using his free arm to cushion his head. A small snicker escaped from his lips again before he opened his eyes to stare at the light dancing on his knife's blade as it continued its flight through the air and back down to earth. "Skill is good, but you need more than just skill to win" he said noticing her look nervously at the gun and picked it up and holstered it again. "And hiding behind fighters is useful depending on the situation" he said again. Her soft voice disturbed him a little if she's here then she must be a little dangerous, but her voice is that of a little girl he thought then looked at the drawing "nice unicorn" he said with a smile (Come on, you guys gotta slow it down a bit. I told you I won't be online much, right? I did tell you, didn't I? Furthermore, I can't remember. All well. So, where am is Kike supposed to be now?) ((your still at the beginning of the challenge against the dummy kill it as quickly as possible with the fewest moves but use technique)) ((o gosh what's going on?)) Kaylee smiles back at him weakly,"I have no clue why I drew it. Just came to mind. They are easy to draw." She then began to wiggle her fingers, And looking at him, And back to the fight. I think he is he knows I can be dangerous. What should I do to change that image? She smirked at him and softly said, I've never been in a fight. She then looked at him as if this was the full truth. Chris looked at her as she said she had never been in a fight. "I doubt that everyone in this school has been in at least one fight in their lives" he said, she must not be that dangerous then he thought as he glanced over at the challenges going on. "I myself have been in more fights than I can count" he said not trying to scare her but just stating the truth. Her face then drew blank again, And her eyes seemed to drift off into nowhere, But suddenly she came back to reality and smiled back at Chris again. ---------- "You should be a fabulous fighter then, Maybe I could hide behind you sometime." She smiled at him, Jokingly. Roma walked back to her sit, listened and watched all the action that was taking place. Boy, these people don't care for a person. She thought. Roma listened to the shy girl and the guy talk. I guess they don't see me so hey. Roma thought to herself once again. She stood up and began to practice her hand-to-hand combat positions. Kaylee's eyes flickered over to Roma, I wonder why she would do hand-to-hand over a weapon? Why is this school so anti-weapon? Her eyes went back to Chris. Waiting on his reply. He is very interesting. I wonder how he came to this school. Chris laughed a bit "maybe" he said with a smile. "But I'm not that great at fighting I specialize mostly in weaponry hence the guns" he had noticed her blank stare a second ago and wondered if she has a short attention span but didn't ask because he didn't want to be rude. "The ones you want to hide behind in a fight is the black team now those are some good fighters" he said trying to not be held so highly as a good fighter but rather as an average fighter. Kaylee's hair fell over her face a little, and she smiled darkly then moved it back, He has no clue how good I am at self-protection. She gave him a comforting smile,"When does this class end?" "No clue. Normally the teacher decides when class is over" Chris said and wondered if she knew that he had actually seen the creepy smile she just did, but instead of being creeped out he became a little more interested to know what this innocent looking girl was capable of in a fight. She tilted her head a little to the left,"Are you into teaching me what you know?" She gave him one last smirk, Then stood, holding out her hand, as if offering something, using the other hand to hold her hair back again as she looked down at him. If he says yes, I am going to have fun. Chris looked up at her offering him her hand. This one seems really eager...better be careful he thought as he took her hand "sure" he said as he stood up and with his free hand plucked two knives from their places and gave one to her. "I wasn't taught, I learned on my own until I got here, and I learned by doing and not watching" he said again with a big grin on his face. She gave him a dark smile, I'm not fighting you yet, Just, Can we use those dummies? She nodded her head toward the dummies, Then looked down noticing their hands were still linked together, Then she blushed a little. 'Everyone you may now leave class and don't forget to return in two days.' Mr. Chan told everyone before he left the classroom to attend urgent matters. Alike was the second person to leave right away. An important event was going to happen in a few days, and she had a lot of things to do to prepare for it. "The dummies don't really help much because people move around while dummies stay still" he said noticing there hands still linked as well and saw her blush and smirked as he put the knives away. "The real experience is practicing against an actual person." he looked around as the class was leaving and thought about leaving but remember that his hand was trapped. Kaylee let his hand go,"I am getting hungry, But I have no clue where to go for food, Is there a lunchroom?" She smiled, Hoping he would show her the school. ((haha I just noticed that your character is fifteen while everyone else is from 17 to 19))"yes there is" Chris said as he took his hand back and began to walk out of the class and stopped at the door. "are you coming ?" he asked back at her, and then he turned back to the door and walked out of the classroom with the mob of classmates blending in. he hid beside the door and waited for the girl to come out.wow he thought still don't even know her name yet. ((Hence the soft voice, I am the youngest, Plus I am "SOMEWHAT" Innocent.)) She looks up and walks into the forest of Teenagers. Surrounded by many different people, And she can't find Chris. Her soft voice can't be heard over the roar of the hallways. ---------- With fear in her eyes, She returns to the classroom. Alike went back to the classroom because she left her book behind again. Once she got there she saw the new girl in there sitting by herself." Um. Why are you still here?" "I do not know my way around this strange school, And I can not find Chris to show me. . ." She said dropping her head. Ashamed. ---------- "I am not sure, But I think he left me on purpose..." Alike couldn't help but smile a little. "Well, since it's my second year here. I could help you learn your way around the school for as long as it takes, and he didn't leave you. He's right outside the door, do you need a hand getting up?" She said as she looked at her. Thank you, You are very nice. She stood up and walked over to Aikido, Smiling her sweet, Innocent smile. Her eyes wide with wonder, and her face glowing with new friendship. She then began to walk toward the door to look for Chris once more. Right before she hit the door, She froze in her footsteps, Her face grew empty. Eyes trailing away. She stood perfectly still. Alike walked behind her and then stopped when she saw her just standing there. "Is there something wrong here?" Kaylee snapped back, and said nervously,"Nothing, Nothing. Uh, Let's just go." Alike looked at her and then proceeded to walk on. "Okay, I'm Alike by the way." Alike had pushed aside any thought of the events that she had to do to have a relaxing day. "My name is Kaylee. Nice to meet you." She said as she walked directly behind her. Wonder where Chris is... I kind of miss him... ---------- Kaylee then stopped and was hit be many people passing by, Her expression grew angry, Someone should probably make her calm before she snaps. If someone bumps me one more time!! I AM GOING TO BRING THE BUILDING DOWN!!!! She then began to walk forward, following Aikido still, Hoping they are going to get some food. She has been hungry for three days, She only got here an hour ago, And she needs to find the lunchroom. Living on the streets, Fighting for your survival was hard for such a sweet young girl. Being ban from her home, Killed her inside, Drove half of her insane. As she walked forward, She froze. Putting the next vision she had into some peoples minds around her, Knowing it was against the rules, She took it back after about twenty people saw a burning building. She then began to plead forgiveness as if she had killed someone,"Please, Do not kick me out! I can't live in the streets again!! I barely made is here!! Let me stay!!" Chris having just been standing outside the room the whole time had overheard the new girl who name was now known to him as Kaylee, and the teachers pet Alike's convention and watched as they walked right past him and down the hall. Well now I wonder how long I can shadow them until they figure out I'm here he thought as he walked along behind them in the shadows of the hallway. Alike turned around to look at Kaylee. "Why would anyone kick you out? You haven't done anything yet. Besides, you also need to eat, so follow me, and I'll take you to the lunchroom. That cool with you?" She looked at her Well, Aikido, How long have you known Chris? Kaylee said as she felt like she was being watched. ---------- FOOD!? WHERE?! ---------- Kaylee turns around slowly and sees a figure in the shadows. Alike looked at her. "I don't know him at all. The lunchroom is around the corner, help yourself." Then Alike left her there to go back to her situation. Begins wandering, Looking for the lunchroom, She takes a wrong turn, And has an adventure. She walked down the hall and found some people talking about a new girl who was strange, And that they had something happen in their head when she walked by. One of them dropped a spear when she walked around the corner and covered his ears. As if her sweet voice was deadly. She was walking up a staircase when she found three girls, Talking of boys, and such." Did you see the way he looked at me last period!?" One girl squealed." He totally loves you!!"said another. Kaylee then turned back around and finally found the lunchroom. She ate a sandwich so fast, no one was sure she tasted it. She always found her self eating some french fires, but they ended up gone after 2 minutes and 12 seconds. She then walked back out of the cafeteria and stood against the wall in hallway." That was so good, I can't believe I ate that much." She spoke to herself. Chris followed along behind Kaylee in the shadows of the hall. She had seen a glimpse of a figure earlier, but he didn't care because it was just him. He walked out of the shadows in the hall and silently leaned against the wall beside her. "It wasn't all that much food" he said. "So did the food taste good?, the way you were scarfing it all down, it didn't seem you were tasting it but just inhaling it" he said with a small smile. Her eyes are closed, she smirks"It's been awhile since I had food... Forgive me. She leaned her head against him." I am so tired"Her soft voice starts to sound a little sheepish. Chris looked away quickly as her head rested on him. "it's okay I know how you feel" he said and then looked back at her. "If you are feeling tired maybe we should get you to your room? Do you know where it is or at least what number?" he asked and lean this head back against the wall and looked at the ceiling. She shook her head no. She had no intentions of moving from him. She only wanted him to stay there with her." Some guys were talking about earlier. Is my voice bothersome?" She asked him. Completely confused about she did wrong. "Not at all its just confusing when you first hear it, because this is a school of dangerous people and a soft voice in this school just scares some people into thinking you are really dangerous" Chris said as he took out a knife and began tossing it into the air and catching it by the handle.it's been a very simple first day he though tit's only going to get harder from now on. He accidentally threw his knife to hard, and it got stuck in the ceiling, and he just stared at it. Kaylee looked up at it. So easy. She ran and jumped off the other wall and grabbed it, Landing back in his arms." Here you go"she said in an even softer voice. ((a little confusing, how do you land in someone's arms unless they catch you, so I'm just going to assume I caught you :P))Chris blinked as Kaylee jumped up and grabbed his knife, and as she fell back to the floor he caught her and set her on the floor again, her soft voice offering him his knife back. "Thanks" he said. "But you know I was just going to leave it there until we left" he smirked and rested his head back against the wall. ((No, Like landed in your arms like where I was resting but its to late now haha))"Well now you have it, And No, I'm even more tired. I'm not going to sleep don't worry." Lays head on his shoulder and closes eyes.You're so stupid, You should have just left it!! You're leading him on to what you can really do. Leave it there. ---------- "What "Events" are going to happen soon?" " Im not really all that worried if you fall asleep ill just end up finding your room and carrying you there" Chris said with a big grin and slowly sunk down and sat leaning against the wall and put his knife away. "And I have no clue what events are going to happen soon, but what ever they are, you know that something bad is going to happen" She snuggles up to his chest. I keep seeing something with a burning building... Honestly. It scares me. I'm so glad I met you. You are about the nicest one here, That I've met, Aikido was nice, But she just left me. Which was weird. Was you there in the hallway earlier? She then put her arm around his hide, Holding herself close to him. "Yeah I was there the whole time" he said as he slightly put his arm around her. "Honestly I cant believe she just left a new kid to find her way around". "Now what's this about seeing a burning building?" he asked he was kind of intrigued by the mention of seeing things that weren't there at all.I think she may have a crush on you, he thought to himself as he moved his free hand behind the back of his head. "Did I say that? Uhh... Uh... uh. Must have been the sleep talking..."she said nervously... Then changing the subject. Why are you at this school? I wonder what he would do if I kissed him... "well I had nowhere else to go" he said rather dully "was orphaned at the age of 5, ran away from the orphanage at 8, and was living the streets until the secret society found me." he pulled out his gun again and stared at it for a few seconds and then aimed it at the wall across from him. He returned the gun to its holster. "And why are you here?" he asked. Alike wander the halls once again after she was done with what she had to do. She walked the halls and came across Kaylee and Chris. "Hi there, sorry I left you earlier. I had some business to attend to for the events tomorrow." A couple of months ago, my mom and I was in a store, And I froze out of nowhere and saw something, I saw here getting my favorite fruit, and I was thanking her, Although she had no idea what I was talking about, She hadn't gotten any strawberries yet. It then happened a few more random times. She told my father and he was outraged, Banned me. I've been living on the streets for about three weeks. Starving, Worrying, I found out how to get what I needed, And used it to my ability. I have come here for a home and teachings. I'm so sorry you was in an orphanage. She gave him a soft comforting kiss on the month. Then blushed and turned her head and laid her head back on his chest. ---------- Quickly got up. What events? Chris listened to her story intently and thought damn that sucks getting the boot from the family for weird daydreams. And then he was shocked when she kissed him. When she looked away he shook his head just to make sue he wasn't asleep. Since he was an orphan and living on the streets he had never been kissed by any girl, and now this.damn my day keeps getting better he thought, then he realized that alike was walking towards them talking about events. He kind of hoped she didn't see what just happened but then again he didn't really care. She sat back down and laid on him again. Hugging him closely and laying her head on his chest. Closing her eyes so she wouldn't see anything. And kissed him again. Opening her eyes to see his face this time. Alike looked at Kaylee. "Well an event I can't tell anyone til tomorrow. So you just have to wait til then. I've been working on this for an entire year and I don't want anything to get out about it til tomorrow." Alike was not happy in how busy she had to be for an entire year to work on one event. She could have bursts out and about kill the person who gave her the order to put together this event, but she kept a smile on her face even if it had hurt her inside. Chris wasn't expecting a second kiss at all.wow he thought, and he had this goofy smile on his face. "So um..." he just stopped talking altogether because he had no idea what to say after being kissed. So he just smiled his goofy smile. Smiled sweetly, Akikio, You can sit with us if you'd like. She was too happy to say anything Chris, He liked them, Does this means he likes me? Maybe. We will find out soon. She then laid her head back down on his shoulder breathing on his neck a little. Alike looked outside and then at her hand because it was bleeding terrible. "Actually I need to go to the nurse. All the planning an event by myself has really killed me and sorry again about earlier. If you need anything just call me." She hands her the number to her cell and began to walk to the nurses' office. Well, Well, Well... We are alone. She smiled keeping her head on his shoulder. Goofy smiling Chris returned when alike left "yup" he said and went to rest his head on the wall but accidentally smacked it off the wall instead because he wasn't paying all that much attention to the wall. "Ow" he said and rubbed his head "that stung a bit" he then decided to forge the wall and rest his head lightly onto of hers. She took his hand, I don't even want to go to my dorm, Wherever that is. But, how do you? She yawned. Find out where it is? "Ive had the same room for the past couple of years, but normally you find out your room when you get your schedule of classes" he said and smiled as she took his hand.I wonder if this will flourish he thought as he tried to remember if he was ever in a relationship before but realized he had never even met a girl who liked him as much as to kiss him or even take his hand. Am I aloud to share with you? Chris chuckled a bit "sure" he said "but I only have one bed in my room" he smiled and decided to go for another kiss. He leaned in and kissed her softly as he put his free arm around her. I'll make that sacrifice. Let's go to our room. She stood up and took his hand, Getting him to lead us to our room. I get to share a room with him!! EEP, I hope we get together!! Chris stood up and let her take his hand and then began to lead her towards his room. "Yes lets" he said with a small chuckle and a grin. Wow I can't believe how well the today worked out and It's not even over with he thought as they walked towards is room, and then he remembered that most of his weapons were out all over his room because he was cleaning them the night before. She is extremely happy. I wonder what he sleeps in? Chris took the shortest way to his room and found it in no time "umm...watch your step I've got weapons all over the place, which I need to clean up" he said as he opened the door and let her into his room and he turned on the light. His room was the color of every other room in the academy, but he had nothing up on the walls except for a few empty shelves and racks on which he started to put his weapons away. All sorts of knives and guns were being stacked onto them. She walks over to the bed. My bags are downstairs, Is there enough room here for us both? She then laid down, Holding a pillow. I forgot what beds felt like... "i never really knew what a bed felt like until I got here" he said taking off the holster and knives heath from his legs. "Well I may have to move a few things around, but there will be enough room" he said as he moved towards the door. "I guess ill go get your stuff, how much luggage you got downstairs?" he asked leaning against the door. She smirked, Two bags, Need help? "Nope I got it" he said he turned to leave but then walked back gave her a quick kiss and then walked back to the door "welcome to your new home" he said with a grin and left to get her bags. She smiled after he left, laid down, New home... Finally, Home, And with someone I like!! Not rude family. Someone I like... Home She laid her head on his pillow Wonder what side of the bed is mine? She just went to the side farther from the door and laid down, Waiting on his return. Chris got to the front of the academy and found her bags. He picked them up and began to make his way back to his room. Alright I got a female roommate and she's really cute he thought to himself as every time he saw someone he knew he ducked into the shadows and made his way quickly back up to his room. He walked into his room to see Kaylee lying on his bed. Waiting for me? He thought as he set the bags down and sat down on the bed. "So what side of the bed do you want?" he asked as he laid down and rested his head on her. She played with his hair and ran her fingers through it, This side. She said, But I don't want to go to sleep right now. "And you don't have to" he said as stared up at the ceiling and noticed that there were a couple of knives in it. oh, yeah I remember I did that last night he thought as she played with his hair. "So how do you like the academy so far?" he asked like he didn't know the answer already. You're my favorite part. Kisses him. Will you... Never mind. He should ask me... He should ask me... I am sharing his room with him. He already thinks I am weird!! Just leave it. Leave it. She kissed him again and asked, Can I change? What do you normally sleep in? He smiled at her comment and when she kissed him he kissed her back. "Yes your allowed to change, and normally boxers and a t-shirt or whatever I feel like sleeping in" he said replying to both questions.I wonder what she was going to ask me to done thought as he pulled his feet up onto the bed and laid moved his head onto the pillow next to hers. "Oh. And will I what?" he asked wanting to know what she wanted. She got up and took off her clothes and began digging through her bags, Nothing. She found her Clean underwear and bra, she put it on and then put on a small tee. Furthermore, she laid back down and snuggled up under his arm. You are warm. You can go change whenever you want. She then gave him a huge French kiss. Chris watched her change and put on new undergarments. And he smiled. He laid there beside her kissing her and then just kicked off his jeans. "There, I'm done changing" he said with a smile and kissed her again. It is so sexy how he doesn't even get up to change, He is so sexy, I want him so bad. She kept kissing him and ran her fingers through his hair again. For someone that never kissed a girl is rather good at it. "Am I really?" he asked. He hadn't really noticed that he was good at kissing so he kissed her again. Yes. She then rolled over and went to sleep. He watched her sleep for a bit and hen got up pulled the sheets over her and began to empty a few drawers in his dresser so that she would have room to unpack. The noise woke her, I can put my stuff up... She said, Raising out of bed. She got down there with him and began putting her things in place. "Sorry for waking you" he said as he finished emptying the third and final drawer and grabbed the stuff he pulled out and tossed it all into his closet which had a sign on it that read 'DANGER DO NOT ENTER' on it. She got her clothes out, folded them, and put them in the drawers he emptied for her, Thank you. " No problem, anything I can do to help I will do" he said as he shut the door to his closet. Then he ran jumped off the bed and then off of the wall and pulled the three knives out of the ceiling. She watched him as she pulled out a hand mirror, She saw what she pulled out, and quickly pushed it to the bottom of the drawer. When he landed with a small flop on the bed, he stood up and tossed the knives onto one of the shelves with the rest of his knives. Then he sat back down on the bed and watched as she unpacked. She finished unpacking, and she went and laid back down. Snuggling up to him, she laid her head on his shoulder again. He bent his head down and kissed her again. "Now you are officially moved in" he said with a grin. "And I also believe that as of this afternoon you are my girlfriend now?" he rested HS head onto of hers and caught a wife of how nice her hair smelt. I would love that. She smiled widely. I told you, Wait for it and let him ask, Sigh, I always know what to do. She kissed him and rubbed his chest. Chris smiled and laid back on the bed bringing her down with him wrapping an arm around her and just laid there with her in his arm. This is going to be a good year he thought, he kissed her again then rested his head on the pillow. She couldn't stop smiling a tired smile, Wow, I have a boyfriend, He is older than me, And We are sharing a room, Best first day EVER! Chris closed his eyes and held Kaylee closer to him. This is niche thought as he kissed the top of her head. She fell asleep. It was the next day and an announcement came on, "Everyone please report to the auditorium. The auditorium please report." Kaylee was woken by the announcement. I'll go and tell Chris what it was. She then got out of bed, And got changed and dressed. She walked the halls and found her way to the Auditorium. Yes? What is it? Alike looked around before she went out on the stage to announce the big news. "Well everyone, as you know this school gives people a hard time and it's really strict. So for a whole year I was put on a project by myself, working hard, being irritated, but this project is finally done. The school has given everyone a day of fun, so they have allowed us to post a dance. The dance will be in a week so make sure you find a date or some friends you can go with, a dress, and a tux. That's all." Then she left the stage to go outside to get some air. A DANCE!!! EEP! I just got a boyfriend, and we can have our first date!!! I have to get ready right away! Chris woke up and stretched, not use to the fact the Kaylee had moved in he went and opened a drawer to get some clean clothes and found it full of panties and bras. His eyes widened as the realization of his female roomed dawned on him. He looked around, and she wasn't there so he got changed grabbed his gun and walked towards the door to get breakfast. She met him at breakfast. CHRIS!! There is going to be a dance in a week!! If you want to take me I need to find my best dress!! She said as she hugged him. Chris was drinking some water when Kaylee found him and told him about the dance. As soon as he heard the word dance he did a spit take, spraying the little bit of water he hadn't swallowed all over his food. "A dance?" he asked not really happy at the mention of it. He never found a use to learn how to dance before so he had no clue how. "Umm... I didn't even know this school had dances" Well there is one!! I'm so excited!! Aren't you excited? I used to go to dances all the time!! She spoke excitedly as she sat and began to eat a small breakfast, She never ate much, Unless she hasn't eaten in a while. "Well not really seeing as I've never had the use to go to one until now that is" he said as he silently wished he had learned to dance when he had the chance so he wouldn't have to be in this predicament. ((Sorry babysitting all night))Kaylee looked at him, Can, Can you dance? She couldn't help laughing a little, As this was funny because where she came from all guys could dance. He looked down at his water covered food. "Never needed to know how until now" he said as he began twirling his fork in his fingers. She burst into a loud soft laugh, Im sorry! That's just funny!! Hahaha! She then took his hand. Maybe I could teach you? He looked down once again ashamed that he didn't even know how to dance. Back then survival meant more to him than anything else, but now he was stuck because this dance would be sort of like survival. When she offered to teach him he looked up again with a smirk. "That could work" he said giving her a small kiss on the cheek.((I only have a couple more hours online before I have to sleep since I have an exam tomorrow morning)) It will She smiled at him and finished her food, I want to teach him soon added!!!!! When does our next class start? "Does it matter?" he asked because he didn't feel at all like going to class today.I can't believe I'm getting the girl I'm taking to the dance to teach me how to dance... how ironic he thought as he pushed his tray of water covered food away from him, She sighed, Then stood up picked her tray and then his and walked and dumped them, Walking back she said, Pleeasseee? I like going to classes here, Kind of. "I think it starts in an hour" he said "well all I know is that it starts when the bell goes" he smiled and stood up. She just sat there, She was frozen again, Her expression was wild and changing this time. She then unfroze and stood up and took his hand, Are you excited?her voice was ultra soft. Seeing her face freeze up again he wondered whether she spaces a lot or something is up. But when she asked in that very soft voice if he was excited he guessed she was talking about the dance. "Yeah I guess I am" he said "anyway I've gotta get back to the room and get a shower" he said" forgot to get one before coming down for breakfast" Gently tugs him up to the room, Once in the room she laid on the bed and braided her hair, And debrided it, and did the something over and over and over until he came out. Chris got into the room took off his shirt and tossed it by the closet and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and then taking off the rest of his clothes. He got in and cleaned himself while thinking about this dance and wondering how much he's going to suck at dancing. When he finished he got out wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back out into the room holding the towel, and grabbed some clean clothes and walked back into the bathroom and changed. Walking back out into the room fully dressed he sat down on the bed kissed Kaylee and asked "so when do I start learning to dance?" She left a piece of her braided, Whenever you want. "Well we could start right now" he said as he pointed to a giant stack of CD's "you could use any of those if you want" She got up and was digging through them, She found the classic music she first danced to and squealed, popping it in the player, She stood in the middle of the room. He assumed she found something good when she squealed and put in the CD. he walked over into the center of the room and stood in front of her" so...umm... what do I do?" he asked rather shyly because honestly he had never danced once in his life. She took his hand and put it on her lower backhand stays harsh then put her hands on his shoulders taking one off, and she put his other hand about and inch above the other on the other side. Ready? Chris smiled at this dance he is like the closeness "yeah" he said She started dancing back and forth. Chris followed her movements and began to get the hang of it after a bit. " So what is this dance called?" he asked trying to wrap his head around the whole idea of dancing.((going to bed now cause got an exam in the morning, CYA tomorrow...at some point when I get home)) Kaylee's Dance.^ Chris laughed a little, finding it sorta funny she named the dance after herself, and followed her movements. And, That's it. Got it? She said kissing him. You aren't bad. "Yeah" Chris said as he kissed her back. "I think class starts soon" We better go, I want to Moshe said kissing him deeply. ---------- She took his hand and lead him out of the room, What class do we go to? She said looking down every hall. ((can, I am excused from this role-play? I do not want to be a part of it anymore. I have been left behind.)) ((yeah sorry bout that ... partly my fault)) ((I check on here almost every day but still. I'm left behind :cry:)) ((well really in the RP its only been the night and breakfast the next day so your not really that behind, it would be worse if it was a week)) [Whoever stays in this role-play can continue on with it because I want nothing to do with it anymore] ((ok, so can I still be in it? Or no?)) [You can if you want, I'm just going to make another academy] ((but I don't know where to join in :cry: all I know is that Chris and the other girl are dating. And that there is a dance)) ((class starts soon you can join in there)) [i threw the dance in there because I was trying to find some order on this thing] ((ok. I'll join when class starts)) ((Great, I ruined it for people?)) ---------- :cry: (I can leave it. Everyone else can stay.) [You don't have to leave, you can still be a part of the RP] Yes, But this role-play has died out, It takes so long to get one reply, I have felt into others and writing. [I could see that was happening, all the ppl that accepted on here haven't even posted yet. So I created another academy RP, when they die out I kept making more even if it takes me a long time to come up with a story]

The Secret Society Academy {Accepting}{Need ppl}|rating:2.0

A Cyber Crime, a Detective in trouble

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Her site which the former cyber crimes detective set up for her allowed her the best protection she could have without fear of it getting out there. Or so she thought. The blue-eyed girl with her hair up stood outside pacing the office of the new Cybercrime detective trying to word exactly what she wanted and hopefully not have him ratting her out. She took a swig of her black coffee and wondered when the guy would come out. It was stressful enough knowing that some sick asshole was out there selling her videos and pictures to others.Oh, if she could only find this guy then she would show him exactly what she could do. I mean she was one of the stations accomplished physical close quarters combatant and marksmen. Hell, she was one of the highest scoring detectives in the whole precinct she just seemed to have issues with a dangerous fetish, due to her having no real love life. Finally, with a resolved sigh she knocked on the door." Hello, this is Detective Debussy I need to talk to you about...a case" Henry Robinson, 'Keys' to his friends for spending so much time with a keyboard in front of him22 and fresh out of the academy whiz with computers, with women on the other hand, not so much. He was in his office, sure it was in the basement, but he liked it, and it was bigger than what they got up in the bullpen, busy trying to fix another IT mess, god he wanted something better to do, after all he hadn't signed up for cyber crimes to fix payroll problems and delete parking tickets for friends of officers." Come in" he said without looking up from his monitor, He heard the female voice and wondered what mundane task it would be now, then he heard her use the word "case" he looked up quickly. WOW, he was stunned and speechless when he saw the beautiful officer in front of him"umm .err yeah...how can I help you?" he managed to stammer out Ophelia looked at the kid and shook her head. Great a rookie went through her head as she stepped into office. She took another drink of the steamy black sludge that was conveniently called coffee here in the police station. It wasn't good but it was free. Still, she would have rather gotten a simple dollar cup at McDonald's or something. She shook that out from her mindset and looked to the rookie." Yes, As I said I am Detective Debussy. I know it's odd seeing a woman my age being a detective, but I am one of the best. As for the case." She shut the door behind her and made sure no one was around. "It's a well personal nature. I was hacked, and I kinda am used to talking to the former Cyber head Amber. She, however, said you tested off the charts at the academy, so I can trust you. To be blunt my hack was to a private site I have and well someone took the files there, and I need them back. Like now so can you help me?" She said as she leaned down to look into the man's eyes who sat caring little if he sees a bit of her cleavage. If he agreed he would see a lot more and then some. She couldn't hide it from him so might as well let him have a peek if he did he might be more endearing to the thought of helping her. "Umm sure" he said his head was swirling, this was one of the hottest women he had ever seen and here she was, he peeked at her cleavage, trying to be careful not to get caught. "Capt Rollins was a mentor to me in the academy I'm glad she thinks highly of me" he blushed "I'm sure I can help you out" he told her feeling good about himself, finally a problem he could solve and help someone out, not just any someone but a beautiful someone"Now you said it's of a personal nature, I can be trusted don't worry I'm very good at keeping secrets" he reassured her"now what was hacked a department server private server..."the next three or sentences were computer jargon that didn't understand "Just tell me what I'm looking for, I will need you account and while they tell you never give this out to anyone, it will be much easier for me if you give me the password and access codes" he told here was in his element now, talking about computers and cyber things, as long as he focused on his monitor he was ok, but then he looked over her again and his mind went blank and words failed him"t-t-thanks for letting me help" he smiled and blushed "Yeah she was great, I was happy to see her promoted but sorry to see her go. She was great at her job had a great smile, and was an excellent kisser..." She paused and then continued on as if nothing happened." Yeah, ya see it was my private computer. I kinda have a website.um... let me write it down." Ophelia quickly jotted down the website info Lady O, operator name Lady, password:S3XDR1V3She handed it to him and blushed a bit." I will hold you up to the discreet part. Cause if not I will make sure you won't walk for a month got it" She said as she brushed some hair from her face and stood up. " Sorry I won't actually do that It's just sensitive sharing this all with someone I barely know. I promise to make it up to you with some cupcakes and coffee at a little bakery the next block over okay?" mmm if it's that sensitive I probably shouldn't look from this computers of course didn't, so he reached down and pulled his out from a drawer, he put in the info but only got a scramble of letters and numbers on the screen"this may take me a bit, they did a good job whoever it was, should I meet you at that bakery at shifts end?' Holy shit he thought to himself had he just asked her out? Wait no he wanted to help her with her private matter...but what if she thought it was a date? oh, shit now she was going to laugh at him, for asking out someone soon hot "No, I didn't bring it. I tend to leave it at my desk. Honestly, I use a PC at home." She said scratching her head. She was a bit more at ease now that someone was in the case. She breathed and looked at the man." Sure after the shift, make it 6 I need to shower and change. I hate having funk on me when I go to eat. Meet you there okay. And seriously try not to judge me too much." She said as she walked out of his office.------------(gonna speed this up a bit)------------------- Ophelia changed her clothes and brought her satchel with her laptop. On her right leg, she had a thigh holster with her piece. She was hoping for some good news and also some great cupcakes. She also wanted to get to know the Cyber Crimes officer more. He seemed a good kid and like many rookies, he would need a mentor and who better to mentor him than someone closure to his age. As she entered the establishment she looked for Henry and seeing him waved. Ophelia headed over to the table her hair down and the bag over her shoulder. She walked over and sat down with ease. She could feel various men looking at her and she blushed a bit. As she sat she smiled and looked over at her companion." So I hope you have good news for me?" He there in an academy t shirt and khakis, he brightened up when he saw her come in she asked for good news, he smiled on the inside"well your hackers were very good, but I am better! The site has been restored with some new encryptions on it that will keep it safe. Capt Rollins did a great job setting it up for you BUT you have to keep on these things, every three months or so, that hadn't been updated in over a year" he told her, he took a long pull off his Dew "the bad news is some of the pictures have been leaked outré swallowed hard trying to bring himself to ask the next question, shat the hell Keys, your in the stupid basement anyway just go ahead and blurt it out"that kind of crazy site you have there, you enjoy that, I mean showing off and stuff? He looked down Well it wasn't completely stopped, but he did manage to stop most of it. That was good. What wasn't great was the fact he told her she needed to update it every 3 months. Which meant more intrusiveness into that side of her life. A side she really didn't want to share with others." Okay I get that, should I get my Laptop and Desk Top done too? I mean I use them to manage it?" She said as she looked at him and waved over a waitress for her order. She waited to answer his question until after she orders a tall black coffee with a 'To-Die-For" Chocolate cupcake for herself and whatever Henry wanted. When the waitress left she answered. "To be honest with you Henry, I love being watched. Like right now coming in here those eyes on me made me feel alive! It sends shivers in my body that make me remember that I am desired and sought after. Heck, the last time I had an intimate partner was about a year ago. And that was Amber. On the site, my patrons give me gifts and money that I in-kind show them my body and well perform things. Speaking of which you didn't look at the file that had the videos of me and Amber, did you? I know we were wearing little domino masks and superhero outfits but still.""Besides, I bet you haven't done anything strange with your significant other. Like a striptease or maybe masturbated for her?" She stopped when she noted the waitress coming back over with their order." You'll love this place the cake is so moist, so much that every decedent bite is just as juicy as the first" err well yes I DID look at that file, I needed to look at all the files to check them, but I didn't know it was Capt Rollins! He looked down when she asked about his love life, he didn't have one, he hadn't masturbated for another girl, not one that was in the room at the time anyway. I shit he thought maybe she knows somehow that I jerked off to her files> He hadn't meant to, but she was soon incredible and he WS alone, he couldn't help the blushed a bit "umm no I haven't, and I don't have anyone at home, not even a cat She stopped eating her cupcake at his admittance of the lack of a love life and nodded." I understand, right now all I have is the site. But hey I doubt a cute guy like you is single for long," she said with a giggle. She was enjoying this, to have company was something she rarely goes to relish in and here was a cute guy who wanted to talk so she was taking full advantage." I won't lie I didn't date until I was a senior in high school and lost my virginity to the head of the chess club!" She said as she was the geeky girl but not the kind to focus on computers but the fun stuff like comics, chess and what not." Besides, I bet your first was in college right?" she said sipping her coffee before devouring the rest of her cupcake. No not in college he laughed hoping she wouldn't ask more. He hadn't lied he just said it wasn't in college, that was true as he was still waiting for his first time Wow I find it hard to believe someone so pretty doesn't have dates lined up every night he told here liked her she was easy to talk to, or at least as easy as it got with him when it came to girls"Listen I'd be happy to keep up your site and keep it safe for you, that way you don't have to worry, and I won't tell a soul I swear" he motioned an X over his lips to show he would t tell "Oh that is unfortunate," she said as she took a sip of her coffee. Hell if she in college when he was she might have slept with him. He was cute after all in his own way. I mean he loved his work and seemed to be decent enough not to narc on her." So you are saying I should have you come look at my personal PCs'" Ophelia said looking at him with a smile." I guess you want to look at them soon rather than later. I doubt they are any safer than the site." Ophelia sighed as she would have to issue a statement that her site was down for the evening, which meant that sleep would be hard to come by. Still, it was worth it in the long run. The brunette giggled as she noted the fact the man crossed his lips. The giggle turned into a laugh as she placed a couple of the twenties down on the table and stood." Well let's get you to my place so you can update my security," She said looking at him with a smile that spoke of no other options but for him to say yes Keys swallowed hard, wow was he really going to go over there, where she had made those videos, where she kept those outfits. His mind raced at the thought of it, he felt himself start to stiffen in his panther voice broke him out of his trance and he stood up She turned and looked at him and cocked her brow." Are you okay Henry? You look a little lost?" She asked as she walked towards him and gripped his arm. She squeezed it and giggled. Furthermore, she then slid her hand down and grabbed his hand tugging at his body to follow her." You didn't drive here, did you. Because I live over the Pearl Necklace bar and club. Its like five blocks from here. It's a bit of a walk but I don't mind it. Besides, we can talk on the way." No I showered up in the locker room at the station and walked over. It felt so good when she took his hand led him out. As they walked the few blocks to her place he was feeling good about himself, he saw the looks he was getting as he walked down the street holding her hand. The whole he looked around and didn't see another girl nearly as beautiful as the one holding his hand. Then they got to her place, he was about to go up to her apartment, he didn't have a lot of experiences in girls places, he'll, he didn't have any She leads the Cybercrime Dick through the side entrance of the bar. When she went into through the service door the bouncer there a tall but lean Asian man. He smiled seeing her but frowned at Henry. Ophelia noted the frown and turned." Sent you had your chance and you blew it. I mean come on what kind of date is Panda Express and window shopping. Oh, and don't forget the whole 'Oops my hand slipped'" She said pissed at the fact this man who she gave a chance thought a hand on her ass and down her pants was appropriate. She straightened herself when the other staff looked at them, and she shook her head."Besides, he is here to help with my Cybersecurity and a Cyber Case for work, so don't get all jealous" She said as she gestured for you to follow and stormed off to a small set of stairs that split one went up and one went down." Sorry Henry" she said as you guys got to the hatch-style door. She turned to focus on the door her thong(was slightly exposed at your angle. After a little twist and a jimmy she got it to click open, and she pushed it up." Well here we go" she said as she walked up the stairs and into a studio apartment that looked as if one stepped into a literal mix of urban chic and geek chic. He felt awkward as he just stood there as she told off the bouncer, wow he had actually had a chance to take this incredible lady out? Wow, and what an idiot to blow it. Henry thought to himself if ever had a date he would take to someplace nice like that French place Château.' Come on Keys, don't kid yourself, you struck out with girls that weren't half this hot' he told himself, yet still there was something about the way she talked with that was different. As he waited for her to play with the look he got a look at her, he gasped when he saw the little thing she had on, his brain started its own memory search to see which video he had seen her wear that in, god those were hot, why just thinking about them was giving him a pardon. Then walking into the small apartment he realized he couldn't just into another room or hide behind a computer desk to hide the bulge in his pants, he would just try to face away, he looked to see if there was a window he could stand in front of and pretend to be looking at the view while he calmed himself" I know It's not big, but it is my home. Plus the club below gives me free beer and food sometimes. Also, please ignore my mess." She says gesturing to the clothes strewn about. Normally she would have begun to strip off her clothes, but she had company." The computer is over by the bed" she said walking him over to her queen-sized bed with a desk that held a computer specially built with the best audiovisual equipment you can buy. She walked over to the kit Ben and grabbed BIM a chair." Is IR okay FOD me to get a little bit more comfortable. Its just I normally have fewer clothes on me by now. So I am going to strip down a bit if bats cool with you. I mean I don't want to make it embarrassing or awkward for you" Embarrassing for ME? He thought, she will be the one in less clothes, yeah he would find it awkward but no more than trying to hide what was now a full-blown pardon in his pants." uh umm well I want you to be comfortable" he stammered out and sat down at the monitor.'don't blow it Keys, don't say something stupid trying to be cool. God, it's bad enough striking out with regular girls, but she is extra hot AND she works in the building you don't want everyone snickering at you' he thought to himself. He started up her computer and got to work She smiled and gave Henry a quick hug and a peck on the cheek." Thank you!" She said as she pulled off her gun and then Pulled off her dress revealing that she wore only the thong with her nipple covered in little circle bandied. She giggled as she sat on her couch and turned on her Xbox One and then her TV." Thanks for being so cool about this I am in your debt, seriously I owe like a dinner or something after all this. Especially the whole near nudity. I mean normally I am just in my socks, but I mean seriously you are like the coolest dude ever." She grabbed her controller and started up Netflix. She popped up the newest season of The Flash and giggled." Hope you don't mind I am going to watch some more episodes of The Flash if you are cool with that," She said expertly navigating her controller to get to the episodes and getting the episode sued up. "Yeah STE go ahead, I was always a Marvel guy myself" he told her'Really that's your ate MPG at being cool Marvel guy?' He told himself hey she mentioned dinner this is a chance ask her out do it come on Keys this is both the hottest and coolest girl ever! He finished with the computer, this thing was buttoned down now, no worries of the aha k, now spin around in the chair brag about your work and ask her to dinner it's simple he told himself"well detective" he said confidently enough, but then he spun the chair around to face her, he saw her in just that thong and what the hell was that on her nipples "your computer is hack safe proof... Err I mean ace proof hack" DAMMIT he thought "safe and hack proof" he spit it out "hum how about that dinner is at ...well I mean how about I take you to Château for dinner?" He blushed trying not to stare at her" I love Marvel !!! Sadly I am waiting for them to drop the Defenders. I also really love Jessica Jones and Luke Cage, I wouldn't mind band caught between those two in bed." She let it trail off before Henry spun about and spoke about dinner. He stammered through his words and she giggled." I would eat, but honestly I don't want to change again. Can we rain check the going out and just order some Chinese?" She asked as she turned to look and smiled." And thanks again for the updating, I am honestly in your debt, that being said you promise that you aren't going to say anything right. I mean it's a secret between the two of us. Right" SHR died brushing hair from her face to behind her ear a bit nervous about him having a change of heart. "I was asking about maybe Fri night with reservations and everything" he said in a low voice, taking her idea of Chinese take as a rejection of his asking her out to dinner "Sure Chinese sounds good" he said louder." Don't worry detective, I am very good at keeping secrets safe, and after I am done here your computer will be as well" he smiled up at her. He wanted to keep from staring at her body, it was hard as sexy as she was, but made easier by the smile she gave him, it was ok to stare at her face he told himself, her beautiful face. He wondered about sharing his own secret with her, but after feeling turned down on his invite to dinner he hesitated" Friday it is, any preference on attire, FO you want me in the little black dress, or something more like a black skirt and a green top?" She asked as she paused the show and smiled. She was really relaxed as she draped over the back of the couch to loom at him." That is great, You are a lifesaver Henry! And I hope you are okay with Chinese tonight, I mean if you had asked before I got comfortable I would have been all over that, but once I am naked I hate to get dressed again." Ophelia said as she giggled and pulled out her phone." Also, It's hard to get dressed then you have been staring at me the whole time! And don't lie and say no. It okay I love to be stared at I mean you saw my videos..." she said chuckling as she then turned back to the TV grabbing her little basket of menus." So Henry tell me more about yourself. I figured as A hostess I should drum up a conversation." He perked up as he realized her misunderstanding "Oh I didn't mean tonight, it's hard to get a table at that place, but I did the owner a favor, I won't say what as avian I am good ant saying things that are private, but I will get us a good table, I won't let this be another Panda Express night for you!" He told her "I'm sure whatever you wear you will be the best looking girl in the place"He blushed a little as she called him out for staring, oh this was awkward where the hell was the delivery guy when he needed him." Well I tried not to but your so...so...so THERE, right in front of me, I'm not used to it." He said not telling her this was the most time he had ever spent with a woman as naked as she was" Oh no, don't worry about the whole Panda Express thing, this is different. I mean you came here, so I am treating you!" She said as she set her phone down and got up walking towards the door. On the coat rack by the door was a silk green robe. She slid it on, which did little more than show her figure famed behind a hazy green. When Henry spoke of not being used to nudity she cocked herb tow." Wait I trust you on the privacy, but I thought you said you were okay with naked women. I mean you've had a girlfriend and had sex right?" "Oh that was different because it was a date right?" He said not weather to be hurt or mad that she hadn't thought that he was asking her out. And I meant I wasn't used to someone I just met being naked he added, not a lie but certainly not answering the more direct question he had just been asked He smiled to himself for a half a second then thought 'Gee Keys she is a detective she is going to see right through that half answer,' Seeing Henry get mad she was a bit more confused. Did he think it was a date? Did Henry really think this would be considered a date? She shook that off." Sorry I thought we were just doing a normal hangout, I mean if it was a date I wouldn't have taken off my dress" She said covering herself now as she blushed a bit." I...should get dressed then...um." She throws money at Henry." That should cover the cost of the food" she said as she rushed over and pulled her partition up and quickly threw off the robe." I mean if you want this more of a date, we could maybe go out to get ice cream or coffee." No that's not what I meant he told her, tonight isn't a date, nor is any of the things you have mentioned he told her when I asked you out to a nice French restaurant for dinner THAT was asking you out he said and bowed his head "look I don't know what I was thinking even trying for you, your so fat out of my league. Look you want the truth detective, you are not only the hottest girl I've seen that naked, you are the ONLY girl! I know your secret about the website you want to know mine? I am a virgin" he boldly told her "I hope that doesn't make it around the precinct but even if it does your secret is safe with me Ophelia stopped and stepped out with no nipple covers or thong. She was shocked." Wait a handsome guy like you who is nice and sweet has never.... No are you sure?" She asked standing there a bit confused. She blinked and stepped back behind the partition." Sorry, and No I am looking forward to the fancy restaurant with you. I mean honestly most of the guys at the precinct just want me for my body, I mean it's flattering, but I think you want a bit more from me. I thought maybe that you and I might relax tonight, I mean I do have Halo! We could always play Halo" Yeah I'm pretty sure I'd remember losing my V card he told her" Look detective, I think you are amazing and if I just hang out and play Halo 4 with you, I'm still a lucky guy, but if you want I'd love to take you out Friday night...to dinner... On a date" Ophelia sighed and walked out from behind the partition showing everything for him to really look at, even her little triangle of hair. As she stood there she looked over at him and smiled." Really you don't mind a night in with me sitting back playing Halo, while we eat take out while NAKED!" She said giggling as she walked towards him and gave him a big hug. After a minute or two she released the hug and gave the man a kiss." I really think we can call this the first date. And I am sorry for being well naked, I will try to be more respectful for the next time but." a knock on the door interrupted them as she giggled.". First, let's eat, then maybe I can show you how well I can beat you at HALO!!!" She said as she rushed back behind the partition."Oh, and don't forget to Tip!" But what? He thought. Shit this delivery guy was the worst, not showing up when I wanted him to, and now showing up when I don't, and right as she was about to tell me something, and for this I'm going to tip him? Keys didn't care what the total was, he just wanted him to go so he handed him 2 the entries and told him keep the change, taking the bag and shutting the door. He hoped she would still be naked when she came back or had she changed into one of her outfits he wondered Ophelia let him deal with the delivery boy, which she was glad about and put back on her robe. But just her robe. She then came back out and sat in front of her impressive television and grabbed the controllers." It's been awhile since I shared a screen. Still, I think I can work this just fine." Ophelia said as she looked at the smiled. She loved Chinese food and video games. If she could tie in sex it would be a great night! He tried not to let his disappointment show when she came back, but knew he wasn't good at hiding things"Oh you REALLY want to play against me at this? Prepare to get Spanked detective! " He said then blushed a little thing of watching the video of her actually getting spanked. They finished the takeout and settled in on the couch just as they started he hit the pause button "you started saying something right before he knocked, was there something I should know?" She giggled as she handed him player two and opened up to the player versus player. She pulled her player in its pretty pink outfit and looked at him." Why not, I think you underestimate me because I am a girl," she said giggling as she winked then flashed Henry before she pressed except on her character. She scooted over on the couch to let him sit next to her, her robe open revealing her naked body underneath." Oh earlier," she said looking at him for a minute." Well if you must know I was going to say something about playing your cards right, but right now I more want to trounce you at Halo, so I can victory dance all over you!" she said giggling as she then gestured to the areas." Since you are my guest you get to pick the map and type of match" The game started, and they were quickly into it, she was as good as she claimed, but he was up the challenge and after some intense game play neither had managed to get an upper hand on the other until at one key point she stood up and dropped her robe, he quit paying attention to the game and just stared at her body, and then she dropped her controller and raised her arms in victory. It was worth losing he thought, to watch the way her breasts jiggle when she raised up like that, he was in awe of her body She giggled as she turned to you after her dance and did some horrible dance moves before she pointed at you." See take that Henry!" she said as she walked over and spun around to shake her naked ass in your face before she twerked her tiny backside at you. She let up before she stopped and looked over her shoulder." Um... Is that what I think it is" she said as she wiggled her ass on your crotch and blushed."Because I honestly am flattered" He couldn't help but laugh a little at her goofy victory dance, but he quieted when it turned into twerking. Her perfect ass bouncing in his face, giving him a glimpse at her puffy pussy, he was instantly hard, harder than he had ever been. As she wiggles on him and asked about he looked down blushing" oh come on, flattered? You DO know what guys do when they watch your website right? You have to be used to guys having that happen She blushed as she turned her face from him and spoke softly." I know, but I haven't had a lot of guys personally here. I mean the guy in the videos. Well, he is an ex-boyfriend who kinda comes by when he isn't with a girl and we just kinda...well go at it. The women are just a few friends and the big black guy on the one video is well my former neighbor who got drunk." she said as she tentatively looked over her shoulder." I am flattered you would think me sexy, I kinda have been enjoying playing games with you, and you are so calm and honest." she said as she moved from his lap to turn and stand. She stood there for a minute letting him bask in the glow of her nudity before she slowly knelt down and began to unzip his pants. Calm? He wasn't calm he was too nervous to speak! So it was thing to have jerked off watching her videos but flattering to get hard in front of hot body? Keys did understand this lady, but he did like her.... A Lathe gasped when she knelt and undid his zipper"Um...um...um" he tried to speak "I think there's something you should know before we...ah.... I'm a virgin" he blurted out Ophelia continued to let the hand unzip the pants and with her other fished out the throbbing member of her acquaintance. She let the hand gingerly stroke the throbbing rod as she giggled." Then I am flattered to even more. I would love to make you officially a man" She said as she let her lips hover over the tip and make a small kiss to the tip. Soon she would envelop the throbbing cock between her red lips. He was worried what she would think as she pulled it from his pants, he had known since the showers in gym class his was different. Oh, it was a bit longer them most guys at a little over 7 inches. No, what set his apart was the girth. He could barely fit his own hand around it, and he knew the sexy detective wouldn't get her fingers to touch as she grasped it. He moaned loudly as she kissed the tip, he was about to ask if she was serious about "making him a man" when she took him in her mouth."Oh, god that feels better than anything I've ever felt" he yelled out She could barely get her hands around the thing, but Ophelia wasn't scared as she began to let her fingertips tease the underside of the helmet's edge. Her other hand began its best up and down stroke as she licked the slit at the tip. She let her tongue dip and twist wetting the little hole for a good while before she pulled her mouth away and giggled." Let me guess you were afraid I would be scared off by the girth" she giggled as she opened her mouth and let her lips seal around the head before she began to suckle on it as if a straw! No, I didn't know what to think, was all he could say, he put his head back to revel in the sensations, oh he had imagined a girl doing this 1000 times but never dreamed it would feel this good, OT that the first one to do it would be this HOT Ophelia begins to lower her mouth taking a bit more of the cock she had been teasing into her warm wet mouth. As she does her right hand begins to twist up and down the shaft of the cock while the other one reaches in and begins to knead the fleshy globes of his testicles. Ophelia having perfected her skills over the course of the videos and well in general with willing partners learned a great deal about who exactly she was and how much of a deviant she could truly be. He had no sample pool to compare it to, but he was pretty sure the blowjob he was getting was a great one. He reached down as she preformed on him and grabbed her pert tits, they filled his hands, 'Oh shit this is amazing' he thought He realized he wasn't going to last much longer" oh Detective... I don't think I can hold...back....any.....longer......." With that he felt his balls contract and start to pulse As Ophelia began to move her lips up and down as far as it could go her hand began to work in a corkscrew pattern up and down, meeting her lips when down and parting when she pulled back up. As she did, she felt his cock begin to throb and his ball stiffen, almost as he began to talk she knew he was about to blow his load She almost was about to pull away but instead to the hit in her mouth. Quickly her throat and mouth began to fill with ropey string after string of thick white goo that was Henry's' semen. She coughed for the minute before she pulled away her chin letting a bit dribble as she reached over to grab a tissue and wipe her mouth daintily almost as if devouring the Chinese food she had before." Next time try to tell me sooner, so I can stop and let you cool down or maybe do something kinky like a facial or on my tits" she giggled before she stood and placed a hand on her hip." So what now, Do you want a real good look at your first live pussy or maybe, possibly you want to see if you can handle the main event?" She asked with an eager face that she hoped conveyed support for his plight. He had a huge smile on his, wow he couldn't believe his day. Just listening to her talk about taking a facial and letting him explore her body had him fully charged and ready to again almost instantly." oh wow I don't know, it's all so amazing, I never really thought... I mean....what do you think we should do?" He asked, his eyes looking her naked body up and down Ophelia blushed as she reached out and grabbed your hand. She placed it on her body and went for the other hand. With it, she let it cup her barely a b cup breast and messages it as she let the other hand slide down and touch her soft slick sex and smiled. I am not sure Henry, how about you let these hands of yours explore while you make a decision" He moaned loudly as she placed his hands on her, he squeezed her pert breasts, feeling the nipple grow hard from his touch. His second hand on her wet slit, he rubbed up and down and then slid it onto her waiting wetness "MMM Do you feel that Henry," She said stepping back and letting a string of her wetness go from her lower lips to your finger. She giggles as she steps forward leans down and kisses you on your lips before she straddles your cock and begins to use her wet lips to stroke your cock." So what now Henry, do you want me to take your Cherry?" She giggled as she moved her hips forward and back waiting for an answer before she would slide it in her tight wet pussy. He was overwhelmed as he felt her food his fingers, he had just cum minutes before, and yet he was sure his cock had never been as hard as it was right at that moment (well except for maybe right before he blew his load during that BJ) He held on pushing his arm forward her trying not to let his fingers slip out as she backed up Then he felt her lips on his, he returned her kiss, and moaned into it as he felt her straddle him Then she asked what he had hoped for so long, He could only nod his answer, then regaining enough mental power to speak"Oh god yes detective, more than anything" Ophelia kissed him as she moved her hips from his lap letting the pinned cock to spring up. She giggled and let her head rest on yours as she smiled." So I am going to lay you down and let you get a good look at your fat juicy cock gets its first pussy, and you get to have it raw"With that, she slipped away enough to get to her feet and push you gently back onto the seat cushions of her couch. As she made sure you were comfortable she re straddled your cock. With one hand she got it to stand straight up and steady it exactly under her pussy. She teased the tip by letting her lips part and her body shifting front and back wetting the tip smiling." Are you ready? Or would you like me to stop? Maybe you want to save it for another girl?" Other girl???WHAT other girl? You are both the hottest AND coolest girl ever! He said almost pleading with her to finish now She giggled as she leaned in and kissed you deeply on the mouth before she pulled her lips away." Okay then I hope you won't regret it later," She said as she lowered her self down onto the throbbing member, making it past the head and stopping as she gasped." You weren't kidding, it's a bit thicker than I am used to giving me a second," She said as she began to rotate her hips wetting the head a bit more. He moaned loudly as she started to be the first woman to have him"OH god, how could I ever regret this, its fucking WONDERFUL" he said He wanted to just thrust up at her as she lowered herself, but seeing she was adjusting to his thick shaft he just laid back and enjoyed Ophelia giggled as she got down further and rotated a bit more. " I am glad to hear that!" She began to rotate her hips her juices beginning to run down your cock shaft. Followed by her sliding all the way to the base. She gasped as she was sitting in his lap and looked at Henry."OH HENRY" She gasped as she slowly began to rise and bit her lower lip unwittingly feeling every inch. It was a very nice and thick dick, one she hadn't really ever experienced before.

A Cyber Crime, a Detective in trouble|rating:3.0

Grandpre Academy - Bolerum [4E]

This thread is for the solo action or knowledge that happen to Bole rum. Item Wish list (2013-09-27)Spoiler Hide Wish list: 5) Ruby Scabbard, Amulet of Life +1 6) Iron Armbands of Power, Horned Helm, more Iron Armbands of Power 7) Reproachful Great sword +2, Badge of the Berserker +2 8) Potion Bandolier, Vanguard Great sword +2, Meliorating Plate +2 9) Boots of Eagerness, Helm of Battle 10) Amulet of Life +2, Battle forged Plate +2 Currently using: Green bane, or a +1 Reproachful Great sword Possibilities: Vanguard, Vicious, Sun blade Armor Currently using: Versatile Plate Armor +1 Possibilities: Pretty much just upgrade this to +2 or better Neck Currently using: Cloak of the Walking Wounded +1 Possibilities: The same at +2 or better, Cloak of Resistance, Cloak of Distortion Other Some form of magic scabbard, Demon skin Tattoo Personal Quest :Spoiler Hide Bole rum wants to kill a giant to the greater glory of Word, and to inspire men to acts of might and courage. DMA you see Grok, Green bane tell you,"Half-orc isn't much better than full orcs. We should kill that one before they cause trouble to the city! We also should deal with that stupid orc now that we are done using him." You do sense his racist side caring for enemies blood. Spoiler Hide Lol, I forgot twice to tell you this lol... Item wish list Spoiler Hide In the spirit of preparing some treasure ahead of time, here is your old Item wish list. You may update it (up to 10 items, max level 15) 4) Gauntlets of Blood 5) Ruby Scabbard 6) Iron Armbands of Power 7) Reproachful Great sword +2 8) Potion Bandolier NOTE : Try to give me choice at various level range please. Looking in consternation at his weapon, Bole rum frowns, clearly pained. He remains withdrawn, if polite toward the nearby orc-blooded adventurers. Once they've departed, mindless of other onlookers, he speaks to his sheathed blade,"Holy sword, I love your zeal and your ferocity against the green skins. Battle and ultimately a good death against a worthy enemy are fine things! But please know that without camaraderie, my life would be empty. Sung isn't someone I would ever turn you against! I would sooner strike off my own hand!" "By that same token, until I see clearly that his new companions have fell intentions, I must abide by his judgment and that of Ace-of-Spades." "Tonight, we will return to the ruins and slake your great thirst with the black blood of many wretched, wicked goblins and less noble orcs." Spoiler Hide Diplomacy: (d20+9)[25] Spoiler Hide Wish list: 5) Ruby Scabbard, Amulet of Life +1 6) Iron Armbands of Power, Horned Helm, more Iron Armbands of Power 7) Reproachful Great sword +2, Badge of the Berserker +2 8) Potion Bandolier, Vanguard Great sword +2, Meliorating Plate +2 9) Boots of Eagerness, Helm of Battle 10) Amulet of Life +2, Battle forged Plate +2 DMGreenbane mood brighten up at the mention of heading out in the forest. You do feel that the weapon do understand your values, but he simply cannot overcome his racism, which is at the very core of its personality." I can't wait!", reply the weapon, thinking of killing green skinned enemies. Spoiler Hide I've replied this to let you know that green bane is getting restless when he doesn't get his share of daily goblin. Still, the weapon have complete trust in you, you know that. Bole rum basic information :Spoiler Hide Once the hoping is done and your character is updated with the new loot, verify and update this please : Initiative : +4 HP: 53 Surge Value : 14 (Belt of Vigor) Surge per day : 12 AC : 22 (21 if armor is set for speed) Fortitude : 18 Reflex : 17 Will : 17 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +11 / 1d10+5 (+6 / 1d10+3 Radiant) Passive Perception : 13 Passive insight : 18 Resist : None Default Action when players unavailable : DELAY Mark damage : 5 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, (Goblin - from Green bane) Green bane = 19 Looks good. I'm not sure what the Basic Attack numbers in parentheses were, so I removed them. Box doesn't have a BA that does Radiant damage. His OA would attack at +11 and do d10+5. Spoiler Hide Initiative : +4 HP: 53 Surge Value : 14 (Belt of Vigor) Surge per day : 12 AC : 22 (21 if armor is set for speed; +1 vs Orcs and Goblins) Fortitude : 18 Reflex : 17 Will : 17 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +11 / 1d10+5 Passive Perception : 13 Passive insight : 18 Resist : None Default Action when players unavailable : Mark and Valiant Strike nearest enemy; take direction as needed from other PCs. Mark damage : 5 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, (Goblin - from Green bane) Green bane = 19 [/QUOTE] Greenbacks the weapon sees the goblins, you get assaulted by a rush of bloodlust. While such a strong feeling might have overwhelmed you before, you've gotten used to it by now and it doesn't even bother you."Oh, yeah! Some green skinned buggers to slather! Let's show them our power!" GreenbaneYou feel the weapon glee as you slay the creature." That's how we do it! Death to the green skinned creeps!" The paladin understand clearly what the goblins Smythe small goblin yell,"NOK the Muir!"((Come help me!))his allies hesitate, and the unarmed bugbear yell back, not at the goblin, but at the others' fighter,"Las tier MYR! Dirt Jews!"((Stand your ground! Reform ranks!)) GreenbaneAshe strike true again and pull the panicking enemy back away from his allies." Nok his Beer!" yell the goblin.((Kill that elf!!!) You hear Green bane laugh,"Weaklings, don't waste time on that one, the bugbear look tougher! Let's kill those!" Greenbacks Ashe is moved into the stairway, the two bugbear move with great finest and speed, surprising everyone including Bole rum beside one and move into the guard room. Everyone loose sight of one of the bugbear, until an axe comes flying at Ashe and hit him hard on the shoulder. The other bugbear then grab the door and slam it shut yelling to his partner,"Oil car Mar!"((Put up the beam!))Your intelligent weapon mood boil up as he says,"Coward! Don't let them escape!" DMBolerum hear the bugbear yell,"Come back here and help us you coward!" History on rod (Part 3, post 42) : (26) Looking at the rod, you realize that the runes on it aren't linked to the rod magic at all. They are simply Supernal text, the angels' language. You also note a few symbols among them that make you sure it is linked to the Below religion. Nice roll. Yeah, I was looking at Religion and thinking "Int, dump stat of paladins and clerics everywhere, is used for Religion. Well, maybe I'll get lucky!" DM Perception (13) on Goblin statue : Nothing Insight (24) on goblin statue :This isn't a goblin god representation, but more than likely one of the goblin leader. Religion on the door with sun (23) - IC 3, post 57 Bole rum inspect the double doors. The symbol is fused into the reinforced double door. It is made of some mix of gold and bronze. While the first idea that comes into mind with a sun is Below, it doesn't really look like the Peoria symbol. Still, as you look more carefully, you realize that it is indeed a Below insignia, but one that is very old. You remember learning somewhere that the priests modernized the symbol 700 years ago and this is how it looked before that time. Religion (19) on statue and Altar (IC3, post 102) : The statue is the regular Below representation, the same one that you've seen in many temples, yet, there is a slight difference. Usually, the Sun god is represented as a commoner, wearing simple clothes. This one, appear to be wearing some chain armor. He even Cary a heavy mace, which is his cult favored weapon, at his belt, which regular statues doesn't have. Other than that, the sun god expression is benevolent as usual, as is his posture with open arms. Insight (26) on temple mood (IC3, post 102) : With the difference you've noticed on the Below statue, you look around you and many disturb you in the temple. Below temples are usually peaceful place, as the god is known to provide guidance and healing to the population. This place is different, with his many scenes of heroes battling enemies, repelling evil creatures. You've seen only one temple with similar general design before, thought the craftsmanship was not as good as the one here : A temple of Bahamas ran by a group of Avenger and Invokers. Your best guess would be that this place was surely run by the same kind of Peoria followers, those dedicated to works against evil, rather than priest who promoted peace and healing. Diplomacy (20 - with Ace help) ((IC3, post 102) Your prayer to the Sun lord doesn't receive any obvious answer. Spoiler Hide Nice call here on Insight Also I don't know why you rerolled IOC... the IC roll worked... at least I seem their result. Greenbacks you tell your prayer, you get an approving feeling coming from the intelligent weapon. As you say you'd like to would had a drink with the member of this church, Green bane say,"Below is a good ally to have, one that strive to help the humans in need. I've had a drink with Gilroy Bentham known as the orc slayer,"by a drink you easily guess he meant enemies blood,"He was a good and courageous fighter." You get a few rushes of nostalgic feeling coming from the weapon. You also realize that Green bane was silent since you entered the temple hallway, returning some peculiar feeling. Furthermore, you did not pay too much attention to it, as you are now used to the weapon mood swings, but thinking about it, you suddenly remember seeing a scene behind one of the statue were the man it represents is in full battle with hordes or orcs. As you remember that, the weapon only says,"Yeah, that was Gilroy." Religion (23) check on Angel creature (IC3, post 113) : This is an Angel of valor. (15) : Angel of valor are soldiers of the gods, serving in vast armies and following commands of mortal priests or more powerful angels. When a cleric needs numbers to get the job done, angels of valor offer the best help. (20) : When a devout worshiper of a particular god does something to delight that god, such as showing valor in the god's name, an angel of valor might be dispatched to reward the worshiper. An appropriate reward might include a magic item or even the service of the angel of valor for 10 days. Passive insight on Age of valor (IC 3 Post 114) : You realize that the Angel cannot be convinced to go against his orders in any way. It is evident that he understand your position and would like to support you, but to him orders are orders. He seems to carefully choose his words, probably because there is thing he should not tell you and in the end you understand that he is giving you a clue on how to gain access : You need a Below priest, maybe even a simple true believer might work. Heal: [8] to study the dead goblins (IC 3, post 145) The half burnt goblin are in bad shape. You also see some slashing wound, but cannot know what really killed them between the burning and wounds. It is evident that these died not too long ago, you'd say anywhere between today and two weeks ago. Spoiler Hide A surprise round will happen once Shadow and Monique position themselves. A burst of darkness will erupt over you, and you'll find yourself teleported to G2 (on the sliding slope) because the attack miss you (15 VS Will). In front of you, there will be a wall of dark energy you cannot see thought, going from the stone wall up to the chasm wall between row 2 and 3). The wall is 20 feet tall (so not up to the roof). Do you want to do a saving throw (roll it here if you do) not to slide down into the dark energy wall or do you forfeit it to slide into the blackness? Originally Posted by DeKay Spoiler Hide A surprise round will happen once Shadow and Monique position themselves. A burst of darkness will erupt over you, and you'll find yourself teleported to G2 (on the sliding slope) because the attack miss you (15 VS Will). In front of you, there will be a wall of dark energy you cannot see thought, going from the stone wall up to the chasm wall between row 2 and 3). The wall is 20 feet tall (so not up to the roof). Do you want to do a saving throw (roll it here if you do) not to slide down into the dark energy wall or do you forfeit it to slide into the blackness? Sliding into blackness really isn't in Box's idiom. He's saving himself to get devoured by a great beast. Save:(d20)[7]Edit: Darkness it is! After the attack : Bole rum strong spirit manage to resist the attack, and he finds himself teleported outside the area of the attack, beside Ace near the natural cliff. Behind him, a wall of black energy going roughly 30 feet high at the lower part of the round room block his line of sight. Bole rum and Ace torchlight repel more of the natural darkness of the tunnel ahead and the paladin spot two creatures. In front, he sees a plain black translucid humanoid shade, with no features or details. Behind the shadow creature, you spot a creature with the same proportions, but this one is a real physical creature. It appears to be human woman, but her skin is crawled and a shade of gray and two flames fills her eye sockets. Most of her gear look old and half rusted or rotten except 4 items : a cloak is of fine silk lined with some silver thread, a belt made out of two twisted leather straps, a protective steel cap in perfect shape and some dark red shirt and matching pants. The long sword she Wald in her hand is rusted thought, so much that you wonder why she would carry it. But after a few seconds, you see some dark streaks of energy flow along the blade, and you know it won't crumble when she uses it. As the light reveal him, the shade rush forward and slash at Ace with his shadowy blade and is joined by a second creature coming for the other creature. Both weapons hit, and you notice a flicker of dark energy emanate from the shades, followed by the same flicker onto the female behind. Spoiler Hide You have the right to talk IC if you want, if you want to warn the others. TG is the female physical creature. SD are shades. Map : Spoiler Hide Religion (22) on TG (IC 3, post 154) : A simple look at the creature let you know that it isn't alive. Still, while you know it is some sort of undead, you cannot really put a commonly known name to it, like zombies or vampires. You are pretty sure it was a human woman when alive, but you can see some small deformation on her body, traces of some demonic or devilish heritage. It is hard to say if these happened before or after her death, but you get the impression that the source of her death is linked to power not divine but either demonic or devilish. As your struck proved, she is weak against radiant power, and more than likely resistant to necrotic. Looking at the way she fights, and the kind of powers she Wald, she surely was some sort of warlock or maybe sword mage. Knowing all this, you realize that the creature soul, if it is really still there, probably is corrupted, maybe it was even before her death, and she surely is quite unstable, if not utterly mad. While it speaks coherently, dealing with it probably won't yard anything, as she is focused to her goal, nearly obsessed by it. Using existing powers on the sheet, I propose:Spoiler Hide Gilroy temporarily possesses Box when he regains consciousness. He'd be furious with the undead in his city, and would find the paladin of Word a willing channel for his rage. Spoiler Hide Eh? Is this a reference to WOW? Originally Posted by DeKay Spoiler Hide Eh? Is this a reference to WOW? From earlier in this thread:Spoiler Hide Green bane As you tell your prayer, you get an approving feeling coming from the intelligent weapon. As you say you'd like to would had a drink with the member of this church, Green bane say, "Below is a good ally to have, one that strive to help the humans in need. I've had a drink with Gilroy Bentham known as the orc slayer," by a drink you easily guess he meant enemies blood, "He was a good and courageous fighter." You get a few rushes of nostalgic feeling coming from the weapon. You also realize that Green bane was silent since you entered the temple hallway, returning some peculiar feeling. Furthermore, you did not pay too much attention to it, as you are now used to the weapon mood swings, but thinking about it, you suddenly remember seeing a scene behind one of the statue were the man it represents is in full battle with hordes or orcs. As you remember that, the weapon only says, "Yeah, that was Gilroy." Green bane during the battle : While the sword have almost no emotion when fighting other creatures than his green skinned favored enemies, you did feel it moved when you mentioned Gilroy as the sword got motivated by it. Now that you rest, the sword also relax, and you actually see some flashbacks from his past as he remembers them. Battles that it fought with Gilroy and you notice among the heroes fighting by Gilroy side a woman. What really draw your attention is her weapon and the scabbard at her waist, which is the one same one you've found in the treasure. The ring that the undead creature wore is also on her left hand. Spoiler Hide You may roll a history roll with +5. History +5:(d20+6)[23] History (23) on the heraldry symbol from Woman/ring/scabbard : Looking at the heraldry symbol, you recognize it as the Dumont family crest from Torres. While it isn't exactly identical to the one you've seen yourself, you are sure it is the old version of it, which is quite fitting as you know that this family have been around for a long time. As you ponder about this and make the link with the Dumont family, Green bane say, "Mathilde Dumont, yes that her name. She was Gilroy lover. She was a courageous woman who fought along our side for some time. At some point, when she became with child, she decided to stop warfare and enrolled herself a guard duty for some mage academy." Looking a undead creature deformed face, you wonder if this can be the same person. While it is hard to really be certain, the face have some similar features. History (7) searching for interesting battle and stuff in the books :Spoiler Hide Since you are not looking for anything in particular, you do manage to find a few battle recollections, mostly about their strategic an explanation about the choice made and all. They aren't fictional read, but it is evident that these are more meant to be academical. The book you find is about some strings of battles in the middle lands, another country. DM From Ic3, post 220 : As you start to fly down into the room, you feel a rush of speed and the world spin around, as gravity change direction as if the tower suddenly come back up in its rightful position. Had it not been flying, he probably would have crashed down on flat on his belly, but the remaining flying power of Ace give him enough time up to orient himself again before landing on the floor. The first thing he really notices is a huge different in temperature as it is many degrees lower than the second before. Also, the air is humid, which add to the coldness of the area and a putrid smell assault your nose. Looking around, he notes that he still is in a tower, which look quite the same as before, but this isn't where he expected to be. Along most of the wall, a long series of bookshelves voter most of the circular wall. The is to notable cracks on the wall, one on the west wall, where the bookshelf is completely rotten and broken, and one at the back of the only other stairway going up to another level. Dozens of books are scattered on the ground, most of them completely rotten. At first glance, you doubt you will find anything of interest among those books, as they seem to already have been looted. Around you, on the floor, you see two magical circles carved into the ground that look identical to the ones from the room you came from. Behind you, roughly in the middle of the room, an access leading down to a spiraling stairway. Looking down, you see that the room look similar to the one you and your allies were, but they are nowhere to be seen and you don't hear them at all. Also, the room bellow room seem to be standing upright and the few cracks you see in your room seem to extend to the walls bellow. Spoiler Hide Ok, you can roll an arcane check to see if you know what happened to you exactly. So now the gravity as if the tower is standing up. Also roll a saving throw against the strong putrid smell. What do you do? Spoiler Hide The brown circle represent the bookshelves. The yellow and Grey circle are two circle identical from those on the wall from the previous map. The green small lines are rotten books. The blue dot is the bottom of the stairway. The red lines are cracks in the wall/floor. Save:(d20)[12]Arcane:(d20+1)[2] DMBolerum manage to hold up his breakfast quickly covering his face. After a few seconds and the initial shock, he gradually starts to accommodate himself to the smell and knows he'll be alright and will resist it. He has no clue about what happened to him. Spoiler Hide Of course, while your character have no knowledge, he might have a good idea or guests (same as yours lol) "Be warned! There is a foul stench in here, and down has its proper course." DM You words meets only silence, as no one reply to you. Bole rum readies Green bane, then checks the stairway from whence he arrived. Spoiler Hide Of course, he'll probably find it in its original, historic state. He waits several minutes for his companions to join him. If they do not, he'll attempt to locate the source of the foul smell and deal with it. Spoiler Hide Just a suggestion -- rather than a Save, perhaps use an Endurance check for this? That's the usual mechanism for dealing with disease and some poisons. DM Unlike Bole rum expected when he takes time to inspect the stairway going down, it looks quite similar, but it actually isn't. It is made out of the same type of stone, but time seem to had more effect on that one. Actually, the whole room below, and the one you are in as well for that matter, seem to have suffered more that the one in the fallen tower. You explain this mostly because by the cracks in the wall which surely let some water and humidity enter the place. Looking around you realize that most of the smell come from the rotten books, but also from one of the bookshelf, where some creatures seem to have used as a latrine and dumped the remains of his preys. Spoiler Hide And you were right, it should have been an endurance... with your roll, you are ok and don't suffer from the smell. I am painting on the other to see what they do. Nature check regarding the latrine:(d20+3)[11](Probably not much to be learned unless the creature is Natural -- perhaps size and diet.) DM Looking at the size of his poop, you think there are two types of creatures. They are maximum medium-sized. The remain of creature look like rats bones. Other than that, you have no idea what kind of creature this is. DMbolerum doesn't have to wait for long, as he is looking at the latrine, roughly two minutes after he stepped in, his allies come rushing into the room. Spoiler Hide Return to the main IC thread. Spoiler Hide I may have asked you this, just can't find where I've put the reply/file. Did you have a written background for Bole rum? If not, did you have some idea what his previous life was (before he joined up - family, origins, major events of his life) Note that this can be quite simple (I actually have a few things prepared for your character, but I want to make sure it all fits lol). AS you may have noticed, I am the kind of DM who use players background and try to keep the story tied up, plausible, planned and organized (if fictional stuff can be all this lol). Spoiler Hide Bole rum is the third son of a barbarian tribal chief. Despite the violent life of his kind, both of his older brothers survived to adulthood and now have heirs. Box departed to join the academy and seek his fortune and bring glory to his beloved god, Word. DM - Crawling chain (IC 3, Post 293)In seconds, you feel the chain go along your right arm like a snake and reflexively grab your arm with your other hand to try and immobilize it. It seems to work for a second, then you feel intense pain for a split second as if you've been burned with hot iron all around your right arm, then the pain and the presence of the chain on your arm is gone. Spoiler Hide You might want to role-play this IC and act IC in response to this. Spoiler Hide What I really meant is that after the seeing pain, you cannot feel the holy symbol anymore (nor on your arm, nor in your other hand). It vanishes or managed to hide himself from you. Spoiler Hide Gotcha. Edited accordingly. Spoiler Hide Aren't you wearing full plate armor? I assumed that it slipped in your sleeve under your armor. I guess you'll remove the sleeve and will post IC accordingly. Religion (10) on your arm : As you look at the holy symbol and chain that is not inserted in your how flesh, you note that the symbol is definitively of Word : A stone hand holding a translucid gem in the form of a lightning bolt. The chain seem to be made of some strange material that have a bronze shade. Once you dare touch the chain, it feels cold to the touch. When you touch the part in the effigy of Word, you feel a presence, your god presence, and you instinctively know this is something coming from Word, something that only a faithful could use. This explains why it reacted to your touch. You do feel the divine presence bolstering you. Spoiler Hide You can make a nature check too. You can add this a magic item (It is a boon) to your sheet. Word's Mighty Strength (Level 3) I don't have the exact description (can have it if you don't have access to it), but it gives you +2 athletic, +5 to STR check to break stuff and a daily power to boost your damage by 1 for an encounter (I think). Originally Posted by DeKay Spoiler Hide Aren't you wearing full plate armor? I assumed that it slipped in your sleeve under your armor. I guess you'll remove the sleeve and will post IC accordingly. Religion (10) on your arm : Spoiler Hide You can make a nature check too. You can add this a magic item (It is a boon) to your sheet. Word's Mighty Strength (Level 3) I don't have the exact description (can have it if you don't have access to it), but it gives you +2 athletic, +5 to STR check to break stuff and a daily power to boost your damage by 1 for an encounter (I think). Pooh. Neat! Green bane (during Ic3, Post 306)As you look at the boon you've received, Green bane also seem impressed." Wow, this is a gift from your god, he must be pleased with you, that is for sure. You may have found it, but it would not have activated for anyone, even if they follow Words edicts. Only those truly deserving can receive this kind of rewards." The weapon is silent for a few moments, solemn, then add,"But I am not surprised, I did choose you to Wald me in this goblin war. I usually have good taste for that. Speaking of goblin war, when will we kill those green skinned weakling again? I hunger for some more hobos blood." Spoiler Hide I am a little late.... should have replied sooner, but I wrote like 40 replies in the last few days and kinda forgot to have Green bane act when he should have. Green bane (Reply to IC 3, post 333)When you encounter the goblins, as usual, the bloodthirsty weapon is elated by the battle. When Monique capture one, it complains until it realize it is for interrogation, and you know it assume you will kill it after. When the scared goblin relates your reputation among the horde, you feel some pride emanating from the weapon." See, they know who we are. They fear us, and rightly so as we will slay all those green-skinned buggers! Now let's kill it and seek some more. They may not sound their horns, but together we can track them!" Spoiler Hide Note that during the last night. Do you kill the goblin you kept alive ?? Unless the others decide to spare it for some reason, yes. While there's no honor in doing so, there's a war on, and a freed goblin may end up killing men. For that matter, there are plenty more to fight. GreenbaneUpon seeing the goblins, the sword bloodlust kick immediately in, and you feel a strong desire to gut them all." Oh yeah, let them wet themselves as they see us." Green bane :You can sense that the sword is disappointed. While he doesn't complain much, he still isn't pleased to let the goblin patrol go. "Me too, Holy sword. Me, too." Level up to 6 :Spoiler Hide Once you're done updating your character, can you update/confirm this please (this is the status I use during combat) Bole rum Spoiler Hide Initiative : +4 HP: 53 Surge Value : 14 (Belt of Vigor) Surge per day : 12 AC : 22 (21 if armor is set for speed; +1 vs Orcs and Goblins) Fortitude : 18 Reflex : 17 Will : 17 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +11 / 1d10+5 Passive Perception : 13 Passive insight : 18 Resist : None Default Action when players unavailable : Mark and Valiant Strike nearest enemy; take direction as needed from other PCs. Mark damage : 5 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, (Goblin - from Green bane) Green bane = 19 BolerumSpoiler Hide Initiative : +5 HP: 59 Surge Value : 15 (Belt of Vigor) Surge per day : 12 AC : 22 (21 if armor is set for speed; +1 vs Orcs and Goblins) Fortitude : 19 Reflex : 18 Will : 18 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +11 / 1d10+5 Passive Perception : 14 Passive insight : 19 Resist : None Default Action when players unavailable : Mark and Valiant Strike nearest enemy; take direction as needed from other PCs. Mark damage : 5 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, (Goblin - from Green bane) Green bane = 19 GreenbaneYou feel that the sword is bored out of his mind. It becomes even worst as they start talking about doing some ritual." Rituals... man these are always long. Maybe we should go out there and kill a few green bastards while they do that? Or at least go inspect beyond the door now that the priestess got clearance, so we can save some time and head out quicker!" Perception (30) for goblin tracks in the Crypto Green bane displeasure, you find no tracks of enemy activity within the crypt." Damn! I would have loved to have some green-skinned weaklings tracks to follow." It is obvious that the part he would have even preferred is finding them to kill them. With your search, you also are pretty sure that no one came down here in at least 500 years. "Ah, Holy Blade, this is good news. Those green sneaks shouldn't have a way in here, but it is best to be safe." GreenbaneFeeling exactly the same as you, bored by all this waste of time, the sword work out strategies with you. Spoiler Hide Lol, you two understand each other so well Translation from IC 3 post 527 :The two surviving goblin infantry look at each other, then back at the heroes, sporting Ashe and Bole rum jumping onto the other one. One of them yell,"NOK'the beer slow!"((It's the ear slicers!!)) Earring that, the sword mentally replies to you,"Ah! These cowards know us. Let's give them more reason to fear us!" During Ace turn : You feel a mental intrusion. Hello, this is Jorge. Master Gaddafi wants you to know that a new goblin patrol has arrived to the southwest.[/QUOTE] "Good news, holy sword! THERE ARE MORE!" GreenbaneYou feel a surge of joy as you think that."Oh, yeah. Let them come!" On your turn. Spoiler Hide I assume here that you will keep going west or south, then get line of sight of the 25 incoming goblins (Note that GFG and Gag are goblin squad of 8 goblins each - in tight combat formation.) As you spot the incoming horde of goblin, you feel Green bane glee,"Let's kill them all!" Map :Spoiler Hide Here is a map of the terrain forward, but if you want to see all the goblins southwest, check out the zoomed out map in my last IC post. "We shall make a pile of their fallen to the glory of Word and Moran!" Translation from IC 3, post 542The new patrol goblin rider drive his mount toward the heroes, then rise his stone hammer and order his troops,"Not, jeer tho, new muss steel. Muir near UL!"((Surround them so the don't flee. Kill them all!)) The bloodied hobgoblin pursued by the heroes yell back,"NOK'the beer slow! Mya mouse the."((It's the Ear Slicers! That hobgoblin is with them!)) The goblin leaders lace at the heroes for a second and look toward his two horn carriers and tells them calmly,"Paul Nick beer slow mud."((Sound the Ear Slicer code.)) "Holy Blade, we shall provide an anvil. My friends shall be the hammer. And the goblins? The analogy falls apart. They will be beaten to ruin." Knowledge on goblins :GS: [3]+4 = 7 Nothing GFG: [11]+4=15 These are simply goblin fighter teaming together. HDS: [20]+4=24 This one is obviously a leader, and by his appearance, some sort kind of savage bard. DEC: [13]+4=17 This goblin work dark magic and curses. DG: [13]+4=17 These are the basic fighter type. GAG: [17]+4=21 This is a trained squad of archers. Their aim at one creature, raining down arrow on them. You also note that they all carry some melee weapon, and you have no doubts that once you engage it in combat, some of the members will draw to fight you hand to hand. Greenbacks you spot the goblin group it replies to you,"Oh yeah, let's shatter their bonds!" Nature on Richard : While he looks like a human at first glance, you realize that he isn't, or at least not completely. Richard is a mud. Mule are half-dwarves, descended from the union of a human and a dwarf. They possess the stature, agility, and mental flexibility of humankind, coupled with the physical resilience and endurance of dwarves—a rare combination of qualities that makes mule more than a simple blend of the two races. Because they are strong, tough, quick, and blessed with fantastic reserves of endurance, mule are highly prized as slaves. In fact, most mule are born into slavery. Greene IC 3, post 586As the wolf pack and riders arrive, and you notice the hobgoblin, you feel some rush of adrenaline and excitements even more intense that you've been getting since this battle started." Oh, that one look like some worthy foe!" Spoiler Hide BTw, while I don't post here much, you can assume Green bane is in heavens right now ... and sure let you know constantly Spoiler Hide Ok, I just read the information I gave you on the group of archer... Spoiler Hide This is a trained squad of archers. Their aim at one creature, raining down arrow on them. You also note that they all carry some melee weapon, and you have no doubts that once you engage it in combat, some of the members will draw to fight you hand to hand. It was not so bad after all lol... I did not tell you they had an aura or that they would split up once bloodied, but I hinted they would do something while in melee. I will be a little cleared from now on though as I mentioned in IOC (I'll go read the compendium to see the DC and details about monster knowledge) Keeping auras hidden from PCs is possible by having them start deactivated. Activating them and deactivating them is a minor action. Spoiler Hide Yeah, I poorly build the monster now that I think about it. In that situation, I should simply have given the monster a triggering ability: Trigger : An enemy ends his turn adjacent to GAG 1. Free action : Push and damage And as I already acknowledge, there should be some attack roll to instead of being automatic hit. This would have been more akin to what I really wanted the monster ability to be (being able to give himself some room) Goblin translation from IC 3, post 591The the north-west, the green skinned creature facing Ashe grow frustrated and try a bold attack that Ashe simply deflect with his long blade." Muer thin Dual!", say the goblin to the hobgoblin behind him.((Help me bard!)) Green bane, IC 3, Post 595 : As you spot the new group, with the two big bugbears and then the hobgoblin leader, you get an immediate message from the weapon." Forget the wolf master hobgoblin, those are a worthy foe! Let's bring that large hobgoblin down!" The weapon battle lust reach its peak, as you've never felt it so intense before. Spoiler Hide Man, this weapon is getting excited! During IC3, Post 604 : After you slay the goblin, you note that the new hobgoblin look at you. As he rides toward you with his troops, your eyes meet, and he keeps looking right into yours eyes all the way. You see no fear in his eyes, but you read a lot of excitation in them. You also surprisingly note some respect in his eyes as he looks at you." Oh yeah, we must kill that one! This will be fun!" Green bane"An head-hunter, that is a worthy enemy, come on, leave those weakling and let's kill that one!" It is evident that the weapon lost all sense of strategy at this point and his thought are overrun by bloodlust. "Agreed, Holy Sword. I must do it near to the others, the better to inspire them." Translation IC 3, Post 611You all hear Kodak yell in goblin, "NIR Stuart Fer OK!"((Return to the fight coward!)) Translation, IC3, Post 718 : As Kodak foot infantry keep moving, he yells,"Don't kill that traitor,"the leader indicate Antoine,"we will interrogate him. The rest can die." The foot soldiers rush forward, but one manage to charge and reach Bole rum. His spear get pass the paladin defense, citing the man side and forcing him to the left beside the other goblin. Seeing the spear goblin attack Bole rum, the Blue Snake tattoo leader say,"That one is Mine, get the others." He rides his mount forward and charge at Bole rum,"Let's see what you've made of." Grenbane :The sword seem oblivious to the pain Bole rum felt on the strike and simply spur the Paladin to retaliate. Spoiler Hide I already prepared my turn rolls, and unless Monique change something to my monster action somehow, you will be knocked unconscious (you shouldn't had pissed Kodak!! . If you do, you fall prone and have to choose in which square you fall (mounted combat rules).... so please tell me in which one you would fall if this happens. That's pretty impressive. Just noting that the Resist All 3 wasn't subtracted from Ongoing Damage -- but that may well be intentional. Even so, 51 damage dealt over multiple hits with that same resistance is pretty nutty. Bolerum would fall prone in Q-11. Oh, forgot to take the -3 to attacks into account. Maybe you will survive... I'll have to check it out. ... we will see once I post the results... and yeah, the ongoing isn't a goblin attack (it did come from Kodak attack, but when you take it, it isn't a goblin attack (it actually comes from his weapon power) Gotcha. The description I had written may not have been precise, so I wasn't entirely sure. Ongoing damage is kind of an oddball. No complaints, just asking because I wasn't sure of your intention for that weapon trait. Well I actually see it simply... when a goblin attack you, you reduce by 3 (no matter the source)... but I don't see the ongoing damage as a goblin attack, but simply you burning up. And NM, with the damage reduction you will stand... barely, but you will Woo! Yeah! You can thank Green bane. It is actually quite fitting with the sword comment in reaction to what I plan Kodak will say. Quite fitting, you’ll see. Green bane, IC 3, Post 431As the hobgoblin mention claiming Green bane for his collection, you fell some panic and fear for the first time coming from the weapon." No! We cannot fall, defend yourself Bole rum. I cannot fall into these scums hands ever again!" Green bane As you fall down from the horse, the sword says,"Don't stay on the ground, get up!" As you take Koans attack, the weapon adds,"Fight back, kill him!"you can feel that panic is slowly leaving place to anger, not at you, but at the hobgoblin. GreenbaneYou feel your weapon easy as it sink in the monster belly. The weapon bloodlust make his say,"Oh yeah! There is more coming! Let find another strong like that one! This battle is glorious!" Spoiler Hide That weapon is officially crazy It's Box's kind of crazy! Green bane"Yeah, run little buggers, but you won't escape! Let's hunt them down Bole rum!" Recognition IC3, Post 668. You recognize the one who speak as Girl, from the Axe Clan. AS you do, you get a weave of displeasure come from Green bane as he also remembers the hobgoblin clan you allied with. Still, the weapon says nothing, knowing better than to complain by now about it. Spoiler Hide In ASE you don't remember, read the old IC 2 thread, page 22 and onward.... the meeting with the Axe clan (North and his boys) Hobgoblins disguised as humans? Ho boy. Spoiler Hide Well they are not disguised as human, they just wear heavy cloak and mask their face with some scarves. Now that you realize who there are, you definitively note many details that give their race away. Insight (11) on Flammemorte : As usual, the mage looks neutral and is really hard to read. The only thing that is evident, is that she does not believe that the Chest of Never really exist. Personal quest : Spoiler Hide In the spirit of planning my game with your character objectives, I'd like to know what is/are your personal quest(s) and what is the next step to advance it/them? Bole rum wants to kill a giant to the greater glory of Word, and to inspire men to acts of might and courage. Spoiler Hide Good to know... fit quite well with what I have planned for later. Passive insight (18+) on Grok (IC 3, post 745)The half-orc look honest and did go out of his way to help you. It is evident that he have personals interest in all this. Also, one thing strike you as odd : the fact that he will be leaving in two days. To your knowledge, the boats are kept in docks and the goblins hold the only other access out of the peninsula. Spoiler Hide AM I to assume you will go see Marcil White hand in hope to join him when he leaves to join up with Williams men? Originally Posted by DeKay Spoiler Hide AM I to assume you will go see Marcil White hand in hope to join him when he leaves to join up with Williams men? Sure! Box would be all over that. DMA you left, you asked Flammemorte where Marcil was staying and you head there. You have no trouble finding the place in the market district. As you enter the Inn, you spot the Bahamas paladin, sitting at one for the table, writing some letter. As you approach him, the man notice you and rise." Good morning Cordite." The man seem to realize who you are, think for 2 seconds, then say,"Guessing from Lei description, you would be Bole rum, right?" "I am. You would be Marcil White hand?" Marcie strong man nod,"I am indeed. Nice meeting you. I must say I've heard a lot of good things about you from Lei, the rumors going around town and from William. Take a seat." The man seat himself and ask,"What can I do for you?" BolerumTaking the offered seat, Bole rum looks at the other paladin." Retaking that fort will involve battle. My motives here are very simple. I seek battle, as would any faithful to Word." Marcil WhitehandThe man face light up, and he smiles as he burst into laughed,"I should have guessed! Well I am heading out there for that purpose myself tomorrow morning. I'll go join up with William to help him and plan the incoming battle. Do you have a mount? I was to ride alone, but it sure will be safer to have you with me, and I am sure William will appreciate your presence." "I have a dire wolf. A horse probably wouldn't like it, but it is as tame as such things can be." Marcil WhitehandThe man rise an eyebrow and ask,"A dire wolf? Let me guess, you took it from the enemy. That is even better, might put some fear upon them. I'm actually glad you'll be with us, you might have some insight on the enemy we don't have. You probably have not heard yet, but we plan to retake the fort soon. We actually have a joined plan with some of Torres forces to pincer the fort and make sure to cripple these goblins enough so they crawl back to their holes, not to return." You can sense that the man does want to see the goblins repel and that he really dislike that race as a whole." Anyway, I'll have time to fill you in the details on the way. Any other of your friends will join us?" Spoiler Hide Out of curiosity, will you want to invite Marcil to travel with you Ashe and the hobgoblins, or will you simply tell him you will meet him at William camp after all? We'll have to rendezvous, I think. I'm pretty sure the rest of the party has goals suited to a smaller group. Greenbacks you jumped down toward the giant, you could feel that the sentient weapon was not too pleased, but it did not say anything. AS you knock down the second giant, it does say,"Alright, their down now, let go kill some of those Green-skinned bastard over there!. See your allies are getting overran!" The weapon mention Zoran position, who while being surrounded doesn't look in so bad shape yet. It is evident that the weapon would prefer slaying its natural enemy, rather than pursuing giants. Spoiler Hide Ah the troubles of having an intelligent weapon! Green bane The sword obviously try to divert your attention toward goblins rather than giants,"Look, your elf friend needs help! Let's go give him a hand! Turn me into a pole arm and kill that goblin archer!" Bole rum "As you wish, Holy Blade." Green bane, (IC post 850) :Your intelligent artifact weapon is in glee as you slay the two goblins in one swipe." Let's get that hobgoblin rider there, he looks strong and worthy of facing us!", say the weapon, disregarding the giant completely. AS Richard fall to the wolf, the weapon adds,"See, he is controlling the wolves, let's go avenge Richard!" Spoiler Hide Suck a racist weapon!!. Also, can you roll an MBA please (here or in IOC). If Antoine doesn't kill giant 1 somehow (doubt it lol), Monique will grant you a MBA on giant1... MBA:(d20+13)[5](18)for(d10+10)[19]* damage.*Bonus calculation:+1 Item+2 Berserker's Fury+2 Bloodied target (Gauntlets of Blood)+3 Strength+2 Enhancement+10Edit: Another +2 for CA if the giant is prone during the MBA. BolerumSmiling at Green bane, Bole rum moves to comply. Originally Posted by DeKay CA since he is prone? That's correct. The +13 on the roll did not include CA. Spoiler Hide yep, he is prone... and he has 20 AC ;) Lucky you! Boohoo! You know, I'm starting to think that Headsman's Chop will be my next feat. I'm seeing a lot of nice, prone enemies around. Spoiler Hide Lol... doesn't it require an axe? Axe or Heavy Blade. BN1 actions after Ashe turn. The bugbear necromancer, jump over the battlement onto the high platform to hide behind the wall to gain some cover against Soon attacks as he tries to shake off the poison dazing effect. He still manages to blurt out some basic commands to his undead in goblins tongue around pointing your way." Mart NOK Jumia."((Translation from goblin))Spoiler Hide "Kill these humans." Spoiler Hide BN1 : Standard : Move to P-24 End of turn : Save vs poison : (1D20)[20] EDIT : Yay saved!!... Damn, wasted a 20... Stupid daze lol.... Ok, you can tell the others his actions once Ashe posted (maybe put them into your own IC post with the header DM (just before your own actions) Green bane"Now that these giants are taken care of, can we get to slay these green skinned bastards! Their blood is calling to me! Let's slay them all!" The weapon tone seems hopeful. Spoiler Hide You recharged Cleave... uh oh, why do I feel I know what you next turn will look like ;) Even better, Box has an Action Point, Arc of Vengeance DP is still ready, and he has Divine Might and Green bane Aura both as minor actions. Spoiler Hide That sound like something that my monster won't like Green bane (IC 3 Post 864)As the undead giant rise to its feet, you get a mental message from Green bane,"Please tell me you're going to leave that thing to your friends, there are goblins to slay!" Spoiler Hide Such is Green bane way! Stay focused! Wish List:Spoiler Hide Weapon Currently using: Green bane, or a +1 Reproachful Great sword Possibilities: Vanguard, Vicious, Sun blade Armor Currently using: Versatile Plate Armor +1 Possibilities: Pretty much just upgrade this to +2 or better Neck Currently using: Cloak of the Walking Wounded +1 Possibilities: The same at +2 or better, Cloak of Resistance, Cloak of Distortion Other Some form of magic scabbard, Demon skin Tattoo Spoiler Hide Ok, I have just seen your updated list. As I said IOC, I just put there the fastest version I had. Should I keep it and just add the one you've put me or should I completely erase the old one and only use the one you gave me? Just add in what I posted, please. Green bane post 879 : As you regain consciousness, you feel still dizzy from the stones impacts to your head. You hear Green bane voice, still clear but as if it came from across the battlefield."" Hurry! Pick me up before that hairy bastard does!"" There is a hint of panic in the intelligent weapon tone. Spoiler Hide Since you lost consciousness, you are unarmed (per my house rule). The link between you and the sword is still strong (you are surprised you can hear it that well...it was not that clear the first time it contacted you without you wielding - when you found it on the orc). Note that until you pick it up, you don't have any of the benefits from Green bane. Green bane"Come on, pick me up, I can do better than your fist and foot!" You fell the weapon panic and easily realism that the weapon have this overwhelming fear of being picked up by the enemy. "You will be in my hand again soon, Holy Sword." Spoiler Hide Payoff. So you think!! Spoiler Hide I forgot to tell you that you still understand the goblin tongue, even thought you're not holding Green bane BTW.... you actually are surprise yourself about this Spoiler Hide Interesting! Of course, Box is thinking that he may well die soon, but should that happen, Green bane would still be placed in his hand once more. He's still hoping to win, of course. Spoiler Hide Well you are not dead yet... still can happen as you are very low... Mich make you more susceptible to actually dying (getting to bloodied value in negative) as you have no buffer left.... a strong hit can bring you near that value). Let's just hope some heroic respite is triggered soon Knowledge check on Zombie (22) : Spoiler Hide These are hungry zombies that usually goes for the nearest living creature to grab and try to eat them. Usually they are easily destroyed, but the magic that rose them seem to have been enhanced and let them sometimes rise again once they are dead. Still each rising weaken the animating magic and make the zombies less and lessaeffective. Radiant damage cleanse the magic for sure, but you know you could destroy the magic on one of them when adjacent with an easy arcane check (standard action = DC 11) or with more difficulty with less concentration (minor = DC 23.... max one minor attempt per turn), breaking the animating magic to destroy it and making sure it won't rise again. Green bane"It's about time! Now lest kill these puny goblins!" The sword is quickly recovering from his panic. He does sound as if he is mad and is going to have some attitude, but you do realize that it is mostly to cover his pride a bout the way it panicked and that it isn't mad at you. Greenbacks the bugbear tower over you, Green bane yell,"Come on, dodge it, DODGE!" With the two painful hits, the sword seems to worry again, and keeps speaking to you, trying to keep you awake."Don't give in! Fight this pain!" Spoiler Hide Lol, saddle, this is only flavor as Greenland cannot do anything to stop the bleeding (ongoing).... With the end of the battle and defeat of Gremlin, I expect Green bane will want to move on. In fact, I'd suggest this happens so that Bole rum can work with Tina without recrimination. I expect our enemy types will be very different from the goblins and orcs we've been fighting so far, anyhow. I'd ask that a replacement weapon be included in the found loot. Box has a +1 Great sword he can use, but it's a fairly low power item by comparison. Spoiler Hide You guessed right... it will happen really soon now... in the role-play that will follow. There is will some loot from this battle awarded to you, but it isn't a weapon for you, but an armor (Gremlin armor actually). It is a Layered plate armor (masterwork armor giving a base 9 AC instead of 8) with an enchant level 8 or less of your choice (I was actually considering versatile, Meliorating or Eton ones ... but I'd rather let you choose). Well when Green bane leave, you will be given some options that may correct your weapon enhancement problem... Spoiler Hide Oh and yeah, you might feel a little underpowered once you loose Green bane (my other player were), but you actually were kinda overpowered with it... Spoiler Hide What is the enchantment on your +1 weapon BTW? Originally Posted by DeKay Spoiler Hide What is the enchantment on your +1 weapon BTW? Spoiler Hide Reproachful Great sword +1 -- it grants a -2 to attack rolls (Save Ends) on a hit as a daily effect. Spoiler Hide Meliorating Plate +2, please! Yum! Green bane (IC 3 - Post 908) :Green bane is in easy as you kill the strong bugbear. While you felt his frustration as you fell unconscious to it, this is completely gone now within the bloodlust of the weapon." Let's go help kill the rest!" Cheerfully said the weapon, as you ran toward the other goblins. Once the goblins are dead and the battle is won, the weapon calm down a little. When you hear the commotion, and head there, Green bane tell you,"Yeah, we cannot trust them! That man must be right: they surely only turned their coat when they saw us ADN knew we would win out the day! Let's kill them! Oh, and don't forget that one!" Greenbane means Sung of course, his natural hatred and racism attitude quickly returning to normal. Green bane (after yours peach ;IC 3–910)"Bah, I should have known you'd side with them. Don't come complaining to me once they put a dagger in your back." Complains the sword. While the weapon really wish nothing more than to kill them, you realize that it have gotten used to your honorable attitude with the enemy. The weapon is mostly complaining to complain, as he knows full well you made up your mind. Spoiler Hide Well you've tamed Green bane!!... too bad it will be leaving soon. Spoiler Hide Yep! I think I'll keep Box's voice Green in memory of the weapon. Passive insight (18+) the other goblin shaman speaks and look at Tikki (IC 3 - Post 912) The goblin was obviously going to say who he worked for, but he changed his mind as he remembered that Tikki was there. It is obvious that he doesn't fully trust her and that she is not directly allied with him. She probably did not even know that he was a spy. Being willing to discuss alliances in front of humans, but not other goblins suggests that he's spying for an "ally" of Gremlin's army that is less than sincere. I'm guessing a certain well-disciplined band of hobgoblins may be his employer. Spoiler Hide Really? You think so ? . Insight rolls:vs Tikki:(d20+9)[23]vs Bell:(d20+9)[14] Insight on Tikki and Bell : Both appear to be saying the truth and to be sincere. You can sense that Bell distrust is slowly fading since she started to explain her motivation and the reason of her own betrayal of the Snake clan. Greene :"It would be way simpler to just off them both you know!" Spoiler Hide Could not resist Insight (continued) You also note that Bell isn't surprised which kinda confirm that Tikki probably really suffered what she said from her clan. Spoiler Hide detail I forgot to mention Spoiler Hide Oh look at that, it seems like you were right... Bell's claim to be part of the Axe clan (your unfit still tell you he doesn't seem to be lying. Spoiler Hide For treasure would you prefer the special plate to give you resist all 1 (Rimfire plate armor) or to have one more (Layered plate armor) + the enchant on it of course ? Personal, I think the resist all 1 is more interesting (affect all damages ... at least this is the way it looks from how it is written) Also, I'll have you note that the group bank have two unclaimed +2 enchanted weapon (enchant that can be transferred to a Great sword for 25 GP). +2 Flaming Scythe Magic heavy flail +2 Flaming is actually a nice enchant Originally Posted by DeKay Spoiler Hide For treasure would you prefer the special plate to give you resist all 1 (Rimfire plate armor) or to have one more (Layered plate armor) + the enchant on it of course ? Personal, I think the resist all 1 is more interesting (affect all damages ... at least this is the way it looks from how it is written) Also, I'll have you note that the group bank have two unclaimed +2 enchanted weapon (enchant that can be transferred to a Great sword for 25 GP). +2 Flaming Scythe Magic heavy flail +2 Flaming is actually a nice enchant Spoiler Hide Sure, let's go the Resist All route on the armor. Getting the Flaming enchantment transferred also makes sense. Spoiler Hide Ok, you can add meliorating +2 rimfire plate armor to your sheet and make sure that Ashe remove whatever weapon you take from the group Louis bank. It should just cost you the transfer enchant ritual cost (Monique can do it for you if you ask her). Note that you DNT have the armor yet, but you will very soon August 25th, 1500, Green bane - After a good night rest : As Bole rum wake up and start preparing from the day, he receives a telepathic message from Green bane." It seems like that the goblin menace here have been defeated, even if some still live." The weapon refer to Tikki and Sung mostly." My duty here is done. It is time for me to move on and go where I am most needed. You were a good Walker, among the best I had a chance to fight with. I'll remember you and our victories, but we must part ways." While there is a hint of sadness in the weapon words, there is still some determination there, a need to move on to be able to fight his designated enemies. You actually know now that the weapon sole purpose is to fight and defeat goblins and their kind and allies." I'd like to stay with you, but I don't tank you will be facing many goblins now that these armies have been defeated." You feel a weave of nostalgia as the weapon recall some battle you had. The weapon is silent for a few moments, which give you a time to reply to it. Spoiler Hide We are out of turn, but I am doing this now, so it is done later when we move on. Bole rum "You have done me great honor, Holy Sword. I wish the blessings of Word upon you and your future wielders. May you see many days of glorious battle!" Bolerum, while saddened at the departure of his companion, is clearly not surprised at this turn of events. Such things have been uncommon throughout history, and always departed when their purpose was served. GreenbaneBolerum does feel that the weapon is moved by the paladin's words." The honor was mine, Bole rum, Paladin of Word, Slayer of the Black Marsh green-skin armies! May you keep winning battle until it is time for you to return to your God, with all the glory you deserve." The weapon pause, and Bole rum do feel the weapon respect." As parting gift, know that you will still understand our cursed enemies' language, so you can better slay them. Also, you've used that combat technique I provided that I am sure you'll find opportunities still fitting to use it. And last, I can empower one of your equipment to better it a little. What would you prefer : you armor, cloak of your weapon?" Spoiler Hide In game terms : You can add Goblin and Giant in your languages (bonus) You keep Pressing strike, but as an encounter power only. And you can upgrade either (only one) : 1- your cloak (from +1 to +2), 2 - your armor (the meliorating one, since at that point you'll have it) from +2 to +3, 3- your other weapon from +1 to +2 (or if you plan on using one of the unused enchant in group bank, Green bane could empower one of those (from +2 to +3) as long as you plan to use them (I kinda realize you have no reason before loosing Green bane to actually take one of those). Spoiler Hide +3 Flaming Great sword, baby! GreenbaneBolerum go take the flaming scythe and he doesn't even have to explain to Green bane that he will use to enchant on that weapon as his own. Green bane slowly turn into dust from the point of the blade to the handle, the dust flying onto the scythe. Bole rum hear a final message from Green bane." Keep slaying the goblins you meet!" As Green bane is completely dissolved, the scythes start to reshape itself into a Great sword in front of Bole rum's eyes. The blade is quite beautiful and bear two religious marks, Word and Moran, one on each side of the blade. Spoiler Hide You even saved 25 GP, Green bane is so generous! Spoiler Hide BTW, the armor will need to be adjusted a little to fit you (nothing big, but still a little... you can take Richard offer on that. Also, do you want me to karate the change we just role-played or do you want chance to karate it and role-play to explain Green bane disappearance to the others? Originally Posted by DeKay Spoiler Hide BTW, the armor will need to be adjusted a little to fit you (nothing big, but still a little... you can take Richard offer on that. Also, do you want me to karate the change we just role-played or do you want chance to karate it and role-play to explain Green bane disappearance to the others? Spoiler Hide Go ahead and narrate it. Box will ask Richard in character to adjust the armor and see what he can do about the bugbear scent. Knowledge (18) on Crab (IC 3 - post 1027) : You have no idea what it is. Knowledge (28) on Crocodile (IC 3 - post 1027): You have no idea what it is. Active perception (19) on the cavern : (IC 3, post 1048) You note that the water seem to be slowly rising. For now, it is minor, but looking at the cracked calling in -D-2 area and with the earthquake still going strong, the calling there might cave in, and the water leak there have huge chances to get bigger. The calling above where you are right now seem stable enough so you only have to worry about loose stones falling and you don't think it will get much worse. The small water that is flowing from the calling near you is minimal for now, but seem a little bigger near the wall on the other side (-E19). You also note that while the river water was drinkable water, the water that is coming from the calling is salty. The area beyond row 31 doesn't have any leak of water, but there is still stone that breaks away from the calling there like everywhere else. Active insight (19) on the creatures : (IC 3, post 1048) You are sure that this monster are here on a hunt for food, and you are their potential lunch. They don't seem to be ready to give up yet, but they seem to be unnerved by the earthquake a little, unsure of what is happening. Perception (21) (IC3, Post 1055) :The calling near you seem still stable enough even though a crack (Row 20) appeared from one side OT another. There are more chances that it will open rather than a huge part of the calling falling down. There is still stone loosening here and there though, but nothing massive like to the west. You also notice dust and small rocks being ejected from the tunnel (B-2) you came from to the west, and you are almost certain that the tunnel probably caved-in. You cannot be sure it is impassable, but from the look of it, it might well have been completely filled with crumbled stone. To the east, you note a crack on the calling, but that one is mostly in the north-west corner (-B37/-A45) and doesn't expand over your path. While the crack near is letting some water in, the crack to the north-west doesn't. The water is still pouring quickly to the west and the water is rising fast. Spoiler Hide Nice roll. And good timing/idea to use active perception EDIT : Added in bold Perception 12 (IC 3 - Post 1069) Nothing Spoiler Hide BTW, I know your A roll and Tikki's haven't been posted. I worked out FC turn then realize that Ashe might want to cut in after the end of round and do something - like jump in the water or something.... That is why your rolls doesn't show yet... he might very well change the monster set of actions too... we will see. Originally Posted by DeKay Perception 12 (IC 3 - Post 1069) Spoiler Hide BTW, I know your A roll and Tikki's haven't been posted. I worked out FC turn then realize that Ashe might want to cut in after the end of round and do something - like jump in the water or something.... That is why your rolls doesn't show yet... he might very well change the monster set of actions too... we will see. Spoiler Hide No worries -- just pointing out that Tikki may not have missed as was stated in IOC. At least we have another round of respite from Regeneration due to ongoing Fire damage. Spoiler Hide Actually, your attack stopped his regent for his next turn (that is coming up), but the ongoing also stops it for the round after that... since it negate it SENT (FC) and it triggers on his turn. They this minimum, if he doesn't save, he might die before he can regent again lol. You guys punished it a lot this turn lol. Spoiler Hide Lol, nice catch there... you don't want to try to outrun water? Lol. Spoiler Hide Leveling uptime!. Please update this bellow. Bole rum Spoiler Hide Initiative : +5 HP: 59 Surge Value : 15 (Belt of Vigor) Surge per day : 12 AC : 23 Fortitude : 19 Reflex : 18 Will : 18 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +12 / 1d10+5 Passive Perception : 14 Passive insight : 19 Resist : Resist 1 all damages Default Action when players unavailable : Mark and Valiant Strike nearest enemy; take direction as needed from other PCs. Mark damage : 5 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, Goblin Special Ability/effects : +1 to INI to allies within 5 BolerumSpoiler Hide Initiative : +5 HP: 65 Surge Value : 17 (Belt of Vigor) Surge per day : 12 AC : 23 Fortitude : 19 Reflex : 18 Will : 18 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +13 / 1d10+6 Passive Perception : 14 Passive insight : 19 Resist : Resist 1 all damages Default Action when players unavailable : Mark and Valiant Strike nearest enemy; take direction as needed from other PCs. Mark damage : 5 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, Goblin Special Ability/effects : +1 to INI to allies within 5 Spoiler Hide wow, you were ready! Lol. Nature (15) on corpses (IC 3 - Post 1090) : Looking at the bones, which look frail and light, you are certain these belong to some even race. Looking at what remains of their armor, clothing and weapon, you would think that these would bed row. Heal (8) on corpses (IC 3 - Post 1090) : These died in combat, but this is the only thing you are sure of. Perception (19) in the room (IC 3 - Post 1090) :You inspect the room. You note that this place also got hit by the earthquake, which is normal, as you see that furniture did get moved by the tremors and left some marks in the dust. Inspecting the furniture, you realize that this is sturdy and well done, made for smaller people and too crude to have belonged to draw. While these are simple, these are still some high quality furniture and could not belong to some poor person. The chest beside the bed is also solid and is locked. History (14) on symbol (IC 3 Post 1095) : You've never seen this symbol before. Still it does have a dwarves feel to it, but something isn't right to your eye, something doesn't fit what you'd expect from dwarves. Spoiler Hide Soon close from medium DC lol History (22) on Dwarves text : While you don't know the dwarves tongue, you do know the alphabet. Something strike you, the numbers, which you can easily associate with date because of the format it is written. The years catch your eyes, mostly because from what you know, Magdeburg and Bill Fan should have fallen in the years 512, which is the last date of the log you have, but this log date 799 to 802 from what you can see. ANTIOPE seem to assume that these helped Furtimanius search for the chest of never, but it seems they weren't working in the same era. Spoiler Hide nice catch/idea. The numbers should stick out since you know the alphabet ... which is the important point of the history Religion (9) on Skeletons sitting : After spending a few moments trying to sense some necrotic or evil presence from the skeletons, mostly those sitting on the throne, but you pick u no bad magical vibe nor any signs of them being undead. Hah. On a "9", Bole wouldn't recognise Word, Himself. Spoiler Hide Well maybe it is word!! That would surprise you! Religion (15) on stone skeleton : You've heard of that type of skeleton. There are stone spawned skeletons. When they merge with the stone, they also move within stone. They cannot fight while in this state and are protected by the stone itself, but if you find them you still can harm them if your strike is really powerful. Spoiler Hide They get a free shift when they use the power. (that is why I don't think it should trigger OA why give a shift instead of move if the merging would trigger an attack since you cannot A twice i Na turn). I am letting you know this as you consider attacking the stone... and with your roll you should know it may have moved (you could try to locate it as you would with an invisible creature first though... or try to guess where it is) Thanks -- I'll post Box's actions when his initiative tick comes up. Perception (22) to notice UW : You notice a small weird disruption like some ripple in the stone which isn't easy to notice right beside Antoine, Richard and Tikki. Spoiler Hide he is in BD49 Religion (16) on UP (IC 3 - Post 1137) : Far Apparition (Elite controller) Medium shadow humanoid (Undead) This monster is some imprint or part of some killed creature spirit, who remains behind usually to protect something. These are usually mad and cannot be reasoned with and might even attack their own kin and friend would they be the ones to come across them. Religion (18) on UP (IC 3 - Post 1137) : Merger apparition (Minion Soldier) Medium shadow humanoid (Undead) These are spirit that obey a stronger one to protect it. History (23) on shield (IC 3 - Post 1163) : This shield is part of a set. Ale heart Companions' Gear Heroic Tier The Ale heart Companions’ Gear is a set of items first crafted for a legendary Underdark adventuring group. The items in the set were designed by dwarves for the benefit of their nondwarf allies, so that those allies might be gifted with the innate qualities of the dwarf race. Ale heart Companions' Gear Items LVL Name Price (GP) Item Slot 2+ Armor of Dwarves Vigor 520 Armor 5+ Rousing Hammer 1000 Weapon 8 Hammer Shield 3400 Arms 9 Clear-Blood Baldric 4200 Waist Ale heart Companions' Gear Benefits Pieces Benefit 2 You gain a +2 item bonuses to Dungeoneering checks and Endurance checks. 4 You gain resist poison equal to 10+ your Constitution modifier. Arcane (15) on Blue metal ring : While you can feel the magic within the ring, you doesn't manage to identify what that magic does. You note some small runes etched on the ring, which all look complicated to you. Perception (5) while searching (IC 3 - Post 1189)Nothing Spoiler Hide Might be a waste of a post, but you know I saw your roll anyway lol. Spoiler Hide Well at least you know that it isn't me that is trying to kill you (well maybe a little), but it is all the dice roller doing! Insight (13) on Antoine/Grok/Grid (IC3 - post 1330) :You don't believe them to be under some outside mental control, and they seem to be free. The neo are only escorting them, and they are seem to have their full gear. Insight (11) on Neo when speak in other tongues (IC 3 - Post 1340) :The neo doesn't seem to care much about the fact that you are talking in other tongues. You don't believe the neo understand giant or goblin. Park during extended rest (IC 3 - Post 14XX)After spending most of the day drinking and swapping stories with Park and his men, Bole rum and park take the first round of the watch. Garek keep talking about some of his past adventures and once every is fast asleep, once he finishes one of his stories the Goliath change subject looking at your allies." How attached to your friends are you?" Realising the possible bad interpretation of what he just said that could be drawn, he quickly adds,"I'm asking because we just lost our two defenders, and we could use a strong man like you at our front line. You would fit our team perfectly." You understand well what Park means as during the story sharing you realize that everyone of Park group, including the mage, are worshiping Word. Spoiler Hide Playing this a little in advance (since you seem to be out of chatting to do) The paladin looks conflicted, then answers,"They are my brothers. While they revere gods other than Word, they fight ferociously. I am glad to be with them, and in time, to die alongside them." "Our healer was also lost. While it is not your path, maybe you could divert yourselves to Market? There, we could each seek someone out to suit our needs." Gareth Goliath look disappointed, but still smile and nod in understanding,"I can understand that feeling, I have friend and allies from other religion as well. The mission we are on right now is special, granted to us by Torres main Word temple. Only Cordite were selected for it and the high priest was explicit as only Cordite should be entrusted with it. When Word placed you on our path, I thought it was a sign, but I guess I was wrong." The Goliath crack a weak smile and add," It's funny, we both have what the other group miss. In normal times, I'd offer you to join forces and to work on both our quests together, heck, I'd probably even join you myself to help you and let the rest of the group go on their way until you find someone to heal you if need be, but I cannot do right now. This quest has been assigned to me and I must see it thought the end. I guess we should have faith in Word and that he will provide us both with what we seek in that rathole of Market, so we can keep fighting glorious battles! Do you have contacts in Market that could help us find suitable people?" "We'll be new to Market as well. I'd be happy to help you look." Gareth Goliath smile and say,"Oh, I've been there before, I just don't really know anyone. I'll have to convince everyone that we should head there, but it should be doable. I have faith that Word put you across our path for some reason, even if it only to share drinks and stories of battle greatness! That and maybe so we can arm wrestle and see who's the strongest!" The Goliath smile and knell by a large stone and position himself as a challenge for a match. We offer only original high-quality passports, driver's licenses, ID cards, birth certificates, stamps, visas, universities diploma and other products. We offer only original high qualities of true-false passports, driver license, ID cards, stamps, birth certificates, fake international diploma sand other products for a number of countries like : USA, Australia, Belgium, Brazil, Norway Canada, Italy, Finland, France, Germany, Israel, Mexico, Netherlands, South Africa, Spain, United Kingdom. This list is not complete. For additional information and place the order just Contact us via email.at (japodorccier-1@yahoo.com) Smiling gamely back, the paladin grips the Goliath's hand, and with an unspoken signal, throws into the contest for all he's worth! Spoiler: Athletics Roll Hide (d20+11)[26] Embark have a strong grip and as the contest starts, you know it won't be an easy match. You guys are locked in a dead grip for 30 seconds, and a smile appear on Park red face even though you start to slowly bring him down. The Goliath suddenly give everything he has and manage to return your hand up to the starting position, but then you also start to give everything you've got and Park is slowly going down. When you are about 3 inches from winning, you note some glowing light under his sleeve. At the same moment, you also feel some warmth in your arm and as you look, you see that it is Word boon that is editing the light. Looking back at Park, the Goliath seems as surprised as you, and while you try to release you grip, you lost control of you arm. You have enough insight to understand that Park is having the same body control lost. As your match continues without your own control, and you bring down Park arms against the stone, you see that you're glowing Word boon stark to move, circling around your arm painlessly into your flesh like a snake toward your hand. An identical boon crawl down from Park arm and once both reach you hand and once they touch each others, everything around you blur out, and you feel an incredible surge of power overwhelm you. This power is frightening at first, but then you hear a voice say,"Fear not children. You've both impressed me in your devotions and glorious battles. I'll be watching your next glorious battles!" Within your hearth, you know this voice to be Word's. When you are woken by your friends, you feel refreshed and in top shape, as if you've slept 15 hours straight. As you stand up, you realize that you are uncomfortable within your ululate armor. It is then that it strikes you : your paladin training feels like some distant memory, a vague souvenir. Instead, you now have the knowledge of a priest of Word, trained into the harsh mountains of Iron (Les Mont De Fer) near Torres. While your what you know about the world and the way you can use magic ADN fight changed, you still feel yourself, remembering everything you've done until now. Spoiler Hide Lets first see how lady luck is with Park first... (1D20+10)[13] Ok, wait till the IC post is in the morning and someone actually wake you up IC (you don't wake on your own). You can not use the cleric sheet. I reconsidered something as well (now that I've decided to go with these options), you may change any items you are wearing for one for the same level or less. You will actually trade stuff with Park later - you'll see why IC if you haven't guessed. Originally Posted by DeKay DM ... You can not use the cleric sheet... Er, should this read "You cannons the cleric sheet" ? Also, the cleric build I made can continue to use Box's current gear just fine. (Excepting the substitution of a Full blade for his Great sword.) Spoiler Hide no, no, I really meant not .... ok I meant now was a typo, sorry! It's fine, you'll just exchange the pieces you need to. Did you take the armor feat to gain full plate? Cannot see myth sheet here, sorry. I haven't yet created a new MW sheet. Here's the proposed build:Spoiler: Bole rum as a Battle Cleric Hide Bole rum Human Cleric 7 Patron Deity: Word STR: 17 Con: 14 DEX: 14 Int: 8 Wis: 12 CIA: 15 Lore Class Feature: Battle Cleric's Lore Channel Divinity: Healer's Mercy, Favor of the Gods Feats: Plate Mail Proficiency, Full blade Proficiency, Heavy Blade Expertise, Soldier of Faith (MC Paladin), Skill Training (Athletics) Skills: Religion, Diplomacy, Insight, Endurance, Athletics At-Will Attacks: Righteous Brand, Brand of the Sun EP: Healing Strike, Split the Sky, Strengthen the Faithful DP: Shield of the Gods, Hallowed Advance Utility: Invigorating Presence, Resurgent Strength Hit Points: 56 (-9 from previous) AC: 25 (+2 from previous) F: 19 R: 17 (-1 from previous) W: 18 Can you please verify and update this. BolerumSpoiler Hide Initiative : +5 HP: 65 Surge Value : 17 (Belt of Vigor) Surge per day : 12 AC : 23 Fortitude : 19 Reflex : 18 Will : 18 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +13 / 1d10+6 Passive Perception : 14 Passive insight : 19 Resist : Resist 1 all damages Default Action when players unavailable : Mark and Valiant Strike nearest enemy; take direction as needed from other PCs. Mark damage : 5 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, Goblin Special Ability/effects : +1 to INI to allies within 5 Spoiler Hide Initiative : +5 HP: 56 Surge Value : 14 Surge per day : 9 AC : 25 Fortitude : 19 Reflex : 17 Will : 18 Basic attack bonus and damage (or anything that replace it - for OA) : +13 / 1d12+6 Passive Perception : 14 Passive insight : 19 Resist : Resist 1 all damages Default Action when players unavailable : Righteous Brand nearest enemy (granting Power bonus to the closest melee combatant ally); take direction as needed from other PCs. Mark damage : 7 radiant Languages : Common, Giant, Goblin Special Ability/effects : +1 to INI to allies within 5; +1 Surge value to allies within 5 Spoiler Hide You actually will start the 7th (once woken up) with 15 THP) Spoiler Hide Note that you can reply IC, Antoine mentioned that he wake everyone. Religion (27) on temple :The temple is dedicated to Amadeus. Asmodeus is devoted to oppression and might through subversive action. He imposes strict rules and harsh punishments on his followers. The cult of Amadeus urges its adherents to seek power over others, to repay evil with further evil (an eye for an eye), to exploit kindness for personal gain, and to show no compassion for the weak and downtrodden. All done in the most legal possible manner of course, and never overtly. Insight (21) on Brother Long shadow : (IC 4 - Post 54)From what you can read from the man, he is what he claims to be. He isn't nervous and you don't have the feeling he has ill intentions toward you. He does show any sign of knowing you and do OK as if he is looking for doing some money with you by acting as an informant. Spoiler Hide Note that your insight will be use the whole discussion with Brother, I'll post here if you detect anything else on him. You can assume you feel he is being true unless IO say otherwise Insight (21) On Brother, Ic4, post 66You can sense that the man is actually impressed by your story and that he does believe what you say you did. You can guess he was about to press for more details with more question of his own, but he changed his mind wanting to keep the sharing game going as it is still beneficial, at least to him. Streetwise (17) for information on arena (IC 4 - Post 94) :Bole rum start to chat with a few people and find a man willing to share information about the arena fighters. Grull actually is a war troll and is considered the champion of the arena. He have never been bested, even in multiple opponents fights. From what you heard he has won over 40 fights so far. The beast actually is some magical beast, an owl bear. The creature is quite wicked and vicious. They use it mostly to satisfy the crowd bloodlust, sending only criminals or slaves against it. These are pretty much doomed to die horribly. The upcoming match between the two noble champions is some good match between two solid fighters, Gary Thunder shield and Elder The bold. Gary is favored as he has more experience, but Elder is actually quite strong and might pull it out. The manager that is looking for an opponent for his champion is actually there to make another gory show. Most fight, except the one with the beast, usually aren't to the death. Still there is a crowd for the extreme violence and from what you understand, that promoter is hired to provide that. Your source tell you not to underestimate his fighter, Hayden Bloodhound, even though he doesn't look that good. While he doesn't look so tough, and that most of his to the death match were close call, he still won the 17 last matches. Other that these, there are three other fighters to look for, who aren't on show tonight. Their is a draw called "Quicklime" who is ranked second and only lost 4 match, three of which were against Grill. Next is some dwarf name Earthen Oaken shield, who won all of his match so far, but never faced Grill or Quick blade. The last one is a woman named Bella Nova. While she has lost many fights, she has way more wins. Also, she is quite popular because of her looks, but also because she always put on a good show and have a very acrobatic style. Passive insight IC 3 - Post 104 :Looking at the promoter, you realize that his smile actually hide the fact that he is quite proud of himself. You get the feeling that he is pleased that his words might have put you in a spot where it is hard to decline the challenge, at least from what most people expect from Cordite. He did play on Words common addicts. You also note that his champion face look worried that he might have to face you, but you have enough insight to tell it is an act. While you don't think the man is overly confident and certain he will win, he isn't really afraid of you. Passive Insight on Era this Clerk (IC 4 - Post 55)You realize that the clerk actually seem to be really familiar with Maurice by the way he speaks about him and name him. You expected the Era this temple clerk to be someone neutral. Spoiler Hide wow you replied fast. I'll give to some time to revise your post if need be... didn't even read it yet lol. Spoiler Hide Not that I am saying you should change your IC post (to sign and all) because of the information above, but confirm to me here if you still stick with it before I reply to it. I know you posted before I had the chance to send you this information, which may or may not change what you would have done. I don't think the priest's knowledge of Box's opponent would change his willingness to fight. We'll let it ride. Insight:(d20+9)[27] Insight (27) on Clerk (IC 4 - Post 167)While the man do try to look at ease, you actually can sense that he is hiding a lot of stress. As you listen to his speech, you realize that something he says bothers you. After a few seconds, you realize what it is : the way that he is mentioning the Era this temple. He keeps sayingTheErathis temple in a very unipersonal way and quite distant tone. You don't feel the man actually have a bound to the temple as he would surely mention it as his temple or something along this line. He did show more emotion when mentioning Maurice than he did the Era this temple. Spoiler Hide Nice roll Religion (examining church's symbology): (d20+7)[14] (IC 3 - Post 183)The building is exactly like you would expect a building of Era this : Functional and built for efficiency. Everything seem orderly and like any other Era this temple you've been to before. Insight (trustworthiness of cleric): (d20+9)[19]The cleric do sound honest. Spoiler Hide IC reply for his answer will be up hopefully today... if not asap.... Perception: (d20+4)[18]You note nothing out of the ordinary. Religion (Word), IC 4, Post 211 : You recognize the kneeling statue as representing someone of the cordite religion. The symbolic is subtle, but you are sure of that at least before you actually even look more into the details. Spoiler Hide You still can roll a religion for more details (as suggested IC) History (14) (IC4, post 211): You know that the Mergers are from the Gem vipers clan and that the regular dwarves are from the Preacher clan. You remember having seen some link between this two clan somewhere lately... History (10) (IC4, post 211): Nothing more than the post above... Spoiler Hide he-he bad rolls... it happens History: (7) on passage of book (IC 4, post 236) You know you've seen that heraldry symbol somewhere... Spoiler Hide Lol... 7.... I think you already know what the symbol means... but if you don't remember, well you'll have to dig to find it out ;) Insight on the dwarf's motives: (d20+9)[28] (IC 4 Post 238)As you focus on discerning more about Author motives, looking for clues into his attitude and replying what he said before, you are sure he wants to crown for himself. While the location of Retook is important to him, the crown is what really matters. You actually get the vibe that if he had been with you when you found the place, he only would have asked for the crown and let you take every other treasure in the vault. You actually remember him saying "Gran" as he spoke of the Gem viper queen (Post 234), which you believe to be a diminutive of Grand-Mother, which means he is surely a direct descendant. Since a queen crown usually mean political power, and you are quite sure he wants it to gain some birthright or something along that line. You get that he is pretty cautious and slightly desperate right now, and from what he told so far, it is surely the best advancement in his search he had in quite some time. DM - Additional information during Hayden turn (IC 4, Post 272) :As Hayden Grapple your shoulder, everything seem to slow down for a second as you see some black energy flow from Hayden open wound. The energy goes to the opponent hands holding you and a huge hand black translucid hand appear over Hayden's. An arm, then a whole body of the same very black light grow from the hand. Before you stand a huge 15 feet tall shadowy humanoid form towering over Hayden. Hayden appears as surprised as you are, but also amazed. The form appear to bear many scars and wear a hood over the face, and you can feel some power radiate from him as he rises his fist to throw a punch. You know all this happened instantly and as time resume its pace the giant balled fist come to your face and hit you. It is quite painful, forcing your head back, but not like you'd expected a solid punch, but as if life have been such out of you. This makes Hayden surprise turn into a wide grin. Spoiler Hide Ok, you can do a religion check (free). You are weakened SENT and you lost 1 healing surge (I did not mention it in IC crunch, but I'll write it in your status). If the other note it, I'll see what I tell them... You can resume your regular posting IC. consider the giant to be in W12/Y15 (yeah 3 By 3 squares .... you're the one who asked for challenge right?) Okay. Huh. Religion:(d20+7)[13]From the crowd's reaction, do they see the giant as well? Religion (13) : You know this forms is one of Tögrög's champion or avatar. You just cannot remember anything else about it. Spoiler Hide No they don't, hence why I DDI not post it IC W12/Y15 is actually 3 by 4. The avatar did no damage, but weakened Box and cost him a surge. It sounds like Tögrög isn't happy about his chosen champion getting publicly whacked around by a Word follower. Also, is this giant a creature Box can target with attacks? Spoiler Hide yes you can target it... and he is in W13#Y15 Additional information (IC 4, post 276) After Hayden send you reeling toward the bladed contraption, you see huge black master becoming more opaque. A black chain appear in his hand and the monster move toward you and swing the chain at your feet. The end of the chain coils around your leg and the monster pull back, knocking you off your feet painfully as you sense even more life force being sucked out of you. With a flick of the wrist, the chain releases your legs. The crowd doesn't seem to have noticed the huge black from in the arena, and they are cheering for you and Hayden, apparently unaware of the 3rd party involved. Spoiler Hide I added the and orange circle to show you where is the Tögrög thing on the map. You lost one surge again and have been knocked prone. Having been attacked a couple of times, now -- is the shadow creature attacking a particular defense? Also, does it have threatening reach? Lastly, can it move tactically? Oh yeah, I forgot to actually put the crunch here. He attacked FORT both times so far. HE is mobile, and you can target it (tough you'd have to test it to know if you can affect him ...) He doesn't seem to have treat reach, at least not when you charged in. (did not use it, or you were not ion range if so. With the while, he has quite some reach. Also, he seems to be more substantial now (the attack with the whip was physical... the punch at first was more like ghost type. And yeah, he moves tactical. Sorry I did not put crunch, will do next time around. Bole rum is very much considering yanking the bladed pole out of the arena floor and caber-tossing it onto Hayden. Spoiler Hide here, that would make good show. I can tell you that it does look possible to lift off the place (i. But it looks heavy as hell.... it sure will require an incredible strength feat to manage to take it out by yourself (it is a 10 feet long log of wood (a foot wide) with an about 6 or 7 blades of metal (7 feet long)... heavy. It will be a difficult DC athletic. (st.award action) to take it out of there... will require another standard (with another athletic to throw it - to see if you make the distance) to throw it Spoiler Hide It might be good to know before you play your turn if you actually take the pillar attack or not (loose move or not).... it might change your turn for some reason, Tell me here asap. And I'll tell you some stuff Box will lose his Move action to make a good show. Spoiler Hide ok them, you dodge the blades (Duke under, jump over etc.)... you can proceed with your turn Passive insight (19) on Maurice (IC 4, Post 299)You're a bit surprised on how calm Maurice is. He doesn't look worried at all to face you and have apparently gotten over the scare you gave him when you forced his hand into this fight the previous day. Something apparently is giving him quite a bit of assurance right now. From his controlled fall, he appears nimbler than he looks, or you would have expected from a man who promote rather than fight. He appears very confident in his chances to win, and it is obvious that he is happy to fight you now while you're still tired from the previous fight. Active insight (25) on Maurice : As you inspect him more closely, besidethese little surprises from before, you see no reason to believe it isn't Maurice who is standing in front of you. Spoiler Hide Do you wait for your allies to join you or do will walk out by the stairway you entered the arena and get out to join your friend right? If so you walk out, I'll tell you when you join the scene above (I'll add it to the IC text and mention your joined their scene) so don't post in their discussions yet. Right. Bole rum will rejoin his companions. Spoiler Hide ok, note that I added a word (in red) to my previous reply above for it OT make more sense... I guess you understood anyway, but in case it was not clear... Am I able to intercede with the guards? Spoiler Hide What do you intercede? And with which guards exactly? Note that you don't really know what is happening up there yet BTW, did you enjoy your arena fight? I did make this a bit complicated, but as I said, I did not want simple I attack you, you attack me thing... The fight was fun! I'll hold off until you say I can interact with the others. Spoiler Hide oh well... I really doubt you will survive now. You at least need to save vs poison (or your dead on your turn) or roll 20 on death save to wake up at 1 HP. There is also the blades that probably will finish you up.... What would be incredible would be a 20 on death save and save poison... that would give you a chance to actually live and do something... not many chances. But who knows. Even though you've lost, that was a close fight... you almost had him... actually a CRT on last attack might have dropped him... that is how close you were. Well done. Honestly, would you had more surges, I think you would have won... as you wasted one healing power and still had second wind... the missing surge costed you the fight... but one thing for sure, it was very Bolerumesque! You were quite in character all those fights! And I just reposted this thread first post, and I've seen your character goals : Bole rum wants to kill a giant to the greater glory of Word, and to inspire men to acts of might and courage. You've fought (not sure if killed yourself tough) a giant at Fort-Du-Col. And I think we can say you surly inspired men in this arena I guess this is just a setback... just need another cleric with resurrect. Death saves:1(d20)[2]2(d20)[6]3(d20)[9] 4 (d20)[1] 5 (d20)[19] 6 (d20)[8] 7 (d20)[13] 8 (d20)[17] 9 (d20)[12] 10 (d20)[16] Edit: dead in 3 more rounds, it seems. Moving the game ... Please report to you new personal thread. This game moved to Myth-Weaver, click on this link and choose the revenant thread.

Grandpre Academy - Bolerum [4E]|rating:3.0

The Reluctant Instructor (Zekromnomnom and burntheart)

It was a hot, bright day in Asian, as most of them tended to be, since they were in the middle of a desert. Hollands Seth looked out over the city from his balcony that morning, lost in thought while he waited for his breakfast. The sight of all the mage's towers as far as the eye could see was something of a reassurance to him, though. This land was a land of opportunity. Nothing like the northern country he was from where the only mages were the third sons of noble houses, not important enough for anything else, who had to pay a king's ransom just to begin tutelage under a court magician. And once they completed their training, they were under strict regulations and had to answer directly to whoever ruled. Despite his natural ability with magic, he had no hope of becoming a mage there, for he was born common. But luck was on his side when he fled his homeland with a hedge wizard, one who had no formal training and whose magic was half petty spells an apprentice learned in the first year of apprenticeship and half parlor tricks and snake oil. When he made his way to Asian, though, after learning all he could from the hedge wizard, he found his fortune by impressing the right people. And now he was the master of the South East tower of the Mage's Council. But he still didn't like the heat of this country, even after ten years. He looked up from his musings to find his cook bringing in a tray of eggs and sausage. He gave the tall, built, middle-aged woman a nod of thanks as she set the food down. It had taken him a while to find the woman, one from his own homeland, who was a cook in the king's army when she was younger, and he really appreciated having her around. He didn't mind the food of the land of Qin'all, but sometimes he needed something to remind him of home. And this was one of those mornings. "Thank you, Burma." The woman nodded and wandered off back to her part of the tower, that contained her kitchen and bedroom. Hollands started to eat, taking his time to enjoy himself, for he knew he wasn't going to enjoy much of the rest of his day. He was working on a big project, trying to improve his climate control in his tower. It took a lot of energy to keep the place nice and cool like he liked, but he wanted to take it a step further. And he was having a pesky problem of condensation gathering on the inner walls of the tower. He thought about the problem as he ate and sipped at his chilled fruit juice. It was one thing he loved about this city. It was much easier to come buy fresh fruit. He had a love of oranges. Right as he was really getting into his food, though, he heard a chime in the air. He had set up dozens of wards, signals, and alarms all over his tower and he knew that specific one meant someone was knocking at his door. With a sigh of annoyance, he stood up from his chair and headed to the front door. He wasn't expecting anyone and had yet to bathe or really get dressed and as such, he still had bed head, and he was wearing nothing but a light robe and some slippers." What is it? I'm very busy," he said, before the door was even fully open. The young man on the other side was obviously a new apprentice, here to deliver some sort of message. He knew that mages would often send their pupils off fetching and carrying. He sometimes thought it might be nice to have his own personal errand boy, but an apprentice would just get in the way." Morning, Master Seth," said the young man. He seemed a bit nervous, and Hollands didn't blame him. He knew how mages could be. Furthermore, he tended to be a bit of a loner when focused on his work and he hated interruptions, but he knew he was a pussycat compared to some of the others. The old blue hair living in North tower was known for making his apprentices cry, and he only took on males as students. Hollands shook his head, realizing her wasn't paying enough attention. "...and so they wanted to make sure you were making ready to receive your apprentice."" Sorry, what? What apprentice?" asked the master of the tower." I said I've been sent to tell you that the arch mage has come to a final decision considering the newest prime initiate, and he has decided that she is to be taught by you, Master Seth. I was led to believe you already knew you were the likely choice. The arch mage thinks it's time you pull your weight. Er...his words, not mine."" Damn, I thought that was just a dream I had," said Hollands, pounding his fist against the door. He cursed in his native tongue some more, then noticed the apprentice was still there. "Anything else?"" Just that she'll be here soon," said the young man. Hollands nodded and shut the door in the man's face, rushing off to get ready to and to call to his cook to get to work on setting up a room for the girl. Korean Fletcher, a young 19-year-old mage, yawned and stretched as she got out of bed. It was around eight in the morning and she felt good. What with the whole running around doing errands for others and trying to keep up with everything. As she got up and looked around with bleary eyes she laughed a little as her young Firefox, Yarrow, rolled onto his back and yawned, his pelt still the buttery yellow of a young fox rather than the dark red of an adult. As she stood up and started to wander around her small apartment and get ready for the day she pulled on a red top that hit her mid-rib and a pair of flowy red harem pants. She then walked to the bathroom, and she was working on pulling up her shoulder-blade length semi curly red hair into a ponytail. Just as she was doing, so her reflection in the mirror shimmered and disappeared as the reflection of an older mage showed up. He looked to be in his fifties and his brown hair was starting to go gray around his temples, but he had bright blue eyes that looked warm and welcoming. Kori smiled at the reflection and the mage on the other side smiled as well." Good morning dad" she said with a chirpy voice and the one she had called dad smiled back as well." Good morning Korean, how are you?" he asked, and she laughed as she dropped her hair back down and sighed." Well, I was trying to put my hair up, but someone killed my reflection" she said, and he laughed." Well, I apologize, I called on you because I've lined up for you to apprentice with Master Hollands Seth, Master of the South-East tower" he said, and she sighed." But dad, he's a grump and is always complaining about the weather. Besides that he's probably going to try to make me miserable, everyone knows that he doesn't want an apprentice!" she said in an exasperated manner, she had been hoping that perhaps she would get to apprentice with Master Sean of the Western tower, but it appeared that luck hadn't been in her favor." Kori, he is the strongest of the members of the mage's council, in fact he may even be strong enough to one day surpass me, I've already twisted his arm and made him agree to it so you have to" he said, and she crossed her arms and pouted, "You should know enough by now that the pout doesn't work on me Korean, now get dressed and get on over to the South-East Tower, he's expecting you" he said, and his reflection faded and hers showed back up in its place. She sighed as she tersely pulled her hair back into a ponytail. That's right, her dad was the Arch mage of the Mages Council, well, adopted dad at least. He had found her when she was still less than a year old, freshly orphaned in a town that had been ransacked by bandits. Her parents had been killed, and she was laying in her crib, crying. The Arch mage, Ramadan Fletcher, had been but a young inexperienced mage on a journey when he found her. He felt the power within her and had decided to take her back with him and raised her as his own. She grew up in the Arch mage's tower and learned how to control the massive amount of power that she wielded. She moved out when she was 16, into the Tower of Fire, which is where she intended to keep sticking it out in the flame tower for as long as possible, even though she was going to more likely than not be moving in with her master. Furthermore, she sighed as she flicked a hand towards Yarrow's food bowl as she walked out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to dig through the cooling cabinet to see what there was for food. Furthermore, she threw together a sandwich using her magic and then loaded it into her backpack before she pulled on her sandals and headed out the door. When she stepped out the front door of her 20th floor apartment she wasn't met with stairs but rather a glowing blue enchanted lift mechanism that more or less floated her to the first floor. Once her feet hit the ground she was on the run through the already bustling city. It was only nine in the morning, but it was already heating up quite nicely. As she worked her way through the crowded streets she called out greetings to those that she knew and responded in kind to those that greeted her first. From growing up as the Arch mage's daughter she knew many people of the city, especially those on the mages' council, the one exception to that rule was the one that she was to be apprenticing to. She didn't know much about Master Seth, only that originally he came from a cooler climate. Sometime during her trip across the city to the South-East tower she felt the familiar weight of Yarrow settling in her bag after teleporting himself into it. After that it didn't take long for her to reach her destination. She smoothed her clothes and gulped a little before she knocked on the door, hoping that he was in a decent mood at least. After leaving the apprentice at the door, notably minus any sort of tip for his services, the master mage had Ideal, his cook, prepare him a bath, and he went to get himself cleaned up. He was one who fussed over his appearance, but not so much because he cared what any in the city thought of his outfit. He just liked having nice things after his common beginnings. Furthermore, he was used to a cold land with too thin jackets, threadbare cloaks, and worn out shoes in a land cold enough to kill in some places. And they were always hand-me-downs from his older brothers. And even though now he could dress as he wanted, he preferred to dress a certain way that showed where he was from, as well as a certain rugged, adventurousness that reflected his desire to one day leave his duties as a great mage behind, even if for only a brief time, so that he could go and adventure. After the bath, he combed his light brown hair into a side part, which he was told was a bit plain by Asian standards, and got dressed in his usual attire. It consisted of sturdy dark red leather boots, light brown trousers made from a light material (his one concession to the desert heat), a fine cotton shirt dyed red with a dark brown vest, and a long coat of brown wool that was reminiscent of the wizard robes from all the old stories. In fact, that was the idea he had in mind, but he learned during his apprenticeship how annoying it was trying to move about in an actual floor length robe. The coat had many pockets in it and had protective enchantments woven into it. And he topped the whole thing off with a dark red leather hat, pointy and wide brimmed like any proper wizard's hat, and with an enchantment in it to keep the immediate area around him a cool, comfortable temperature. Once he was properly attired, he paced about impatiently for a while in his entryway before he heard the chime that indicated the door was being knocked on, even though standing right there, it was rather redundant, considering he always actually heard the knock. Something he hadn't considered. He decided he would fix it later. Hollands marched over to the rather large door, something his predecessor had put in, and he had never thought to get rid of, and touched it, causing latent magic in it to swing the door open. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of her. She wasn't what he had expected, although he wasn't complaining about her looks. He would have plenty to complain about soon enough. Completely ignoring the fact that he hadn't even realized she would be here this morning until the messenger came, he decided to be his usual charming self. "It's about time you've arrived. I've been waiting all morning trying to get the place in order and putting my experiments on hold." He turned away from his new apprentice and yelled: "Ideal! How's it coming?" Korean would be able to hear angry shouting in a foreign tongue coming from another room and Hollands shouted back in the same. He turned back to Korean. "Well, in you get. Come on. What's your name? And where are we supposed to start? What do you know so far?" He didn't really think about how this might not be the best way for them to start things off, but he sure as hell wasn't going to start her off studying magic theory like he had had to. Besides, from what he remembered the arch mage saying, she was further along than that. He just really didn't know all that much about teaching. Korean sighed in slight annoyance when he asked her what she knew, she had hoped that father dearest would have said something to him about her progression in her training, but apparently he hadn't seen it to be necessary." I am well versed in all the basics, so there is no need to go over those, I specialize in fire magic with a little bit of teleportation and lightning based magic mixed in. As you may or may not have heard the Arch mage is my father and I assure you that I am fairly proficient in magic and controlling my power unlike most other apprentices. Sometimes my attempts at larger fire spell result in them backfiring on me, literally" It was at about that point in her speech that Yarrow decided to pop his little furry head out of her bag. His butter yellow fur and orange tinged ears looked strange in the lighting of the tower, "This is Yarrow, my Firefox. He's my familiar and he's still young. If I randomly disappear all of a sudden it's because his furry little ass decided that it would be fun to poof me out in the middle of nowhere with him and then not poof us back" she said, and she had a feeling, plus some previously stated comments by her father, that she was Hollands's first apprentice so she decided to throw him a bone and tell him what most other masters would be doing after first meeting their apprentices, "If you want to get a sense of my power then we're going to have to go to an underground training room, dad forbid me from ever unleashing my full power above ground unless it was a dire emergency. Whenever I do so it disrupts everyone's experiments and there are normally about thirty explosions reported in the Fire Tower alone. I'm not trying to sound like a know-it-all, I'm just trying to give you a sense of what you're dealing with. My dad said something about picking you to train me because he thinks you can help me learn control, which, by the way, isn't one of my stronger points" She said all of this to him with a very matter of fact tone, not being snide but rather just telling it how it was. She brushed her red bangs out of her face before she crossed her arms and stood there and waited for him to respond to her statements. Hollands nodded at her words, his mind only half on the task at hand. He seemed to remember something like this from before. Had the arch mage told him something about this stuff before? He couldn't be sure. He tried not to make a slight face when he saw the little creature emerge from her pack. Furthermore, he had lost his own familiar, a snow owl from his homeland, a few years before. A former mage of the council had been causing trouble in another land and Hollands was sent to investigate. What he found was a lot of undead a during the fighting, a skeleton archer had put an arrow through the owl. He still had the roost for the creature at the top of his tower, although he never bonded with a new familiar. He nodded at her suggestions before waving his arm to indicate she should enter the tower. "Just make sure he doesn't cause too much trouble, then." He led her inside through the fairly standard looking entry hall. He did very little in that part of the tower, and she would soon see how messy the rest of the place was. In most rooms, there were books and scrolls all over the place, as well as various other oddities and tools for his hobbies and pursuits. He led the way to one of the lifts and turned to her before stepping into it. "Just a heads-up, it's a bit cold and damp down there. It's shaped out of a natural cavern. I never bothered to furnish it much, but there are a lot of cages and stuff left over from the previous owner. Oh, and there's an underground river running through it. And a lot of ice. My specialty is water. Which...is a big part of why I suggested your father have someone else administer your training." He stepped down the lift and arrived in the main chamber of the caverns below his tower. Along one side of the rather large chamber, there was a flowing river. He had built a small dock onto the river, and he had used it to fish. There now, he had left some fishing poles and a number of empty bottles of ale and mead. He hurriedly walked past it into the main part of the chamber. He spoke a word for the color white in his native tongue and several wall torches came to life, filling the room with bright light. Furthermore, he started to wave his arms about in broad, sweeping gestures that almost seemed a bit lazy and a wave of water from the river was redirected toward the center of the chamber. Before it pooled and started to fill the chamber, he gestured with one hand at the ceiling and the water spiked upward and froze in place in the form of several pillars of various sizes, all vaguely shaped like giant warriors. "First I want to see you destroy these. I want to see what kind of control you do have. Try to destroy them individually." "The cold doesn't bother me, internal fire and all that jazz" she said to him when he said that the chamber would be cold. Once they got downstairs she put her bag down on the ground and opened the flap for Yarrow. The small Firefox crawled out of the bag and then trotted over to Koreans and sniffed at his leg. After sniffing him Yarrow rubbed up against his leg much like a cat would do. It was then that Yarrow sat down and looked up at him expectantly, wanting to be petted. The young fox was still less than a year old and loved attention." Yarrow, leave him alone, he probably doesn't want to be pestered by you" Kori said and Yarrow dropped his head and his large ears drooped as he walked back towards her, "Sorry about him, he hasn't quite figured out that not everyone falls for his 'cute and adorable' act" Kori said to Hollands, "And you want to destroy them one by one?" she asked him for clarification as she sized up her 'opponents'. Hollands looked down as the creature rubbed up against him. He opened his mouth to say something, but he held his tongue and turned back to what he was doing. "I'm just...not much for pets..." he mumbled as he focused on the ice shapes he had made. Being down in the cold was something he liked, and he spent a lot of time down here when he was working on any kind of experiment that required a lot of room or a lot of water. Having the river close by really helped because the project he was currently working on was one to make the climate inside the tower, and he had actually had some success in making it snow in the chamber. But he found so far that when he tried it in the upper floors, it would tend to cover the walls and ceilings in condensation, and he would end up with it raining in areas he didn't want it to. He turned to his new student and nodded at her words when she asked for clarification. "You said control is something you have trouble with. I want to start with seeing you try to control it with precise aiming." Yarrow had jumped up on a table a curled up to sleep. Kori just sighed as she stepped into the middle of the four ice warriors, and she took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes and when she opened them back up her eyes were flaming orange and red, and it was then that she sent a gout of fire at each of the statues in turn. It was when she tried to rein her power back in that things started to go wrong. Flames swirled around her, and she was having issues stomping the flames back down." This is where I can normally use a little bit of help" she said, her voice sounded strained, and the flames were starting to rage out of control. Yarrow looked up from his perch on the table and cocked his head to the side, wondering to himself if he needed to poof her out of the area. Hollands watched her as she moved out among the ice shapes. He was curious to see how she cast spells and how she would move. He hadn't expected her to move out in the middle of them to start using her magic. Furthermore, he was wondering just how much trouble with control she actually had. Furthermore, he leaned against the table, arms crossed, as she started. Her aim seemed good, but before he could work on testing it further, he saw that she was losing control of the fire she had called forth. He grimaced and started to move his hands through a number of fluid motions, hastily but gracefully, and pulled forth more of the river water. Several roping arcs of water lashed forth, meeting the flames with loud hisses. Steam started to fill the air, and he plied more water as needed, wanting to avoid drenching her in the ice-cold liquid if he could. Working a little harder, he made a small gust of wind through the chamber to move the steam out of the way. He had splashed her a bit, but she wasn't soaking wet, just as he had intended. She fell to her knees and panted. She was half exhausted because of almost losing control." Thank you, that's the problem that I usually have" she rocked back onto her butt and sat there, "I think that's why dad wanted you to train me, you like water the same that I like fire, equal but opposite" Kori said to him, "So, that's me, normally it ends in an explosion but not this time courtesy of you" she said with a little smile. She stood up and walked over to Yarrow and scooped him up into her arms as she scratched him behind the ears, and he rubbed his head up against her. It was then that she looked up at Hollands, "Why do you not care for pets?" she asked him, curious now. "I've never seen anything quite like that," said the master mage. Her being his first student, he had spent little time around apprentices. And when he was one himself he worked hard to prove himself, but things had come somewhat easy to him. And since he was always working and studying, he spent little enough time with the other apprentices. So he had never seen anyone with that much power combined with that much trouble controlling it. He was unsure of how exactly he should proceed. He figured maybe he should work more on making her focus it, making her shape it. Then he heard her question. He opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, scratching the back of his head. "Who said I don't like pets? I'm just...not overly fond of other people's pets. In my tower. I have things in just such a way, and it's the way I like it and others' pets tend to not know their boundaries." He tapped his chin with a finger a few times before looking over at his apprentice. "Maybe we should try and start smaller. Can you...make a little wisp light? One of the first things I learned because my master never liked me using up all his candles to read by. If not that, maybe we can just start with trying to increase temperature in an object. Like maybe just melting some ice. Which of those sounds better to you, given your knowledge of your own abilities?" "Yarrow is well-behaved and doesn't disturb things, he just likes attention" She said to him, and then she waited to see what else he would say about her abilities, and it was then that he said something about wisp light." I can do both of those easily, I have no problem with control at that point, it's when I attempt larger magics that I have problems regaining control" she said with a sigh, "When I was about fourteen I was attacked by a group of men determined to drag me off and take me as a slave. I lost control and I fried them to a crisp, they were nothing but a charred pile by the time it was all said and done. Dad sense the disturbance in power when I lost control and he found me. I had more or less turned completely into a being of flame. It took everything he had to get it back under control. Since then any large feats of magic cause me to lose control, I don't like it and I don't want to hurt anyone but I can't rein it back in once it's free. Sometimes Yarrow helps because he can strain off the excess power but other times it doesn't end well" she said with a sigh, Hollands was only the second person that knew of her frying the men to a crisp, she figured that she had to tell him so he knew the whole story. Hollands raised an eyebrow at her reassurances. He had no reason not to believe her, but he was still suspicious. He decided to remain silent, though, not wanting to bother with it at the moment. Furthermore, he listened to her explanation of things, taking it all in without comment. Furthermore, he didn't feel like trying to coddle her or anything, thinking she seemed a little bit reluctant to mention the experience. Furthermore, he was sure it might be traumatizing to her, but he knew that often being a mage could be dangerous, both for oneself and those around them. Furthermore, he learned pretty early of the horrors wrought by magic, both controlled and wild. Furthermore, he had seen undead and twisted abominations, and seen a demon or two on occasion. Furthermore, he decided to address her story directly and bluntly: "Okay, we'll start with generating heat and work our way up. I don't need to ward myself, do I?" She shook her head no as she put Yarrow down, "You shouldn't need to, unless you can't take the heat. I can generate a lot of heat" she said to him. She knew that he wasn't too sure about what she had just said to him. She felt nervous that he thought she was lying or some such thing, but she knew that she was going to have to trust him with everything that she knew of her past, after all her dad wasn't really her dad, he had just found her somewhere when she was a child. Furthermore, she stood out in the middle of the area and started to heat up the air in the room, it was creeping up degree by degree, she was waiting for him to tell her to stop. Hollands nodded at her words, accepting them without comment. He knew his hat should be able to protect him in case of an emergency, at least long enough for him to use more of the river to stop any problems they might have had. He watched as she started to work on heating the room. Furthermore, he started to very slowly work his magic to lower the ambient temperature in the room. Furthermore, he wanted to be able to counteract what she was doing if she started to lose control. Also, he figured he could draw out the exercise longer to help her further. Though his hat did protect him, he could still tell how the room was getting warmer. After a bit longer, he decided to change things up. "Okay, what I want you to do now is focus on lessening the effect. If you can, I want you to decrease the amount of heat you are generating." She swallowed nervously as she did as instructed. The temperature in the room started to go down as she generated less heat." Like this?" She asked him. She didn't want to have it all blow up in her face, literally. "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted. This kind of energy manipulation should help you gain better mastery of your power. Think of it like lifting a book. It's not that hard to take up a book and set it down to read it. But if you instead open the book and hold it aloft to read it, your arm starts to get tired as the muscles are strained," said the instructor. He leaned back against the table, his hands against its surface. "Now when you get to the point where you are barely producing any heat, I want you to start slowly increasing it once more. And when you get to a certain point, I want you to focus on it, try to hold it at that point and remember it, because that will be the target we're going to work with for the time being." She nodded and did as he said. "Can do, just say when" she said as she kept lowering the temperature of the room. It was pretty straight forward, and she wasn't having too much trouble with it and that made her happy. When the ambient temperature in the room got to a certain point, and Hollands had a pretty good sense for this sort of thing, he opened his mouth to speak and held up a hand. "All right, at this point I want you to start increasing the heat once more. Just like before. And I'll let you know when to stop," he said. While he observed, ready to intercede is she lost control at any moment, he thought about other ways to try to help her. He was thinking he might have her repeat the procedure with actual fire instead of just the heat. She started raising the temperature, and it was about then that fire started to come from her body and she lost control of her power. If surged outwards and started to rage outwards and her eyes rolled back in her head and she lost all conscious control of her power. The flames started to rage outwards, expanding to completely fill the room if nothing was done. Once expanded the flames would collapse inwards and cause an explosion if not stopped. Hollands cursed under his breath, lamenting the loss of control. She had been doing well up to that point, but he knew that he had to do something to contain it. But then an idea came to him. The whole idea for the chamber had been to have ready access to that much water, but the previous owner had actually used it to run a small mill under his tower. With that much water, maybe Hollands could prolong the exercise. He started to move his hands, reaching out with his magic to take hold of the river. He forced the waters into the rest of the chamber, but he made sure to control it a bit more. Furthermore, he shouted over the sound of the water. "I'm not going to drown in yet! Keep trying to rein it in, to bring it back down. I'll hold it back with the water for now, but try a little longer to pull it back!" Kori was hanging there limply, completely unconscious, as her eyes were rolled back in her head and her head was lolling back loosely with her neck. The power was flowing out of her with no stopping. Yarrow whined and looked at Hollands nervously. Pacing and seriously worried about what was happening, he had seen this before, and it never ended well. With another curse, Hollands abandoned his efforts when he saw that she was unconscious. He started moving his hands through their passes much more forcefully, flooding the room with the river water. Once the tide started to sweep her up, the water turning to steam as it hit her flames, he rode the water toward her. He was amazed to find how warm the water closest to her was, but through some careful control, he was able to apply enough water, twisting it around her, to extinguish the flames without completely submerging her. Once they stopped, he moved to support her limp form as he made the waters recede from the chamber. He looked around, trying to make sure he hadn't washed the little fox away as he started to carry her toward the lift. Yarrow was sitting on the brim of Hollands's hat, looking down at Kori in a confused manner. He was worried about her and wanted to help her but didn't know how. He whined from his perch on Hollands's hat. Kori was passed out in Hollands's arms her head lolling around with his every movement. She was out cold, her skin still warm to the touch from having been engulfed in flame. Hollands was surprised to find the fox on his hat, but he managed to not react very much from it. He briefly inspected the girl to make sure he didn't need to take some kind of immediate action, but from what he could tell, she just seemed unconscious. He was able to find her pulse easily, his attunement with water made it easier, and he had actually heard some water specialists were able to affect blood in fairly sinister ways. Furthermore, he walked over to the lift and rode it up. Furthermore, he checked with Ideal and learned that she hadn't gotten around to setting up the girl's room yet. So he made his way to his own room. The room held a large canopy bed and big oak desk covered with books and papers. There was also a fireplace and a comfortable armchair to sit in front of it. He moved over to his bed and moved aside the covers, his cook having turned down his bed after he awoke, and laid her gently down in it. Then he realized she was still wearing her wet clothing. "Ideal!" he yelled, walking from the room to get the woman. Kori was still unconscious, laying on the bed. Yarrow followed Hollands, whining and worried about his mistress. His ears were drooping in a sad and worried manner. Kori groaned in her sleep, not awake but in some amount of pain by the sounds of it. Soon enough, the older woman arrived, grumbling in their language until she saw the girl, unconscious in the bed. "We had a bit of a training accident. I want you to get her out of those wet clothes. Just put her in one of my bath robes for now," said Hollands, waving toward the bed as he moved to step out of the room. The way she groaned, he thought maybe she had hurt herself somehow. "Let me know when she's changed, and I'll come in and see if I can figure out what's wrong with her." The little fox padded after the older wizard, knowing that there was nothing he could do for his mistress. When the wizard stopped Yarrow sat down by his feet and pawed at his leg, whining a little and looking up with him with wide, sad eyes. He was looking up at him in a way that said 'pick me up please'. Hollands stood outside the door, arms crossed and foot tapping on the stone floor impatiently. He knew Ideal would do as he asked and that she would do it well. It had been some time since he had been injured, whether in an accident or a fight, but Ideal had some experience patching him up. So he trusted her to be gentle with Kori. He just worried a bit that he might have overdone it their first day. He was really hoping he wouldn't get into any kind of trouble with the arch mage for it. After a bit, he noticed that the fox was making noise. He looked down, a stern scowl on his face, but it melted a bit when he noticed the way the creature looked at him. He was a little hesitant, but he reached down. Furthermore, he picked it up behind its front legs, holding it sort of awkwardly as he looked it in the eyes. "I really wish that look didn't work on me. Terrible weakness for a famously grouchy wizard," he said. He looked around to make sure no one was looking, not that there was anyone else in the tower but the two in the closed room behind him. Then he looked back down at the fox, switching to a bit of a baby voice. "You're worried about your mommy, huh? She's going to be okay, yes she is." Yarrow rubbed his head against Hollands and licked his hand, appreciating the attention greatly. He looked up at his with his big green eyes, looking irresistibly adorable no matter who you were. He smiled in spite of himself and switched to carrying the fox over his arm like one would a cat, starting to pet the creature a little and then scratch him behind the ears when he heard a noise from the room behind him. Furthermore, he almost dropped the pet, but held onto it as he turned and Ideal walked out of the room. "She's dressed now. Go and see what is wrong." said the older woman in halting common. Hollands nodded and headed into the room after the cook left. He moved over to the bed and started to see what he could determine about the girl's condition. "What do you think?" he asked the fox as he set it on the bed next to the unconscious form of his apprentice. Yarrow just frowned a little and curled up on her stomach, he was worried about Kori. When Yarrow as done balling up he glowed a slight flame like color, and she woke up all of a sudden, yet still sluggish." What.... what happened?" she muttered, her tongue thick from being worn out. Hollands watched as the little creature moved up and started glowing, waking its master. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head and feeling a little sheepish about things. He felt bad for letting her lose control. "Well...the exercise got out of hand. When you switched to increasing the heat, you lost control. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let it get out of hand like that. I thought it was going well up until then." Kori rubbed her forehead, it ached, and she was in pain. She sat up slowly and picked up Yarrow, cradling the still flaming fox to her chest. Yarrow nuzzled against her chest and the flames were rolling against her skin, not hurting her, in fact the longer she was in contact with the flames the better she looked." It's not your fault, that's just what happens when I push it too far. This is why my dad sent me to you. I can't control when I lose it, sometimes it's when I'm doing something simple, other times it's when I'm doing something like what we were doing today. It's always when I'm working with fire, never any other element, I don't know why, neither does my dad nor anyone else. It would help if we knew my heritage, but we don't" she said with a sigh as she rubbed her cheek against the top of Yarrow's flaming head, "I have a feeling that until we figure out what is going on that I'm going to be losing control a lot" she muttered worriedly. Hollands thought about what she said, scowling a bit at the thought of it. He was under the impression they were just to be working on trying to help her control it, not trying to figure out why it was happening. He had no way of trying to discover her past or her heritage, and he didn't really know why or how that could affect his ability to help her learn control. But he had to do as he was directed. He looked away, thinking over the problem a bit. "Well, I'm not really sure how we should proceed then, to be honest. I assume the arch mage has tried some kinds of auguries or some such to try and figure out where you're from?" Kori sighed and ran her hands through her hair, "He has, he's even tried going back to where he found me but no luck, the village was destroyed. We don't know what happened or what my background is, just that I have this power and I can't control it and I need to, so I don't hurt anyone" she said to him, getting a little frustrated, she was worried he'd act like this. "Well, we can keep trying to work on training you, but if even the arch mage thinks this has something to do with where you come from, then I don't know how much good our training can do. But I guess we'll do our best," said the mage, rubbing his forehead as he thought over the problem. He turned away from the bed. "I think Ideal is still working on your room, so feel free to rest here for now." He started to move toward the door. "Do you want to try again later today, or would you rather rest a for the rest of the day?" "I don't know, I'm tired I'm not sure what we're going to do" she says with a sigh and yawn, she's exhausted. "Then stay here and rest. Ideal will let you know when your room is ready, and she'll probably be making lunch soon. I'm going to go and work on something. It'll help me think on the problem," said the master of the tower. He turned and started for the door once more, heading back toward the main chamber of the tower to continue working on his main project at the time, but then he thought better of it. He decided to head to his crying chamber, thinking to contact the arch mage and see if he could get a little bit more information or some kind of instructions. Kori sat in the bed, cuddling the young fire fox in her arms, she was worried and nervous and wasn't sure what she thought of living in this tower with her cold shouldered master. Hollands moved to the large basin of water he had set in the middle of the sparse, cold stone chamber and sat before it. He crossed his legs and moved his hands over the bowl of water, uttering the words of power required to start the spell. Using the water as a medium, he would be able to communicate visually and audibly with the arch mage, but it would require the arch mage to answer. The water slowly rose from the basin, forming a flat disc in the air, one of its two flat edges facing him. He calmed himself, awaiting an answer from the arch mage. The water shimmered, it was then that the arch mage appeared before Hollands." I issue that Kori's training is going well?" he asked Hollands. Hollands quietly let out a sigh of relief that the arch mage answered his spell. He looked at the image and gave a slight nod. "As well as can be expected, master. We were working on an exercise, and it showed promise, but then she lost control. She's resting now, but she happened to mention you think her power and her difficulty controlling it has something to do with where she came from. Which leads me to seek advice from you. I can come up with exercises for as long as you like, but she seemed to think something more was needed. I have no idea how I could manage to find more about her past if you could not, so I guess I'm asking what you think my next move should be." The arch mage sighed and ran a hand through his grain hair, "The only thing I can think of is to return to where I found her and try to discover her heritage, I honestly can't think of anything else" he said, he was worried about Kori and her inability to control her power, he was worried about her getting hurt or hurting others. Hollands nodded at his superior's advice, mulling the problem over. He had little else to offer, thinking only of the exercise he had had her go through so far. While it showed some promise, he didn't want to be unprepared. "Well, if that's the best lead we have on a solution, then I guess I had better plan for a little traveling. Where did you find her, exactly? And will it be a good idea to bring her along?" "Of course you should take her along, after all you're doing it to find out the limitations of her powers as well as why she can't control them. I found her in a small village on a mountainside, it was known as Stoughton, but it was destroyed shortly before I happen upon the very town and found her, go there, and you might find the answers that you're looking for" he said to Hollands. "I just wanted to make sure that that's what you thought was best. I'll let her know when she's rested that we plan to head that way," said Hollands, mulling the situation over. He cocked an eyebrow as he thought about how to phrase his next question, not wanting to cause any sort of incident with his superior. "How...was the town destroyed? It wasn't...her power, was it?" "I'm unsure to tell the truth, there is a reason that I have tried so hard to keep her in check, but she wasn't content with just becoming an alchemist or something like that, she wanted to become a full-blown elementals. I have bound her power to help keep it in check but has you have likely noticed that doesn't always work. The only thing I have ever found that can help control her is a Firefox. I have a colleague of mine here on a visit when she started to lose control and their Firefox stepped in the middle of it and was not only able to absorb the power but disable her before she managed to hurt anyone or destroy anything. Unfortunately Yarrow is still too young to help with that kind of thing" the arch mage said with a shrug, "To tell the truth I'm not sure of the extent of her power, or whether she will grow to control it before it controls her, regardless, something needs to be done before she hurts someone. I put you in charge because you don't know her and you have no attachments to her like most other members of the council, they would be lenient on her and not stop her. I say this with a heavy heart, but you can't let her lose control, you must do whatever is necessary to keep her from hurting others, even if it means ending her life. Furthermore, I say this as the arch mage, not as her father. As her father I would ask that you do whatever you can to keep from having to resort to that" he said, he tones dead serious as he said this to Hollands. Hollands tried not to let his annoyance at the situation show. He often kicked himself for moving up the ranks as much as he had at times like this. Sure, the money and prestige and power, not to mention the gigantic tower he got to live and work in, were all nice, but sometimes he really chafed under the responsibilities. He remembered the fox and wondered why they hadn't just found her an older one to keep around instead of the little one, but he knew he shouldn't have a smart mouth when addressing his superior. He absorbed everything without comment then let out a sigh. "Okay, I guess... I need to go plan for the trip. Thank you for the advice, Arch mage." With that, he let the connection end and got up from his position to go and find his apprentice. Kori groaned as she cracked her eyes open, her head was throbbing, and it felt like she'd been trampled by a stampeding herd of goats. It was then that she remembered losing control in the underground facility. She sat up and hissed when her muscles pulled at odd angles and protested the movement. She was rubbing the heel of her palm against her forehead when Hollands reappeared in the doorway. Hollands stood in the doorway, examining her to see what he could determine of her condition from there. He wanted to know if she was well. Then, when she opened her eyes, he gave her a strained smile. "I'm...sorry about that... I guess I underestimated the situation. How are you feeling? The arch mage tells me he thinks we should take a trip. To where he found you. It's the best lead I have, so I agree, but I don't want to push you, so we won't leave until you're feeling up to it."

The Reluctant Instructor (Zekromnomnom and burntheart)|rating:3.0

Into His Claws- 1x1

Airbrushed a strand of white hair behind her ear. Arrow had his foot on the dragons' snout. "Just as you said, my love. The wizards spell worked. It incapacitated him, and we dragged him here."" Great." She said. "Well done. And none of your men will speak to bringing him here?" She asked, an edge to her tone." No. And besides, none of them know of your involvement." He said. "Now..." Arrow said, sliding his hands on her waist. "Let's talk about your payment to me." Princess Amora froze, then batted his fingers away. "Not until everything is said and done. Now go, leave me." Arrow froze. "Are you sure? You'll be okay here, alone with this beast?"" He's sedated. I will be fine. Thank you for your service." Amora dismissed him, and finally, reluctantly, Arrow left. Amora turned back to the downed dragon. His eyes rolled towards her. He was unable to move, but he was conscious enough to hear him. She kneeled down by his head." I apologize for the rough treatment, but I have a job for you, and I will reward you richly. My father, King Even, has insisted I marry Duke Vernon. It's not the first thing he has... Forced me to do against my will." She flinched. "I beseech you to kill him. I would poison him, but that might cause unrest in the kingdom as they speculate and investigate and accuse other kingdoms. But this would be apparent and public. A dragon attack? There would be no investigation. And I will award you 250000 gold pieces for your hoard." She stood up. "I know you cannot answer, so I will leave you to dwell on it. I'm sure you'll know where to find the king. It's a pretty large castle." Amora bowed before turning away and mounting her horse, riding off back to the castle, and leaving the dragon hidden in the woods. Amora brushed her hair, and sat in front of her mirror. Her room was large, with a four-poster bed that was big enough for 5 men... even if it had never even held one. She braided the long white locks, then twisted it into a bun atop her head. She stood, and with a flourish, dropped her robes to the ground. Naked, she walked to the corner of her room that held a large tile pool. Long legs, curves, and creamy skin, she stepped into the cool water. Using a large shell, she cupped some, and spilled it over her breasts. She leaned back, and let the cool water refresh her on this hot day. But her relaxing soak was interrupted by the door opening, and in barging Vernon. Amora sat up and scowled." My hand maid must have assured you that I was indisposed." she remarked, with a glare." Ah yes, but indisposed is exactly as I would wish to find you, my beloved." His rounded stomach shook as he chuckled to himself, his gray eyes devouring every inch of her. Amora stood up, the water running down her skin and leaving her slick, and bared to his view. She grabbed her robes and pulled them back on, keeping her eyes locked on him in pure defiance. If he wanted to be coy, to shy away from his gaze, she wouldn't grant him that pleasure." Why are you here?" She asked, sitting at her mirror again, so she could unravel her hair." Originally to ask you to accompany me to the masquerade tonight, but now that I've seen you're alone with me... I must admit, my mind wishes to engage in other activities." He sauntered over, and ran his hands down her shoulders, shoving her robe down in the motion." I'm sorry, Duke, but as per our arrangement, and per the customs of the kingdom, a woman isn't to give herself away until her wedding night. Especially a princess." she said, with a coy grin, knowing there would be no wedding. She straightened her robe back up, and batted his hands away." As for the masquerade, I must ready myself. I should look my best if I'm going with such an illustrious guest, should I not?"" Ah, yes, very well." He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. Amora tried not to groan. "I will see you there, my little song bird." She rolled her eyes as he left. Hours passed, and with her hair in an elegant bun that left white curls cascading down her shoulders, her handmaids helped her into a flowing black gown. It was long and stitched with pearls and gold flowers. They pinned more pearls and matching gold flowers into her hair. Amora nodded, and thanked them, then headed out her room and down the stairs. She could hear music playing and guests chattering. For a brief moment, her thoughts flickered to the dragon. His amber eyes, clear in her head. She donned hermaskand stepped into the ballroom, and everyone went quiet, turning their attention to the princess. Amora was in bed the best morning when the handmaid awoke her to tell her the news." That idiotic over grown lizard!" She exclaimed, palming her face with her hands." I know mistress. It's terribly upsetting. I'm here if you need me." The handmaid bowed her head. "By the way, Sit Arrow is here to see you."" No- I- please, give me some time alone." Amora sighed. Her maid nodded, and left. Amora turned to her vanity, opening a drawer and fumbling for a hidden switch inside. This caused the mirror to swing open, revealing a spiral staircase. It was an emergency exit in case the castle was under siege, but Amira often used it to sneak out. She retrieved her horse and rode out to where she had left the dragon one day prior, hoping he would return there for his reward. She hadn't brought a single coin for him though. Not with his massive mistake. She thought back to her words. Was she not clear? No, she must not have been, for he had killed the wrong man. Not that she cared a lick over Lord Vernon's death, but it put her no closer to rule over the kingdom. She needed her wicked father dead so she could take the throne. She crossed her arms, and waited. As Amora's bravado faded, she chose her next words carefully. "There's been a misunderstanding. While I appreciate you slaying my would be suitor, the head of the problem was my father. I wished for you to kill the king. Then I may take his crown and be queen." As his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared she held up a hand. "I'll double your reward." She stated, plainly. She watched him continue to gnaw on his meal. "And think of how rich and marbled a fat king is. How delicious that would taste."" My name is Amora, by the way. I will meet you back here when the deed is done." Amora bit her lip. "My father is evil. The kingdom has flourished under him, but only because he's bribed dignitaries from other kingdoms with... Me. He sold Vernon my chastity, but luckily you took care of him before he got his end of the deal. Others he had me pleasure in ways that didn't disrupt my maidenhood. He found out early that a princess was a tempting pawn he could play." She couldn't bare to meet his eyes after the confession. "Killing Vernon was just a favor for him. He already had the dukes coin. Now he can sell me again, and I doubt very much it would be to my liking." Amora met his eyes now, fear cleared out of them. "I'd rather die anyway, then be sold to the highest bidder." She pushed her hands against his grasp. "I cannot pay you now. When I offered you the money to slay the king, that meant that after he was dead, I would be crowned Queen. But since you killed the wrong man, I'm still just an heiress. I have no claim to the gold I promised to pay you with." "You lie, vile creature. My people love me. The king doesn't allow me to visit them, and yet I sneak out. I and my men, and my love, Arrow, have a guild that feeds those left homeless by dragon fire. We take in those who's homes have burnt in the countryside and find them a new life in the middle of town. I know what you speak is not true. While my father has made relations with other kingdoms, the people do not like him. He has done little to help the kingdom." She squared her shoulders. She wouldn't let him bend the truth. Furthermore, she wouldn't let him get under her skin. "Just because he spends gold to bribe us out of wars does not mean he is a good leader. Without me the people would starve and sleep on the streets. The kingdom struggles, and sits away, fat in the castle. He hasn't been out of his chambers in 6 years. You are wrong. You know nothing." She glared, but she looked away from him. "I don't think I'm better than my people. I AM my people. Either kill me, or hold your tongue. I'm not here to discuss politics with you. I've asked for your help. Furthermore, I'm sure I can find another dragon who would be more than happy to do the job I have offered." Amora helped as she felt the burning at her back. She had no idea what it was, or what it meant, but she wasn't backing down. He was challenging her. Still, she was wary of his offer. What was worth more than gold to a dragon? She chewed her lip in thought. Then she nodded. She took his claw in her hands and shook. "It is done. You may have a favor in exchange for the kings' death. I want you to make a display of it, so no one will question his death being an accident." The things he said about her father were no surprise. She knew he was vile, and she knew he took credit for her deeds. She had even suspected his tarnishing her name. But all of that would be over come morning. She locked eyes with the dragon once more, before letting out a long shrill whistle. Her steed came to her, and she mounted, and without another word, headed home to the castle. That night, Amora tossed and turned. She dreamt fitfully of dragon fire hot on her skin, of fangs piercing and pricking her body, and a long tongue that explored her so. She awoke several times in a needy pant, her back burning over her new mark. As Amora watched MESRST fly away, she felt the oddest sensation, like a caress. She jolted, and her maid caught her. "It's okay princess, we won't let anything hurt you." But truth was she wasn't upset, she was anxious. Relieved. But not sad." Ready the kingdom. I'm giving a speech at dawn." Amora said, steadying herself.---Amora was back in the castle, in her bedroom. It was after the ceremony, which had gone better than planned at least. The people weren't pleased that Amora was going to be their new queen, but they didn't boo her, or throw things. Her hand maiden had come to inform her she had a visitor. Intrigued, she allowed it. It was Arrow. He rushed forward to embrace her, but Amora froze up. The simple motion of a hug felt... Unbelievably wrong. Just days ago she had paid for the murder of her father so she could we'd Arrow instead of Vernon, and today she was repulsed at the idea of contact with her. Arrow lowered his head into a kiss, but it was one-sided. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "What's wrong, my love?"" I'm- just in shock. Everything is happening so fast. I need time to catch my breath." Amora stammered, all excuses." But I thought tonight could be the night we could finally be together. With your father gone-"Amora interrupted him. "Am I just some conquest you were waiting to claim?" She asked indignantly." No, my love I simply-""Begone from my chambers. I do not wish for company tonight, especially not the kind you're interested in." Amora crossed her arms. Bewildered, Arrow saw himself out. "Lord... Franks?" Amora asked, half curious and half exasperated. His name rang a bell, but she couldn't put a face to it. Surely it was another suitor. "The kings been dead not even a day and already, so many are pining for his crown." She opened her mouth to tell him to send the man on his way, that she didn't wish for company tonight, but something stopped her. Amora brushed passed the guard and peered down the stairs, and saw a man who took her breath away. Green eyes and a waterfall of soft looking auburn locks. She composed herself, but a warm feeling spread from her chest across her body, and she yearned for this man in the way she used to yearn for Arrow." Allow him to come in." She said. The Queen turned and headed to the bed, adjusting her white linen gown so she could sit. Lord Franks entered her door, and against the guards wishes, closed it behind him. "I do not think we have been introduced before." Amora said, sure she had seen him before, but now seeing him was like seeing him for the first time. "What business do you come to my chambers for? My father has just passed, and I require ample time alone to grieve. I do hope you understand." Amora's fingers brushed the stone, and she felt a shiver of energy and excitement. "It's... lovely." she said softly. Guilt bubbled beneath the surface, but she knew her father. If he had commissioned this, it was little more than a collar for his favorite pet. His image flashed in her mind, the king putting her tiara on her before kissing her forehead and ushering her into the chamber of a visiting dignitary saying "Don't worry, little love, a guard will be in with you the whole time to make sure he only uses your mouth." All the guilt evaporated. She was just a kid, and he used her like a pawn. Like a bargaining chip. A pet." I appreciate you beautiful craftsmanship." She said, choking a little bit from the memory. She took a deep breath and calmed herself." Would you, uh, put it on me?" she asked, unable to refute the call of the necklace to her. "Luck has limits, lord Franks. And I'm starting to fear I've pushed mine." She said, looking down. Dread edged at her heart, as she feared she was toying with fate, and teetering on the edge of her own demise." Thank you for stopping by, and thank you for this amazing work. I'll treasure it always, as a final memento from my father." The last words tasted bitter in her mouth. Amora turned to bid him one final look before he left, but her eyes lingered on his lips. His hair. How she longed to thread her fingers in it and hold his mouth to her-She shoved the thought out of her mind. One thing was clear, though. He intrigued her, and she wished to get to know him, and as luck would have it, he was stuck in the castle because of the dragon attacks." Good night and may luck smile on you as well." Amora said, gesturing for the guards to follow her out so she could be alone for the night. After he left, she grabbed a quill and parchment. Amora slipped the note into an envelope and sealed it with wax, summoning her most trusted maid to deliver it." Meet me in the library at dusk tomorrow. ~A" As the dragon got further and further from the castle Amora felt her mark ache, and her chest grow empty. Something-no, the dragon called to her. She donned a light blue silk robe that had black embroidery. She opened the secret hatch, and headed out of the castle and down to the stables. She didn't bother with a saddle, just laid down the blanket for the short ride to the forest. When she saw him, the pain in her mark eased, and she swung her legs off her horse, walking gentle, barefoot on the soft grass. She knelt before him, something her body told her to do, but also as a sign of gratitude." Thank you. I've come to make good on our deal." She looked up, her ice blue eyes meeting his. Green and amber, just like Lord Franks. No wonder she was drawn to him. "If I may ask, what is this mark you gave me? What does it mean?" She stood as told, a bit puzzled by the dragon's calm demeanor. She wondered absently for a second about Arrow, and even Lord Franks. It seemed the dragon had marked her as his-what would that mean when she tried to take a king? She thought of Lord Franks again, in a crown and by her side. Her nipples prickled, a combination of the cold night air hitting them, and the thought of Lord Franks nipping at her skin. No man had ever awakened any of this desire in her. Not even Arrow, whom she thought she loved. Her father had broken her, assured that sex would never be anything other than submitting and being used. Yet Franks stirred a feeling in her, she thought was dead. She could feel the dragon's hot breath on her, and the shivering faded." I'll follow your advice, and begin meeting with other countries tomorrow. I fear, however, that the way the other kings wish to make alliances with me is not the way I wish to align with them." She paused." Why do you put so much stock in what I do with my kingdom? Surely human monarchy can't be of that much interest to you." She asked curiously. "And you never told me what your favor is." She brushed her fingers over the necklace as he mentioned it. "Supposedly it's a gift my father had made for me. It's too beautiful not to wear, no matter who it's from and no matter the meaning." Amora almost palmed her face from her 'would be suitor's moronic statement. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She felt a wave of warmth as the dragon moved her closer to his chest, and she could hear the thrum of his giant heart pulsing through her body. She pushed at his paw, but it didn't budge, so she climbed over, scaling his claws like a ladder. But she didn't get any closer to her former love. She stayed right in front of the dragon." Arrow, don't be a fucking idiot. I had you track and tranquilize this dragon. What in all the green earth did you think I wanted it for? A garden party?!" She put her hands up. "Stand down, Arrow. You're going to get yourself killed. I have everything handled." Amora chewed her lip in thought. Killing him was not even an idea in her head, but stopping him certainly was. She had really been set on marrying Arrow. He was kind, and handsome, and not smart enough to interfere with her plans. She knew he wouldn't get power hungry, he just wasn't intellectually capable of it." Well, I suppose you could kill him, but despite my actions so far, I'm not a fan of violence. I could rough myself up a bit, take his horse and ride to the castle. Claim he attempted to kidnap me, maybe cry in front of the guards? He's going to sound stark raving mad when he tells them I'm conspiring with dragons." She sat on his hand, smirking a bit. Amora yawned. "But if you would be simpler if you ate him. He's crossed me, and I'm not a big fan of disloyalty. Then I can go to bed and get some rest." She pondered, the words were mostly sarcasm. As much as her idiotic ex-beau had irritated her tonight, she didn't want to see him deeply fried." No, I don't want any more blood on my hands. If I leave now, I can beat him back to the castle, and with the secret entrance to my chambers, no one will think I have been out of my room. I'll have him thrown in the dungeon." Amora shook her head and stammered "N-no. I don't want-no!" She protested, but as MESRST explained, she steeled herself. He had a point. Arrow was a paladin, head of the paladins. He was loved by the city. He kept them safe. Having him by her side would gain favor, and assurance. It was a smart move. Bur Amora didn't want Arrow. She had wanted him, for a while now, and her mind had been made up. But then she got the mark, and then she met the red haired Lord. She was overwhelmed. All these things had happened faster than she expected." Fine." She spit, arms crossed. "If he will be bound to my will, then so be it. We will wed. For the kingdom." She gestured for Arrow to stand up. She turned to MESRST. "Is there anything else you need, or may I be going?" Amora glared at him as she stared at her chest. She fixed her robe, then turned towards her horse. "My father let his friends rape me. Lord Vernon paid to deflower me. Dragon fire was too quick a death for either of them. This was the only way to gain my freedom." She said over her shoulder. She swung her long legs up onto the horse, giving him a whole show of her hips and ass. She ignored his looks, and even his attempts at answering her. Furthermore, she rode towards the castle, into the night. The next day, Amora wore her hair up, and her most professional gown. It was green silk and hugged her curves. She wore her crown, and her necklace, and she was meeting with dignitaries from other kingdoms. She sat vat the head of the table, but Arrow hung back with the guards. Mostly she sat while they snickered amongst their selves. Finally, Amora stood. "I'm here today to rebuild ties my father may have cut. To strengthen ties he made. And to make new ties, ones we didn't have before. My kingdom is going to be the strongest It's ever been. It will be one you want on your side." Yra, king of the neighboring realm of Rayon stood and sneered. "Why should we take your side when a man won't even take your side to be king?"" Actually, Arrow-my head paladin-will be taking my side. And the crown." Amora said. The crowded oohed and ached. Everyone eyed Arrow and say what Amora once saw. He was young and handsome and strong and strapping. Soon papers passed around, and treaties and trade routes were signed. The damn dragon was right. But all Amora could think about was dusk, and the library. She went there straight after the meeting. She was early, but the library was empty. Furthermore, she settles into the plush chair with a book. One on philosophy. And then she waited. Nestled in a nook of the library, out of sight-even though at this time of night, the library was empty, Amora felt most at home. No guards, no Arrow, no pressure from the kingdom. Just a large ottoman, a ton of pillows, and a crackling lamp. As the hour altered, the room grew dim. Peaceful." Ah, yes." The reason she had summoned him... well it was purely a social call. She wanted to get to know him more, to learn why she was so drawn to him. But instead of saying that, she stammered for a reason." You were an advisor to my father, correct? A strategist? I could use as much help as I can get learning the ins and outs of this continent, and how my kingdom will affect it, and vice versa. I want Avondale to grow, and prosper, and for once I want to share that wealth with the people. Furthermore, I want us to be a fierce ally, and an even fiercer adversary." She put her book down, and leaned forward to catch a glimpse of his green eyes. She had craved them since last seeing them. The queen nodded. "I need you- I mean, I need your help. Making Allies." She cleared her throat, but Lord Franks wasn't about to let her slip up go. He leaned forward, and asked her about her true intentions. He was so close now, and she could smell his clean masculine scent, and it made her ache. Furthermore, he smelled so good, it was almost over powering. She wanted to bury her face in his hair as Zamora attempted to lie, but with his green eyes pouring into hers she found herself answering his question with the truth. "I'm drawn to you. I find myself wanting you like I have wanted no other man." She blushed, looking away and breaking the spell. "I apologize for being so forward. I cannot stop thinking about you since we met." "My relationship with Arrow is arranged. It is what is best with the kingdom. He is liked. He is trusted. Furthermore, he is... A good man." She said, displeased at how the words tasted in her mouth. She was also displeased with Lord Franks reaction. Furthermore, she had confessed her attraction to him and he practically rebuffed it. Not that she could fully place the blame on him. He knew she was to wed another." This is silly. I'm sorry for wasting your time. I hope you will still consider being my advisor." She said plainly, settling back in the chair, and shifting her weight away from him. She felt foolish, like a school girl with a crush on her teacher. Amora narrowed her eyes at his sudden change in demeanor, but did as told. "Regard, I am fine. I do not need your assistance. I just wish to be alone." She moved away from the door, stalking back to her corner and her cushions. "You'll address me as queen, or Amora. Not woman." She said, sitting straight, and eyeing him. She crossed her legs, suddenly not fond of how he looked at her. Furthermore, she remembered him putting the necklace on. He looked at her in reverence. This was very different. Animalistic. Hungry." What do you want of me?" "I already told you how I feel about you. I will not repeat it." She refused to meet his eyes. Last time she had looked into them, she had been unable to refute her feelings, and she spilled the truth like a guilty child. But the truth was she wanted him. Badly. She tried to fight it, he acted so pompous, so insufferable. But whenever she thought of him her skin grew hot, her mouth wet and her heart needy. And now she was trapped in here with him. Amora felt flushed, from her cheeks to her toes. She sat for a while, collecting herself. Breathing. He... Felt the same way. Yet he knew about her passed, and didn't think any less of her. Didn't think of her as unclean, defiled, ruined. Not how her father made her feel. Even Arrow looked at her different now that he knew. Of course, he would know. He was an advisor to her father. So why didn't he stop it? Deep red blush found its way to her cheeks again, but she fought it down. What would he have done? Spoke out against the beloved king? No. That would have been foolish. He had offered to take care of her needs. Be her advisor, and her consort. It was an offer she knew she couldn't refuse, no matter if she wanted to or not. She needed release. She was ready to finally give herself to someone. That realization made her heart beat faster. Her father had kept her virginity intact to sell, to use as a wager. A dowry. And now she was going to give it away, of her own free will, because she wanted to. She had never thought it's possible, to be with a man of her choosing and not her father's. And she found it exhilarating. She gathered her book and headed to her chambers for the night, nodding to Regard and thanking him for his concern. Princess Amora looked at her reflection. All the hand maids gushed about her gown and her hair and how beautiful she looked, but Amora felt empty. Sure, she had Lord Franks to look forward to, and the promise to control her. To want her. But this decision to marry Arrow wasn't hers. Again she had her choice taken from her. She shook off the thoughts. At least she no longer had her father looming over her. At least she was no longer for sale to the richest ruler. And at least for once in her life she felt something for someone. Even if he was not the one she was wedding today. With her hair pinned up, and her necklace donned, she had a maid bring her crown and gently position it on her head. She looked in the mirror again, hardly recognizing herself. She saw only her mother, sad eyes and white locks, looking so beautiful and so trapped. Like a dove in a cage. The bells tolled again, and her maidens excitedly grabbed her arms, chattering that it was time. Amora nodded, following them from her quarters to the courtyard. It was time. Arrow waited for her at the altar, looking as dashing as she'd ever seen him. The handmaidens moaned whispers of "so handsome!" And "what a dream!" Amora agreed. He was pleasing to look at, blue eyes and dark brown hair. Freckles splattered his nose just faintly. And he beamed at her, taking in a sharp inhale of breath. The crowd followed suit as they saw their queen. Amora smiled at them. Then at Arrow. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. She took his hands, and they exchanged words. Amora stepped back, grabbing his crown and placing it on him. Then he leaned in, and his mouth was on hers. Her eyes widened in shock, and she resisted at first, but she knew what the people needed to see. She softened into the kiss, and fluttered her eyes shut. Arrow was her husband, and her king. Amora smiled and waved and gushed and chatted, but mostly she ground her teeth. She was seething at Arrow, and the first second she got him alone was as they took the dance floor. She smiled and followed his movements, hands in his, and waited till other people joined in and eyes were off her." What the FUCK Arrow?! Did you not think to consult me before making such a decision? Lord Franks was a very good advisor to my father, and he will be a good choice for the kingdom. Did you think maybe appointing your father might piss him off? I need him to make our kingdom more powerful, and I need YOU to be forthcoming. I was raised to be royalty. You were not. You were a commoner like all them before today. Furthermore, you will not make any more decisions without me. I have the royal blood. I can find a new king." She whisked away to dance with another, and another, till she found herself in the arms of Lord Franks." Oh." She gasped, "Greetings my Lord." The feeling started in her back, her tattoo growing warm and electric like a shock. Then she felt her nipples grown hard and strain against her dress. The fabric was course, and feeling the texture against her aching sensitive buds was pain and pleasure like she had never felt. And then it started in her groin, and she almost had to stop dancing. She wanted to cross her legs ANF stifled the feeling, or find the sensation with her hand and bring it to a peak, but before long it was growing and aching all on its own, ready fir release. Arrow took her hands as she was panting. Luckily. It was easily dismissed as exertion from the dancing." Don't dance too vigorously, my love. Save some energy for tonight." He purred in her ear. She was about to tell him no, that they were forbidden to touch each other, but Amora's eyes locked on Lord Franks, and she was coming. Amora had never experienced an ogam before. It was a whole new, wonderful type if pleasure that washed over her, and she moaned aloud. Arrow grinned, thinking her needy sound was for him. He whisked Amora around as she clamped onto his shoulder, riding out the waves of her orgasm, and she didn't notice he was leading her towards a guest room offset from the ballroom. As soon as the door was closed, and he made sure the room was empty, his mouth was on hers. She fought for a minute, but she was so hot with need and exhausted from her first orgasm that she collapsed against the bed. His mouth was on her neck, his hands working her dress down so he could get to her breasts." Amora I need you. I want you- and everything we've been through, I still love you." He moaned, biting her ear. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock against her thigh."Arrow-the dragon said-" she panted as he groped her all over. All she could think of was Lord Franks. How she wanted him to do this to her, not Arrow. But... A wife should consulate her marriage to her husband, right? Perhaps she could give him this one time. She owed him that much for agreeing to be king, didn't she? She could just think about Lord Franks through it, and then she'd tell Arrow she wanted her own room, and they'd never sleep together again. Besides, her first time wouldn't be enjoyable. All the handmaids told her it would hurt. That she would bleed. The thought of Lord Franks turning away from her and leaving in disgust after seeing her blood made her sheepish and red in the cheeks. Arrow was pulling off her dress, and lavishing her with his mouth. On her breasts, her stomach, her inner thigh. Amora steeled herself. God, she was so hot and wet from her mysterious orgasm, she couldn't think straight. Amora founder herself almost immediately coming as Lord Franks stared at her. The guards took Arrow from the room, and left Amora with the lord, moaning and writhing on the bed as another orgasm rushed through her. She grabbed fistfuls of the blanket, and panted out his name." Sir Edward-Ah! Ah!" her eyes clamped shut. They were alone, and his eyes burned into her, and she felt hot shame and need. She ran from the room, pushing past him. "Meet. Me. Tonight." she commanded, begged, then rushed to her room. As soon as she made it into her chambers, she shelled off her dress. She pulled down her hair, and she climbed into her pool. She let the cold water wash over her hot aching body. Amora washed herself, which was a feat in itself. Her hand wanted to roam lower, or linger on her breasts. She just wanted to get into a silk robe and into bed. She had enough earth quaking orgasms. She laid in her large four-poster bed in the black and hand woven lace robe. It contrasted nicely with her white hair and pale skin. She felt beat from the entire day, yet awake. Wanting. Hot. She sat up. What was taking him so long? She was ready! Was she ready? She bit her lip. Suddenly she wasn't so sure. Would it hurt? Couldn't be worst that the burning empty ache she felt. The thought of Lord Franks taking her was overwhelming. She wanted him unlike she had wanted any man. Amora was shaking, buzzing with need. "Tell me you need me like I need you. Tell me you want me. Feel bonded to me. Tell me your mine, and I'll be yours." She crawled across the bed towards him, robe falling open to reveal her breasts. Her body was slight, with curves in the right places. Between her legs was downy white hair, and in the lamp light of the room, she was practically glowing. Her eyes met the deep green of Lord Franks, and she took a leap of faith. "I submit." She moaned when he told her she was his. Her whole body seemed to buzz. The hot kiss was almost enough to send her over the edge, and she was whimpering with need. She pressed her lips to his hard, flicking her tongue to meet his in slow languid thrusts between hard wanting kisses. She broke away only to tear off his shirt. Pulling the belt from his pants, she pulled them down, and he kicked them off, and suddenly he was pulling her breasts to his mouth. It felt like the second his mouth found her nipple she was coming. It rocked through her, and she had to grab onto him to keep from falling over. She trembled, riding out the waves of her release. She laid flat on the bed, pulling him closer to he still stood on the floor. Furthermore, she EAN her fingers along his hips, pulling him close so she could kiss his stomach, his thighs, and then his cock. From this position his manhood was exactly level with her face, ABD she could worship it with her eyes." May I... Please?" She asked, her mouth just inches from his cock. Her hot breath hit his head with every word, and she flicked her tongue out to link away a drop of precut. It tasted Spica and musky and amazing, and she looked at him, eyes begging to suck his cock. Amora almost didn't noticed the blankets wrapped around her. Magic? Didn't matter. It pulled her closer to his cock, and her senses were engulfed by him. By his soft hair that her nose was pressed into. The undeniably sexy, manly smell. Everything about him was addicting. His taste, his scent, his touch. She wanted more, more, more! The strange lavishing in her cunt sped up again as he started a slow thrust into her mouth. She lapped at the bottom of his shaft, wriggling her tongue to stroke him as he fucked her mouth. She moaned around his cock, pure bliss making her mind foggy. Furthermore, she sucked and licked, sloppily worshiping his cock, taking as much as he would give her. Furthermore, she was so wet, so ready, but his thrusts into her mouth felt so good it was like he was fucking her maidenhood instead. Furthermore, she didn't know what would feet better-him in her mouth or her cunt. She moaned again, already close to coming. It was so hot, and as he said. She wasn't a princess. Wasn't a queen, wasn't a royal. She was just his. Completely and utterly his. The magic he worked on her seemed to push every boundary she had. She was constrained, tortured by pleasure and just she had never even dared to imagine. It felt too good-too good! Soon she was coning again, body on edge and needing more even as she came. Amora cried out in a shrill gasp that echoed through his cock, and as she did, he erupted, grunting and gasping as he pumped his seed into her wanting mouth. She couldn't stop drinking it. She wanted all of him, she was hungry for his seed. It was warm and filling, and she almost came again just from how satisfying it was to feel his come flowing into her mouth. She moaned her since of loss as he pulled out of her mouth, but as if sensing her disappointment he started using his magic to work her furiously. "M-more!" She gasped out, feeling empty and needy. "More, my lord. Please!" Amora wanted to lay there and let the magic lavish her. It was on her neck now, and her breasts, and it felt so good she wanted to sink into it, let it pleasure her endlessly. But the Lord demanded she remove his clothes and coax him to her bed. Was it not enough that she submitted to him? Was it not enough that she was willing? He wanted her to beg for it? Work for it? She was too far gone to care. To overwhelmed with need. She crawled across the bed towards him, the swung her legs over so she was sitting on the edge, straddling where he stood on the floor. His clothed cock was lined up with her wet cunt, and she bristled with excitement at the thought. She pulled off his belt, and lowered his pants. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as she let it drop to the floor. Furthermore, she lavished his shoulders with kisses and nibbles, and when he was bare, she ran her hands up his chest and pulled him so he was kissing her. She sucked his lip and twirled her tongue in his mouth, kissing him with feverish intensity. His cock was so close to her slick heat and the magic fingers and tongues were working her double time. "Need... You..." She said between kisses. "Only... You..." Amora cried out, feeling pain and pleasure merge into one. Both were overwhelming, and the sensation seemed to threaten to blacken her consciousness. She was falling, losing her mind and she thought she would faint. And the started to chant. She felt power flow through her, amplifying the pleasure to a point of unbearable magnitudes. Her cries droned on and on, as did her orgasm. And the saw it." M-mesreth?" She stammered, shocked. She tried to fight, to crawl away out of fear, but she seemed locked on, glued to his cock. Both physically and mentally. Her resistance faded fast. She needed him, all of him, needed to be his, but she was slowly realizing that this was some illusion, some fraud that made her lust for him. She was hot and cold and pain and pleasure, ecstasy and terror echoing through her body all the way to her bones. And then he started to move his cock, locking his lips to hers as he pumped in and out, and she was lost. She was lost to bliss, and she couldn't be bother to care what or who was bringing her such blinding euphoria. Man, woman, dragon or dog. She wanted to say something, but focusing on breathing was hard enough. She tried to pant out a response, but in the waves and waves of bliss she was blinded by, she could only manage a weak nod. Arrow may have been her husband by law, but not in her heart. In her heart was only this man, this best, that lay beside her. She tried to move again, but she collapsed against the sheets. Losing the will to fight against her leaden body, she closed her eyes, and drifted into sleep.

Into His Claws- 1x1|rating:3.0

The Clinic (sweets and Fareyes)

Her date in court came and passed, her lawyer was a hack but what would you expect when he is appointed to you and is 10 minutes late for the trial. The judge was known for being hard line and your case was right up his ally, he was making a carrier for being hard ass so it was almost no surprise when he ruled the full extent of the punishment with no leniency or parole whatsoever "I hope you learn from this miss" he looked down at you You had spent a few days in the holding cells of the court listening to the cat calls and suggestions, promises and threats of the more experienced inmates passing through the system what would happen to your sweat virgin ass once you got to jail in a real cell. The little beacon of light, a slim ray of sunlight came the very last day. She was a small dark haired, dark eyed and looked very much like a strict school teacher who had always disapproved of you. Her no nonsense strict and well-kept exterior refined and respectable look was underlined by a cold personality that showed in the way her makeup was put on, exact defined "Miss I am about to offer you a chance not to go to jail, the judge has you put away for 14 months no probation in a . " She pursed her lips ". A jail with shall we say hard history. A young. Sweat girl like your self will be quiet . Well shall we say of interest?" she paused letting the meaning sink in." Here read this over, I will be back tomorrow until then think about it" she gave the set of papers to the guard who briefly glanced over them and handed them in to the cell through the slit in the door. The papers were a contract of agreement, giving over medical rights, waving a number of lawful rights and giving over custody of legal decisions to S.B.R.I. and a number of glossy pamphlets that explained that the company was leading in the field of medical recherche and technology's working together with many governments but didn't really go into to many specifics. With that she smiled, and turned to leave Angelica had not expected jail time, though when her lawyer turned out to be an idiot she expected a little bit of a harsher slap on the wrist. She had called a few friends, made sure her cat would have taken care of and waited in her cell for the day she was shipped off to jail. It was the waiting that was the hardest part, knowing what would probably happen. The woman who she met that last day was the exact opposite of Angelica. Angelica was tall and slender with long soft strawberry blonde hair and large blue-green eyes. She was the type of person that seemed to get along well with everyone and was a rather sweet girl. She had listened to what the woman had to say, when she Baird the promise of being back tomorrow she paled. First thing in the morning she was being shipped out." No wait please." she skimmed the papers quickly and signed the dotted line with the provided pen. "Here I have already decided, I would like to work with your company." The petite strict female looked over the papers and nodded, with that Angelica was told to back up to the cell door and like any other prisoner she was cuffed and lead out to the back. A black wan with math black plated glass was backed up to it. Inside it had a padded floor and padded walls. Angelica was helped inside, and the doors were shut, the inside was dark no light came on, and no light came in.Through a speaker the strict petite woman's voice came "The location is secret, don't be afraid we will be traveling for a bit." there was no microphone on Angelica side so the voice didn't wait for an answer "You shall be fed in 1h and given water as well, sleep if you can birl you will need the rest" and with a crackle the back of the wan was still, dark and almost soundless except for a slight hum and occasional vibration of the driving wan. Angelica laid down in the back of the van after the woman told her to try to sleep. She had not slept well since she had been put in her holding cell. She was rather tired because of that so it was easy for her to drift off to sleep. Furthermore, she lay there on the padded floor snoring quietly as the van moved along taking her to where ever the hell it was they were going. At least she was not going to jail. This place had to be better than a jail term, right? The wan wasn't moving anymore when the small hand of the strict looking woman stroked some hair out of Angelica face and shook her awake. "Wake up honey, you need to eat something" there was a paper bag with a McDonald symbol on it and a small 1/4liter bottle of water, but her hands remained bound. After she was awake the woman spoke again "I am Dr Margaret Price, I will be one of the doctors and scientists working with you" She helped Angelica scoot up against a wall so she had something against her back before opening the water and giving her some to drink. Then she unpacked the burger folding back the paper with the kind of precision that almost looked artistic before putting it Angelica lips so she could have a bite. "I can't undo your cuffs firm policy" she explained as the tall muscular driver and attended stood just to the side of the door but far enough away not to be in the private space of low conversation. Angelica seemed to be a bit groggy when she was gently shaken awake. She gave a small odd she was rather hungry food did sound good right now. She smiled in thanks and sipped the water. It was cool and refreshing, very nice on her dry throat." Angelica, thank you for getting me out of there Dr. Price." She blushed softly and looked at the offered food. "I am sorry, I do not eat fast food. It is bad for you." She took a small bite of the bun though nodding when the Doctor said she could not be uncuffed. "That is understandable, will I be uncuffed when we ghetto the institute though?" Dr Prices eyes turned hard, and her voice got a sudden edge “You will eat what you are given, you shall be released when you earn it. Understand bitch?” she grabbed the front of Angelica's prison suit and yanked her forward so she would lose her balance, dropped the burger witch fell apart on the floor of the wan and Angelica got her face pushed into the mess of ketchup and slightly cold cheese and soggy bread.“Am I getting trough to you Miss Angelica, or should I be clearer?” she had a good handful of the hair on the side of Angelica scalp the part that really hurt when it was pulled. She held her down for a while and then pulled her to the side, and let her roll to the side. “Now lets tray again, would you like to have a bite before we continue our trip?” the front of Angelica's overall was torn as well as the white draw she had under it hawing most of her breasts uncovered. Dr Prices didn’t seem to care Angelica gave a small yelp when she was pulled down on to the van floor. She seemed to be shocked over the sudden rough treatment she received. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her face was pushed into the mess that had been her hamburger. She winced feeling the woman grab her hair even if she had not pulled it yet. She gave a small odd when asked if the woman was getting through. Once she was rolled over Angelica lay there tears in her eyes a mess all over the side of her face. "No, thank you Dr. Price. I am not hungry anymore." She whispered her eyes locked on the woman. “Was well, but we will miss diner in the institute, so you will have to wait for breakfast” she let go and stood up wiping her hands on the back of Angelica's torn uniform before standing up and picking up the bottled water. Offering it again to her, once again nice “Now another drink and then off we go” with that she doors were closed and the wan was off again until it stopped again a good while later, enough anyway for the hamburger grease and tomato to dry. The institute was not a high building, it had a simple cubical design and very standard looking office block windows. It was all but totally empty now, they went around the back Angelica was lead to the freight elevator and then down. The doors slid open and a typical white wall tile floor hospital type room awaited. On the other side of the room sat a tall Amazon like statuesque black woman with long dark hair and large round breasts in a small nurse uniform “Oh welcome Dr Price, have you finally found the test subject you have been looking for?” she slid over some papers and Dr Prices signed the papers and promptly left Angelica in the care of the almost 2m tall large breasted Amazon, her physic was not quiet muscular but very fit and it showed. She did the last of the paperwork ignoring Angelica, then slid it into the file cabinet to her left. From this room there were only 2 other doors, one was a simple standard wood door with ‘Staff room’ printed on it, the other was a steel security door with 3 signs to the left of it. “Laboratory A, Laboratory B, holding cells” finally the tall nurse looked up, taking in Angelica “Why your filthy” her voice was somehow oddly deep but in a smooth sexy way. Angelica did not sleep again for the rest of the ride. The sudden cold treatment had left her a bit dazed. She simply did not eat fast food, never had since her parents were health nuts. It made her feel ill if she ate it. Maybe she should have put more thought into this. It was too late to turn back now though. Sighing she closed her eyes trying to relax a bit at least. The building looked normal enough. So did the sign in room. She watched the Doctor fill out some papers then give them to the nurse. She looked at the floor so she would not stare, she had not seen a woman so tall and well-endowed before. Furthermore, she looked up seeming a bit startled when the nurse finally spoke to her. "... Sorry." She said quietly looking back to the floor. The tall black nurse wore the classic white nurse outfit with a little red cross pin and a nurse that it contrasted well with her skin and dark hair. She smiled and stood up touching a long finger nailed hand to Angelica's face she picked off a little chunk of hamburger and frowned slightly. “Hmm my you are a mess, well the Doctor wants you put in your room but . “ She considered the scared looking girl.“Tell you what Hun, its boring here you and me are all alone, and we can here anybody coming almost 5 min before they get here. How about I make you a deal” she picked some more of the mushy greasy bread and ketchup mix out of Angelica hair before continuing “I will let you take a nice hot shower, and maybe even get you something you actually want to eat before sticking you in your cell and in return. “ She smiled “You do something entertaining for me with those nice lips of yours” she traced a finger of her other hand over Angelica mouth.”Or I could do as the Doctor ordered and just stick you in your cell smelling like a McDonald's dumpster for the rest of the night and most of the morning. But you really do want me as your friend, my twin sis and I are the only nurses down here” anticipating the question she answered “No she works tomorrow” Angelica remained silent for a minute. In exchange for a shower, food, and a friend she would have to be willing to do something for this woman. She gave a small odd and forced a smile. "I would like a shower please." She said softly her eyes a bit nervous. She figured she would regret it later seeing as how she did not really think about women that way. But the smell of the areas was starting to make her feel ill. She returned the smile “Oh I am Veronica” she then picked up the cuff key and stepped behind the girl “Now behave, I could easily overpower you” she assured her and meant it. With that she undid the cuffs and then the chain around her waist and finally the ankle cuffs as well.“Well you might as well get out of that unflattering overall, I can throw it away right now you will not be needing it” she picked up a key and took Angelica by her arm squeezing just a little as she leads her, keeping her in front all the while behind the steel door there was a long hall smelling of industrial cleaning agents and disinfectant, a typical hospital smell. A door to the left lead into a tiled room with crouch toilets and a showering area. It was all simple white and shiny chrome, the addition to any normal Spartan shower were the places for anchors and occasional O rings on the walls floor and ceiling. Veronica let go of her new charge “You strip out of the rest and get started, and I will fetch some soap and see what I can find for clothing for later” she closed the door behind her, and after a little while she was back with a pair of simple flip-flops in pink, a little white hospital gown made from simple light pink fabric she would be given no underwire of any kind. Veronica stayed to watch leaning against the wall with a slight smile. “There is plenty of warm water you should wash well” the soap was a simple hospital kind it didn’t really smell like anything except the smell of the disinfectant. Angelica washed quickly scrubbing off any of the remains of the greasy mess that had clung to her skin and hair. She dried off and took the hospital gown pulling it on over her head. "Thanks for letting me wash off Veronica." She said quietly her eyes on the floor. She gave the tall nurse a small smile not really knowing what to say. Furthermore, she was a bit worried about what went on here. "So....how many people work here?" She ran her fingers through her hair she was blushing madly her eyes on the ground. Veronica was slightly leaned against the wall her long statuesque form pushing up against the cold tiles with her large breasts clearly showing their nipples through her uniform. She was slowly running a hand up and down the front of her skirt “Its just me, and the lab experiments and test subjects that would be just you.” She smiled her brilliant white teeth in clear contrast to the dark red of her lipstick and her dark coffee colored skin“Now then come along little girl, I think you promised to amuse me a bit with those nice lips of yours didn’t you” she laughed a deep rich laugh, taking Angelica by the hand she leads her to the door. There were two small flip-flops they're the kind you almost had to be on your tip toes since they weren’t big enough for her. But it was that or the cold floor. She was lead back to the relatively warm restroom, it had a love seat and a few gofers. A small kitchen area and a fridge, a coffee pot was constantly brewing coffee. Perhaps the most pleasant thing besides the surprisingly thick carpet was the warmth of the room. It lacked the cool temperature of the halls. Veronica gave her a firm push to the love seat and went to the fridge coming back with a plastic container holding a peach or two some grapes a banana. She had a small knife as well, she sat patted the large love seat “It's warm in here I turned up the heat why don’t you slip out of that” Angelica took off the flip-flops when she noticed they were too small. She would rather walk on the cold floor then have to try to walk in the shoes that didn't fit and rub her feet wrong. Furthermore, she looked around the small long guessing she would not see it much if she had a room and tests to go through. Her thoughts were broken by the shove, and she moved sitting on the love seat. She blushed deeply then took off her hospital gown draping it over the side of the love seat. She closed her legs moving her arms in front of her chest. Furthermore, she spent some time feeding Angelica not allowing the girl to usher own hands but instead to eat from her hands as she pealed the juicy fruit. After she was done, she stood turned and set down everything. With her hands free the tall statuesque black woman reached under her skirt and undid something. She pulled out a something that looked like a panty with a tight cup that would hold a member between legs tightly. When Angelica looked up she was faced by a wholly different looking Veronica, the nurse skirt was upheld in position by her massive black cock. It was long, thick and smooth absolutely hairless and even more oddly she, or he? Had no balls just the smote shaft of her cock that ended between her legs. She smiled “I was the doctors last project” she told her with a smile and approached She wove fingers into the smaller girls hair and as she went to sit, Angelica found her self being pulled out of her seat and to the floor. “Oh I do hope you're good at sucking cock girl” she told her as she was maneuvered into place between Veronica's legs. Only then did she let her hair go resting one of her legs on the smaller girls shoulders she kept her down and with the knee bent, so her thigh held Angelica's back Veronica reached down and stroked her self calmly and slowly making small noises of delight “Oh I was so cramped being bound like that while you showered” she smiled and her cock was now even thicker and longer it was a true monster. No doubt the biggest thing Angelica had ever seen outside a zoo maybe Angelica seemed Mohave been frozen by the sight before her. She didn't move until Veronica puled her to the floor, even then that her being moved not really moving on her own. Even then on the floor trapped by the stronger woman's leg she simply sat there wide-eyed. That was the kind of thing they did her...him? Make a man a woman, or give a woman a cock? There was no way she wanted that to happen to her. Angelica wanted to say no, to tell the nurse to have the Doctors send her back to jail. All she could manage though was to go slack jawed and let out a small squeak. The lovely looking nurse let out a soft laugh and stroked her self a little as she spoke "Oh don't worry honey, I am not allowed to use any of your fun places. But you can use your lips" with that she pulled Angelica closer maneuvering her so she had access to the large cocks tip"I like it when I am sucked nice and deeply" she told her and with a wiggle of her hip made the long warm member brush the girls cheek. Veronica ships and ass were all very feminine her whole form was that there was no hint of her being male in any way except. Well except the huge cock in Angelica s face Angelica remembered her promise all Powell. Even still she sat there frozen for a long minute. After talking a long deep breath she closed her eyes and leaned in taking the cock into her mouth. Focusing on hr breathing she leaned in slowly, she soon had all she could get of the other won's cock into her mouth. Anymore and she would choke, so with what she AHD in her mouth she stared to suck and lick the woman's thick shaft. The tall beautiful black nurse let out a pleased little sound and shifted her hips in a wave like motion her leg pressed Angelica forward slightly holding her in place so she could not extract the large thick member from her mouth "No biting now I get very angry with bitters" she murmured between little gasps of pleasure, oh, but it was long since the last time a party little thing had blown her. Her other leg moved, wrapping its self around Angelica other shoulder pulling her closer into a firm embrace of her strong shapely thighs soft smooth chocolate skin against her face and a large pulling cock in mouth Angelica was trapped. Firmly held soil diffident take Veronica long to come the first time, the second one took a little longer but produced surprisingly more cum. Soon Angelica was getting another kind of meal entirely as Veronica left her no other option but to swallow copious amounts of cum Angelica sat there trapped between the woman's legs. She whimpered aging softly around the woman's cock. She whined and tried to pull away when the other leg wrapped around her. Furthermore, she was starting to get a bit light-headed. Furthermore, she closed her eyes trying to keep tears from coming, she just had to get through this. Angelica gag chocking when veronica came in her mouth, she managed to swallow though. The second time was different, cum came out of her nose as she chocked and gagged trying to pull back. There were a number of other orgasms until finally the statuesque black goddess let her out of her hold and pulled a now not duet as hard cock out of her mouth with a pleased little murmur. "I see we will be very good friends, and a little patient like you needs friends" she smiled down and laughed a feminine high pleasant giggled at the mess she had made of her new friend"Oh poor girl" she took a paper napkin and careful wiped at her face, once she had gotten most of it she stood took her odd restraining leather panties and put them back on with a groan. "So snug" she made a little grimace"Now it's time for you to be in bed, tomorrow you will meet the doctors wow ill be working on you" she smiled presently Angelica gasped when she was finally allowed to pull away. She gagged chocking as she wrapped her arms around herself. She nodded hardly listening as the woman cleaned her. Furthermore, she was trying to ignore her as she dressed herself." Okay I am ready to get to my room now." She whispered following the nurse. She was guided to the hall, ware she was reminded to slip into her little slippers again and then guided down to the end of the hall. The door was padded and thick with a small window that could be closed from the outside. The room itself was padded in a white sturdy sort of material not plastic but not leather either. It seemed something in between. It was perfectly empty no windows no furniture nothing whatsoever. Veronica had her slip out of the sues and removed the robe from her that she had been clothed in again and leaned in to give her a little kiss "Good night honey" with that she closed the door. It closed with a heavy solid sound and locked with an electric pop. The surface ware the door had been looked almost identical to the other walls. A moment later the lights went out, they were set in all four corners of the room into the wall and padding so they were not accessible. When they were turned off the room went truly and totally dark and silent. Angelica walked down the halls her eyes soft and sad. She just wanted to go home. She watched the woman go and sighed softly looking around the room. Furthermore, she went to a corner and sat down wrapping her arms around her legs. Furthermore, she jump when the lights went out tears rolling down her cheeks. The very least these people could have done was give her a bed and blanket. She woke early the next morning, she was not sure if it was morning though. She lay there in the dark her eyes on the door. Furthermore, she sat some time in the dark, alone in the silence. The room was warm enough that she would not have been cold. After a while the lights came slowly on going from dim to the white shadowless illumination. The the door opened and the tall perfect figure of the nurse stood there, she smiled slightly as she came in. She didn't close the door, instead came over and sat down next to Angelica then wordlessly she hugged her close. She just held her like that for a while before speaking." The doctors will be here in a bit, remember just be obedient, and it will not hurt that much. Your first day will probably be the worst, there will be a lot of tests, stress tests to and body measurements' tolerance tests" he rubbed her gently as she spoke "But I promise, after they are done I will give you a nice warm bath" she smiled encouragingly. Then after a little bit more "Come on we have to get you all clean and ready for the Doctors to work" she stood and guided Angelica to her feet. "You know ware the bathroom is, I will trust you and let you do that alone. If you betray it will only make things harder for you" she told her in a firm voice. "I will be waiting outside in the showers areas for you" she gave her a gentle slap on the behind to get her moving. Angelica leaned into the hug slight, not that she really had a choice. She did know she would need friend to be sane while here. And if a freaky woman with man bits was all she could get so be it. "I'm scared." She whispered tears coming to her eyes. She nodded when he showers were mentioned and ran down to the showers. Furthermore, she bathed quickly wrapping herself in a towel that had been hanging in her stall. Furthermore, she left then her eyes locking on the nurse. "I'm done..." She wore a nurse outfit, although unlike the one before this was made purely of rubber and latex she also had long medical thin rubber gloves on. She was just pulling the second one up when Angelica came back out. "No not quiet, don't worry this will only be a bit strange" she assured her and motioned to the low stainless steel table." I washed it down with warm water so it's not all cold for you" she smiled and helped Angelica onto it. She also strapped the girls wrists and ankles to each corner of the table making small soothing sounds when she protested and just in general to calm her." Now you know what an enema is honey, its to get you nice and clean inside to. We only have to do these until the tests are done, and they don't start working on you. But believe me you want to be clean" she took the nozzle and with a finger slid it inside Angelica wiggling it about until it came to rest just right. Then she turned the tap and the warm soapy water began to slowly fill Angelica All the while she was stroked and looked after by her nurse, her bum was filled up until it felt like it would burst, and then it was let out tough another hose. The process was repeated four times until the water that was let out was as clean as what came in. Angelica climbed up onto the table closing her eyes as she was strapped down. 'Thank you,' She said quietly. The metal was cool, she would hate to have felt it without the warm water being sprayed on it first. The coolness was just cool enough to feel comfortable. She was scared that much was clear. But the soothing sounds that the nurse made was soothing, it calmed her down to have at least someone care about her. She lay her cheek on the cool metal nodding her head when she was told the tests' would mean no enemas. She whimpered when the nozzle was slid into her. Furthermore, she was not use to things being put there, and it was a little bit uncomfortable to be filled with the warm water again and again. Furthermore, she sniffed softly holding back tears when the machine finally stopped. "Is it done?" She asked quietly. Her nurse slid pout the nozzle and patted her behind smiling at her “Their all better now that your absolutely clean, the doctors like that” she helped her up and after getting her to stand took a large fluffy towel and rubbed her down until she was warm and a little pink from the rubbing.The was given her slippers and the flimsy little paper hospital gown “Now talk only when they ask you something, you don’t want to be put down as a problematic subject” she explained as she leads her out and down the hall. Then she walked in front one of the office style white doors in the hall just up from the chamber ware Angelica had slept, she knocked and a moment later the familiar voice of Dr. Price when they entered she could see the room it looked like a normal gynecology room with a slightly old but very sturdy looking gynecology seat that had thick leather straps on the syrups and above the head an extension for the hands. She was guided to it and tied down firmly by the nurse In the room was another man, tall dark with a slight tan he was hansom in a rough way but seemed to pay Angelica little attention at all instead he asked “is the test subject ready?” his eyes just went over Angelica checking her over, but not as a human more as inventory taking stock of quality. He had beautiful deep blue eyes Angelica nodded softly, "Thank you." She whispered running her fingers through her hair. It felt nice to be died and warm now. She gave a small sweet smile to the nurse after she was dressed in her gown. Following the woman down the hall she nodded softly. Don't speak unless spoken to. She murdered to herself her eyes on the ground. When they saw the chair in the middle of the room she cringed. She was not going to like what happened here. She walked along with no fuss though moving and climbing into the chair where she was strapped down." Yes." She whispered her eyes on the man. If she had seen him on the street she probably would have found him to be very attractive. The nurse came to stand next to a small stainless steel push table pulling it into sight. It had several faintly recognizable medical instruments and some that weren't. They were all polished stainless steel and black rubber. Both doctors pulled on medical white latex gloves and then Dr. Price walked up next to her and pushed back Angelica's head to the padded little pillow "Open your mouth" she instructed and took a device that was a little like what dentists use to keep a patient from closing his mouth. Only that this had straps to hold it forcefully in place she fit it in and with a little leaver forced the patients mouth to stay open wide. The Professor took a little stool and took place between her legs, he used his fingers to rub some of the lube over her nether lips and worked two fingers in and out of her for a bit before sliding the long Spectrum inside her pussy. She then slowly he opened her up, once he was happy with the result he locked it in place and took another one. This time his finger slid inside Angelica tight little back door, and she was teased and toyed with, eventually a second and third finger was added then the second Spectrum was slowly inched into her and this one to was made to open. Then both doctors stood and went to a small room next door and were out of sight. Angelica was trying to not seem as afraid as she felt, all she could think about was what they had done to Veronica. She stared at the white walls concentrating on breathing slowly and steadily. She closed her eyes opening her mouth when she was told to. Furthermore, she found that as long as she did not wiggle her jaw around that it didn't hurt that badly. She gasped squirming slightly when the male doctor touched her sex. Furthermore, she blushed a deep red feeling his finger slide into her. It was embarrassing to have a man she did not even know touch her where she had never been touched before. She whined when he slid the spectrum into her squirming slightly on the table. She squirmed a bit more when he moved to her bottom. Furthermore, she looked around when the doctors left. Where on Earth were they going? Were they going to leave her like this? The nurse smiled at her and put a finger to her lips *sass* and then a little later the two doctors came back, the man was carrying a stainless steel dish with two rubber balls covered in knobs sort of like a chew toy for a dog. The dish was full of a sort of thick slime, and he rolled the ball around in it, so its knobs picked up plenty of it and then with the help of Speculums slid one inside Angelica pussy and one inside the depths of her ass. When the Speculums were slid free she could feel the knobs of the hard rubber thing inside her push into her tender flesh. The fluid on them felt warm and was slowly making her insides feel warmer and kind of tingly. A thin cable was coming out of her bum and pussy to a little plastic controller each had a slide style switch. When the doctor slid them up to one forth she could feel the balls vibrate inside of her the knobs wiggling around in both her holes. While the doctor was adjusting the vibration, the female doctor was putting sensor pads onto her body, sticking them to specific places. Angelica watched when the doctors came back her eyes showing her confusion. She looked to the balls covered in slime watching as the doctor vanished between her legs again. She bit down on the gag in her mouth when he slid them inside of her. She moaned suddenly gasping softly when the balls started to vibrate. Furthermore, she wiggled about closing her eyes when the pads were stuck to hers kind. Furthermore, she looked around her eyes wide. The pads were finally all in place, the sensors stuck to various places on her. The Pads lead up to a number of machines one showed her heart beat and another wiggly line, her breath and blood pressure were there as well as a number of other readings. The knobby rubber toys buzzed on in her depths while the doctors discuses silently between them selves and after a moment call over the nurse. She returns with a suction machine and a number of small cup, she set the machine up next to Angelica and soon each of her nipples had one of the small suction cups on them. They changed in intensity so it was almost a kind of suckling and a third was slipped over her small exposed clit. The man spoke then he had a strong deep voice "We shall test your pleasure curves a so later on we can read what you really take pleasure from and how much, we can also careful limit the stimulation for example to keep you from an orgasm but almost in reach of it for hours" he explained in a steady voice. "Now nurse Veronica will take some fluids and samples from you so we can test your DNA, she is very good with a needle so don't worry" he smiled and turned back to the machines. The Horse did as it was told and Angelica could enjoy the next few hours of the vibrating balls and suction cups undisturbed. Angelica was not afraid of shots or needles so when he bloods was taken she was calm. What was maddening was how the male doctor spoke to her. But the insanity came from not reaching an orgasm of the hours just like he had said. That left her whining and squiggling around on the table bucking her hips. The monsters were going wild by this point. She looked to where Veronica had gone her eyes pleading. She was left on her own to pant, wiggle and sweat all she wanted, but the equipment kept the vibrations of the toys at a constant point of being just below the needed point. After about 1h the machine paused for a long 10minuts and then started back up for another 1h control run.Finally, the Nurse and male doctor came back in she was carrying a stainless steel tray with a number of syringes and sat them down on the table next to the panting wiggling girl. The doctor picked up one of the syringes and poked her nether lips with it injecting her with the small syringe. He moved down the line injecting his patient with several in her nether lips and a few even around her tight little but. While this happens the Nurse pulls off the vacuum pumps and very slowly inserts a long needled spring through the girls nipple and injects each of her breasts with the growth serum final a large shot is left witch she gets into the vain. Once they are done, she is helped off the table and then carefully but firmly helped into a tight restraining jacket with a latex interior. This locked her hands behind her back but left her breasts accessible but covered in tight latex. She was helped into very tight thick latex panties once she was re-leaved of her toys. Next came a much more comfortable 3 point mouth gag with a plug that could be removed for access to her opened mouth. Once the nurse was done, Angelica was a tight warm helpless little bundle. She guided the girl back to her room and sat down in her sleeping corner with her, placing the girls head on her lap "It's ok don't be afraid, I promise once they are away in the afternoon I will come in and give you something to eat, and we can talk a little if you like. Ok Honey?" she stroked her hair a bit before leaving her in the room and after a moment the lights went out to Angelica lay there her eyes closed for a long while. Her face was red, her forehead sweaty. Her bangs stuck there to her pale shining skin. She was exhausted by the time the second hour was done. She stared at the doctor and nurse as the renters the room, maybe now that would let her cum. Furthermore, she stared at the tray filled with shots her eyes going wide. Furthermore, she squirmed slightly when the doctor lifted one and started for her sex. A number of shots later and her pussy, ass, and breasts were all sore. Finally she was back in her room with the nurse. She nodded softly when offered food and company. Then she was alone and waited. It was almost impossible to tell time in the softly padded small box of the room, it was cut off from the outside by all means possible even the air was kept a constant mild cozy warm by filtration systems. The dark and silence were made almost a solid thing There was a noise from the door and the lights slowly came on, the tall statues nurse came in smiled at the restrained and bound little form and went outside to come back in a moment later with a tray of food. She sat down near to her and set the tray on the other hand, then motioned for Angelica to wiggle closer and helped her get close only once she was snugly resting against the much taller female was her gag removed "Hello I am Alisha, I am Veronica's twin" she smiled and picked up the cup of water helping the patient drink and carefully only giving her small sips."I will feed you in a bit ok, and then we can talk and maybe something ells" she smiled, took out a checklist with a hard background and made a serious face "But first let's get this out of the way. She began reading off yes or no type questions, and others that required Angelica to rate things from 1-5 they included questions like if she had pain in different parts of her body, if she felt discomfort from being bound for a prolonged time, if she had any odd feelings or increased feeling in any part of her body. Angelica fell asleep in the dark trying to get some rest. When she woke up again she found herb rests to be rather sore, tender feeling. She rolled onto her side then slowly sat herself up when the door opened and the nurse came in. She drank the offered water thanking the woman with a small smile. Furthermore, she calmly responded to each of the questions. Being bound did not hurt, her jaw was a little sore though, her breasts hurt, her sex and bottom felt odd." Can I have something to eat now please?" She was a bit hesitant around Alisha, she did not know if this woman would be as nice as her sister. She took a napkin and wiped a bit of water from the side of the girls lips and then took the bowl of soft pulp food. It looked mostly like baby food a sort of pulpy mush "I know it doesn't look like much but right now your tummy is going to be a bit sensitive and weak" she explained and gave a small spoon full to the patient She made her eat it all, bit by bit encouraging her it had sort of a vague fruity taste like apple and biscuits sagged together in milk, maybe. Then she took out a little cup with tablets, there were a number of them a few small colorful ones two larger capsules and a big white one. "Now down with this ass well like a good girl" she told her with a smile"Now since you have been such a good girl, how about I undo that snug little package your in. And we go take a nice long shower and then maybe do something fun before I have to give you your shots for the night and your medicine. You need to be in bed early" she explained as she was putting away things Angelica at every bite of the mush. She was hungry, the day had been long. It had taken a lot out of her. She was more thirsty than hungry though as she sat there drinking down the water. Then she switched between taking a sip of water and a pill. She gave a small sweet smiled and nodded her head slowly, a shower would be nice." A shower would be nice. My breasts are sore, is there anything you can do about that?" She looked to the nurse wondering is she was like her sister. She made a soft noise and stroked a soft chocolate skinned hand over her patients’ face before slowly working lose the snugly tight leather belt at the top and then freeing the front part of the restraining west to reveal her breasts. Long fingered elegant hands reached down ad gave testing gentle squeezes to the globes “Oh yes I see the treatment is already taking effect, don’t worry you will be tight, and they will feel warm to the touch like now” her hands felt cool in comparison to the heated breasts She ran her fingers, long nails scraping very delicately over the large breasts “We will have to give you daily massages so it will not be so bad.” She told her and began working on the rest of the restraining west until it finally fell to the floor leaving Angelica all but naked. The nurse smiled at her “my sister told me you looked yummy” she smiled and standing up with Angelica ran her hands over her opreachitivly before taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. They're the heating had been turned up high, the nurse shut the door and began slipping out of her uniform, shore enough just like her sister she had a long now half hard cock hanging between her legs no balls and large firm lovely breasts. She turned the water on and took a large stiff massage brush and lead Angelica by the hand into the hot streams of water. Angelica gave a sigh of relief when the tight leather and latex was taken off. She rolled her shoulders rubbing her sore arms. Her whole face went red when the woman touched her breast softly. Her eyes were soft and embarked, it was odd the way these women treated her. She blinked trying to contain her shock when the nurse mentioned massaging her breasts." She told you about me?" She blushed deeply her eyes falling to the floor. Furthermore, she did not really want this woman thinking Angelica would do the same for her as she had her sister. Furthermore, she stood walking off ATER the tall nurse, she could not help but look around for the doctors as they made their way to the shower. Angelica could smell the sanitizer when they entered the shower she blushed yet again when she realized she would not be bathing alone. Her Nurse smiled "Oh yes we share everything" she told her as she smiled and pulled the girl closer running her hands over her body in the massaging high pressure stream of water. Applying a few large squirts of a lotion she rubbed it all over Angelica then letting it work she did the same to her self, caressing large breasts and letting Angelica see as she worked her long thick cock managing it with the soapy solution it became a bit harder half solid now Then shallowly she began using the stiff massaging brush on her patient, turning the girl around so her back was to Hershey gently pushed against her. Her shaft brushed up lightly against Angelica behind as the taller 'woman' ran her hands over her body and massaged her with the stiff brush until her skin was light pink all over from the hot water and the brush." Your breasts will need tending as they grow, and don't be ashamed you look lovely and will only be made to look better" she smiled "You will probably start noticing a few changes, your sexual appetite and needs will grow from the treatments, and you will be much more sensitive to stimulation" she was now talking softly almost whispering while she massaged and caressed the patient. Her cock now entirely hard pushing up against Angelica back Angelica gave a small nod, "I never had a sister, so I just never shared stuff like that with anyone." She explained trying to show she meet nothing bad by her questioning. She sighted at the lotion, it must have been something of the nurses it did not smell like the standard soap she had used before. It smelt a little flowery even." How much bigger will they get? They are at least a cup size bigger, and they feel heavy and warm." Angelica blushed a soft pink feeling the woman's erection against her back. "I do not really know how much more I can take, I... I haven't had sex before." She explained trying to keep her voice from shaking. The nurse reached around and cupped her breasts, massaging slowly and giving a little squeeze "Oh I would say at least another cup or maybe a bit more. Her hands continued the massage only a little playfully rough but really more firm than rough. She laughed softly, sensually "Oh you were a virgin, well from what I heard from the plans for you, you will be one every time you stay without sex for a day or so" she pressed up against her, leaning in to put her face next to Angelica"Would you like to here what they have planed for you, I have read the reports" there was a suggested price attached to the offer, and the thick now quiet hard cock pressing against Angelica back made suggestions at what it could be. Angelica bit her soft lower lip when the nurse started to play with her breaks. What the hell did she mean by that? That she would be a virgin every time she did not have sex for a few days. That was so confusing, how on earth did that make any since?" I would like to know, it would be nice to not have it be a surprise." She turned slowly facing the woman. She looked like she knew what the price of her information would be. The statuesque nurse smiled down at her, eyes large she ran her fingers through her patients wet hair brushing it back. Her hard cock was pushing against Angelica tummy as she stood close under the warm rain of the shower.“They will make you much more sensitive, your breasts will grow a bit. Your digestive system is altered, and your diet will be to a bit so in a few days your little . “She smiled “well your cute tight little but can be put to use for pure pleasure. Maybe you already started feeling a sort of slick feeling in there, if not you will in a day or so. Your anal walls will start making a sort of lubricant” she held the patient carefully, hugging her in a comforting manner but strong enough that if the girl fainted she could hold her.“Then you will have a little operation, so they can add your cat ears and tail” she treated the tip of a finger over the tip of Angelica ear “Your regenerative processes are a lot better to, but because of that if you don’t have sex for a day or so you become a virgin again” she explained holding her a little closer now cuddling heroin a soft voice, soothing in nature she promised that she and her sister would look out for her and never leave her totally alone. And if she ever needed anybody they would be their for her Angelica leaned into the nurse tears rolling down her soft pale face as she sobbed clinging to the nurse. She was shaking from her sobs her body pressed closely to the taller woman. She was scared by all she said would happen to her. Furthermore, she did not ant a cat ears or tail. Nor did she panther virginity to come back every day. The only comfort she found was in the fact that the sisters were both going to be there for her. "I'm scared." She confessed, "I don't want any of this to happen, I just want to go home." The tall busty nurse hugged her firmly under the warm rain of the shower, swaying lightly as she held her from side to side she whispered soothing little things to her. Stroking her hair, back and very faintly her behind she backed away just little so she could reach down and lift Angelica cheek making her look up. She smiled, leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips"Well we can do something about the virginity thing, we will just have to make shore you get to have a little fun each day" she smiled stroking the girls face now holding it with both hands she rubbed away tears with her thumbs and smiled. "You know my sister was telling me what a nice girl you are, and I think she was right" she pressed in close to her and held her tightly for a while more they could do what she wanted later. The kiss made Angelica blush madly, it was nice to have someone there to tell her it would be alright. It did little to truly calm her though. All she could think about was how these changes would affect her when she got out of the trials. How on Earth would she function normally when she was going to have cat ears and a tail?" You both are nice too. I am glad to have friends while I am trapped here." She said softly sighting as she tired to keep from crying. “Just stay like this” she slid one foot between Angelica legs having the shorter girl ride up on her thigh while she slowly, and gently took her wrists and pushed them up above her head. Not at all violently, carefully and with consideration smiling softly all the while. She changed the way she stood, so Angelica was riding her thigh with one hand holding the girl at the wrists above her head against the wall she pressed her thigh up and lowered it using her toes to change developing a gradual riding sort of motion Her free hand reached out to cup one of the now heavy feeling and also a little more sensitive than a few days ago breasts. Carefully tweaking one nipple between her fingers she toyed with it “Would you like to have some fun, and feel what’s it like to have me inside you” she asked her face very close to Angelica kissing her she continued “Or maybe just fingers this time?” she asked still being slightly dominant but not brutal Angelica felt her face pale when her nurse lifted her pinning her to the wall gently. She blushed red then her whole face lighting up red. She shook her head slightly, "Your sister said that you could not suppose to use me like that." She whispered her eyes meeting the woman's finally. Her shyness, her soft little virgin side showing through again. "I could suck you if you want." She was such a sweet young woman. The nurses face lit up with a smile “Oh I haven’t told you the good news, the doctors want you to get regular exercise and experience” she pinched the nipple between her fingers slightly squeezing the breast softly “So they allowed up free access to you, all we have to do is film what ever we do so they can examine your performances” she explained with a happy smile sliding her thigh up and down rhythmically She put her lips to her patients, and kissed her softly, a little harder the next time but not quiet forcefully “If you like to you can suck me off all you want” she smiled and pulled the patient closer “And we will make shore your always well entertained when the doctors don’t need you, we might even pull a bit overtime so we can be both here at the same time” she smiled letting her slowly go and reaching down to stroke her large cock slowly “Would you like that?” she asked while pushing just a little on her shoulder so she would get down Angelica paused for a long moment then started to cry quietly. She shook her head softly her body shaking. She was falling apart at the seams it seemed. This was just getting to be too much for her. All that they were going to do to her, all they wanted the nurses to do to her, it was all too much. She was hysterical her whole body shaking with her sobs. She was on her knees before the tall nurse her head down so the woman could not see her face, though it was clear she was sobbing. Furthermore, she went to her knees next to the sobbing little patient stroking her hair under the shower, the steady stream of hot water washing over both of them “Yes, yes I know it’s a little much, and the medicine is probably upsetting you to. It can do that sometimes until you get use to it” she told her in a soft voice as she stroked her hair “Come on it’s the best to get right into it, you will see it's much better if you have fun with it” she slid her fingers under the girls chin lifting her face and pressed her lips to hers. She broke the kiss after a long while “I promise I will make you feel much, much better” she promised and slid behind her patient her hands gliding around her sides up her waist and cupped her breasts her own large breasts pushing into her back, and her large cock hard now pushed against the split of her bottom rubbing against her promisingly.”You will see after you come a few times you will feel much, much better honey” she slid a hand down the girls' tummy her fingers finding her mound and gently toying with her clit. Angelica shook her head tears rolling down her cheeks. She did not want to be pulled into the warm soft body of her nurse. She wanted to go to her room, to lay in a ball and cry. Furthermore, she shook her head again squirming as the woman's hands traced down her body. A small whine passed her lips when the woman fingered her clit. She bit down on her lip softly wanting to tell her no." Please, I want to go to my room." She said quietly tears rolling down her cheeks. The Nurse nodded, understandingly “Ok deary, but part of this is your treatment but let's get back o your room and e can get to that there” she turned off the shower and wrapped the patient up in a small towel it was so small that it only covered either her breasts or her lower section. She used a similar towel to dry off and then slip into her nurse lab cote not bothering with anything ells as she leads the patient to the small snug room. Once there, she took a bag, white with no identifying marks as to its contents and closed the door behind her. She slipped out of the peace of clothing and took the towel from her patient, gently but firmly. “Now honey, you are scheduled for 40 min of anal sex and 20 min of breast massage and teasing” her tone was business like, only an edge of her affection from before. These were the doctors orders and while she would not force her friend into anything as a nurse she would do as the doctor told her“Just get down on all fours, put your breasts to the ground and push your bottom up. I promise to be gentle, don’t make me have to restrain you honey” she glanced at the bag reaching in she slipped a tube of lube out and worked some on her long thick cock massaging it slowly toying with her self and in front of Angelica's eyes becoming rock hard and large. Every bit as large as her twin tears came to her eyes when she was told she would have to let her nurse fuck her ass anyway. She reached up wiping her eyes trying to hold herself together. She could tell that the woman as her friend did not want to hurt her, but this was her job now not just for fun. Furthermore, she sighted softly at the promise to be gentle. She bent down getting on all fours to let the nurse do what she had to silent tears rolling down her cheeks. The nurse went to her knees and took her patient by the hips pulling her close, she got gentle again stroking a hand over her back and leaning forward her cock on the girls back and between her cheeks she whispered softly “Don’t cry, it will be alright you see it only hurts in the beginning” she promised and used a finger at first squirting a lot of lube in the tight hole and working it wit hone then two and finally 3 fingers for a while. Next she put the head of her hard cock against the tight opening and pushed inside very slowly giving Angelica time to adjust as much as she could about half way she stopped and leaning forward over her, she spoke softly “Sit back up onto my lap and ease your self onto me, you see it's easier like that” she helped her to hold her by the shoulders Angelica gave a small whimper closing her eyes. She bit down on her lip laying still a could, so the woman would just take her. She gasped loudly when the woman started to push fingers into her. Furthermore, she closed her eyes tightly tears rolling down her soft pale cheeks. Furthermore, she hated this place, she should have just remained in jail. This place was evil and horrid. She wanted to just go home. She slowly leaned back on the women's cock sniffing softly. Furthermore, she leaned back until the woman was deep in her. "I don't like this." She whispered. The nurse pulled her back onto her kneeling now with her patient impaled on her long hard warm cock she ground her hips against her bottom and let her get use to it as best as she could. Noting head she had to be rough about it “Its key … “ She groaned in pleasure “. oh, god honey your so nice and tight and hot” she kissed her patients neck, she shivered lustfully her breath coming out hot“Lift your self up and down so I will not hurt you” she whispered into her ear, her hands sliding to her tummy to hold her loosely there, but she stopped at the patients now firm breasts and instead began to gently massage them again they were nice thumbs teased nipples “Move carefully you don’t want to hurt your self I know I'm big, but the treatment will make you stretch easy, and I can feel your moistness even now” she whispered her voice full of passion and lust

The Clinic (sweets and Fareyes)|rating:2.0

The Iron Will

Dante overlooked his data pad, scrolling through the star map and quickly plotted out a course. He was on a C-Status mission, which was kinda low for him, but he felt he was getting rusty. He also had a new partner, the first since the tragic ending with his last one. Dante hopped into his 2 seat star speeder and connected the data pad to it in order to sync the speeder up with the coordinates. All they had to do was take down some big shot drug lord in the Saurian galaxy, a sector pretty much overrun with lowlifes and junkies. He waited to close the cockpit window to see what his new partner would do as far as transportation. Lucas Nascent SAFIRE Taliesin Aware MaCeachthighearna has always hated his name. Despising that his name took nearly five minutes to say when one tacked on his whole lineage and the most formal way to pronounce it. Once upon a time SAFIRE was known as Highborn Lucas Nascent SAFIRE Taliesin Aware MaCeachthighaerna sevenths son of the seventh son Highborn Lord Deccan MacCeachthighaerna of house Ceachthighaerna. As if that wasn't bad enough his father insisted on calling him Lucas, and usually it was always said in exasperation. SAFIRE hated his name. Hated it with such a passion that as soon as he was disowned he changed to going by SAFIRE Ah earn. Ah earn is an Anglicized variant of MaCeachthighaerna. SAFIRE, or SAF as a lot of his coworkers or friends know him, used to be a highborn lordling with more money than time and more regulations than a trained assassin! Everything he did from how he dressed, to how he walked, to how he talked was dictated and layered in decorum, regulations and culture. To say that SAF chaffed at the breeding and expectations was an understatement. However, for SAF that wasn't the worst of it. He found out at an early age that he wasn't interested in females. SAF is homosexual, and he was raised in a high society where such things were highly frowned upon by his family and the lineages. So when SAF was caught with another male, of the lesser class no less he was ostracized and disowned. Cast out, and left to die with nothing but the clothing on his back and the coins in his pocked. His mother held a funeral of all things for him. It was on this day SAFIRE cast off his prestigious name and took up with a crew of outlaws and took those skills of war he had been taught from the cradle and became a feared assassin and pirate. Dressedin a tight zip-up tank top, usually in shades of black, green or bloodred, that shows off his physique which he keeps well-defined and tight by constant hours spent in martial practice. A weapon harness sits strapped across his chest and BBS with a mired of weapons that would astound your average person who didn't. Blasters, knives, throwing knives, Chakras and Shrikes all line the sides of the harness allowing for easy access to the weapons once his long blood-red trench coat is drawn back to reveal the harnessed weapons. Both the coat, his overpants and his tank top are lined with armored plating that can absorb most blaster blast and depending on where he is hit will absorb most thrown weapons as well. He usually wears red jeans with black leather overpants with hidden sheaths built in hiding more knives for him to pull out should his primary weapons become unusable. He wears a black belt with a belt buckle that is a demon's skull. The skull can be removed, like all his other buckles on his weapon harness, and double as a throwing star. His boots are black leather, and have retractable blades that are spring-loaded. If he puts enough pressure on the heel they will shoot out of the tip of his boot and allow him to turn his kicks into a weapon. He has two massive broadswords strapped to his back hidden beneath his coat so that only the hilts are visible. These weapons are made of a steel compound that never dulls and is sharp even to hold. That's why he wears fingerless gloves on his hands. Saffirehas ice blue eyes and an almost baby like face. Gentle angles and a not so pronounced nose make up his delicate features that are almost feminine in look. He wears his bone white hair cropped short, an oddity since his father has black hair and is mother has auburn hair. Saffire walked down the hallways towards his single-seater fighter. He grinned at the sight of the dark black sleek craft. The wings could be swept back whenever the craft was launch into space or swept forwards for flight through the atmosphere. Two side propellers allowed for maneuverability in atmospheric condition. A single thruster from the back of the craft allows for space travel at sub-light. The craft isn't headed or capable of hyperspace travel the craft must be docked in a larger craft for such transport. Two canons side along the side of the cockpit and can shoot ionized plasma blasts. Basic shielding that handle some intense weapons fire and entry into and out of the atmosphere of planets. The fighters are highly maneuverable, if a little outdated, and these fighters were SAFIRE's favorite. Saffire ran his hand over the smooth metallic-ceramic platting that make up the smooth panels along the hull of the ship as he felt the little nicks from previous battles. A smile graced his features lighting the otherwise cold deadly look that resided as a permanent mask on SAF's face. A mask he used to hide his truer heritage. His psychic powers. SAF's mask of detached cold was perfected in early childhood, only in recent years has he shown the more relaxed and soft-spoken side of himself that smiles and laughs with friends over drinks. The tension eased out of his body as he felt the panels run under his hand before he entered the cockpit in one smooth leap. Saf felt a mild edge of anxiety swarm into his stomach from the prospect of working with a new partner. He'd never met the guy before. A wicked smile lit up his features as a naughty thought crossed his mind. SAF knew his partner would be one of the oldest members of the organization, but that didn't mean squat to SAF. He'd met plenty of rogues who were useless in a fight and worthless in a mission. So he was mildly worried. He looked over at the star speeder craft. He put the helmet on and did up the straps on his seat before he dialed up the special encrypted frequency that would dial him into his partners' frequency. Every member of the organization had the code and could connect to one another easily this way and know they were members. He pulled up the star charts as the link buzzed to life on his com." Hellow this is SAFIRE Ah earn, requesting confirmation of partnership,"his soft lilting accent caused his words to sound melodic, even though he spoke in a low tone his voice still held a deep baritone. SAFIRE tried to avoid using formal language as he hated that most of all about his past, even though the breeding had left his a clear evident of the noble upbringing on his voice and accent his words where more akin to that of a street fighter than a refined noble highborn lordling. When Dante heard his partner confirmation he yanked down the cockpit window shut. "Partnership confirmed." His voice was deep and quiet, a trait he uses more times than not due to his dislike of unnecessary exertion of any form. Dante checked his fuel even though he knew it was full already, then made sure his chain guns had full ammunition. Another thing he already knew, Dante was always precise, and double-checking things was a habit for him. He then made sure the giant rail gun hidden inside a compartment at the bottom of his ship had its full charge, which read 100%. "Rendezvous at India before going to target planet Vase. Confirm? " Without even waiting for a powered up his engine and prepared to set off. "In case you weren't aware that the United Republic Galaxies can now track all Hyperspace travel within charted space I'm letting ya know now" The United Republic Galaxies were sick of The Iron Will and had recently pushed for the tracking of hyperspace in order to "catch" outlaws, but Dante figured it was also a way to keep their dogs in check as well. SAFIRE heard the deep quiet masculine tone and couldn't help the smile that curved his lips as more naughty thoughts flashed across his mind. It has almost rung a laugh from him as he realized just how long it'd been since he'd been laid. SAF's mind was highly distractible. Get your head in the game asshole or you're going to end up cannon fodder for the partner your mentally licking. Saf sighed as he began to pre-flight checks to distract his distracted mind. He always had this problem around other males. He just never let it show. Furthermore, he hid his wandering thoughts behind decorum and cold distanced thoughts. Not everyone appreciated his tastes and a lot of people thought they could beat it out of him. Fat chance with that, SAF was a scrapper, and he knew how to fight. He'd beat the shit out of anyone who came at him for any reason. Disgusted with his own thoughts at this point he flicked the channel back on as he heard request for confirmation and spoke into the open channel." Confirmed,"he said. The problem was that India was at least halfway across the galaxy and SAFIRE knew he couldn't travel through hyperspace. Unless he docked aboard a larger ship that could take him to India or found a natural opening. Or a Wormhole, as it is more often called. Though really hard to detect it has a tell-tale sign that his specially designed scanner can pick up on. Not to mention his psychic powers often sense them too. Something SAF would never admit to anyone. Wormholes are tricky however, they capture a lot of disruptive energy that knock out all communication, computers and anything else electrical. SAF had often thought this due to the electromagnetic waves emanated by the wormhole. The same 'disturbance' the scanners and his mind sense. This trip was going to leave him with a migraine if he found a wormhole. The EM field did that to him. Any strong electromagnetic wave tended to mess with his psychic powers and make his head feel like a lead weight was being slammed into it. Wormholes were a distortion in the space-time entanglement or fabric of reality that allowed almost instantaneous travel from one location in space to another. Extremely hard to control and predict their exiting location, as they did tend to be a lot of wormholes hanging around space. Something SAF had discovered almost purely by accident years back when he'd been making his way off his home world in a fit of rage and humiliation after his more than public casting off. Tears stung his eyes as he remembered those particular brutal memory. Not to mention he still had the scars from their burning irons on his back. He shuddered and cast his mind away from that. Forcing himself to think instead of how he was going to get to another sector of space without another ship or a hyperspace portal. Hyperspace was easy to control and a lot more stable than a wormhole. Where Hyperspace required a hyperspace drive and shielding to maintain the opening it was also more accurate and could be done to take a ship anywhere they wanted to go. However, without the shielding opening the window to hyperspace would destroy the ship something SAF didn't want to experience. A wormhole only temporarily affected his navigation and communication. He could fly manually through the opening and in moments of intense concentration and quick maneuverability to avoid crashing into anything he'd be out on the other side of the wormhole opening. Over the years he'd been mapping them, and he knew there was one not far from here that led close enough to India that even without hyperspace he'd make it there in decent time. Saf didn't bother to respond to his partners last comment, if the guy couldn't see that his fighter class was sub-light rated and not hyperspace worthy that was his problem not SAF's. SAF returned his attention to the charts letting his finger drop from the link switch on the com channel. He could already hear the whine of his partners engine and knew the guy would be leaving for India soon. SAF scanned the space charts for a natural opening as the systems prepped for launch. The engines purred to life causing the ship to vibrate in a familiar pattern that made the smile on SAF's face brighten. How he loved the feel of the engine beneath him. His eyes alight with excitement as a rush of adrenaline made his blood burn with raw fire he set the launch code into the console and leaned back in his seat to finish checking the outlying space around the planet. Sure enough he found the tell-tale signs of a natural opening. It was the opening he'd been looking for. He turned his gaze away from the chart to gaze at his partner one last time before he started into the launch tube for the fast launch into space. He laughed as he was shot through the tube and into the outer atmosphere without needing to activate his thrusters. Furthermore, he let the automatic stabilizers do the work as he navigated through the lane and out into the blackness of space. Banking to clear the launch lane he smiled as he began to line up flight pattern with the wormhole entrance. With quick flicks he turned his controls from automatic to manual and let the roller foster ride through the wormhole begin. He laughed as he was swallowed up into darkness. Stars streaking past so fast they were a blur of colored lights. By the time Dante realized what SAF was doing it was already too late. Dante had a disdain for wormholes prior to becoming a cyborg, and although his partner didn't know he was a cyborg he still felt irritated at him. Wormholes had a nasty habit of shutting down most of his Janos, and mostly his core tech were the only things to still be active. He fired up the engine and took off through the wormhole after his partner. "Great, I'll barely be alive... again."he muttered under his breath as he flew towards the opening. Not only did he feel his tech shutting down, he had to make sure not to crash into anything, mainly his partner. The pain of losing the use of his Janos was just enough to make him grunt out loud. As the exit approached Dante could vaguely make out India in the distance, and was grateful for the shortcut in the long run. Not only was Dante a bounty hunter, but he was also a picky bargain hunter. When he got spit out of the wormhole he sat there immobile for a while, waiting to get back feeling in his body and for all of his ships tech to come back to life. Dante made his way towards India, not rushing in the slightest. "Rule number one: Whenever you plan on doing something ballsy at least give me some type of eye contact or something." Dante said to SAF. After landing on India they were to meet the contact who placed the bounty, a woman by the name of Ruby Glossinger. Dante thought that was such a strange last name but didn't think on it too hard. He couldn't help but feel he knew her somehow, but he wasn't the type to dwell on such things. SAFIRE ran over his settings as he was spat out from the Wormhole grinning and laughing as the migraine began to sink its claws into his skull making it ache terribly. He rubbed at his eyes with one hand while his laughter died. He heard the rush of engine and felt the animosity of his partners thoughts, though he didn't catch the exact thought he could tell he'd irritated his partner at least in part, if not outright infuriating him. SAFIRE could have laughed at his own thoughts. Not that he enjoyed infuriating his partner. Quite the contrary, in fact, but he didn't understand why his partner had followed him through the wormhole rather than simply used his hyperdrive. What's the point of a rendezvous if they get there together? It didn't matter in the least and these thoughts would only serve to distract SAFIRE. Soon they would be landing on the planet and SAF's mental shields where down, that was why he was getting reads of his partner when he hadn't earlier and the psychic feedback was murder on his skull. Not to mention it would seriously ruin his already strange day if he suddenly got a nosebleed. He hated being covered in blood and the pain that would seriously piss him off. If he didn't get his shields back up in his mind before he landed he'd be ill from the feedback of everyone's uncensored thoughts. Damn a planet full of people thinking would seriously piss him off alright. Saf sighed leaned back and heard his partner over the buzz in the communications system. The words were slightly garbled by the malfunctioned systems that hadn't come back online fully yet and left SAF frowning as he slowly deciphered the garbled words in his head. Eyes closed hands resting on the control surface he smiled as he realized what exactly his partner had said. He pushed the com button and waited only a second for it to buzz to life too before he spoke." Relax Ragas I wasn't intending you harm. I figured you'd use the hyperspace drive on your ship, and we'd rendezvous here. Had I for an instant thought you'd be following me in Ragas I would have made sure to warn you,"SAF said using the Alsatian word for partner of war? It was a term SAFIRE loved and always used while on a mission with his allies. It was a term his people used in war. Something SAF had come to love in his childhood. Something that reminded him of who he was deep down. Sometimes those reminders were all one had int his world. His voice betrayed the strain he felt as he struggled to calm his thoughts and reinstate the shields through the ever rising tide of voices in his head as they drew nearer to the planet. It was now or never."Where are we landing Ragas?" Saf said more to distract himself from the growing pain in his skull then to actually get a destination. Dante was on point on this mission, and he didn't know where their contact was or anything beyond a single name: Ruby Glossinger. That was it. Dante laughed at the first statement his new partner made. "They can track ALL hyperspace within known space, so even if I jump from an uncharted area they can still track where I land at." He was still readjusting to his body, the wormhole made him feel like he was no longer inside his own skin. Dante took about twenty seconds to reply to his partner, as he was not paying complete attention. "I guess Ms. Glossinger has her own private docking station. I have no idea who this lady is, but she must be sleeping in money. I'm sending you coordinates to her dock right now." Dante sent SAF the coordinates, which indicated that her dock was in the south-eastern hemisphere of India. Owning a private dock was a big deal, even for a poor rundown planet like India. The U.R.G wanted to control most of them and if anyone wanted to buy one they had to have a lot of cash. Even the ones they didn't own still were pretty costly, and they were usually owned by some type of corporation. But Dante spent part of the night before checking out her background, and she owned no businesses. She wasn't even married, and had no kids or even any siblings. Dante maneuvered his ship into the private dock, which was already opened for him and his partner when they arrived. Standing towards the entrance of the Docking chamber was Ruby Glossinger herself. She was wearing what looked to be a pretty popular designer jacket with the pants and shoes to match. She had long curly red hair, and stood around 5'10 by Dante's guess. Furthermore, she was somewhat thicker than the average woman, but she was in no way chubby. Dante wasn't entirely sure, but he thought that she also had jewelry on every single finger on both hands. Something about this situation gave him a strange feeling in his stomach. "Stay frosty, I don't trust this at all. She throws a curveball, and we walk, understand?" Dante was notorious for ending up in bad situations for not trusting his instincts in the past, and he wasn't quite ready to face death again. SAFIRE couldn't help the huge grin that spread even wider across his features. That statement from his partner was just egging his already dark and twisted sense of humor on, and he couldn't help his comment any more than the wide grin that split his handsome features"So then why you're bitchin' about it then! I got us here undetected died't I?"his words automatically reverted to the rough almost illiterate drivel he used when he was around other members of the organization or around thugs he was looking to seriously piss off. In this case he was just reverting to the syntax in order to prepare for the upcoming mission. His head was still pounding, but a good majority of his mental walls were back in place. He let out a low whistle at those next words out of his partners mouth. A private hangar meant money and money wasn't always a good thing when dealing in the underworld it was something that made SAFIRE instantly suspicious and wary of her. He looked over his settings and banked into the atmosphere following his partners ship towards the landing bay." She must have some serious dough,"he said in a low tone as he saw the prestigious bay they were headed towards. Nice wasn't even the right word to describe the tech and the level of sophistication that bay had. SAFIRE had seen few of such splendor in his life and he had seen quite a few, and more than his fair share of exquisite homes as well. He landed his ship down next to his partner and set the settings to ready. He didn't do a complete shut-down. Furthermore, he purposefully left the ship in a ready state with the engines powered off. It would take him less than eight seconds to flick the ship back to active and hightail it out of there if he needed to. He unclipped his helmet. Checked his hair and rose from his seat the cockpit open, and he set his helmet down. He swung himself down over the side of the craft and landed in a low crouch. He regarded the woman and with a wink to his partner said"Don't worry. I'm quite frosty. And I have a secret weapon none of you know about,". He fell into step with Dante and walked towards the woman. He regarded her with a cold deadly mask held in place, hiding all his emotions. Furthermore, he left just enough of his shields down that he could hear her thoughts loud and clear. Even though it made his head pound so bad he felt like utter shit. Dante ignored his partner, but noticed that the way he spoke had changed. "Great I'm paired with a Mooney partner." He thought to himself. He began to feel different when SAF mentioned his secret weapon. "Weapons Ain't supposed to be secrets when ya got a partner." Dante spoke in a tone so that Ruby couldn't hear him as they approached. When they had gotten close enough his thoughts about her finances, and every finger wearing a ring had been confirmed as true. "Greetings, I Am Ms. Glossinger, but you can call me Ruby." The woman had an accent in which her tongue rolled whenever she pronounced words with the letter R in them. Dante began to suspect the wasn't even from this sector of the galaxy. Most people in the Saurian sector could barely even speak in regular tongue, and they sure didn't have accents. Ruby looked Dante dead in his eyes with a huge smile on her face. "You must be Dante, I've heard so much about your works. I have no doubt that my will shall be carried out perfectly with you on the job." Ruby turned her attention to SAFIRE. The look on her face seemed to indicate she recognized him. Dante cut her off before she could speak to his partner. "The formalities aren't necessary, brief us please Ms. Glossinger." Ruby turned back to Dante with a wide-eyed smile. "Very direct and to the point. I like that in you. The man I need taken care of is named Jena Carries. He is human, and he lives in a private mansion on Vase, which you must already know." Ruby pulled out a government class data pad and began pressing its buttons very quickly. After a few seconds both Dante and SAF's own data pads beeped. "I've sent the location directly to both of you, complete with pictures of Jena and his mansion. I know how you lot are generally on run from the U.R.G, so I encrypted the message so that no spies can see it. Be back here in twenty-four hours with the good news, and you shall be paid in full." And with that final statement Ruby turned to walk away. Dante was looking the picture of Jena, who seemed to be around his own height. He was much slimmer than Dante with short brown hair. He dressed in expensive suits and often carried a small black book with him. His mansion seemed to always have five large bald men patrolling it. SAFIRE cast his gaze around the layout of the landing pad, casting his mind over her thoughts seeking to find something that didn't jibe with the situation they found themselves in. He didn't catch deceit from her, but something was off. He didn't like that. Furthermore, he regarded his partner before heading up to the woman right behind him. Keeping his mind open for her thoughts. Reading her like he did a book. He didn't respond to the man's caustic words. Why should he? He wasn't about to let anyone know he was a Psychic unless he had no choice, or she deceived them in or betrayed them. He merely nodded to her when she greeted him knowing his partner was the kind of man who didn't want him spoken to. Fine whatever it's not like SAFIRE wasn't used to this kind of treatment. Almost everyone choose to act that way around him. Not wanting anyone to speak to him. He hated it. He could keep his head in a mission and came with his own reputation after all! In this case he didn't care much anyway. He wanted his mind free for sending out deceitful thoughts. Though really the thoughts he was getting from her were making him ill at ease around her. He'd never been a woman kind of guy and her thoughts were distracting. The way she looked at him. It made him shiver slightly. He was well-moneyed and he looked rich. Often too much so, his breeding did bleed through that cold expression he always wore. The distant standoffish and sorta snotty look he had whenever he was around strangers. Aloof and distant. Almost cold and definitely devoid of feelings. He scrutinized her words carefully. The job sounded easy enough. A little too easy. He didn't like the way it was laid out. He was never one to believe in the 'easy' win. So he skimmed the files quickly and realized there was something really off with this. He didn't speak his thoughts. He didn't want to alert their contacts. Something is off Dante he projected telepathically to his partner as he 'pretended' to read the files. He realized too late his partner didn't know he was a Psychic and might react badly to suddenly having SAFIRE's voice in his head. Oh shit, crossed his mind, but done was done. He'd have to wait and see how Dante took suddenly hearing SAFIRE. Dante was examining the files when he heard his partner's voice. The nanites inside his head were buzzing, which caused his skull to start itching. The buzzing distorted SAF's voice, so Dante could barely hear it. Dante soon realized that the nanites mental defenses had kicked in, which could only mean one thing. Dante silently took in a deep breathe and exhaled slowly, gathering his thoughts. He gave the nanites approval to allow his brainwaves to sync up with SAF's. Dante's skull was still itching, and the worst part was that he could not even scratch it. "Could you run that by me again? Having a few technical difficulties on my end. But on another note, I don't trust this overpaid bimbo. She seems a bit too... familiar to me." Dante was actually surprised that his partner was a psychic. Not many things really surprise him, but he never would have guessed a man like SAF would be psychic. Although he had a strange past with psychics, he actually was a bit relieved about this. "This might be a little rude to ask, but do ya think you can dig a little into her head and see what she's hiding?" Dante hoped he wasn't asking too much, some psychics don't like to dig inside peoples heads. He was hoping his partner was made of tougher stuff. Dante was the type of man who would do anything necessary to get the job done, and didn't tolerate people who didn't value their skills. SAFIRE had barely a moments notice to throw up mental walls around the female to keep their conversations private when his partner responded to his mental communications verbally. SAFIRE sighed, knowing that if he didn’t block the females' ability to hear them from her, she’d be onto them. The illusion was a simple one. Something that made her ears choose not to hear the sounds of their voices. Her eyes choose not to see their lips moving. An edge for her mind so that she would think they were simply reviewing her files. Saffire sighed exhaling softly in relief as the only thing she heard was “could you run that by me again?” and from there she saw SAFIRE gesture to a place on the files. SAFIRE’s eyes met those of his partner and a small smile curved his lips.” I said I do not trust her, that something is off here,” Saff replied out loud.” I’ve shielded our conversation, she thinks where just standing here reviewing the files. However, I can’t hold it for long. Though seeings as you want me poking around her brain that should be too hard.” Saffire didn’t make mention of the physical consequences his actions would have. He was already having a headache from hearing their voices in his mind as well as whatever they said out loud. He closed his eyes and relaxed his mental barriers completely this turned the fussy background noise he always heard of unfiltered thoughts. Though oddly enough his partners thoughts remained an unintelligible fuss except for a few he could hear clearly. He wondered briefly is his partner was a psychic too, but that got dismissed right off the bat since his partner had asked him to do the poking around. No, that meant his partner was using nanites. He smiled at the knowledge and turned his now suddenly completely purple eyes to the woman. His mind wide open to her thoughts. Everything else slowly faded into the background until he was in her mind. Until he was her. Her memories flooded his psyche, her thoughts becoming totally his own. Her identity becoming his. SAFIRE lost himself in her mind as he studded her. It would take only moments, but he would know everything about her when he withdrew. Dante nodded in response to his partner. He placed his hand on the back of his head to try and quell the itching somehow. Dante knew it was hopeless, but it still was worth a shot. The nanites seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes, and it seemed like they were taking advantage of Dante because he was still becoming familiar with them. "I'll be damned if some tech is going to best me." Dante thought that to himself. He reviewed the files one last time while he waited on his partner to finish the mind scan on Ruby. Recent memories flooded into SAF's mind first. Ruby was a very neat and precise woman who had spent the last few days awaiting Dante and himself. She seemed to be normal at first, but then SAF noticed something strange. Ruby had multiple pictures of a man, and Dante was in the background of a few of them. That's when it was obvious that the man in the pictures was her son, and must have been a former member of Dante's last crew. SAF felt the anger and hatred that she felt for Dante, as well as blaming him for the death of her son. Something else grabbed SAF's focus as well. Just hours before their arrival, Ruby had ordered an assassin to infect the same target that Dante and himself were supposed to kill with some sort of virus. The effects of the virus weren't completely clear to SAF because Ruby wasn't completely sure what it would do, but it appeared to change humans into something else. Something less than human and far more dangerous than a drug lord and a couple of bodyguards. Ruby wanted to test her new chemical out and eliminate her sons murderer all at once. SAFIRE felt the sudden stabbing pain etching his thoughts into a million shards of glass. He staggered back and would have dropped the files if Dante hadn't also been holding them. The metal barriers fell instantly, but the woman would be left momentarily confused, and her own perceptions would be thrown out of cohesion with what was happening. The backlash would leave her temporarily stunned. SAFIRE had to sit down as the world spun out around him. Blood trickled down his nose landing with soft splats on the floor. He lowered himself to the rock that sat not more than a foot to his left. Cradling his head in his hand. Blinking the pain out of his eyes. He forced his mind back into focus. Forced the mental walls in place as he took deep steadying breaths. He pressed his hand against his forehead trying to steady himself. Trying to stop the world from spinning. He hated this. It always took him so long to steady himself after such a mind sweep. It took him a few long moments to regain enough of his senses to bring back up the mental blocks on the woman. To block her from seeing them and hearing them. She would see them discussing the files as though nothing had happened. He didn't have enough left to smooth over the lapse and confusion she would have from the sudden backlash. He looked to Dante his eyes still pure purple and slightly unfocused. Blood still dripped from his nose." She knew you, you realize that. She blames you for the death of her son. Furthermore, she's planted some chemical virus that will make taking out the drug lord nigh on impossible for us. It's designed to be a suicide mission in which she can test her new drug. We go in there and we die. That's her plan,"he said in a shaky voice. He had to close his eyes as he kept on struggling to get his own mental shields back up as the flood of thoughts from the guards and workers on her estate flooded him. He rubbed at his forehead, he mumbled to himself." I fucking hate this shit,"and sighed heavily looking back up at his partner." Finish up whatever it is you need to do with her, I can't hold the veil over her anymore and I need a moment to myself to regroup. So I'll just sit here if you don't mind until you're done your negotiations." With that he let the veil drop from the woman and sat still his eyes closed so she couldn't see the freaky purple glow of his eyes. Until he could get his psychic powers back under control his eyes would continue to glow a deep vibrant purple. There was no distinction between iris or white of his eyes or pupil. His eyes were pure purple from one end to the other. Vibrant and glowing and abnormally creepy. Seeing what happened to his partner and Ruby helped Dante get his own head together. He assumed that either SAF rarely focused on a single mind and didn't have much control, or Ruby somehow expelled him out of her mind. He noticed how ruby seemed paralyzed and looked at SAF dripping blood from his nose. "Get it together would you, that won't be helpful in the field." Dante thought to himself. When his partner finally did speak Dante was more shocked than he had planned on. "That's the only thing that makes sense. Donnie showed me pictures of her before. I knew she looked familiar somehow." Dante thought in an effort to reach out to his partner. When he spoke again Dante knew exactly what he had to do. This vengeance fueled mad woman had to be dealt with. Dante rushed the woman before she could fully regather herself. Dante's hand gripped tightly on her throat, just barely allowing her to breathe. "So... you will kill... me like you... killed... my son." Ruby managed to choke out. Dante stared in her eyes as she squirmed and tried to free herself. "Tell me about this drug Ruby. What does it do, and why are you manufacturing it? Donnie told me you own a portion of Sci-Corp, if I even think you're lying I'll crush your throat right now." Dante said to the woman in his grip. He tightened his grip a bit more so she could take in less air. He understood how she could blame Dante for Donnie's death, and it only pissed him off more. SAFIRE raised his head out of his hands to glower at his partner. He shot back telepathically to him. Adding a touch of his own anger int he words." You try being mentally linked to someone and having their whole memory infused into your skull in barely six seconds and tell me it would hurt like fucking hell socks,"when he sent the words he allowed a trickle of his power to infuse them so that they would act more like a small minor attack, like a tiny wound. Then anything else. SAFIRE went back to closing his eyes and holding his aching skull struggling with the pain and backlash of his psyche as he attempted to sort through another life added to his own. It left him dizzy and in agony. Something no one would really understand. It is not easy to read a person as one would think. No one is black and white, cut and dry, simple. They live complex lives he takes into himself. Her whole life, became a part of his own in such a short time it is like cramming your head full of knowledge without stopping to sleep. He wasn't about to waste more time explaining why he was in pain. It wouldn't be worth it. He kept his eyes closed so that the very purple glow wouldn't be evident and simply listened to the exchange as his mind swam. SAFIRE didn't care if the woman lived or died, but he did care if he lived or died. He opened his eyes. Knowing security would be coming towards them soon. He lifted one hand and allowed his mind to reach out around them. Blanketing the area with a simple psyche attack that would leave the guards unconscious for a short while. Really anyone within earshot would be down. It wasn't foolproof, but it would cut down the number of beings who could come and attack them. As the wave of energy left him a deep purple glow began to emanate from his skin causing the appearance of SAFIRE's form to waver. No doubt it would terrify the woman. He slumped in on himself again once the act was done and his features blurred slightly. He appeared to be a cross between a demon and a man in that instance. Half mortal being, half immortal. Something odd as shimmering horns appeared to come out of his head and large wings appeared to form out of his back sweeping the ground beneath him. The air around him thickening with a purple mist that swirled around the man. This image lasted only a moment, but enough time for both Ruby and Dante to see him in one of his true forms. Before SAFIRE's eyes closed and his body slumped to the ground sliding from the rock on which he sat into a boneless heap at it's base. He was only semi-conscious.

The Iron Will|rating:4.0

[NSFW] - Love Complicated

IOC Thread Stayed DrZero7114​ "Ah... Home sweet home..." Veronica declared as she unlocked the door to her small, humble little apartment in Orange County. It had been a long day at work dealing with noisy and bossy customers who always thought they were right and that she--the employee who worked there for over a year--was wrong. It was frustrating, tedious work, but it put food on the table and allowed her to continue her boring, happy lifestyle. So, she'll just have to deal with it for now. Besides, it was that time again... The time that all retail employees long for... The holy grail... The weekend... And you know what she was planning to do? Absoutely nothing. She could not wait for it any longer to get started. So, she locked her door, threw her keys on the little dining table she had, and promptly fell face-first into the warm, awaiting embrace of her couch." Oooooh~" She moaned in pure delight, practically melting into her bed. Shirt stood in front of the home of her Fated One. Just inside was the human who would be her mate. She had followed her all the way home! But as she waited to knock, she was struck with sudden hesitation. Her Fated One had never seen this form before... maybe she should appear as something more familiar? So she quickly knocked, and then returned to her true form, mewling plaintively at the now massive door. Surely her Fated One would recognize her like this! The dragon girl leapt from building to building with a bag on her back and a map in her left claw. The human city beneath her was quite noisy and crowded, and she would have easily gotten lost had she went on foot. But from the top of the buildings she could use the map and the layout of the streets to guess where she was, and she was steadily advancing towards the marked place on her map. It has been a long journey, and she was finally about to meet the girl she fell in love with all those years ago, the girl that was promised to her. The mere thought made her smile giddily. Eventually she found herself looking at a pretty unremarkable apartment building. But she knew that she couldn't trust her eyes. How nice the building was didn't matter, it was the one who lived inside it that will. Eri entered into the apartment building and turned to the door of the apartment on the first floor. Should she knock? Should she wait for the next time Veronica comes out? Now that she was suddenly so close to her goal she found herself frozen with uncertainty. She barely even noticed the little cat that was mewling in front of Veronica's door. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Shirt stood in front of the home of her Fated One. Just inside was the human who would be her mate. She had followed her all the way home! But as she waited to knock, she was struck with sudden hesitation. Her Fated One had never seen this form before... maybe she should appear as something more familiar? So she quickly knocked, and then returned to her true form, mewling plaintively at the now massive door. Surely her Fated One would recognize her like this! Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ The dragon girl leapt from building to building with a bag on her back and a map in her left claw. The human city beneath her was quite noisy and crowded, and she would have easily gotten lost had she went on foot. But from the top of the buildings she could use the map and the layout of the streets to guess where she was, and she was steadily advancing towards the marked place on her map. It has been a long journey, and she was finally about to meet the girl she fell in love with all those years ago, the girl that was promised to her. The mere thought made her smile giddily. Eventually she found herself looking at a pretty unremarkable apartment building. But she knew that she couldn't trust her eyes. How nice the building was didn't matter, it was the one who lived inside it that will. Era entered into the apartment building and turned to the door of the apartment on the first floor. Should she knock? Should she wait for the next time Veronica comes out? Now that she was suddenly so close to her goal she found herself frozen with uncertainty. She barely even noticed the little cat that was mewling in front of Veronica's door. Click to expand... "Naidoo I just got comfortable..." Veronica moaned in pure sorrow at her misfortune, sinking further into her couch. Aw... Now she had to get up and answer it... Who could possibly be at her door right now? It's not like she had many friends that would drop by and visit, and her parents always let her know if they were going to show up.... It must be the Girl Scouts! Furthermore, it's that time of year again when they sell those delicious cookies... Those kids... They always sucker her out of $20 with those amazing peanut butter patties... But not this time! She won't give in to her base desires this time (her budget wouldn't allow for it)! Slowly getting up from the couch, Veronica marched towards her door, unlocked it and swung it wide open, declaring, "I don't want your cookies-"She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed that there was not a Girl Scout but in fact a dragon girl right before her and a cat at her feet, "Um... Can I help you?" Veronica asked, blinking at the unfamiliar face. What was a Dragon Girl doing here in the most boring city in the States? DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Naidoo I just got comfortable..." Veronica moaned in pure sorrow at her misfortune, sinking further into her couch. Aw... Now she had to get up and answer it... Who could possibly be at her door right now? It's not like she had many friends that would drop by and visit, and her parents always let her know if they were going to show up. ... It must be the Girl Scouts! It's that time of year again when they sell those delicious cookies... Those kids... They always sucker her out of $20 with those amazing peanut butter patties... But not this time! She won't give in to her base desires this time (her budget wouldn't allow for it)! Slowly getting up from the couch, Veronica marched towards her door, unlocked it and swung it wide open, declaring, "I don't want your cookies-" She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed that there was not a Girl Scout but in fact a dragon girl right before her and a cat at her feet, "Um... Can I help you?" Veronica asked, blinking at the unfamiliar face. What was a Dragon Girl doing here in the most boring city in the States? Click to expand... Her Fated One had opened the door! Without waiting another moment, Shirt latched onto Veronica's leg. Hello, Fated One! DrZero7114 said: ↑ Slowly getting up from the couch, Veronica marched towards her door, unlocked it and swung it wide open, declaring, "I don't want your cookies-" She stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed that there was not a Girl Scout but in fact a dragon girl right before her and a cat at her feet, "Um... Can I help you?" Veronica asked, blinking at the unfamiliar face. What was a Dragon Girl doing here in the most boring city in the States? Click to expand... The moment Veronica opened the door Era felt her heart racing. Seeing the Veronica in front of her in the flesh was like a dream came true. The dragon girl mover forward, blushing profusely." Veronica, it's been so long... I finally came for you!" She said, stepping forward to embrace her future mate. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Her Fated One had opened the door! Without waiting another moment, Shirt latched onto Veronica's leg. Hello, Fated One! Click to expand... "Huh?" Veronica looked down to see the white kitty latching onto her leg like she was its owner. How odd...she never owned a cat or even a dog before, but why was this one kitty so affectionate towards her? Actually, now that she thought about it, there was something familiar about this cat...Oh, well. It was cute. Maybe it belonged to the dragon girl- Stayed said: ↑ The moment Veronica opened the door Era felt her heart racing. Seeing the Veronica in front of her in the flesh was like a dream came true. The dragon girl mover forward, blushing profusely. "Veronica, it's been so long... I finally came for you!" She said, stepping forward to embrace her future mate. Click to expand... "Wait...HUH!?" Veronica yelped as the dragon girl suddenly embraced her, hugging her like they were long-lost lovers." Wh-What...?! W-Who are you? What do you mean you came for me? How do you know my name and why are you hugging me!?" Veronica questioned, trying to separate herself from the dragon's grasp. To say that she was confused would be the understatement of the century. Stayed said: ↑ The moment Veronica opened the door Era felt her heart racing. Seeing the Veronica in front of her in the flesh was like a dream came true. The dragon girl mover forward, blushing profusely. "Veronica, it's been so long... I finally came for you!" She said, stepping forward to embrace her future mate. Click to expand... DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Huh?" Veronica looked down to see the white kitty latching onto her leg like she was its owner. How odd...she never owned a cat or even a dog before, but why was this one kitty so affectionate towards her? Actually, now that she thought about it, there was something familiar about this cat... Oh, well. It was cute. Maybe it belonged to the dragon girl- "Wait...HUH!?" Veronica yelped as the dragon girl suddenly embraced her, hugging her like they were long-lost lovers. "What...?! W-Who are you? What do you mean you came for me? How do you know my name and why are you hugging me!?" Veronica questioned, trying to separate herself from the dragon's grasp. To say that she was confused would be the understatement of the century. Click to expand... Huh? What was the odd lizard girl doing to her Fated One? Was she trying to attack her? Unacceptable! Shiro quickly became humanoid and batted at weird woman's legs, mewling, "My Fated One! Stay away!" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Wait...HUH!?" Veronica yelped as the dragon girl suddenly embraced her, hugging her like they were long-lost lovers. "What...?! W-Who are you? What do you mean you came for me? How do you know my name and why are you hugging me!?" Veronica questioned, trying to separate herself from the dragon's grasp. Click to expand... Era tightened her hug, not letting Veronica pull back, "It's me, Quetzalcoatl. Don't you remember? We were promised to be together when we grow up!" She spoke, gazing at Veronica's eyes from inches away, still blushing from embarrassment, yet she knew that she had to be brave in front of the girl she loved and-Suddenly she felt something hitting her leg, and she looked down to see a strange Batgirl where the cat used to be. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Huh? What was the odd lizard girl doing to her Fated One? Was she trying to attack her? Unacceptable! Shirt quickly became humanoid and batted at weird woman's legs, mewling, "My Fated One! Stay away!" Click to expand... "Gas!" The dragon girl yelped in surprised and broke the hug with Veronica, turning around to the Batgirl while making sure to stand between them."You-What do you mean by 'your fated one'?" She asked, her eyes narrowing, "Veronica is mine!" Stayed said: ↑ Era tightened her hug, not letting Veronica pull back, "It's me, Quetzalcoatl. Don't you remember? We were promised to be together when we grow up!" She spoke, gazing at Veronica's eyes from inches away, still blushing from embarrassment, yet she knew that she had to be brave in front of the girl she loved and-Suddenly she felt something hitting her leg, and she looked down to see a strange Batgirl where the cat used to be. Click to expand... "Eliza what now!? And what do you mean!? Who promised us!?" Veronica demanded to know who set her up as she kept trying to pull away. Who even was this dragon girl!? Hold on... Could she be that one dragon she met in Africa all those years ago? But it couldn't be... TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Huh? What was the odd lizard girl doing to her Fated One? Was she trying to attack her? Unacceptable! Shirt quickly became humanoid and batted at weird woman's legs, mewling, "My Fated One! Stay away!" Click to expand... Her thoughts were silenced as the cat clinging to her legs had suddenly transformed...into a cat girl!?" W-What is going on here!?" "Gas!" The dragon girl yelped in surprised and broke the hug with Veronica, turning around to the Batgirl while making sure to stand between them. "You-What do you mean by 'your fated one'?" She asked, her eyes narrowing, "Veronica is mine!" Click to expand... The moment the hug was broken, Veronica swiftly retreated back into her humble abode, slamming the front door shut and locking it." W-What is this all about!? Who even are those two and why me!?" She panted behind the door, keeping her body pressed up against it to block those two from entering. Stayed said: ↑ Era tightened her hug, not letting Veronica pull back, "It's me, Quetzalcoatl. Don't you remember? We were promised to be together when we grow up!" She spoke, gazing at Veronica's eyes from inches away, still blushing from embarrassment, yet she knew that she had to be brave in front of the girl she loved and-Suddenly she felt something hitting her leg, and she looked down to see a strange Batgirl where the cat used to be. "Gas!" The dragon girl yelped in surprised and broke the hug with Veronica, turning around to the Batgirl while making sure to stand between them. "You-What do you mean by 'your fated one'?" She asked, her eyes narrowing, "Veronica is mine!" Click to expand... DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Eliza what now!? And what do you mean!? Who promised us!?" Veronica demanded to know who set her up as she kept trying to pull away. Who even was this dragon girl!? Hold on... Could she be that one dragon she met in Africa all those years ago? But it couldn't be... Her thoughts were silenced as the cat clinging to her legs had suddenly transformed...into a cat girl!? "W-What is going on here!?" The moment the hug was broken, Veronica swiftly retreated back into her humble abode, slamming the front door shut and locking it. "W-What is this all about!? Who even are those two and why me!?" She panted behind the door, keeping her body pressed up against it to block those two from entering. Click to expand... Before Shirt could confront her challenger, Fated One retreated into her home! Oh, no!" Please let me in," she mewled pitifully at the door while glaring at the girl with claws. DrZero7114 said: ↑ The moment the hug was broken, Veronica swiftly retreated back into her humble abode, slamming the front door shut and locking it. "W-What is this all about!? Who even are those two and why me!?" She panted behind the door, keeping her body pressed up against it to block those two from entering. Click to expand... "Whey-?" Era heard Veronica step back and slam the door shut, which almost felt as a physical blow to her. Did Veronica really forget her? Did she not want to see her? She then heard the lock being turned, and that felt as if Veronica just twisted the knife she stabbed into Era's heart. The dragon girl recoiled, turning back to the door with a wide-eyed stare as her dream was shattered right in front of her. The dragon girl fell to her knees, tears trailing down her cheeks. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Before Shirt could confront her challenger, Fated One retreated into her home! Oh, no! "Please let me in," she mewled pitifully at the door while glaring at the girl with claws. Click to expand... A part of her wanted to yell at the Batgirl, to glare back at her or even straight out attack her, but she knew that the blame was on her. Somehow, she's disappointing Veronica, somehow, she made the human girl push her away." Please, Veronica... Please, don't leave me out here..." She pleaded, crying beside the Batgirl. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Before Shirt could confront her challenger, Fated One retreated into her home! Oh, no! "Please let me in," she mewled pitifully at the door while glaring at the girl with claws. Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "Whey-?" Era heard Veronica step back and slam the door shut, which almost felt as a physical blow to her. Did Veronica really forget her? Did she not want to see her? She then heard the lock being turned, and that felt as if Veronica just twisted the knife she stabbed into Era's heart. The dragon girl recoiled, turning back to the door with a wide-eyed stare as her dream was shattered right in front of her. The dragon girl fell to her knees, tears trailing down her cheeks. A part of her wanted to yell at the Batgirl, to glare back at her or even straight out attack her, but she knew that the blame was on her. Somehow, she's disappointing Veronica, somehow, she made the human girl push her away. "Please, Veronica... Please, don't leave me out here..." She pleaded, crying beside the Batgirl. Click to expand... At their pleading, Veronica looked out through the peephole on her door, looking at the two strange girls that had invaded her life and made her Friday night too strange for her....Oh, god...is that dragon girl crying? And that cat girl looked so sad... Now she felt like such a jerk for slamming her door in their faces... But come on! They show up at her front door just out of the blue! Calling her things like Fated One and saying that she was promised to them, and they just expect her to welcome them in with open arms!? That's not how this works! That's not how any of this works!... But she still felt like a jerk..."... Explain yourselves, right now!" Veronica shouted loud enough from behind the protection of her door that they could hear her, "I want the full story from both of you! After that, I'll think about letting you two in!" There. She deserved to know that much from them. DrZero7114 said: ↑ At their pleading, Veronica looked out through the peephole on her door, looking at the two strange girls that had invaded her life and made her Friday night too strange for her. ... Oh, god...is that dragon girl crying? And that cat girl looked so sad... Now she felt like such a jerk for slamming her door in their faces... But come on! They show up at her front door just out of the blue! Calling her things like Fated One and saying that she was promised to them, and they just expect her to welcome them in with open arms!? That's not how this works! That's not how any of this works! ... But she still felt like a jerk... "... Explain yourselves, right now!" Veronica shouted loud enough from behind the protection of her door that they could hear her, "I want the full story from both of you! After that, I'll think about letting you two in!" There. She deserved to know that much from them. Click to expand... "Fated One doesn't remember?" Shirt teared up in despair, "I was but a small Princess, leading my many subjects, when you came along, Fated One... and stole my innocence." She blushed hard as she remembered the feeling of Fated One's fingers running through her fur, the wonderful sensation of being gently scratched around the ears! Fated One had ruined her for all others! DrZero7114 said: ↑ "... Explain yourselves, right now!" Veronica shouted loud enough from behind the protection of her door that they could hear her, "I want the full story from both of you! After that, I'll think about letting you two in!" There. She deserved to know that much from them. Click to expand... Era wiped off the tears from her eyes and looked up towards the peephole, with both renewed hope and trepidation." We met before, Veronica. You visited my tribe, and we made a promise that I'll come and find you once we are old enough," Era recounted the way she remembered the encounter. "I prepare all this time for you... I didn't think that you-that you'll forget me!" Tears once again started forming in the corners of her eyes and the pitiful dragon girl did her best not to cry again in front of the close door, not with a high degree of success. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "Fated One doesn't remember?" Shirt teared up in despair, "I was but a small Princess, leading my many subjects, when you came along, Fated One... and stole my innocence." She blushed hard as she remembered the feeling of Fated One's fingers running through her fur, the wonderful sensation of being gently scratched around the ears! Fated One had ruined her for all others! Click to expand... "... Wow. You make it sound like I stole your virginity..." Veronica said through the other side of the door, blushing a bit. She thinks she would know if she did it with a cat girl (She's not a furry!). Hell, if she did it with anybody! She was still a virgin herself (and she really wasn't all that worried about it). Still...while the cat girl herself wasn't all that familiar, her white kitty cat form rang some bells..."... Are you that cute white stray cat that I petted in the back alley of that teriyaki place?" She asked, remembering how she petted that cute, fluffy stray cat. She particularly liked getting scratched behind her ears... Stayed said: ↑ Era wiped off the tears from her eyes and looked up towards the peephole, with both renewed hope and trepidation. "We met before, Veronica. You visited my tribe, and we made a promise that I'll come and find you once we are old enough," Era recounted the way she remembered the encounter. "I prepare all this time for you... I didn't think that you-that you'll forget me!" Tears once again started forming in the corners of her eyes and the pitiful dragon girl did her best not to cry again in front of the close door, not with a high degree of success. Click to expand... And this one..."Oh, god... Are you that dragon girl I meet when I was just a kid? The one who let me touch her tail?" She asked, recalling her earlier visit to Africa so long ago. That was such a long time ago... How did this dragon remember her for so long!? DrZero7114 said: ↑ "... Wow. You make it sound like I stole your virginity..." Veronica said through the other side of the door, blushing a bit. She thinks she would know if she did it with a cat girl (She's not a furry!). Hell, if she did it with anybody! She was still a virgin herself (and she really wasn't all that worried about it). Still...while the cat girl herself wasn't all that familiar, her white kitty cat form rang some bells... "... Are you that cute white stray cat that I petted in the back alley of that teriyaki place?" She asked, remembering how she petted that cute, fluffy stray cat. She particularly liked getting scratched behind her ears... Click to expand... "You do remember me, Fated One!" Shirt mewled happily, joy blooming in her chest, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you touched me!" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Oh god... Are you that dragon girl I meet when I was just a kid? The one who let me touch her tail?" She asked, recalling her earlier visit to Africa so long ago. That was such a long time ago... How did this dragon remember her for so long!? Click to expand... Era blushed at the memory, "Yes, I am!" She spoke, happy that Veronica did see to remember her, if only dimly. Still, she wasn't going to give up on her. If Veronica didn't remember much, then they would just need to make more memories together!" Please, Veronica. Let me in..." The dragon girl pleaded as she started desperately scratching at the door with her claws, causing noise and leaving scratch marks on the door. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "You do remember me, Fated One!" Shirt mewled happily, joy blooming in her chest, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you touched me!" Click to expand... "Jesus... Stop making it sound like we had sex! I just scratched behind your ears and stroked your soft, fluffy fur!" Veronica shouted, blushing even more now. Stayed said: ↑ Era blushed at the memory, "Yes, I am!" She spoke, happy that Veronica did see to remember her, if only dimly. Still, she wasn't going to give up on her. If Veronica didn't remember much, then they would just need to make more memories together! "Please, Veronica. Let me in..." The dragon girl pleaded as she started desperately scratching at the door with her claws, causing noise and leaving scratch marks on the door. Click to expand... "AAAA! Don't scratch my door! They're going to make me pay for that!" Veronica panicked, fumbling to unlock the door. DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Jesus... Stop making it sound like we had sex! I just scratched behind your ears and stroked your soft, fluffy fur!" Veronica shouted, blushing even more now. Click to expand... "Fated One, you remember how you touched me!" Shirt purred as Veronica unlocked the door, pushing her way in and rubbing her furry head against Fated One's arms, "I'm so happy!" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "AAAA! Don't scratch my door! They're going to make me pay for that!" Veronica panicked, fumbling to unlock the door. Click to expand... "Veronicaaaaa!" The crying dragon girl yelled, rushing forwards and grabbing the human girl in a bear hug, as if Veronica would disappear if she would leave her again." Don't worry, I'll show you how much of a good mate I am. I have prepared a long time for this, and I'm not giving up on you!" She said passionately to Veronica, before looking down at the Batgirl and growling protectively. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "Fated One, you remember how you touched me!" Shirt purred as Veronica unlocked the door, pushing her way in and rubbing her furry head against Fated One's arms, "I'm so happy!" Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "Veronicaaaaa!" The crying dragon girl yelled, rushing forwards and grabbing the human girl in a bear hug, as if Veronica would disappear if she would leave her again. "Don't worry, I'll show you how much of a good mate I am. I have prepared a long time for this, and I'm not giving up on you!" She said passionately to Veronica, before looking down at the Batgirl and growling protectively. Click to expand... As soon as she unlocked her door to tell the dragon to stop destroying her property, the dragon and cat girl both came at the poor human before she could react." I've official just lost control of my life..." Veronica laminated under her breath as the dragon hugged her and the kitty nuzzled her arm, calling her their fated one and mate again. Fridays aren't supposed to go like this... Stayed said: ↑ "Veronicaaaaa!" The crying dragon girl yelled, rushing forwards and grabbing the human girl in a bear hug, as if Veronica would disappear if she would leave her again. "Don't worry, I'll show you how much of a good mate I am. I have prepared a long time for this, and I'm not giving up on you!" She said passionately to Veronica, before looking down at the Batgirl and growling protectively. Click to expand... Shirt hissed at the dragon girl. She couldn't have Fated One! Whose name was apparently Veronica. DrZero7114 said: ↑ As soon as she unlocked her door to tell the dragon to stop destroying her property, the dragon and cat girl both came at the poor human before she could react. "I have official just lost control of my life..." Veronica laminated under her breath as the dragon hugged her and the kitty nuzzled her arm, calling her their fated one and mate again. Fridays aren't supposed to go like this... Click to expand... "Don't worry, Fated One Veronica!" Shirt purred, "Everything is better now that I'm here!" DrZero7114 said: ↑ As soon as she unlocked her door to tell the dragon to stop destroying her property, the dragon and cat girl both came at the poor human before she could react. "I have official just lost control of my life..." Veronica laminated under her breath as the dragon hugged her and the kitty nuzzled her arm, calling her their fated one and mate again. Fridays aren't supposed to go like this... Click to expand... Era nuzzled her face against the shorter girl's hair, enjoying Veronica's smell and feeling of holding her loved one in her arms. The situation was almost perfect. Almost... TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Shirt hissed at the dragon girl. She couldn't have Fated One! Whose name was apparently Veronica. "Don't worry, Fated One Veronica!" Shirt purred, "Everything is better now that I'm here!" Click to expand... Era tried to nudge Shirt away from Veronica with her scales-covered leg." Everything would be even better if you leave, Veronica doesn't need you, she has me!" TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Shirt hissed at the dragon girl. She couldn't have Fated One! Whose name was apparently Veronica. "Don't worry, Fated One Veronica!" Shirt purred, "Everything is better now that I'm here!" Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ Era nuzzled her face against the shorter girl's hair, enjoying Veronica's smell and feeling of holding her loved one in her arms. The situation was almost perfect. Almost... Era tried to nudge Shirt away from Veronica with her scales-covered leg. "Everything would be even better if you leave, Veronica doesn't need you, she has me!" Click to expand... "Please don't fight..." Veronica said in a voice that could only be described as shattered hopes and dreams while they both nuzzled and fought for her,"There's been enough property damage... My wallet can't take anymore..." DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Please don't fight..." Veronica said in a voice that could only be described as shattered hopes and dreams while they both nuzzled and fought for her,"There's been enough property damage... My wallet can't take anymore..." Click to expand... "... Okay," Shirt focused on cuddling Veronica, "If it makes you happy! After all, you are my Fated One!" Her Fated One. Not dragon girl's. DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Please don't fight..." Veronica said in a voice that could only be described as shattered hopes and dreams Click to expand... "Oh-" Era blushed in embarrassment as she understood she upset Veronica, "Alright, Veronica." TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "... Okay," Shirt focused on cuddling Veronica, "If it makes you happy! After all, you are my Fated One!" Her Fated One. Not dragon girl's. Click to expand... As much as Era wanted to report against Shirt verbally, she knew that Veronica wouldn't like that. And so she fought by trying to judge Shirt away, trying to claim Veronica's hug for herself. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "... Okay," Shirt focused on cuddling Veronica, "If it makes you happy! After all, you are my Fated One!" Her Fated One. Not dragon girl's. Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "Oh-" Era blushed in embarrassment as she understood she upset Veronica, "Alright, Veronica." As much as Era wanted to report against Shirt verbally, she knew that Veronica wouldn't like that. And so she fought by trying to judge Shirt away, trying to claim Veronica's hug for herself. Click to expand... Well... At least they weren't fighting anymore. So she doesn't have to worry about having to pay that much. Hopefully..." Can... Can we go inside?" She asked as both cat and dragon cuddled her affectionately right in plain view for other people to see. Her pervy next door neighbor would kill to see this. And also... "And there's still so many questions I need answered..." DrZero7114 said: ↑ Well... At least they weren't fighting anymore. So she doesn't have to worry about having to pay that much. Hopefully... "Can... Can we go inside?" She asked as both cat and dragon cuddled her affectionately right in plain view for other people to see. Her pervy next door neighbor would kill to see this. And also... "And there's still so many questions I need answered..." Click to expand... "Anything for Fated One!" Shirt happily went inside, marveling at everything. So many shiny things! So clean! Then she saw a cup on the table. A glass cup. She'd have to knock that down later. DrZero7114 said: ↑ Well... At least they weren't fighting anymore. So she doesn't have to worry about having to pay that much. Hopefully... "Can... Can we go inside?" She asked as both cat and dragon cuddled her affectionately right in plain view for other people to see. Her pervy next door neighbor would kill to see this. And also... "And there's still so many questions I need answered..." Click to expand... "Okay..." Era reluctantly let go of Veronica (but only after Shirt did) and stepped into the apartment hesitantly, looking around her with awe." So this is where you live," She started walking around the apartment and taking in the sights. While the apartment wasn't objectively impressive, the fact that Veronica lived there meant that it looked special to Era. She went around the apartment, sniffing the air to mark Veronica's scent into her mind. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "Anything for Fated One!" Shirt happily went inside, marveling at everything. So many shiny things! So clean! Then she saw a cup on the table. A glass cup. She'd have to knock that down later. Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "Okay..." Era reluctantly let go of Veronica (but only after Shirt did) and stepped into the apartment hesitantly, looking around her with awe. "So this is where you live," She started walking around the apartment and taking in the sights. While the apartment wasn't objectively impressive, the fact that Veronica lived there meant that it looked special to Era. She went around the apartment, sniffing the air to mark Veronica's scent into her mind. Click to expand... "Yes... This is my humble, comfortable home," Veronica sighed as both home wreckers wandered around inside. She was supposed to be napping right now, not giving the grand tour of her apartment to these two, "Which reminds me... How did you two even know where I live?" The cat is probably much easier to answer since that teriyaki place isn't too far from here but Era... She was sure she didn't tell her where her parents lived when they were kids. How did she find her after she moved out? DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Yes... This is my humble, comfortable home," Veronica sighed as both home wreckers wandered around inside. She was supposed to be napping right now, not giving the grand tour of her apartment to these two, "Which reminds me... How did you two even know where I live?" The cat is probably much easier to answer since that teriyaki place isn't too far from here but Era... She was sure she didn't tell her where her parents lived when they were kids. How did she find her after she moved out? Click to expand... "I followed you, Fated One Veronica!" Shirt explained as she sat down on one of the dining room chairs, "After I grew up, I kept watch for you, until one day I saw you leave the restaurant! Then I followed you here!" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Yes... This is my humble, comfortable home," Veronica sighed as both home wreckers wandered around inside. She was supposed to be napping right now, not giving the grand tour of her apartment to these two, "Which reminds me... How did you two even know where I live?" Click to expand... "Oh, I visited the dragon tribe's embassy, and they helped me find you using some kind of internal-net or something like that," She shrugged before picking up one of Veronica's shirts, pressing it to her nose and sniffing it, visibly enjoying the aroma. Stayed said: ↑ "Oh, I visited the dragon tribe's embassy, and they helped me find you using some kind of internal-net or something like that," She shrugged before picking up one of Veronica's shirts, pressing it to her nose and sniffing it, visibly enjoying the aroma. Click to expand... "... I hate Facebook..." Veronica muttered under her breath, cursing the social media service her parents pressured her to get and hardly ever used. It's probably the reason she got found by Era (since she hardly had an internet presence other than that)." And don't sniff my clothes! It's weird and uncomfortable to me!" She complained, getting a bit red in embarrassment from that. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "I followed you, Fated One Veronica!" Shirt explained as she sat down on one of the dining room chairs, "After I grew up, I kept watch for you, until one day I saw you leave the restaurant! Then I followed you here!" Click to expand... See, now that one was easy enough to figure out. She did really like that teriyaki place...and it explained they weird feeling of someone following her last time she went. Hold on a second..." Did... Did you say after you grew up? I didn't pet you that long ago... How old are you?" She asked. DrZero7114 said: ↑ See, now that one was easy enough to figure out. She did really like that teriyaki place...and it explained they weird feeling of someone following her last time she went. Hold on a second... "Did... Did you say after you grew up? I didn't pet you that long ago... How old are you?" She asked. Click to expand... "One year, as of a few days ago!" Shirt beamed proudly, "I'm all grown up now, Fated One! I saved myself for you!" Truly, she was so mature! DrZero7114 said: ↑ "And don't sniff my clothes! It's weird and uncomfortable to me!" She complained, getting a bit red in embarrassment from that. Click to expand... "But you smell nice..." Eris aid before returning the shirt to its place reluctantly. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "One year, as of a few days ago!" Shirt beamed proudly, "I'm all grown up now, Fated One! I saved myself for you!" Truly, she was so mature! Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "But you smell nice..." Eris aid before returning the shirt to its place reluctantly. Click to expand... "..."She's...only a year old...and she wants her to be her fated one or mate or something... Just... A year...old...... Veronica's whole body trembled as she slowly went to her couch and sat down, saying, "... I'm going to go to jail before this all over, aren't I...?" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "..." She's...only a year old...and she wants her to be her fated one or mate or something... Just... A year...old... ... Veronica's whole body trembled as she slowly went to her couch and sat down, saying, "... I'm going to go to jail before this all over, aren't I...?" Click to expand... Shirt padded over and licked Veronica on the cheek, mewling, "Everything is all right now that I'm here!" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "..." She's...only a year old...and she wants her to be her fated one or mate or something... Just... A year...old... ... Veronica's whole body trembled as she slowly went to her couch and sat down, saying, "... I'm going to go to jail before this all over, aren't I...?" Click to expand... Era sat near Veronica, her left wing extending to cover Veronica's back like a sort-of blanket." Don't worry, if you ever go to jail I'll break you out, and we will run away," She said, thinking that it would make Veronica feel better." I know how to hunt and survive in the wilderness, so all you'll need to do is let me take care of you!" Era stuttered a bit as she finished the sentence, her mind already imagining running away with Veronica together, giving her food, cuddling during the night for body heat and carrying Veronica in her arms whenever she would get too tired. Eri became lost in her own little world, her face blushing crimson as she daydreamed about the future they could have. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Shirt padded over and licked Veronica on the cheek, mewling, "Everything is all right now that I'm here!" Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ Era sat near Veronica, her left wing extending to cover Veronica's back like a sort-of blanket. "Don't worry, if you ever go to jail I'll break you out, and we will run away," She said, thinking that it would make Veronica feel better. "I know how to hunt and survive in the wilderness, so all you'll need to do is let me take care of you!" Era stuttered a bit as she finished the sentence, her mind already imagining running away with Veronica together, giving her food, cuddling during the night for body heat and carrying Veronica in her arms whenever she would get too tired. Era became lost in her own little world, her face blushing crimson as she daydreamed about the future they could have. Click to expand... Veronica blushed deeply as Shirt licked her cheek while Era extended her wing to cover her back. Ah... No one has ever treated her like this... Sure, guys have flirted with her before, but those never went anywhere, and she just wasn't used to anyone being this...affectionate to her. Oh, god, why is this having such an effect on her?" Ugh... I'm going to go jail, live off the land and everyone is going to think I'm a furry..." She muttered, still blushing as she buried her face into her hands. DrZero7114 said: ↑ Veronica blushed deeply as Shirt licked her cheek while Era extended her wing to cover her back. Ah... No one has ever treated her like this... Sure, guys have flirted with her before, but those never went anywhere, and she just wasn't used to anyone being this...affectionate to her. Oh, god, why is this having such an effect on her? "Ugh... I'm going to go jail, live off the land and everyone is going to think I'm a furry..." She muttered, still blushing as she buried her face into her hands. Click to expand... "What's a furry?" Shirt asked curiously, "Is it like my fur?" To emphasize, she purred, pushing her fluffy ears up against Veronica's forehead. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "What's a furry?" Shirt asked curiously, "Is it like my fur?" Click to expand... "She means 'Scala', not 'furry'," Eris aid, trying to sound sure of herself." You don't need to be worried about anything from now on, Veronica!" She turned to Veronica and spoke with an enthusiastic tone, "I'll take care of everything you need!" TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "What's a furry?" Shirt asked curiously, "Is it like my fur?" To emphasize, she purred, pushing her fluffy ears up against Veronica's forehead. Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "She means 'Scala', not 'furry'," Eris aid, trying to sound sure of herself. "You don't need to be worried about anything from now on, Veronica!" She turned to Veronica and spoke with an enthusiastic tone, "I'll take care of everything you need!" Click to expand... "That's not what I-oh never mind..." Veronica shook her head, still holding her head in her hands. Better to not try and explain it to these two... Suddenly, Veronica's stomach started to growl loudly, loud enough for the other two girls to hear. She shot up, blushing immensely, "Aha... Um... You guys hungry? I was planning on going to buy some In-n-out for dinner..." How embarrassing... DrZero7114 said: ↑ "That's not what I-oh never mind..." Veronica shook her head, still holding her head in her hands. Better to not try and explain it to these two... Suddenly, Veronica's stomach started to growl loudly, loud enough for the other two girls to hear. She shot up, blushing immensely, "Aha... Um... You guys hungry? I was planning on going to buy some In-n-out for dinner..." How embarrassing... Click to expand... "I can make you dinner!" Shirt volunteered enthusiastically. Here it was! Her chance to impress Fated One! DrZero7114 said: ↑ "That's not what I-oh never mind..." Veronica shook her head, still holding her head in her hands. Better to not try and explain it to these two... Suddenly, Veronica's stomach started to growl loudly, loud enough for the other two girls to hear. She shot up, blushing immensely, "Aha... Um... You guys hungry? I was planning on going to buy some In-n-out for dinner..." How embarrassing... Click to expand... Era's face brightened, Veronica needed something from her. She was about to reply when she heard the Batgirl speak first. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "I can make you dinner!" Shirt volunteered enthusiastically. Here it was! Her chance to impress Fated One! Click to expand... The dragon girl turned to Shirt and growled, "No, I will be the one to make her dinner!" She declared, not wanting to let the cat girl steal her chance to impress Veronica. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "I can make you dinner!" Shirt volunteered enthusiastically. Here it was! Her chance to impress Fated One! Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ Era's face brightened, Veronica needed something from her. She was about to reply when she heard the Batgirl speak first. The dragon girl turned to Shirt and growled, "No, I will be the one to make her dinner!" She declared, not wanting to let the cat girl steal her chance to impress Veronica. Click to expand... ... Ah... These two aren't going to let her order in-n-out, are they? Shame... She was so looking forward to it too... Those burgers are to die for... A-Anyways, it's best to resolve this conflict before it got out of hand and more property damage is caused as a result." Why... Why don't you both make me dinner?" Veronica ventured, grinning sheepishly at them. She had a feeling that she was going to regret those words... Stayed said: ↑ Era's face brightened, Veronica needed something from her. She was about to reply when she heard the Batgirl speak first. The dragon girl turned to Shirt and growled, "No, I will be the one to make her dinner!" She declared, not wanting to let the cat girl steal her chance to impress Veronica. Click to expand... "No, I will," Shirt's tail lashed in irritation, "What will you bring her, lizard? Bugs?" DrZero7114 said: ↑ ... Ah... These two aren't going to let her order in-n-out, are they? Shame... She was so looking forward to it too... Those burgers are to die for... A-Anyways, it's best to resolve this conflict before it got out of hand and more property damage is caused as a result. "Why... Why don't you both make me dinner?" Veronica ventured, grinning sheepishly at them. She had a feeling that she was going to regret those words... Click to expand... "A duel then?" Shirt stared down Era, "The one to make the best dinner for Fated One Veronica wins, AMD has claim to her?" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Why... Why don't you both make me dinner?" Veronica ventured, grinning sheepishly at them. Click to expand... "Alright!" Era declared, enthusiastic about being able to prove herself to Veronica. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "No, I will," Shirt's tail lashed in irritation, "What will you bring her, lizard? Bugs?" "A duel then?" Shirt stared down Era, "The one to make the best dinner for Fated One Veronica wins, AMD has claim to her?" Click to expand... The dragon girl narrowed her eyes at Shirt, but she was smiling as she heard the Batgirl's challenge." Hmph, if I only need to best you at hunting for you to leave, then so be it. I will make the best dinner for Veronica!" TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "No, I will," Shirt's tail lashed in irritation, "What will you bring her, lizard? Bugs?" "A duel then?" Shirt stared down Era, "The one to make the best dinner for Fated One Veronica wins, AMD has claim to her?" Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "Alright!" Era declared, enthusiastic about being able to prove herself to Veronica. The dragon girl narrowed her eyes at Shirt, but she was smiling as she heard the Batgirl's challenge. "Hmph, if I only need to best you at hunting for you to leave, then so be it. I will make the best dinner for Veronica!" Click to expand... "H-Hey!" Veronica cut in, shouting angrily, "I'm not some prize to be claimed in a cooking competition! I'm a person with thoughts and feelings! One for those feelings just so happens to be hunger!" She turned and said to Era, huffing, "T-There's no need to hunt! I have a fully stocked fridge if you want to make something!" Plus, there really isn't all that much game around here. Except Coyotes. There's quite a few of them hanging around. DrZero7114 said: ↑ "H-Hey!" Veronica cut in, shouting angrily, "I'm not some prize to be claimed in a cooking competition! I'm a person with thoughts and feelings! One for those feelings just so happens to be hunger!" She turned and said to Era, huffing, "T-There's no need to hunt! I have a fully stocked fridge if you want to make something!" Plus, there really isn't all that much game around here. Except Coyotes. There's quite a few of them hanging around. Click to expand... "Do you have chicken?" Shirt asked excitedly. She knew how to make the best teriyaki! Once she'd listened in through a window when the head chef was teaching a newbie! DrZero7114 said: ↑ "H-Hey!" Veronica cut in, shouting angrily, "I'm not some prize to be claimed in a cooking competition! I'm a person with thoughts and feelings! One for those feelings just so happens to be hunger!" She turned and said to Era, huffing, "T-There's no need to hunt! I have a fully stocked fridge if you want to make something!" Click to expand... "Huh!?" Era was surprised. Hunting and preparing food was a very standard way to prove herself to a potential mate. It must be a human thing. Still, she wasn't going to give up. Even if she wasn't going to compete with her strengths, Era was sure that she could impress Veronica. There was just one thing she needed to figure out for that..." Eh... What's a fridge?" She asked, looking at Veronica with curiosity. TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "Do you have chicken?" Shirt asked excitedly. She knew how to make the best teriyaki! Once she'd listened in through a window when the head chef was teaching a newbie! Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "Huh!?" Era was surprised. Hunting and preparing food was a very standard way to prove herself to a potential mate. It must be a human thing. Still, she wasn't going to give up. Even if she wasn't going to compete with her strengths, Era was sure that she could impress Veronica. There was just one thing she needed to figure out for that... "Eh... What's a fridge?" She asked, looking at Veronica with curiosity. Click to expand... "... You don't know what a fridge is...?" Veronica stared at Era with a blank face. The very idea of not knowing what an almost mandatory part of the house... It was inconceivable to her. Must be a dragon thing... Pointing towards the white refrigerator in the kitchen behind her, Veronica explained to Era "That... Is a fridge. It perseveres food." Glancing to Shirt, she nodded, "Yeah, there's some chicken in there." Stayed said: ↑ "Huh!?" Era was surprised. Hunting and preparing food was a very standard way to prove herself to a potential mate. It must be a human thing. Still, she wasn't going to give up. Even if she wasn't going to compete with her strengths, Era was sure that she could impress Veronica. There was just one thing she needed to figure out for that... "Eh... What's a fridge?" She asked, looking at Veronica with curiosity. Click to expand... DrZero7114 said: ↑ "... You don't know what a fridge is...?" Veronica stared at Era with a blank face. The very idea of not knowing what an almost mandatory part of the house... It was inconceivable to her. Must be a dragon thing... Pointing towards the white refrigerator in the kitchen behind her, Veronica explained to Era "That... Is a fridge. It perseveres food." Glancing to Shirt, she nodded, "Yeah, there's some chicken in there." Click to expand... "Yay!" Shirt pranced over to the fridge and tried to open it. She had some trouble with the handle at first, but figured it out. She stared at the small interior, looking back to Veronica and commenting, "The restaurant had a huge one! A whole room!" DrZero7114 said: ↑ "... You don't know what a fridge is...?" Veronica stared at Era with a blank face. The very idea of not knowing what an almost mandatory part of the house... It was inconceivable to her. Must be a dragon thing... Pointing towards the white refrigerator in the kitchen behind her, Veronica explained to Era "That... Is a fridge. It perseveres food." Click to expand... "Ohhhhhhhhh," Eris aid as she approached the fridge which Shirt opened. She immediately started pulling out vegetables and cutting them with her claws, intending to start out by making a salad to Veronica! After doing that, she would rummage through the fridge before pulling out some chicken. The dragon girl then proceeded to cook the chicken by breathing fire over it while holding it up in the air, seemingly without her claw affected by the fire. Of course, she didn't use lots of fire (as she didn't want to accidentally set something in fire). TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ "Yay!" Shirt pranced over to the fridge and tried to open it. She had some trouble with the handle at first, but figured it out. She stared at the small interior, looking back to Veronica and commenting, "The restaurant had a huge one! A whole room!" Click to expand... Stayed said: ↑ "Ohhhhhhhhh," Eris aid as she approached the fridge which Shirt opened. She immediately started pulling out vegetables and cutting them with her claws, intending to start out by making a salad to Veronica! After doing that, she would rummage through the fridge before pulling out some chicken. The dragon girl then proceeded to cook the chicken by breathing fire over it while holding it up in the air, seemingly without her claw affected by the fire. Of course, she didn't use lots of fire (as she didn't want to accidentally set something in fire). Click to expand... "Yeah, my fridge is much smaller than those," Veronica replied to Shirt as the cat rummaged through her fridge. She peeked out from the entrance way, cautiously watching the two girls work on dinner. She externally started to freak out once Era started to cook the chicken by breathing fire on it. W-What a flamethrower! Thankfully, she didn't seem to be putting too much force into her fiery breath.... Veroinca made a mental note of where the fire extinguisher was outside. Just in case... Stayed said: ↑ "Ohhhhhhhhh," Eris aid as she approached the fridge which Shirt opened. She immediately started pulling out vegetables and cutting them with her claws, intending to start out by making a salad to Veronica! After doing that, she would rummage through the fridge before pulling out some chicken. The dragon girl then proceeded to cook the chicken by breathing fire over it while holding it up in the air, seemingly without her claw affected by the fire. Of course, she didn't use lots of fire (as she didn't want to accidentally set something in fire). Click to expand... DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Yeah, my fridge is much smaller than those," Veronica replied to Shirt as the cat rummaged through her fridge. She peeked out from the entrance way, cautiously watching the two girls work on dinner. She externally started to freak out once Era started to cook the chicken by breathing fire on it. W-What a flamethrower! Thankfully, she didn't seem to be putting too much force into her fiery breath. ... Veronica made a mental note of where the fire extinguisher was outside. Just in case... Click to expand... Shirt pulled out some chicken breast and began grilling it on the stove with some garlic and oil. She occasionally put some seasoning atop. Quickly running off to the side, she prepared some rice on quick cook before going back and flipping her chicken. Once it was ready, she put it on a cutting board and began delicately slicing it with a knife. She'd learned well from the cooks at the restaurant! When they let her watch, of course. Having a stray in the kitchen wasn't good for health inspections, and she was mostly there to mooch scraps anyway. The teriyaki sauce was all ready, but the rice wasn't. Rice took a long time to make! She stood in front of the cooker, fidgeting nervously while mewling softly occasionally at it in frustration. Era eventually finished preparing her (rather simple) meal. It was mostly a cooked chicken with some chopped vegetables on the side. Only after she stole glances at the dish Shirt was making she started to lose confidence in her meal-making skills. Still, she was sure that she wasn't going to lose to the Batgirl, love was the most important ingredient in a meal, after all! DrZero7114 said: ↑ "Yeah, my fridge is much smaller than those," Veronica replied to Shirt as the cat rummaged through her fridge. She peeked out from the entrance way, cautiously watching the two girls work on dinner. She externally started to freak out once Era started to cook the chicken by breathing fire on it. W-What a flamethrower! Thankfully, she didn't seem to be putting too much force into her fiery breath. ... Veronica made a mental note of where the fire extinguisher was outside. Just in case... Click to expand... "I'm done!" Era announced, putting a plate with the dish she made on the table, staring at Veronica proudly. Stayed said: ↑ Era eventually finished preparing her (rather simple) meal. It was mostly a cooked chicken with some chopped vegetables on the side. Only after she stole glances at the dish Shirt was making she started to lose confidence in her meal-making skills. Still, she was sure that she wasn't going to lose to the Batgirl, love was the most important ingredient in a meal, after all! "I'm done!" Era announced, putting a plate with the dish she made on the table, staring at Veronica proudly. Click to expand... Ah, the scaly girl finished her meal first! But the rice wasn't done yet! Shirt was beginning to doubt her skills as a cook. How could she fail to finish making her meal for the woman she loved before her rival finished? Shiro sniffled at the rice cooker, batting at it forlornly. Cook rice, cook... Fated One wouldn't love her otherwise... Stayed said: ↑ Era eventually finished preparing her (rather simple) meal. It was mostly a cooked chicken with some chopped vegetables on the side. Only after she stole glances at the dish Shirt was making she started to lose confidence in her meal-making skills. Still, she was sure that she wasn't going to lose to the Batgirl, love was the most important ingredient in a meal, after all! "I'm done!" Era announced, putting a plate with the dish she made on the table, staring at Veronica proudly. Click to expand... "OOO," Veronica gazed at the cooked chicken Era made for in amazement. Wow. It all looked perfect! Did it taste as good as it looked...? She sat down at the table and took up her utensils, cutting a piece of the chicken up and putting it in her mouth." Mhmm..." Veronica hummed in delight as she ate the chicken. Oh, it tasted wonderful! Just like Mom's cooking did! "This is good, Era! The best I've had since I moved out!" TheBleachDoctor said: ↑ Ah, the scaly girl finished her meal first! But the rice wasn't done yet! Shirt was beginning to doubt her skills as a cook. How could she fail to finish making her meal for the woman she loved before her rival finished? Shirt sniffled at the rice cooker, batting at it forlornly. Cook rice, cook... Fated One wouldn't love her otherwise... Click to expand... Veronica stole a glance into the kitchen, seeing the Batgirl still cooking her dinner. Wait... Is she crying? She can hear the cat sniffling sadly...... Even though Veronica found this competition silly and unneeded, she can see that it is really important to Shirt." D-Don't give up, Shirt! The rice will be done soon, and I'll still eat it even if I'm full!" Veronica cheered on the poor Batgirl. DrZero7114 said: ↑ "MMM..." Veronica hummed in delight as she ate the chicken. Oh, it tasted wonderful! Just like Mom's cooking did! "This is good, Era! The best I've had since I moved out!" Click to expand... Era's face blushed as Veronica complimented the food she made. But her somewhat embarrassed expression was quickly replaced by pride, "Of course it is, a wife has to know how to make lunch, you know." She continued to watch Veronica as she ate, her eyes trailing after the fork and observed it as Veronica took each bite. DrZero7114 said: ↑ Veronica stole a glance into the kitchen, seeing the Batgirl still cooking her dinner. Wait... Is she crying? She can hear the cat sniffling sadly... ... Even though Veronica found this competition silly and unneeded, she can see that it is really important to Shirt. "D-Don't give up, Shirt! The rice will be done soon, and I'll still eat it even if I'm full!" Veronica cheered on the poor Batgirl. Click to expand... Fated One would still eat even if she was full? That made Shirt feel a bit better... The rice cooker dinged. It was done! Excitedly, Shirt opened it up and began spooning rice into a plate, putting the teriyaki alongside it artfully. With an eager expression she placed it next to Veronica. She hoped Fated One liked it!

[NSFW] - Love Complicated|rating:3.0

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His mom and dad weren't all that bad; they tried. Still, most days he went hungry, and he nearly got to the point where all his grades were suffering. The worse he did, the more upset his parents were thinking he would end up in just the same rut as them, and the more shouting there was. All it took was one lamp being chucked during a dispute for someone to finally call child services on the family. He was pulled out halfway through his high school year to live with his older sister Janice. He wasn't sure exactly when it started, but it was so slow coming that he thought it normal until it hit an extreme. During some bullying at school frost covered the area just as they were chucking him into a dumpster. It freaked everyone out enough to scatter, and it was easy enough to say that they backed off enough not to bother him again about it. He never thought he'd ever make friends there; not after that. The more those bastards thought bullying was okay, the more it happened. It was when he met Max that his entire world got flipped on its head; his powers once so out of control and frightening just seemed to settle at the mellow tunes the boy sung in that train station that fateful day. He thought it was the music soothing the beast, but later did he find out that it was actually powers; Max's powers. He became a support structure for him during his situation; and he became a support for Max. They've been through death defying situations together, haunted by the shadows and those that disturbed the streets, and worked together to protect and better each other. They recently got a place of their own and Max was there when he made it to what he figured would be impossible; he became a cop. His dream to help clear the streets of their nightmares was coming true. Max became a teacher cleaning up the streets in his own way by providing children with inspiration and the fuel they needed to get a better education. They both want nothing less than to make a difference, and they would if he had anything to say about it. ● Cytokinesis (Ice Powers) ██████████ The Extras ● ›› Max›› Animals›› Going out for breakfast›› His shows on TV›› Comics›› Showboating›› Hot tea›› Chinese Food (adopted from Max) ● ›› Bees›› Bullies›› Arcades (They just lost their sparkle)›› Fear based video games›› Psycho thrillers›› Condoms (he will never wear one... or need to. ’D) ● Weaknesses: Really, really hot things. As much as he can try to control his temperature and keep himself on homeostasis, he can't keep that up for that long! If you're a fire wielder, he already doesn't like you! (First impressions, man.) Obviously his husband is a pretty big weakness. Bees-- he HATES bees. He'll scream like a little girl around them. Good thing the winter kills all of those suckers off! Gotten a bit cocky lately and too much of that can be detrimental. ┏━ ━┓❝ Rebecca Leigh Harper ❞【 Shotgun Lover 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Becky, Becky ● Student ● Sixteen ● Female ● Heterosexual ● 5' 4" ● 103 lbs ● Blue / Green hues ● Naturally red head, died green ██████████ The Details ● Rebecca grew up a spoiled child, her family wealthy and practically spoon-fed. The high life went from a life of wanting for nothing to a life of perpetual boredom; she collected things that she had no need for and lined her walls with posters and shelves of books and figures. Nothing she seemed to collect seemed to help and often times she found herself laying in the center of it all wondering what it all was for. With so many distractions about she couldn't figure it out. She had the best classes, she had personal tutors for her violin and physical education and self-defense training, but she felt as if her life would go on even without all of that. Though through high expectations and the best education money could buy she found herself as the top of subjects in the sciences and high enough markings to keep her in the S Class in the school, she wasn't happy. There was no pride in it. Sometimes she felt as if she should drop herself down just to see what would happen, to deviate and experience what others did and have a normal school life. Oftentimes she found herself wondering whether she should just make it all end; what was the point of a tired routine anyway? You learn, you have meaningless conversations, you ate, and you slept. Where was the point in that continuous cycle; where was the point in life if life ended? She ended up taking it into her own hands before and because of that she had been put onto Suicide watch; she is still under that having leave to go to school, but she can always find someone standing in the rooms or following her around the school watching from a distance throughout the day. Her privacy was all she had left, and her parents paid for a made to remove even that, now. She doesn't know what she needs, but the psychologists, the watch, and this life just isn't cutting it. She doesn't know what needs to change but until something does, she will continue to suffer living in a body that already feels dead. ● N/A ██████████ The Extras ● ✐✎ Likes: ◉ Japanese Dating Sim Games Anime!◉ Pocket Really and Fluffy Things!◉ Collecting Things ● ✐✎ Dislikes: ◎ The Harsh Truth Yelling Towards Her Anyone Messing With Her Room Haters (They Going to Hate)◎ Stalkers (she calls her security this.) ● Rebecca is a very enthusiastic individual, especially when she is sure about what she is doing. She is very naive, and her lonesomeness makes her very easy to manipulate, and he is easy to come onto the influence. She is easily addicted to the next new thing that can act supplementary, helping her ignore how droll her life has become. Furthermore, she surrounds herself with distractions and superficial comforts, fuzzy stuffed friends and dating simulating games, but nothing fills that void. The moment she finds just the fix she needs, one thing will be certain, she will cling to it and never let it go, even become completely dependent on it like a crutch. Mentally and emotionally, she has a very obvious Achilles heel making her easy to manipulate. ● Other Information ┏━ ━┓❝ Emery Braxton Dougherty ❞【 Shotgun Lover 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● N/A ● Other - College Kid ● Twenty Two ● Male ● Bisexual ● 5' 10" ● 132 lbs ● Blue ● Brown ██████████ The Details ● Emery lived in Ireland until he was six years old; needless to say it had been a long time since he had been to his home country. He misses it, but not too deeply; he can barely remember the country to a point where it is a stranger. He was able to make a few friends quick in Pacific City because of his background; foreign and 'different' things tended to draw attention. It surprised the teacher when he suddenly had the English down pat within a few months. With his powers adopting from a very early age they were well nurtured, and information was absorbed into his mind like nothing. He was reading higher level books for entertainment at a slower pace in his free time and otherwise completely blew off wasting his time on it when there were other things he could be doing. When you could absorb the entire knowledge from a book in one touch it was no longer considered a pastime. It got to a point where his powers isolated him; when he tried describing it to his teachers they never believed him; his parents thought he was making up stories, and his fellow students used it as a reason to start ridiculing him for boasting. He started keeping it to himself, testing out the limits of his powers that had made him so different from his peers. That was also how be found out the limits of his control; he ran headlong down a library aisle dragging his hands across two aisles of books at the same time. The intake of information was overwhelming and had him sick for a week with migraines, random nosebleeds, nausea, and hallucinations produced from his wild imagination and the content of the books. Responsibility over his powers was a hard lesson that he learned very quickly. Needless to say not even puzzle books were very much fun when you instantly knew the answer then you touched the pages. He could not turn it off; he might never be able to turn it off. As he grew older he found more and more of the positives with it, especially when he hit college. His grades had always been high because of his absorption of information, but when the textbooks became longer and the terms to read it grew shorter he found himself so much happier with his ability to one touch read all of them, especially when it meant that all he needed for a refresher was a quick trip to the book store (and not to purchase anything, mind you.) He is currently on his third year of college starting his Bachelor's degree towards business management. By this point he has more control of his powers, but it can still sneak up on him if he's not careful. ● Object Creation Touch: Can multiply object that he touches. Some items can be put to memory ('bookmarked' as he calls it) and recreated later. Constructs Creation: Can use paper to create constructs such as walls, barriers, weapons, etc. Efficacy Manipulation: manipulate the speed, sharpness, density, hardness, and disrepair of paper and books. Motion: Can move or lift books / paper and make them float. Can be upgraded to lift himself as well by using the paper/books to pull him up. Can be used to make them into projectiles. Literature Animation: Can pull the text from books as physical objects that can change shape and be used as their own weapon. Knowledge Replication: Can pull information from books and absorb it. ██████████ The Extras ● Hardcover books The smell of paperCalligraphyDeliveryTable Tennis ● Technology (Useful, but I don't need a Kindle.) Sudoku and other puzzle books Web Surfing (It's a pain to actually read things.) Alarm Clocks Traffic / Reckless Drivers ● He doesn't have an ounce of muscle, no drug tolerance, and he's not a fighter at all. You ask him to fight, and he's going to end up Toed or otherwise floored. He also can easily be overwhelmed if he can't keep his powers in check. ● Flirts with almost everyone. In his off time he had been known to do Geocaching around the area, and thus is known to have a number of little knick-knacks on his person. Has an ex-girlfriend named Sarah. She was beautiful, but totally after him for the money he seemed to have an endless supply of. She left him when she found a hotter stud that liked to show off their money more. ┏━ ━┓❝ Gazer Donovan Di Lazio ❞【 Maverick Kane 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Kids playfully call him Mr. Fabio, and he wonders where they even learned that! ● Teacher - Pacific City High Arts Director ● 26 ● Male ● Doesn't see gender ● 6'0 ● 132 ● Brown ● Dark Brown ██████████ The Details ● Gazer was born in to a life that appeared on the outside to be picture-perfect. Loving mother, doting father. On the inside however, if one took a deeper look. They would have seen a broken home. Father always gone, except to grace his family with a rare appearance and drop off some stash he hadn't found a place to hide yet. Illegal and highly dangerous. His mother was spending the money on shiny new things and when she wasn't doing that, drugs or booze were her escape of choice from three loud sons. As far as the Persian woman was concerned, her father was right. She shouldn't have married an Italian. Criminals, the lot of them. Gazer was the youngest of the three with the most volatile Temper. Which of his parents to blame for that was a mystery because they were always going at each other. Yet, Gazer always managed to find some outlet to channel his own negative energies, usually in music or dance. Sometimes, a play at school or the local community theater. To say the least, his father wasn't best pleased with his choices of activities, deeming them too "girly" for one of his boys. It was one evening when he had come home and discovered his personal space trashed, something terrible happened. To say he hadn't felt it coming on for a long time would taste a lie. He had. The constant stress, worrying about his family, about the police showing up and dragging not just his father but everyone away? The constant abuse both physically and emotionally from all sides? What no one expected was for the physical manifestation that literally burned right through everything that it touched. When the fire Marshall and the police arrived, a then sixteen-year-old Gazer was sitting curled on the ground, rocking with his head in his hands, sobbing. "What did I do? What did I do?" It was all that he could say. He was traumatized beyond words. There was nothing left. No one left. Nothing but ash. The reports from neighbors said they saw a fire like nothing they had ever seen. A blue and white flame that devoured everything in a matter of minutes. Hotter than anything. The steam was still coming off the soot and ash. In the end, it was ruled a mystery accident as no evidence of foul play had been found. The teenager was lucky to have survived and was in shock. It's taken Gazer a long time, years and a lot of soul-searching to come to a place of peace with in himself. To say he has complete control and always put together, is reaching. Every day is a struggle, and he finds his ways of coping. One of those ways being helping to guide the future generation and with any lucky, stop what happened in his past from reaching another young person with certain innate abilities. Sure, being a teacher of the arts isn't much. But if he can reach just one? That's got to be worth something. His personal and work life he keeps separated at all costs. He lives quietly, alone, single. And for the most part, he likes it that way. At least, that is what he tells himself. No one gets hurt that way. There are still the rumors and old newspapers floating around. Sometimes the random nosy reporter trying to make a name for themselves, attempting to get him to talk about his past, even pushing his buttons a little and making accusations to talk. For the most part, he tries to ignore it. After all, different time. Different circumstances. However, Because of his past and his fierce love for his community and the people in it, he can sometimes take certain matters in to his own hands when he sees that nothing is being done by the authorities, or feels someone is in danger and is in need of watching after. ● Powers(( (██████████ The Extras ● Likes(arts - Music, dance, theater. Many Genres. His first loves. Paintings, Drawings, tattoos. Street Art.(- Nothing better than getting out on the beach and in the waves with the hot sun warming and re-energizing him.(● Dislikes(Behavior(People who dredge up the past(● Weaknesses(discipline, and restraint are extremely important. Unconscious, emotion-influenced, impulsive, or reckless use of this power can be catastrophic.(mass, precision, etc. depend upon of the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user, and their power's natural limits.(Immunity and/or Thermal Resistance isn't always part of the package, so burning himself from time to time is possible.(not be immune to other side effects/products, such as smoke.(be limited to controlling/immunity to the fire which he creates.(be unable to create fire on his own all the time, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources.(is needed as component.(be overpowered by water, ice and/or cold as well as some earth bound elements.(of flame source may render proportion unusable. ● Other Information See more images of Gazer Here. (┏━ ━┓❝ Maxwell Carter Graves ❞【 Ksenia X 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Max, Echo ● Teacher - Music ● Twenty Four ● Male ● Homosexual ● 5' 9'' ● 150 lbs ● Blue ● Brown ██████████ The Details ● Max is the son of Gravedigger and Siren, once the most well known supers in Pacific City. His father was geokintetic, able to use his powers to manipulate the earth beneath their feet. His mother had powers just like the sirens of mythology, able to control others through the use of her voice. For a time there wasn't a major crime in the city that wasn't stopped by the powerful duo. That all changed, however, when Max was but a few months old. Somehow, Siren ran afoul of the villain in charge of the city's most massive crime rings. She was murdered, her vocal cords torn from her throat, rendering her powerless and unable to defend herself. Gravedigger became obsessed with avenging his wife's death. The once mighty hero became a villain in his own right, the blood of several super villains and countless henchmen soon staining his hands. Freak earthquakes often struck any business owned by the crime syndicate that had taken his wife from him. Many lives were lost and millions of dollars of damage were racked up by the former hero. When the man returned home one night, he discovered that Max - three years old by then - had been kidnapped. The boy was returned only after his father swore to give up his vendetta. Gravedigger gave up the hero game for good that day and had to let go of his dreams of vengeance. Max's abilities started to appear when he was very small, five or six years old. Max always had been musically inclined, and even simple nursery rhymes enabled him to manipulate his kindergarten classmates. He hid his abilities from his father at first, until he heard the story of Siren at school. Max confronted his father, who tried to deny the truth at first. After several months and a lot of persistence, however, Max finally got the truth out of his father. His relationship with his father changed; Max was never really sure if he could trust his father after that. He began working on his powers, developing them further and learning to control the finer points of his abilities. He was sixteen when he met Giles, completely by chance. The two have been inseparable, almost from day one. Giles' powers were based on his emotions and often got out of control, and Max was able to keep him calm. They supported one another through several difficult times and soon, they were moving in together. Max got his teaching degree and Giles became a police officer. Max cried like a baby when he found out, he was so proud of his boyfriend. These days, they're both looking to make a difference in their city, whether through their legitimate jobs...or through their moonlighting as the heroic duo of Frosty and Echo. ● Max possesses the ability to take on the physical form of any other human. He is also able to mimic any sound, from another person's voice to a police siren, even natural sounds like falling rain or crashing waves. In dire situations, Max can manipulate the emotions and physical actions of those around him. However, his ability to control others is dependent on their willpower and mental state - the stronger and more stable the person, the less control he will have. ██████████ The Extras ● + Harry Potter (Always)+ Chinese food+ Musicals+ Cats (adopt ALL the kitties!)+ Swimming and surfing+ Rainy days ● x Being alone The dark Helicopter parents Shaving his face When Giles gets too cocky Horror films ● Max's biggest weakness is Giles, for obvious reasons. The harder he has to concentrate to shape-shift into someone, the faster that Max will tire out. When he's overexerted himself, Max will suffer anything from a nosebleed to a sharp headache to a full on fainting spell. If you silence him - take his guitar, gag him, etc. - or somehow deafen yourself, then he will obviously be unable to use his sound-based powers on you. ● Max is in a band with some of his college friends, though it's less of a way to make a living and more of a way to kill time and maybe get into bars for free on the weekends. He looks much younger than he is and is constantly being mistaken for a student rather than a teacher, which is why he refuses to shave his scruff. He and Giles have two kittens they adopted from the local shelter - Larry and Steven. ┏━ ━┓❝ Rosario Ana Vasquez ❞【 Ksenia x 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Rosa, Iron skin ● Other - Firefighter/EMT ● Twenty Nine ● Female ● Heterosexual ● 5'10 ● 195 lbs ● Brown ● Black ██████████ The Details ● Rosa was born in a war-torn nation, the only child of poor field workers. She spent her early life in a small, poor village. The population had been decimated by fighting within the country, men and boys shipped off to war as soon as they were old enough. Rosa's father was one of the 'lucky' ones. He had lost both of his legs as a young man, and was unfit for military duty. Instead, he and his wife toiled for long hours to put food in their only child's belly. Rosa grew up helping her parents as best she could. She was strong, even as a little girl, able to do work that boys many years older than her could barely accomplish. Her parents affectionately referred to her as their little workhorse. They would soon discover that Rosa's strength was not merely a physical anomaly. One day, when Rosa was about six years old, she and a few playmates found a strange device in a field. She thought at first it was some strange sort of egg. In reality, it was a grenade. The device exploded, killing the other children but leaving Rosa completely unharmed. She didn't have a single mark on her body from the shrapnel, and didn't have a single broken bone or ruptured organ from the force of the blast. It didn't take long for rumors of the indestructible little girl to reach the ears of the nation's leaders. Soldiers were sent to take Rosa from her family, so that she could be made into a tool of war. Thankfully, the Vasquez family was smuggled out of the country before that could happen. They were assisted by a strange group of people that claimed they wanted to help, and that Rosa's powers could be used to help people. The family was relocated to America, to Pacific City. The family was given a comfortable home, and Rosa was even enrolled in school, something that had been but a dream when she was much younger. In return for their help, the group that had helped the family made Rosa one of their own, a young superhero in training. They taught her how to use her abilities to her advantage, and more importantly, how to control them. The girl couldn't always contain her strength, and more than once she accidentally broke something or hurt someone because she touched harder than she meant to. By the time that Rosa was an adult, she had become a hero in her own right. She decided to become and EMT and firefighter after she graduated from high school. It was a way for her to help save even more lives, without the need to conceal her identity. ● Rosa calls her primary ability iron skin, and it's more or less what it sounds like. Her skin is durable to the point of being bulletproof, her fingernails are incredibly tough (manicures are a pain) and her hair can be used like very fine wire (haircuts are also difficult). She is also possessed of supernatural strength, being obviously stronger than any human could ever become through any sort of training. ██████████ The Extras ● + Spicy food+ Dancing!+ Rock climbing+ Adrenaline rushes+ True-crime TV shows+ Birds, especially lovebirds ● x Sitting still Hurting people Waiting for anything x Frickin' cats Not a sweets person Getting sick ● Rosa's temper is rarely on her side. It's not hard to goad her into doing something that she probably shouldn't do. Because it's difficult for needles and other medical equipment to pierce her skin, Rosa is vulnerable to illness and oral poisoning, as antidotes and medications cannot be administered intravenously. Her strength is not limitless, and eventually, she will tire out and because of the supernatural nature of her powers, once she does hit her limit, it takes her much longer than a human to recover. ● Rosa visits her parents every Sunday, to spend time with them and also, so her mother can do her hair and nails (using wire cutters and power tools, if you're curious). She has a pair of pet lovebirds, Dolores and Bob, and often talks to them and makes up little voices so they can "talk" back to her. She often spends up way too late watching things like Forensic Files and Cold Case Files on TV. ┏━ ━┓❝ Autumn Stevie Walker ❞【 Ksenia X 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● N/A ● Student - Junior ● Seventeen ● Female ● Bisexual ● 5' 6'' ● 125 lbs ● Hazel ● Brown ██████████ The Details ● Though Autumn was raised in Pacific City, she was born in the state of New Mexico, near the city of Tao's. Her parents were both artists, and lived by an amalgamation of Bohemian, hippie, and pagan morals and values. Autumn is pretty sure that she came within inches of being named something like Moonbeam or Rainbow, though her parents did choose her middle name from that of her mother's favorite singer, Stevie Nicks. When she was little, Autumn spent her time following her parents around as they worked, mostly outdoors. Her father was a painter while her mother favored sculpture, usually working with "found" objects. They were quite childlike themselves and would spend hours talking with their toddler, encouraging her to spin fantastic tales and make up wild stories about the beautiful desert landscapes they were painting or sculpting at any given time. The family never had a lot of money, but they were always able to get by. When Autumn was five years old, however, her father's paintings started taking off in a big way. It started with some Hollywood star wanting one of his paintings for her Hollywood Hills home and within six months, Eric Walker had become one of the most in-demand artists, everyone wanting to say they owned an original piece. Autumn's parents set off on a global tour, and she went to stay for a while in Pacific City with her father's parents. They owned the local record store, Scratch and Spin. Their granddaughter was only supposed to be with them for a few months. An attack on Pacific City's airport by one of the city's super villains changed that. Autumn's parents, along with many others, were killed when a crazed madman controlling a gigantic much went on a rampage. Autumn has been raised by her grandparents ever since that day, absorbing their love of music just as she had absorbed her parents' love of art before. If her parents were hippies, her grandparents were rockers. Autumn was given just as much freedom by them as she had with her mother and father, though being in a city full of super beings has made her more cautious. You never can tell who's capable of setting you on fire or making your head explode just by thinking about it. While she still has one year left of high school, Autumn is thinking about the future. It's never too late to start planning for college, especially given how damned expensive it is these days. She's got her eye on art school, so she can become an artist like her parents were. ● Autumn has no powers to speak of. ██████████ The Extras ● + Cross-stitching+ Jewelry making+ Small, fluffy dogs+ Hot, dry weather+ Sunbathing+ Oreos ● x Humidity Judgmental people Supers Flying, in airplanes or otherwise Creative blocks Coffee (gives her stomach aches) ● Autumn's most obvious weakness is the fact that she is human, with no powers to speak of, and is thus just as vulnerable to injury and illness as any other person. She doesn't trust supers, and though she tries not to think of herself as prejudiced, she really is. She avoids risky situations, which unfortunately means that she hasn't grown much as either a person or an artist in recent years. ● Autumn has a small dog, a mixed-breed mutt named Chao. She works weekends at the family record store, but when she's not there, she can often be found walking her dog around the city or the beach nearby to find something to draw or to photograph to draw or paint later. ┏━ ━┓❝ Hannah Marie Augustine ❞【 about date 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Nicknames: Annie, Red ● Student: Senior ● Age: 18 ● Gender Identity: Female ● Sexuality: Heterosexual ● Height: 5'6" ● Weight: 120 lbs ● Eye Color: Grey-Green ● Hair Color: Auburn Red ██████████ The Details ● Hannah was born to two of the most cookie-cutter American people a person could imagine. Jay and Marshall Augustine. French, Belgian, and Dutch ancestry effectively made her one of the palest people in the Northern Hemisphere. All was normal, except of course for the slightly supernatural genes they possessed. Marsha was average enough, actually. It was Jay with his thermos-resistance and occasional sparking that gave way to little Annie and her...fiery tendencies. There were those who might say she was hot-tempered. During her pregnancy, Marsha frequently complained to Jay about hot flashes and shortness of breath. It wasn't until Hannah was two that her parents actually connected the dots. At a birthday party, her dear Aunt Susan let a birthday candle just a bit too close to the toddling gingersnap. Her clothes caught fire, but she didn't scream. The baby cooed in wonder at the brightness licking at her chubby fingers. Jay, of course, jumped into action and put out the fire. Nary a scratch or burn on her. When she was eight, a particularly unfortunate second-grader by the name of Janine Velasquez insisted, rather aggressively, that Annie share her box of brand-new crayola crayons. Needless to say, that didn't sit well with the young thermokinetic. She sat statue still, staring the girl down as Janine fell to the floor in crippled silence. The other children nearby saw and screamed, alerting the teacher who was able to stop Hannah before the girl died. Two specialists later and Annie was re-categorized as a "thermovariant," otherwise known as a haemopyrokinetic. In general, it wasn't an overly common or admired ability. It definitely wasn't one she could practice ever, so her ability to control it was limited. At best, the specialists recommended a daily dose of mild tranquilizers. The years went by and Annie began high school. Her grades were high, her social life was active, and there were no incidents between her and the other students. She waited, by then she was good at it. At 18, she couldn't be forced to take those mind-numbing pills. She'd been joining every club available since freshman year, making sure her college applications would shine when she finally applied at a college on the other side of the country. In the meantime, she'd been building up a resistance to her medication throughout her adolescence. Never letting Mama-Marshall or Jay know, never slipping up, never cluing anyone in to show that just under the surface of that perfect daughter's exterior was a serpent of tightly wound fury, coiling and preparing to strike. Hannah Augustine wasn't born a villain, but ten years of someone telling you your abilities are dangerous, keeping your mind in chains...it changes a person. And soon, very soon, those chains would be broken. ● Powers: thermovariance, thermoresistance, molecular acceleration ██████████ The Extras ● Likes: - strawberry ice cream - dancing - mapping out her travel plans on Pinterest - meeting new people ● Dislikes: - Pivotal and Regret (mood "stabilizers") - loud noises - show-offs - crayon thieves ● Weaknesses: - Psychic/Empath abilities - Ice/Cold manipulation - Doge Memes ┏━ ━┓❝ Amy Thomas ❞【 mayoral 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Nicknames: Ames ● Student: Senior ● Age: 17 ● Gender Identity: Genderqueer ● Sexuality: Pansexual and polyamorous ● Height: 5' ● Weight: 85 lbs ● Eye Color: Black with green flecks ● Hair Color: Black ██████████ The Details ● Adopted when she was a baby, Amy has never met her birth parents. She grew up with her foster family, a very well off and very nice couple, in the south of England. Her father was in merchant banking in the City of London, very highly placed due to familial connections, and his wife never had to work. They adopted Amy as they found themselves unable to have children of their own. There was a big house in the north Sussex countryside, a converted barn, on several acres of land, lots of space to run, play and have fun. She didn't have a pony, but did have a mini motorbike that she would ride around the grounds and small copse of tress on the families land. Amy's childhood was quite idyllic. She attended the best local schools and had private tutoring in a variety of subjects. The main drawback to being Amy as a young girl was that her father wasn't often around, that when he was he and her mother were often fighting and that when he wasn't around her mother cried a lot. Which was confusing for someone so young. As she grew up she understood that her father was a womanizer and had and continued to have a string of extra marital affairs. Amy herself found she was able to grasp this concept quite easily and understood the desire to share love with many different souls, but she found it very hard to reconcile that deep-seated grasp for polyamory within herself with the hurt and harm it was causing to her mother. Mum just didn't seem to have the same outlook on love that she herself did, in fact, the movies and TV shows she watched seemed to lack for this as well. She also had found that most of the surrounding kids didn't understand her. She didn't always feel quite like a girl, sometimes she had moments of feeling like she was in the 'wrong' body, just moments, and she liked to do both girl and boy stuff. Furthermore, she had a reputation. As a tomboy, which felt right in some respects but not in others. She found common ground with both other girls and boys, but they didn't really understand her, there were things in her nature that didn't seem to make sense to others, impulses that she would follow that were confusing to her friends. She was a mystery, an oddball, a mystery. Deep down, she prided herself on this to a good extent, she didn't want to be 'Normal' and never had. The way she was, was the way she had always been, the way she should be, and she was not about to change that or apologize for it to anyone. When she was twelve her father was offered a bigger, better job working for a US banking firm and the family found themselves uprooted and moved to a whole other continent. They were in the suburbs, but the acres of land was reduced somewhat. They still had a big house, with all the modern conveniences, and now even a heated indoor pool, but Amy missed her house, her freedom to roam, and her friends. She solved the latter fairly quickly, making new friends and keeping up with some of the old ones via the internet, but she felt she had lost a part of her history from the move. She refused to lose her accent however, determining that changing that part of herself to 'fit in' wasn't acceptable and would not be on the cards. At fifteen her mother had taken enough from her cheating husband and the marriage moved to a divorce. Thanks to having originally been born in the US Amy's mother was able to keep both herself and her daughter in the country both during and after the proceedings. Thanks the laundry list of evidence of infidelity and emotional abuse Amy's mother did very well in the settlement, and they were able to move to a very nice neighborhood elsewhere in the states. They scaled back on the size of the house, and live far more modestly than they had in the past, but they still have what most would be happy to consider 'excessive' means and live fairly well. Once again at a new school, Pacific City High, Amy set about once again learning the lay of the land and finding new friends. She was still jealously guarding her accent, which was a serious commitment to her at this point, and was fond of using strange British colloquialisms, many she had been brought up with, but a few that she had been picking up from her friends back home and from the UK shows she watched online. She continued to do well academically and enjoyed a good deal of her subjects as well as taking after school clubs in information technology, singing, dance and fencing. When she was sixteen Amy came to a few conclusions about herself that she has yet to really share with the world. She had always had a bit of gender strangeness going on in her head, and she had been reading up on transgender issues on the quiet for a while, but she encountered the term 'Genderqueer' and that seemed to suit her better. She didn't feel she was entirely male or really entirely female, but some kind of mix of the two, stuck somewhere in between and this term was about the best in the modern lexicon to suit how she felt about herself. Furthermore, she also, down the same rabbit hole, figured she was both pansexual, as she pretty much didn't care if someone she was potentially dating was male or female themselves, the soul, the character, the personality mattered more to her than any physical gender, and polyamorous, she was able to love more than one other soul concurrently. This all just made sense to her and just 'clicked' in her head while she was looking stuff up online. She found this newfound understanding of self gave her a great deal of comfort, and she felt more at peace with her nature than she had the rest of her life to that date. There was so much more in life to figure out of course, but this felt like something that most people had 'down' from birth. Amy is not yet aware of her supernatural abilities, they are active, but she has not discovered them. She has been having some strange dreams of late, but she has in the past often dreamed of being in other bodies partly because of her genderqueer nature, though the active changing of shape in her dreams is something new. ● Powers: Shapeshifting - Amy's molecular structure has altered greatly with the onset of her powers. She is now a gestalt entity; each individual cell is part of the whole and retains a small amount of her overall personality and intelligence. She is able to absorb any biological material that comes into skin contact with her, animal or vegetable, as long as it is dead. Furthermore, she uses this not as a weapon but merely as a form of feeding herself. This includes airborne dead skin cells, fallen hair, other biowaste. She is not necessarily conscious of doing this. It does however reduce her overall need to feed conventionally to near nil as long as she is in a fairly well populated area. She no longer requires sleep, she can sleep, she doesn't actually need to and will tend to only sleep for about an hour a night if she puts herself into that state. She can change her shape at will with some small effort, and has a mental capacity to remember the form of anything she has directly sampled by skin contact and mimic all of their physical traits completely. This is due to her copying and storing that individual's DNA. The absorption and processing of DNA takes about ten seconds, while the shifting takes only a second or two depending on the amount of mass concentrated or changed. No mass is lost or created by this process, where an individual copied is smaller mass is concentrated, where they are larger mass is spread out to fill out space. Telepaths have great difficulty reading Amy. Her mind is spread out throughout every living cell in her body, and it takes months of practice to even hear the slightest background whisper, like millions of tiny voices. They can become accustomed to her strange physiology in time of course and read/broadcast to her normally. ██████████ The Extras ● Likes: - the internet - reading - exploring, hiking, running, walking, exercise in general - music - movies - TV shows, especially British comedy panel shows ● Dislikes: - bullies - the willfully ignorant - snobs ● Weaknesses: While copying another life form after skin contact Amy is as vulnerable as that form is, she will bleed, bones will break etc. However, if she is to fall unconscious she will return to her own form, and any lost mass i.e. blood, will return to the whole. She is also quite vulnerable to cold temperatures, below around minus fifteen Celsius will cause her to start shutting down mentally and physically. Due to the unique nature of Amy's physiology, conventional medicine can have very little effect on her. Any infection that does jump the species gap could very well kill her. Additionally, Amy's mental abilities allow her to maintain control over her shape. Anyone or anything that is able to nullify that power will reduce her to a large pink gelatinous mass of flesh. This is a very unpleasant state for Amy, as she is reduced to only the one outside sense. That of touch. ┏━ ━┓❝ Griffin Samuel McCoy ❞【 Ksenia X 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Grief ● Student ● Seventeen ● Male ● Heterosexual ● 5' 11'' ● 115 lbs ● Blue ● Blonde ██████████ The Details ● Griffin McCoy was born the first of twin boys to a young couple in rural Louisiana. They were the first children born to the pair, and sadly, they would also be the last. The pregnancy had been hard on their mother and shortly after she delivered his brother Peter (literal minutes later), the woman passed away. The boys were left in their father's care, and life was not easy for them. Griffin was a sickly child, and their father seemed to also be constantly under the weather. He did what he could to support his children, but when the twins were five years old, their father passed away as well. They had no other family to speak of, and so the two small boys became wards of the state. That started what would be a years long cycle of being passed around from foster home to foster home, family to family. They never stayed very long anywhere. Anyone that tried to separate them were met with fervent resistance, temper tantrums and fits, violent outbursts and screaming. Placing two children together was difficult, and it just got harder as the boys got older. There was something else that caused problems when it came to placing the McCoy twins - no matter where they went, sickness seemed to mysteriously follow them. Foster parents, foster siblings, orphanage staff, no one seemed immune and there never seemed to be any discernible cause. The illness always cleared up after the boys moved on. Though neither of them ever realized it, it was Peter causing it. Where Griffin had been born with a power to heal and support life, Peter had been born with an ability that fed on the health of others. Griffin and Peter wound up being sent to live in Pacific City when the Louisiana foster system could no longer find anywhere to place the twins, fifteen years old by then. They were placed in a sort of home for wayward children, though in Griffin's opinion it was less like a home and more like a barracks. He didn't particularly care; by then he had given up hope that he and his brother would ever be adopted and was instead focused on what would happen when they turned eighteen and aged out of the system. He had developed a love for athletics, soccer and running in particular, and intends to go to college on an athletic scholarship once he's done with high school. ● Griffin's powers aren't exactly in his control. He possesses both the power of telepathy, the ability to mentally receive and transmit information, and a healing aura that can heal the injuries and illnesses of those around him (to a point - he cannot save someone from a sudden, fatal wound nor can he undo years of chronic illness damage without some serious effort). He can't turn his powers off. Furthermore, he always hears the thoughts of others, but is good at drowning them out and letting them become 'white noise' in the back of his mind. Furthermore, he can adjust the focus and intensity of his aura, but can't completely cut it off. ██████████ The Extras ● + Soccer+ Track camp; Field+ White gardenias+ History+ FOOD ● x Math and science Sudden loud noises Being alone Sunburns Gossip ● Physically speaking, Griffin isn't a strong person. Instead, he avoids fights to begin with, and if he does get drawn into one, he either runs or uses what he can gather from the other persons' thoughts to talk his way out of it. His twin is a huge weakness for him. His brother is all he has in life, after all, and they've been together literally since day one. Griffin considers himself his brother's keeper because it's easier for him to get along with people than it is for Peter. ● Grief still hasn't lost his Southern drawl after two years of living in Pacific City. He can't swim for beans and avoids the beach and the school pool like the plague. He and Peter are both juniors at Pacific City Central High. Peter is one of the few people (so far) that Griffin's telepathy can't read. Rather, they have a sort of twin connection - he doesn't need to read Pete's mind because he knows what is going on in there anyway. ┏━ ━┓❝ Susan Isabelle Summers ❞【 Thunder Splash 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Sue, Ninjutsu ● Student ● 17 ● Female ● Homosexual ● 5' 9" ● 145 lbs ● Blue ● Blonde ██████████ The Details ● Susan's life was interesting from the start. She was the child of a famous pair of nemeses, her mother was the Shadow, a superhero who could control shadows and melt into them herself, and her father was Black Fist, a villain and crime boss with super strength and energy fists. The pair had a complicated romance that went on behind the scenes of their epic battles of good vs. evil. And one day the two seemingly disappeared from the super powered scene seventeen years ago. Her parents being at odds on most things meant Susan grew up in two separate households. Her mother had custody of her and her father was always fighting to get it for himself. With her mom Susan lived an average life, enjoying the simple things with her mother and aunt who lived together. But whenever she went out with her father he spoiled her. Rich from the spoils of his criminal empire Susan's father could take her on extravagant trips around the world. He would take her skydiving, and on safari, to Broadway in New York City, anything she wanted, and anywhere she wanted to go he would provide. Susan loved both of her parents, but the two's constant fighting broke any hopes she had for being one big happy family. Her parents had retired from the superhero and villain business for her. Her mother had made sure her father knew he could only see her if he left his crimes behind him and kept on the straight and narrow. He agreed and seemed to legitimize his business, at least as far as they could see. They also agreed to keep their pasts and powers from their daughter. They wanted her to grow up as a normal kid. Susan grew up and coped with her two households as best she could, but the fighting took its toll on her. She became afraid of conflict, and withdrew into herself. If her parents, two people who should love each other, could fight so much what would other people be like. Susan became very shy and found her escape in something more ideal than real life, comic books. The tales of the heroes in these books were different from the ones of the heroes in their city. They always ended well and the heroes in them were beacons of what humanity should strive for. Susan wished she could be like those heroes, virtuous, brave, always doing what was right. She wanted to be able to help like they did, and one day she found out her wish may come true after all. Her first day of middle school she found herself the target of the school bullies. She was small, a nerd, and shy, the trifecta for bullies in one little girl. They terrorized her all day and all she could do was run and hide and hope they wouldn't find her. She wished she could just disappear. And then, suddenly, she did. The bullies walked right up to her hiding spot, looked right at her, and turned away. She didn't know what happened, but when she went to look in a mirror she saw she had actually disappeared! When she got home and told her parents about being bullied they were actually united for once. Her parents never wanted her to be subjected to that again, and they both agreed she needed to be able to stand up to people like that and defend herself. Susan was so happy to see her parents agreeing about something she decided not to tell them about her new-found powers. Her parents enrolled Susan in martial arts, and she found something other than her books that she truly enjoyed. She landed on learning ninjutsu from a special trainer her father hired for her. She had already been into anime and manga at this point and from there on our Susan fell in love with all things about Japan and its culture. She had powers, and now she had training on how to fight. Furthermore, she may still be shy, but Susan knows that she can now realize her dream of being a true hero. Now in high school and old enough to be out on her own from time to time Susan believes this year to be the year she finally tries to put her powers to use helping others. If the shy nerd can survive the perils of high school that is. ● Invisibility: Susan can become completely invisible, including the clothes she is wearing and even small objects she holds in her hands if she focuses hard enough. However, she can't use any of her other powers while invisible. Teleportation: Susan can teleport instantaneously from one point to another. She disappears in a puff of black smoke and reappears in much the same way. She has to have line of sight to where she is teleporting. Not knowing where she will be going could result in her teleporting herself inside a wall or object or other person even. She also can only teleport up to a few hundred meters at most, and the further the distance she goes the more the teleport takes out of her. She thinks she could transport other people but has never had the chance to test this theory. Ki Strikes: A blue fire like energy envelopes Susan's hands and feet. This allows her to bypass armor and make the force of her hits contact directly into someone. She can also block hits that should cripple her or land from falls much too high for a normal human, but this only applies to her hands and feet when she is using her power. ██████████ The Extras ● Likes - Comic books Books in generalAnimeJapanese culture Quite places like libraries or study hall Musicals and plays Singing ● Dislikes - Thunder stormsBulliesSpicy food Loud noises People hearing her sing ● Weaknesses Susan's abilities require concentration. Is she loses focus she can lose control of her powers and they will fail? Over use of her powers can also leave her drained, unable to use them again until she recovers and can even lead to blacking out in extreme cases. ● Other Information Susan has stuck to herself mostly, and even though it is her junior year she doesn't really have a lot of friends. In her spare time she also likes to practice par KOR. ┏━ ━┓❝ Malcolm Tiberius Walker ❞【 player 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Tempest ● College Nursing Student - Senior ● 24 ● Male ● Heterosexual ● 5’9” ● 225 ● Brown Flecks of gold ● Black low cut/bald ██████████ The Details ● History: Grew up as a military child very resentful about moving around every 3 to 5 years, especially after finally getting a girlfriend in school. But his father understood and tried to be lenient. As he started his 1st year in high school. His powers had begun to develop on the plane right over from Japan, and he was sick for about a month then just as quickly recovered. He started to find out slowly about his powers, but didn't know for sure until he was stuck in physics class. While in physics he learned what would, make his speed to be more viable. He continued to be trained by the various martial arts teachers that his father sent him to, to help control his anger issue. In truth, it wasn’t his anger that was the cause of his problem, it was his loneliness. The fact that he was different and there was no one there to understand. As such he was constantly in the library, trying to learn ways to become better at his skills, if he couldn’t help himself, perhaps he would be better suited to help others. As fate would have it, her learned to be better. He developed his skills in speed and his kinetics. He didn’t realize as his speed developed so did his mind. Allowing him to be more aware of who he was. He did the best he could to try to understand. Now that he had been reunited with his Mother, by phone he would make more time for her. He would find a place now in this new location to try to work with others. Maybe one day he would learn to be more of a team player. He is still trying to find his way. Being a hero appeals to him, but they get paid squat. ● Enhanced Brain Capacity Tempest --Enhanced Combat - His heightened reflexes are enhanced with his martial arts skill to allow for him to have hid his abilities for a while. His favored ability with this is his enhanced learning, with the synapses of his mind firing a bit faster, he has been able to learn a great deal of many things including combat in which Adapt to different methods of fighting with little to no preparation or time. Drawback is he must have a visual performance of said combat skill beforehand. --Weighted Awareness – With his senses heightened, he knows what is going on around him, paying attention to minor details.--Weighted Memory – Able to recall 30% of things he has been exposed to, which increases with continued exposure.--Kinetic Energy Manipulation:User can create, shape and manipulate kinetic energy, the energy possessed by any moving object, i.e. the necessary work in order for an object with a given mass to move from its resting position. The kinetic energy gained during the acceleration process changes once the speed also changes, and when the object no longer contains the kinetic energy it has possessed as it accelerates it stops from moving. Malcolm is able to absorb the energy of his motion and movement basically allowing for his body to be a force battery. The energy generate will come out as force, the color will very based off of his emotions, generally it will be near invisible as he has worked to learn to be calm:- Concussion blast – basic force blast-Armor – when he presses the energy absorbed outside his body it becomes a force field like armor that will protect him from damage similar to invulnerability till the energy runs out from his lack of continued motion.- Explosive Force – able to channel kinetic energy into other objects causing them to explode with kinetic energy. Hyper-Speed:He can move much faster than the average member of their species, some near or at the speed of sound, or even faster. However, this power is not without any ill effects, as it can strain the body, although some users may be resistant or even immune to the effects of high speed travel, including friction, g-force, inertia, etc. So far the only abilities he has discovered are body enhancements:• Enhanced Agility• Enhanced Condition • Enhanced Endurance• Enhanced Reflexes He does have to eat a lot of normal food not just electricity to compensate for the overall body use that he goes through. ██████████ The Extras ●Likes• Church• Swimming• Comics• Movies• Food-Chinese, Italian, German, Sweets• Cooking Breakfast• Computers• Women ● • Bullies• Not being able to figure out a problem• Rapists• Mornings• Horror movies – don’t like kinda more comedies not realistic• Getting Sick ● Weaknesses• Strangely enough even with his experience and level of control Water is the enemy. More like a lot of it as he does enough sex in the showers, and he loves swimming but power use is limited as it throws off his control. Light – bright light decreases his shadow powers effectiveness by ½. Because of his speed, he does eat large quantities of food, at a normal pace, but he loves buffets due to his metabolism. Difficult to see in bright light. ● Other Information• Personality: Kind with charming demeanor, eccentric, generally keeps to himself. Despite grim expression and perpetual scowl, that he is generally seen with. He is very gentlemanly and polite with women. Very deadly when crossed. ┏━ ━┓❝ Quintin J. Jones ❞【 Yuri 】┗━ ━┛(██████████ The Basics ● Quint / 'Accelr-8' ● Student / Amateur Vigilante ● 17 ● Male ● Heterosexual ● 5'11" ● 149 Lbs ● Brown ● Black ██████████ The Details ● BiographyQuintin (Quint to his friends and family) has always been something of a troublemaker. Then again, given how he was raised, it's not surprising. Quint grew up in South Chicago, son of noted metahuman biology researcher Dr. Indira Jones. The fact that Quintin's father had died during a super villain attack when he was in elementary school combined with Dr. Jones' skewed work/life balance allowed Quintin to develop into a rambunctious latchkey kid who often got into trouble. Thankfully, Quintin was always a fast runner; fast enough that he ended up on his old school's junior varsity track team. Unfortunately, Dr. Jones' had fallen in love with her new husband, fellow scientist and geneticist Dr. Jacoby Jones. Quintin took an instant dislike to the man; something about him seemed 'off,' even when he was trying to be friendly. Quintin did, however, get along well with Jacoby's daughter Marceline (aka Marcy). It was then that the Jones moved to Pacific City, as Indira's research company had opened a new facility there, and she had been tapped as the head researcher. Quintin's life took a strange turn once he arrived at Pacific City. It's unclear what triggered them, but Quintin soon became aware of his metahuman powers after fleeing from an altercation with a group of gangbangers on Pacific City's north side. Though excited about this development, he is acutely aware of how his mom would think about it, nor did he trust his new stepdad with this information. Plus, the whole 'track and field star' idea went out the window; metahuman powers could be considered 'cheating' after all. Thus, Quintin turned to the idea of super-powered vigilantism. So far, Quintin's 'targets' have been mostly street criminals: gang members, muggers and so on. Most people who end up on the receiving end of Quintin's justice find themselves knocked out and zip-tied, with a distinctive sticker left behind as a 'tag' by the mysterious, superfast Accelr-8. The really 'lucky' ones end up on the young vigilante's Snapchat. He's only been active for a few months, but it's only a matter of time before he starts getting the wrong kind of attention. ● Powers ● Super Speed – Quintin is capable of accelerating himself to extraordinary speeds. While he's still unsure of his upper limits, Quintin can easily reach speeds where he can circumnavigate Pacific City in less than a few seconds. In addition, there's no 'wind-up' for his acceleration: he can go from zero to full speed in moments. This super speed affects his entire body; which means he is more than capable of punching you at Mach 8. ● Accelerated Cognition – Quintin isn't simply physically fast. Simply put, his ability to absorb, process and react to information is around eight to ten times faster than a baseline human. Essentially, the world seems to move at a crawl for him when he's 'in the zone.' This is also how he can run through the streets at high speeds without slamming headlong into the first car he sees. Quintin is able to react fast enough to dodge bullets, read an entire book in a heartbeat, and run through complex problems with ease. It should be noted that he's not a super-genius; his thought processes just run at ludicrous speed. ● Personal Kinetic Negation – Quintin's body produces a strange 'force field' that essentially nullifies excess kinetic energy. This allows Quintin to do things like to accelerate instantly without liquefying his organs, shred his footwear via friction while running, or punch people at high speed without pulverizing his arm. In addition, this field is why Quintin can do things like stop on a dime, turn sharp corners at speed and not create sonic booms when he runs. It also provides him with a significant degree of physical 'armor' against kinetic-based attacks (like bullets or getting thrown into walls) should he be hit. It should be noted that this 'field' only exists while he's in motion. When active, Quintin's body produces harmless sprays of blue 'sparks' from the kinetic bleed. ██████████ The Extras ● Likes ● – Track and Field / Free running ● – Art (Particularly Street Art) ● – Rap Music ● – Sweets ● – His Little Sister, Marcy ● – Showing Off (See Also Snapchat) ● Dislikes ● – His Step-Dad ● – Bullies ● – Being Bored ● – Schoolwork (Especially Math) ● – People Who Think They're Better Than Him ● – Cats (He's Allergic) ● Weaknesses ● Quintin's speed is limited by a few factors. If Quintin goes faster than his brain can keep up, he essentially starts flying blind. In addition, Quintin's stamina isn't endless; tiring him out will leave him unable to use his powers. ● If immobilized, Quintin is as vulnerable as any other kid his age. He is also vulnerable to things like illnesses, toxins and slippery hazards. ● Quintin's family, especially his little sister, is very important to him, which is why he takes great care to hide his identity. The quickest way to piss him off and get him to act reckless is to threaten them. ● Quintin's 'combat training' consists mostly of watching lungful flicks and a few self-defense videos on YouTube. Anyone with any training that can handle his speed can probably kick his ass. ● Quintin's not as smart or as skilled as he likes to think he is, and he has a tendency to mouth-off and showboat when he really shouldn't. ● Other Information ● Quintin's 'superhero suit' consists of a suit of modified dirt bike armor (spray-painted black with his purple and blue 'lightning bolt-8' insignia) and a fancy motorcycle helmet found on eBay over a blue bodysuit. He also wears a home-made 'utility belt' that contains the following: a cheap 'burner' cellphone, zip-ties, a couple of CLIFF Bars (Brownie Flavor), a canister of pepper spray, a flashlight, a roll of quarters and a bunch of home-made stickers with his logo on them. ● Quintin's vigilante persona 'Accelr-8' has a social media presence on Snapchat and Twitter. He's careful to make sure he's not easily tracked on it. ● Quintin is an active reader of metahuman forums and blogs, and keeps an eye out for tricks and tips he can apply in his own superhero 'career.' ● Dr. Jacoby Jones isn't actually a super villain, or even actually evil. He's just really awkward and a dork.

Pacific City_ Young Heroes - Profiles|rating:3.0

My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee_Mr.Aznable)

Layla was not your average twenty-odd year old girl. She was in a subgenre of aesthetic that people looked down their nose at: Pastel Goth. Obviously far from a traditional goth, she liked the pale colors and bubblegum art and subtle romanticism of death. You couldn't miss her in a crowd with her pale blue hair and oversized macabre clothing. She was kind and loving to all she knew, never a dull moment with her around. Of course, such openness and self acceptance has its dangers. She fell in love, as all girls do; and as all girls are, she was devoted. But she was no more than a trophy, something to hang on your arm and rub in people's face. She got out of there, thankfully, by the skin of her teeth and sheer force of will. But it left her cold for a while, feeling like no one would really love her for who she was. At least until she met him... Data was more than a man. Tall and strong, and obviously not human. Bearing the marks of a Death head Hawk Moth, he easily stood out in a crowd. They met at a mutual friend's house party; she was the only one not having fun. And it wasn't because she was a wallflower, or she was reliving her edgy emo years, but rather she felt oddly dislocated from the festivities. So she sat outside, alone in the cold dark of the poolside, listening to the muffled bass of the music inside. She didn't look when she heard the sliding door open and shut, figuring it was one of her friends. She didn't think it would be a near seven-foot tall Rothman. His voice was deep but smooth. "Hey, what are you doing out here on your own?" He asked her. She glanced up at him and gave a sad smile before looking back at the pool. "I don't feel like an honest party goer in there. It's too loud and there's too many people. I haven't really been myself lately." "Yeah? Why not?" He asked. "I mean. Unless you don't wanna talk to a moth." He smiled. She smiled and laughed softly, "No, I don't mind talking to a moth." She replied before turning more toward him, "I'm, uh...getting over a really toxic relationship. I felt more like an ornament than his girlfriend...and it just..." She stopped, "It made me feel like...like people only like me for my out there appearance. I can count the pastel goths I know on one hand, y'know?" "I feel you. That sucks though, I'm really sorry to hear that." He said. "I mean your look is really cool, though." She blushed softly, "Thanks...hair dye isn't cheap though." She giggled, "Your look is pretty cool, too... I'm digging the grunge punk." "Yeah? Thanks. Most people just think I chew the clothes." He laughed. "Aw, that's mean." She said, smiling softly, "I'm Layla, by the way." He smiled. "Data." "Oh, like the nightshade...how cute." She smiled, "I think that's neat, you must have been the cutest larvae." He laughs. "I've been told that. Eh, I'm happy with how I look now." He said, smiling up at the moonlight. "You want to hang out sometime...? I know this monster friendly café on fifth that we can go to and just talk." She offered "Yeah, that sounds fun." He smiled. She gave him her number, and they stayed outside and shot the breeze until she was ready to go home. After that, they spent as much time as they could together; hanging out and just having a great time. She opened up to him more, their friendship quite platonic after the first couple of months; lots of cuddling and hand holding. She liked it, she was usually pretty platonic with her friends. But Data felt...nice. He loved spending time with her, loved that he could feel comfortable around her. Feel safe, even. "Wow, your sister is gorgeous... I love satin moths." Layla said during one of their hang-outs, Data showing pictures of his older sister Belladonna. "Her wife is stunning... God, I would pay her stupid amounts of money for just one of her feathers." She said with a grin. He laughed and smiled a bit. "Yeah Bella's got it good. She earned it though." He said. "Was her life kinda tough too?" She asked, playing with one of his much larger hands. "Yeah it was for the both of us. Just a lot of drama." He said. "I'm here to listen if you ever want to let some of it out..." She said softly. Her ears started to burn as she blushed, "I want to be there for you all the time, Turn..." "I. So do I. For you, Layla." He said. She glanced up at him and moved closer, "Yeah...? You promise...?" He made a soft noise and moved closer to her. "Y. Yeah. I promise." "Um...do you..." Her voice dipped to almost a whisper, "do you wanna...maybe...kiss...a little...?" He made a noise and nodded as he cupped her cheeks gently, pulling her into a soft kiss. She felt like she could fizzle and melt away right there. It was perfect; soft and gentle like he was. She kissed back, holding two of his free hands tight as she moved closer. He made a noise and kissed her only a little deeper, pulling her tight against him. She gave a soft noise of delight, slowly releasing his hands to trail hers up his hard chest all the way up to wrap around his neck. He held her tight gently rested two hands onto her thighs. She pulled back a bit and bit her lip, "You wouldn't mind if I didn't want to jump into anything right away, would you...?" She asked softly, "I want to make sure this will be long term." He nods. "No I completely understand." He said, gently nuzzling her with his chin. She smiled and gently scratched the base of his wings, "You're the sweetest..." She said softly, "I love you...more than just a friend since I tell you I love you all the time." She giggled. He smiled and chuckled a bit. "I knew what you meant." "I just wanted to be clear." She said, deepening her voice playfully. He smiles and kisses her cheek. Things didn't really change aside from the kissing now added whenever they greeted or parted. She got to meet both Belladonna and Astra, who were both so kind and welcoming to her. "I won't lie, I was really nervous you both wouldn't really accept me." She said. Astra scoffed." A married lesbian monster couple has no place to judge interspecies relationships." She said. He smiled and patted her thigh. "Either way, thank you two for being supportive." He said. "You know Bella well enough." Astra said, "And as much as I would love to have you both stay, I have a ton of work that needs to be done. Please do come back any time you like."" Will do! Thank you again for having us over!" Layla hugged them both, letting Data say goodbye before they both headed home. He hugged them both and moved out to hug her again. "Well we have their support." "God, I was so scared, they're both so much prettier in person!" She said with a smile, "I was so intimidated...!" He smiled and chuckled. "They're both sweethearts." "They are, ugh!" She hugged his arm and made a soft noise, "I'm so lucky." "And why is that?" He asked as he held her. "Because I have a boyfriend who loves me for me, and his family loves me too." She said He smiled and held her close, nuzzling her. "Aw.~ little sap~" "You love my sap~" She smiled, "It's my best quality~" "One of your best qualities.~" he corrected. "One of them~? What are my other ones~?" She asked. "Well, your hair. Your smile." He said. "You love my smile...?" She asked affectionately, holding one of his hands in both of hers. He flashed a grin. "Yeah, I love your smile." He said. "Well, I love your smile, too...and your eyes and your wings and your cute little antennae~" She said, nuzzling his arm He chuckled and held her close as he kissed her gently. She kissed back and made a soft noise, "I think I'm ready." She said softly against his lips. He made a soft noise. "Ready.?" "To take the next step..." She said, blushing, "To give all of me to you." He made a noise. "Are you sure.?" He asked her gently. She nodded, "I trust you... I don't want to be with anyone else...you make me whole, Data." He smiled SND kissed her again. "Let's go." She grinned and jogged the rest of the way home with him, unlocking the door and hurrying inside. After he shut the door, she jumped into his arms - knowing full well he could easily support her weight - and wrapped her legs around his waist as she kissed him deeply. He held her ass with two hands and roamed her body with one as he used his free hand to guide the both of them to the bed. When he laid her on the bed and Crawley over her, she was already shaking. She pushed her hands under his shirt and guided them over his hard abs, moaning softly at the oddly satisfying feel of his carapace. He hissed softly and braced two hands on either side of her head, before using his two spare hands to glide over her body. She tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside, her tongue playing with his lip ring as she worked on his pants. His plates shifted and he could feel himself throbbing. He was huffing softly. "F-Fuck." "What?" She asked breathlessly, "Did I do something wrong?" "N-No, keep going." He hissed. She nodded, pushing his pants open as her tongue toyed with his ring again, "I'm going to be honest, I've never had sex with a Rothman before...what should I expect...~?" He hissed and moaned softly, she could feel something hot and slick as she pushed his pants down. "T-Take a peak~" She bit her lip and angled her head to glance down at the slick thing that brushed against her hand. It was long and thick, but almost no texture besides soft ridges all over his cock. His juices were slick and plentiful, almost smelling sweet. "O-Oh." She blushed darkly and reached to gently stroke the length of it. It was solid and hot and so slick that it coated her fingers instantly. He huffs and moans lowly, his thick cock throbbing hard in her hands. His slick juices coated her hands. "I have a bit of a sweet tooth.~ might be kinda sweet~" Her eyes shot up from watching her hand to meet his gaze, "I already knew the sweet tooth thing, babe...mind if I test the theory?" "Go ahead, baby~" he said. She moved from under him and pushed him back a bit so she could get into a better position in front of him. She bit her lip before running her tongue slowly from base to tip, feeling a jolt of excitement as she tasted heavily all the fruits he had consumed that day. He arches and moans louder, loving the feeling of her tongue against his shaft She felt her ears burn as she moved to suck gently on the tip, moaning softly as she worked; her head moved slowly as she tested just how much of him she could take. He panted and huffed as he watched her, his juices leaking heavily onto her tongue. "F-Fuck, Layla~" he moaned lowly. Her back arched slightly, and she gave a soft sigh of delight. She must've really liked hearing him moan. He hissed and panted again, his juices getting sweeter. She could taste all the fruits he had eaten, and it was delicious. His moans were getting louder, and far more plentiful. She ran her tongue over the ridges she could reach as she took more into her mouth. Her fingers moved over the protective plates slowly, experimenting. He hissed and almost bucked his hips, letting out a louder moan. Oh, they were sensitive? She made a noise and did it again, not moving her head and just running her fingertips over the plates just to see what he would do. He hissed and sat for a moment, must enjoying it before he slowly began to instinctively buck his hips, bracing against the bed. She moaned softly around him, licking and sucking up the sweet juices as she let him buck. He loved it, loved every second. Her mouth was soft and warm, and he had to stop himself from using her. He panted, and his muscles flexed hard, gripping the sheets tight. She noticed and pulled back to kiss from tip to base, "Just don't get carried away, ok?" He nods and pants, looking down at her. "I-I won't." She kissed the tip before bringing him into her mouth again, her thumbs rubbing gently against the edges of the plates. He rocked his hips gently, moaning louder and louder. His juices were getting much more plentiful, was he getting close? Her tongue worked against the ridges, hoping it helped him in some way, her fingers working every inch of his plates she could reach. "F-Fuck I'm going to cum~!!" He hissed, bucking and trembling. She hesitated before her fingers slipped under the gap and caressed the slit of his vent slowly. He gasped and arched as he cried her name out, his whole body tensing as he dumped a sweet, sticky load into her mouth. She gulped his juices down almost greedily, her whole face a dark red as she waited for him to finish. He trembled and panted hard, drooling a bit as he slowly began coming down. "H-Holy shit." She pulled back and shifted her hips, "I hope that was ok." "M-More than okay.~ what about you~?" He asked, moving off of her slowly. "I-I could use some attention." She replied, "I-If you wanted, anyway." "I would love nothing more~" he said as he moved off of her. She bit her lip and tugged off her nice blouse to show her caged bra; the front straps more willing to wrap around her plump breasts rather than contain them. She pushed off her leggings and showed off her cute blue lace panties to him. He hissed and tugged her panties off before he began immediately eating her out. She arched and moaned loudly, his tongue stud adding a whole new level to the whole thing. "O-Oh...oh fuck, Data~❤" She moaned lowly, hooking her leg over his shoulder gently. He moans lowly into her and keeps working her with his tongue, running his stud over her clit with a low moan. "Ha aah~~ oh my God~ it's so good, baby~" She moaned, biting her knuckle weakly. He hissed and moaned lowly as he worked her faster and faster. His tongue felt so smooth against her heated folds, her juices sweet from the semi sugary diet change she made since they started dating. She was already drooling. He was devouring her now, working her as fast as he could, his cock throbbing hard again. Her moans only grew in volume, her back arching and her leg hooking a little tighter to pull him closer, "Data~!" He gladly obeyed and pressed closer, burying his face into her drenched pussy, running his stud over her folds. "O-Oh my God, I'm going to cum~!" She whined, her thighs shaking and trembling hard. He pants and looks up at her as he continues, loving how she looked. Her face was bright red, brows knit as her teeth dug gently into the bend of her index finger. She was right there, waiting for that push. He suddenly gripped her thighs with two hands and lifted her off the bed with his other hands as he pressed his face more firmly into her pussy, snarling and moaning as he ran his stud up to her clit again. She gasped and gripped the pillow tight as she screamed his name, her hips rocking against his lips to get as much out of him as she could as she rode out her orgasm. Her sweet lecture dripped and gushed onto his tongue, her toes curled tight as her thighs twitched. His stud and colder lip ring added a wonderful level of pleasure, his moans coming out as muffled grunts. "G-God, please fuck me, babe~ raw and unhinged, like you want to breed me~" She begged, her vision dizzy and unfocused. He pants and forces her legs wide open before slamming his massive cock into her with a loud hiss. She screamed again, much louder than before, her breasts jerking and bouncing in her caged bra. His plates felts good against her sensitive folds, his cock stretching her to her limit and then some. And his soft ridges. She already couldn't get enough. He pants hard and uses one large hand to pin her hands above her head, while two held her legs and one played with her breasts. He bucked and slammed his cock into her, moaning loudly and huffing. She couldn't consciously comprehend what was happening; all she knew was she was pinned down and being rated into dust by the strongest, sexiest man she had ever met. His grip was firm but definitely not enough to hurt her. She was on cloud nine. He slammed into her spot, rough and hard as he panted, bucking and moaning lowly in her ear. "O-Oh my God, Data~ h-harder, fuck, don't hold back~ I'm built to last~❤" She begged huskily. He moans lowly and slams harder, much harder than before. It sent a powerful shock up her spine, that tingled at the base of her skull. She clenched her jaw tight, not wanting to make any weird faces and turn him off. But it felt so good, she could hardly stand it. He slammed only harder into her, huffing SND moaning lowly as he bucks faster and faster She bit her tongue, moaning and screaming in utter bliss as he slammed into her. She clenched her fists tight as she watched him work, her whole body shaking. He huffs and pants hard, his muscles rippling and bulging as he slammed into her with nothing but brute strength "Oh fuck, it's too much~!! It's too much, I'm going to cum~!!" She cried. "That's it, Layla fucking cum for me." He huffs, slamming into her spot again and again. "Y-Yes, baby, yes~! Anything for y-!" She tensed and suddenly cried out, her walls squeezing tight around him as her juices coated his cock. "Don't...don't stop...~! Fuck, please don't stop~!!" He moans loudly and slams harder and faster into her, now picking her up and slamming her down again and again, moaning loudly. "F-Fuck~!!" "F-Fuck, baby, you're a total animal~! I fucking love it~!" She moaned loudly, gently clawing his back between his wings. He moans loudly and slams her down against his plates again and again, his cock throbbing hard inside her. "Hash!! Fuck, if you keep that up, I'll cum again!!" She cried but didn't move to stop him He slams her down harder and harder, moaning her name loudly as his cock stretches her out She arched hard, "F-Fuck, I'm cumming~!! I'm cumming~!!" She cried before screaming his name and climaxing harder around him, her juices gushing heavily. "F-Fuck, n-no it's too tight, I can't take it~!!" He cried as he moved her back onto the bed and began slamming faster, much more desperately than before. Her eyes were half lidded and dazed, letting him use her until he was spent. She felt like she was drunk and high at the same time. It wasn't long until he reared his head back to cry her name out loudly, slamming vent deep into her before releasing a massive load. She gasped and melted against his chest, "S... So...hot...so...full~" He pants hard and trembles softly. "F-Fuck." "That was...wow." She muttered, "I have never been plowed like that before." "Yeah? Well good, I'm glad your first time with a moth was a good one.~" he said. She smiled and laughed softly, "Thank you for making it so enjoyable~" "You're very welcome.~" he said. He moved to kiss her. "I love you." She gave a soft noise of delight as she kissed back, "I love you, too...so much..." She said softly The holidays began to roll around, and everything was festive. His apartment was decorated, surprisingly. Granted it looked like a train wreck of Halloween and Christmas, but it was still festive in its own right. "Nothing quite says bipolar like Halloween bats and Christmas lights." Layla said playfully as she looked around proudly. "Hey man I fucking love the holidays but I also love Halloween you know?" He said She laughed and hugged his waist, "I can stick little Santa hats on every bat and spider we have, babe, you're totally fine~" "Oh hell yeah that's great!" He said as he hugged her gently. She laughed, "So what does my big bad death's head Rothman want for Christmas~?" She asked, looking up at him and resting her chin on his chest "Whatever my little pastel goth thinks I would like.~" he said. "Wool yarn~?" She teased with a grin. He laughed a bit. "Haha, very funny~" he said "I thought it was chuckle worthy~" She smiled, "Maybe Misfit paraphernalia~" "I do love me some misfits, baby~" he said as he kissed her gently. "What about you?" "Hm~" She gave a thoughtful noise, "Perhaps get me something to wear that you would enjoy looking at~" He smirked and kissed her a bit. "So just a big black and red bow then~?" He joked. "If that's what you wanted, baby~" She purred, "I wouldn't mind~" He chuckles and kisses her again. "We'll see~" She giggled and kissed him, "You keep decorating, I'm going to go to the store and figure out what to do for dinner tonight and Christmas. Do you want Astra and Bella over Christmas Eve? Or do you want to go over there?" "Ah I think we can go over there, the apartment is a bit small." He said. She nodded and grabbed the keys before heading out. She had been looking up a lot of fruit based vegan recipes for him - there weren't a ton, but she managed. Furthermore, she thought maybe for Christmas she could make him what she cleverly called a "Fruit Turkey" - which was really just a shaved pineapple with different fruits stuffed and skewered onto it in the form of a turkey. He would like that. They got everything ready by Christmas Eve, even got each other a gift to open on Christmas Eve. He wore a black jacket with an open back, and of course dark clothes as he walked at her to Bella's door. "Do I look ok?" She asked for maybe the hundredth time that night. She had curled her hair in pigtails and wore a nice pastel purple dress with a black corset coat. Furthermore, she wore her nicest heels and did her make up perfect as always. He smiled and held her as he kissed her gently. "You look amazing as always~" She blushed and smiled, "Good." She muttered before they went in. Astra had made dinner this time; making Bella and Data sweet caprese salads made from soft fried banana patties, cottage cheese with chopped strawberries and drizzled semi sweet chocolate. For her and Layla she pans seared ham steaks with potatoes and roasted broccoli and cauliflower." It looks amazing, Astra." Layla grinned The Christmas season had passed quicker than expected, and now they were on to the new year. They were out enjoying some much deserved couple time, just being together happily in the open. Layla never minded the odd stares, she loved Data, and he loved her and that's all that mattered. Data minded the stares, but never really let on to it. She held onto one of his arms and nuzzled his bicep, "Isn't it nice out, babe? I bet you're loving all this sun~" He smiled a bit. "Oh yeah it feels fantastic." He said, holding her hand gently. "Thanks babe, this was a good idea." She smiled up at him, blue eyes sparkling, "You're totally welcome~" She chirped." Hey." She looked and stopped walking when an older man got in their path, "You know monsters aren't allowed in this part of the city, right?"" What? That's stupid, there's no rule that says that."" Get your ugly fucking bug out of here." He growled at her, and she gripped Data's arm tighter." He isn't ugly. Furthermore, he's allowed to be here if he wants to...!" Data made a noise and stood up straight, towering over the man before them. "I think you should choose your words a little nicer, old timer." "I know a good can of Raid that'll take care of you real fast, freak."" Leave him alone!" Layla yelled, getting between them, "Let's just go, babe, he's just a bigoted old jerk." He made a noise and huffed. "I could break that feeble body of his like a fucking toothpick. Can of raid, oh blow it out your ass." He grumbled as he walked away. "Hurry up and die already." Something hit him in the back of the head and Layla gasped; it was a half empty water bottle, and it came from the old man. She pulled her phone from her bag and glared at the old guy as she called the cops, holding Data's hand tight. She was shaking. "Size me old timer I think you dropped something." Data said, gripping the bottle tightly. "I dare you to give it back." He hissed." Babe, don't, I'm on the line with the-yes, hello? We're here on Washington Avenue and my boyfriend is experiencing hate violence. Yes, he's a monster." Layla said, trying to keep calm. Data moved away from her and strode towards the man, water bottle gripped tightly. He moved over to the man and pulled his shirt away from him before dropping the water bottle into his shirt. He stooped down, his large black eyes reflecting the man's image, his fangs now incredibly apparent. "There. I returned it." The man clocked him good and Layla gasped loudly, "Yes, please hurry, he just assaulted my boyfriend, and he isn't the patient type!" She said and hung up before running to get between them, "Babe, are you ok?!" Data backed up and held his jaw. "Oh you racist old fuck." He snarled. "Babe, no, the police are on their way!" She said, reaching as best as she could to rub his jaw, "Does it hurt?"" You're a disgrace to your own kind!" He spat at Layla, and she bit her lip, "Shacking up with monster, what, do humans not do it for you or do they just find you unlikable?" Layla hid her face in Data's chest, trying to ignore his hateful words. "Oh I am going to put you in the fucking ground where you belong you goddamn skeleton." He said, fighting the urge to wreck the man then and there "Do it. Another freak off the streets, at least." He challenged. Layla hugged Data's waist tightly." Don't, babe...please...the police will deal him..." She said. Data snarled. "One more racist windbag in the fucking dirt." He rumbled. Layla looked up when she heard the sirens and the cops came over to investigate the situation. Layla gave her statement while the other officer spoke with the old man. Data made a noise and sat down on the bench, expecting to be detained. "Excuse me..." A teen came up, holding out her phone, "I recorded everything...the old guy started it." She said, giving her phone to the officer. Layla smiled gratefully, and the teen nodded knowingly. Data smiled a bit. He was able to relax a little after that and nodded before mouthing a 'thank you' to the teen. She smiled and nodded, and the officer handed her back her phone before he and his partner took the old guy downtown." My girlfriend is a dryad...she had her antlers cut off with hedge clippers by people who shared his ideals... I won't let anyone suffer like we have..."" Thank you so much..." Layla said. "Really... Thank you. We owe you a lot." He said. "It's no trouble...she would want me to help." She said, "Take care!" She waved and headed off. Layla took his hand and gave a smile, "Let's go home, babe...we've been outside long enough." He nods and gets up, heading home with her. His heart was still racing. "Wanted to make that guy taste the fucking pavement." "I know, baby...but then you would have been arrested, what would I do then...?" She said, "Don't ask me to watch you be put behind bars." "I know, I know just. Fucking frustrating. Beyond irritating." He said "Well..." She blushed, "Why don't you take it out on me...? In bed...?" "What?" He was honestly taken back a bit. "I. I'm not sure if I heard that right." "I..." She paused, "Am I a freak for finding you really attractive for defending me back there...?" "No, I don't think so." He said. "So, then..." She blushed more, "Take out your frustrations...on me..." "Well. Alright, I suppose we can do that." He said. She smiled and unlocked the door when they got home, pulling him inside and jumping into his arms before kissing him deeply. He makes a low noise and kisses back, grabbing her ass roughly. She moaned against his lips and played with his lip rings before moving to his tongue stud. He snarls and moans lowly, his tongue stud playing with her lips gently. She moaned softly and pulled back slightly, "Take me to the bed~ tie me up good and tight~ treat me like the filthy human I am~❤" He huffs and grumbles lowly as he easily carries her to the bed and grabs the rope before tying her up tightly. Her face flushed, and she tested his knots before biting her lip, "Y-You're getting better, baby~" He smirks. "Gotta have a bit of practice every now and again." He said. He moved over her and kissed her again, rougher this time. She melted and kissed back, feeling herself growing wetter and wetter. He snarls into the kiss, running his hands roughly over her. He pulls back and slowly removes his tank top, his muscles rippling and flexing. "God looks at you, dirty thing. Enjoying the affections of a bug.~?" Her face flushed darker, "I know, I'm so gross~ subhuman, even~❤" She moaned, going along with it. He smirked and moved over her, two of his arms easily undoing his pants. He was throbbing already, his cock solid and hot and coated in his sweet juices. "Can I be even more gross and suck you off~?" She asked, "Maybe even run my tongue over your plates~?" "Oh you have to be careful with bugs like me, we're liable to take advantage of you all tied up like this." He growled. "That isn't a no~" She replied, squirming slightly. "Do you want to suck off a filthy bug like me, baby.~?" He asked. "Yes, baby, it's only my favorite thing to do besides loving you crazy mad~" She said. He chuckles and removes his pants, moving over to present his massive, fruit flavored cock to her. She ran her tongue slowly over the edges of his sensitive plates, moaning softly and glancing up at him. He growls lowly and watches her, running his fingers through her hair. She made a soft noise and took his smooth pointed cock into her mouth, moaning softly at the sweet taste. She bobbed her head steadily, not wanting to make him feel rushed. He growled and soon grabbed her hair, forcing her to work him faster. "No wasting time right now, baby. Are you alright with that?" He asked. She moaned loudly and nodded as best as she could, letting him work her as fast as he wanted. She was surprisingly sturdy. He moans lowly and moves her faster, his noises getting much lower and more feral sounding. She melted and closed her eyes, running her tongue over every inch of him. His juices were sweet, tasting of mixed fruit. "Fuck you're so good." He snarls, his cock throbbing hard in her mouth. She moaned loudly, blushing darkly at his words. He kept at it for a while, moaning and hissing loudly. He moved and used one of his hands to reach down and get a feel of how wet she was. She was soaked, coating his fingers heavily easily enough. She moaned at the attention and shifted her hips as best she could. There was a knot perfectly against her clit, and her shifting just made her ache worse with the friction. She moaned around him and shifted to try and have the knot rub against her clit, her body shaking for attention. He moans lowly and continues, drooling already. "G-God you want it so fucking badly don't you?" He asked. She nodded quickly, glancing up at him with pleading eyes. He moves over and pulls his cock out of her mouth before forcing her leg up, causing more of the absolutely incredible friction before pushing his cock into her gently with a low moan. "God." She arched and moaned lowly, "O-Oh fuck, baby...~!!" He moans lowly and snarls loudly as he suddenly forces the rest of his massive cock into her with a strangled grunt. She cried out and ground against him, his plates and the knot more than stimulating her. He moans louder and pulls back to the tip before slamming hard into her again and again, his frustrations slowly leaving with each hard thrust. "O-Oh my God, baby~!! AAH~!! Fuck, it's so good~!! H-Harder, please~!!" She begged. He wraps his hands around her throat as he continued to pound her ruthlessly, slamming harder and faster. She gasped and gave a strangled moan, her toes curling, "D...That...Urey...~❤" He snarls lowly and moves faster, bucking harder and slamming hard into her spot. His plates felt amazing against her sensitive pussy, pushing the rope against her clit and making her moan louder. He hissed and looked down, loving the sight of his juices mixing with hers and making a sticky web between them. "O-Oh...f-fuck...~!" She gasped and tried not to squirm, his movements already doing enough, "I-I'm going to cum...~!!" He snarls and growls loudly, moving much faster. "F-Fuck yeah, cum for me." He ordered, smashing harder against her, loving the loud, wet slaps. She arched off the bed and gave a strangled scream of bliss, her walls squeezing tight around his cock as her juices gushed from her heavily. He arches and moans loudly. "F-Fuck that feels so good~!!" He roars, slamming faster and faster "Ha aah~!! Oh, fuck~!! Pooh my God~!! I-It's too good~!!" She cried, her pussy even wetter than before. He moans louder and moves harder, his subtle ridges adding more pleasure than she thought possible She was just sensitive enough to enjoy the ridges to their fullest, her eyes unfocused as he used her, "O-Oh Data~~ fuck, you're so good~~" He roars and slams her harder into the bed, his muscles twitching SND trembling. She could only admire him, her lusty gaze ghosting over each twitching and flexing muscle, "Are you sure you're a monster and not a God~?" "B-Baby right now I'm nothing but vent deep inside you." He growled lowly as he slammed to the vent. She melted and tried to grind against him in her bindings, "And I love each fucking inch~❤" He snarls lowly and moves to pick her up easily, starting to use her as nothing more than a toy. Her head fell against his chest, and she moaned loudly, sputtering praises as he moved her. He slammed her down again and again, reaching one of his hands to rub her clit, wanting her to cum again "AAH~!! Oh, fuck~!! N-No, I'll cum~!!" She whined. "Yes, fuck yes I need you to keep cumming for me." He moans lowly, his cock throbbing hard inside her. "I-Is that a command...m-my monster overlord~?" She asked. He snarls and bites her neck slowly. "Consider that an order from your better." He demanded, slamming her down harder. She arched and cried out as she suddenly climaxed, her walls squeezing him tightly again as her juices dripped from her. "F-Fuck, fuck I'm going to cum~!!" He roars, his movements getting faster and more desperate. "Y-Yes, please, I-I need it~!!" She begged, shifting her hips against him. He cries her name out and slams her down to the vent as he suddenly burst inside her, flooding her with his potent, sticky cum. She melted and moaned weakly, "Oh...~ oh fuck...~" He moans lowly and pants hard, his cock throbbing and pumping a little more into her. She rested against him, trying to catch her breath. He untied her and set her down on the bed before laying next to her and panting. "You...really proved how much...superior you are, babe~" She smiled. "Ah. Thanks baby.~" he said as he pulled her close. She nuzzled into him and held onto him, "I love you, Data..." "I love you too. So much." He said as he held onto her. They didn't have another incident after that, but they mainly stayed home anyway; they were both mostly introverted. But Layla liked getting out of the house sometimes, and when she did, it was mainly for a date. This time was no different. "Babe, what say you to going out to that new monster bar that opened up down the street? I hear they have moth friendly lighting~" She said, hugging his shoulders from behind as he sat on the couch. "Yeah.?" He asked, looking back to her. "I don't see why we couldn't." She kissed his cheek, "We'll go after dinner so we can drink a bunch~ they may even have some heavy syrup for you~" "You think so? That'd be nice. Here's hoping I don't have to get into any fights." He said. "I don't think so...you're too scary~" She teased, "No one would mess with a Death's head~" He smiled a bit and hugged her arms. "Alright, sounds good baby." She peppered his cheek with more kisses, smiling from ear to ear. He laughed a bit and went back to reading, waiting for dinner. After sweet coconut curry for dinner with some raw fruit juice, they headed out to the bar. It was filled with various types of monsters, some with their human partners. Layla danced to the bar, bobbing to the loud beat as she went to order drinks. He smiled and watched her, kicking back in a booth in a dimly lit area. She moved over to him with a reddish glass with puréed fruit sitting at the bottom and a thin glass with blackberries and mint leaves. "Here, babe, I got you a blueberry cocktail with extra blueberries and extra simple syrup~" "Aw thank you so much baby~" he said as he took the drink. She sat with him and looked around, "This place is pretty cool." She said, sipping her berry mojito. "Yeah this place kicks ass!" He said. She smiled, "I'm glad you like it!" He smiled. Soon one drink turned to two. She had a few before finally feeling buzzed, "Want to go dance~?" "Sure, baby~" he said before getting up with her. She walked with him to the dance floor, dancing close to him to the beat. He moved and held her against him as they danced. She was having a blast, smiling and keeping close to him as they danced. He smiled and moved to kiss her gently. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kept her hips swaying. His hands trailed to her hips as he moved with her, making a low noise. She felt her body heat up more, and she gave a soft noise against his lips. He hissed softly and made a low noise as he pulled her tight against him. The kiss was heated a little more. She dug her nails into his back and moaned, her movements slowing to a stop. He growled softly. "Want to head home?" She nodded quickly, "Y-Yeah~" He made a noise and grabbed their stuff as he moved with her back to the door. She was giggling, holding one of his hands as he followed him out. He quickly took them home and pulled her into another heated kiss as he locked the door behind him. She moaned loudly and kissed back, pressing close to him and grabbing at his massive arms to keep herself steady. He lifts her up and grabs her ass as he heats the kiss further. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clawed his back between his wings. He moans lowly and carries her off to the bedroom. She giggled against his lips as she played with his lip rings, "We should get drinks there more often~" We should, huh?" He asked. He pulled her into another kiss and parted her lips with his tongue. She could feel his tongue stud. She played with it without a second thought, reaching to tug off his tank top. He tugged it off and moved to start undressing her. She was wearing her pentagram caged bra, knowing it was one of his favorites. He snarls and moves to devour her breasts, moaning lowly. She moaned loudly, sensitive from the alcohol in her system. He growls lowly and moans, slowly running his tongue stud over her nipple. "Hahaha~! Decatur~!" She moaned loudly, gently rubbing the base of his wings. He hissed and snarled lowly. "Fuck, baby." He moaned as he continued. She bit her lip and squirmed, her breathing becoming ragged and her moans sharp. He pants hard and slowly pulls back, undoing his pants and revealing his massive cock. He was throbbing hard, dripping with sweet juices. She admired it before looking up at him, "May I~?" "F-Fuck please do." He snarled. She moved and dragged her tongue slowly over his sensitive vent plates, her face flushed dark red. He arches and hisses loudly. "Sh-Shit.~!" She ran her tongue over each plate slowly before taking his sugar sweet cock into her mouth. He arches and moans lowly, tangling his fingers in her hair. She bobbed her head steadily, not wanting to rush him. He started forcing her to move faster, clearly buzzed. She moaned around him and glanced up at him, taking each inch he demanded she swallow. He looked down at her with jet black eyes and moans lowly as he slowly runs his tongue over his fangs. "God you look so good." She moaned lowly, her cheeks burning a dark red. Her tongue moved along the underside of his cock as a sort of, thank you. He hissed, and his cock throbbed hard in her mouth. He was so sweet, and he tasted just like the cocktail he had. Furthermore, he moaned lowly and used his stud to play with his lip rings for her to see. She gave a weak noise, eyes going hazy as she watched. Like he was some kind of God. He snarled lowly and bites his lip. "F-Fuck I'm getting close.~!" She moaned around him, her gaze never leaving him as she continued the pace he gave her. He gripped her hair and forced himself slowly into her throat, arching and crying out. She grunted, glad she didn't have a gag reflex and she would comfortably take the whole of his cock. "F-Fuck it's so good~!" He panted. "F-Fuck~!!" He pulled her back and moved her faster. "F-Fuck I'm going to cum~!!" She grunted again, more desperate sounding, her thumbs working over his sensitive plates. He howls louder. "D-Do you want to taste it~? O-Or do you want to make a mess~?" He snarled. She ran her tongue along the underside again, trying to tell him she wanted to swallow. He moved faster and nodded. "Y-You got it baby, here it comes~!!" He roars. She moaned in delight, her thumbs continuing to pet and rub his plates. He arches and cries her name out as he climaxes, slowly dumping his thick, sweet load into her mouth. She could definitely taste the blueberries, even a little of the alcohol too, before pulling back slowly. He panted and released her hair, pulling back. "Hahaha.~ Th-Thank you baby.~" "Y-You're welcome~" She smiled weakly before laying back and pushing off her leggings and panties. He snarls and moves over between her legs. "Need me, baby.~?" She nodded, "A-Always~ please, I'm aching~" He forced her legs open wide and suddenly starts working his stud over her clit with a low moan. She gasped and moaned loudly, arching her back and gripping her pillow tightly. He moans lowly and reaches up to grope her roughly, his cock aching yet again. "Ha aah~!! Data~!! F-Fuck, it's so good~!!" She cried, trying her best not to squirm. He moans louder and works her faster, pumping his tongue into her quickly. She screamed in delight, loving every second, each pump of his tongue. Especially with his stud. He moans louder and continues, working his thumb over her clit. She melted and whined lowly, "O-Oh my God~~❤" He moans lowly and works her faster and faster, gripping her thighs tight. "O-Oh fuck, n-no, you'll make me cum too quick~!!" She cried, her hips twitching. He ignores her and continues, black eyes staring up at her. She glanced down at him before crying out and looking away, "No, you're so hot~!! That's not fair~!!" He moans lowly and continues, lapping up her juices as he continues. She covered her face briefly before dropping her hands, "N-No, I'm going to cum~!!" He moans lowly and continues, not looking away from her for a second. Her face contorted with pleasure before her head fell back, and she cried out his name, her juices gushing onto his tongue. He moans lowly and works her slowly, helping her ride it out She panted weakly and gave a weak noise, "Ooh, fuck~" He pulls back and pants. "How was that, Layla.~?" "P-Perfect~" She moaned, "Totally perfect~" He smirks. "Ready for the best part~?" She bit her lip, smiling coyly, "Absolutely~" He moves over her and bites his lip ring gently as he slowly pushes into her. "O-Oh fuck, Layla~" She moaned lowly as he stretched her, "G-God damn, Data~" He bit his lip as each soft ridge popped into her, before he began relentlessly slamming into her. She screamed and cried out in bliss, gripping his arms tightly. "F-Fuck I can't take it, so fucking good~!!" He roars, slamming harder and harder into her spot. "F-Fuck Layla it's so good~!!" His plates ground against her sensitive folds, causing her moans to grow even louder, her body shaking under him. He howls and moves harder and harder into her. "F-Fuck Layla, fuck it feels so good~!!" She could only scream, drool dripping down her chin as her eyes became unfocused and clouded. He moans lowly as he suddenly picks her up and slams her down over his cock repeatedly. She grabbed onto his shoulders like he would keep her anchored, screaming and crying out in bliss. He moans lowly into her ear and moves her faster and faster. "F-Fuck fuck it's so good~!!" "G-God, it's too much~!! You're too much, baby~!!" She cried. "Y-Yes baby yes scream for me~!!" He howled. He pinned her to the wall and moved to slam into her with all of his strength. Her head fell against the wall, screaming more and more, her legs wrapping tight around his waist. "G-God it's so fucking good~!! It's so fucking good~!!" He slammed harder and faster into her, keeping her stable with two hands while pinning her arms above her head. "F-Fuck, I love you so much, you're such a powerful Rothman~!!" She cried. "Hahaha I love you too baby~!!" He howls, slamming hard into her spot. She gave a shrill scream, her walls tightening slightly around him. She was getting close. He belted out a loud cry and continued pounding away at her, looking down as he watched the sticky web between them. She was taking all of him, every inch. He couldn't look away. ’D... Datura, I'm gonna-!!" She inhaled sharply before giving a shrill cry, her walls squeezing around his cock and nearly halting his movements. He tosses his head back and cries out loudly. "F-Fuck Layla~!! O-Oh my god~!!" She held onto him tightly, her breathing ragged as she tried to keep from slipping, "H-Holy shit...~" He panted hard. "F-Fuck. G-God baby it's so good.~" "D-Don't stop...keep going...~" She pleaded softly. He panted hard and nodded as he slammed faster and faster into her, letting out a loud moan. His soft ridges felt amazing against her sensitive walls, causing her to moan lowly as she worked her fingers over the base of his wings again. "F-Fuck, Layla.~!" He moaned loudly. His cock was throbbing hard. "G-God baby it feels so good.~!!" She moaned softly close to his ear, "Fuck, your cock is the best, baby~❤" He arched and moaned louder as he slammed deep into her. He seemed to like that. She moaned softly by his ear again, seeing if he really did like it or if it was a fluke. He cried out. "F-Fuck~!! I'm getting close~!!" He cried out. "I can't wait for you to fill me, baby~ can't you feel how wet I am just from the thought~?" She asked. He roars loudly. "Y-Yes baby I feel how wet you are, it's so good~!!" She moaned softly and continued to play with the base of his wings. He suddenly slammed hard into her and cried her name out loudly as he dumped his massive load deep into her. She mewled and bit her lip, "S-So much~~❤" He panted hard and rocked his hips hard, biting his lip before moaning weakly and dumping another small load into her. She shivered, face flushing darkly, "A-Another one?" "Just a little one.~" he panted. Time passed and Data was relaxing on the couch "Hey, babe." Layla came up behind him and hugged his shoulders, "I had an idea we could try." He made a noise and relaxed a bit under her touch. "Oh yeah.? And what's that.?" He asked. "I was thinking maybe I could try topping? Tie you up all pretty and maybe blindfold you~ if you were interested~?" She purred. He made a noise and his antennae twitched a bit. "Well sure~ I don't see why not~" She grinned and kissed his cheek, "Come on then~" "We- already? Ok.~" he said as he got up and walked with her. "Unless you don't want to~?" She teased. "Oh I never said that~" he said as he walked to the bedroom. She giggled and moved to grab her ropes and things, "Get undressed, big guy~" He made a noise and peeled off his tank top and moved to remove his pants before laying back on the bed. She started to tie him up, having to use two whole lengths to get all of him. His wings were pinned down and his arms folded one over the other and some tied around his vent, "How pretty~" He made a low noise SND watched her, feeling his plates begin to shift. She noticed and smirked before gently pulling a blindfold over his eyes, "No peeking~" She purred before licking his lip ring. He shuddered, and she noticed that his plates shifted and parted a little faster. "Already you seem to be liking this~" She teased. He made a noise and his plates shifted completely open. "I-I dunno what you're talking about." He tried to keep being tough. "Oh, you don't~?" She purred softly, her hand moving to gently tease his vent, "I don't believe you~" He arched and hissed, his cock quickly emerging from between his plates. "N-Nope, no idea." She made a noise and moved to lick his cock as it slowly emerged, "No idea~?" He shuddered hard SND bit back a low moan, his cock already solid and throbbing, dripping his juices as he rigged lightly against the restraints. "N-No clue.~" he panted. She gave a skeptical noise before slowly beginning to suck him off. He tossed his head back and let out a hiss. "F-Fuck. What happens if I say I like it.~?" He asked her. "You get a hell of a lot more than just this, big guy~" She purred. He hissed and made a noise. "Y-You caught me.~ I love it.~" he said with a low moan. She giggled softly and took him all the way to the vent before working him quickly. She was really wet already; seeing him tied up and tying him up like that really excited her. He arched against his restraints and moaned louder, his lack of sight making it feel so much better. "F-Fuck, Layla~!!" He cried. She moaned around him as best as she could, her tongue working the soft ridges of his cock as she bobbed her head. He moaned louder, his sweet juices practically pouring onto her tongue. He tried not to buck his hips, but her tongue felt so good. She took him to the vent randomly, adding a fun twist of variety. She tried not to tease herself as she worked, but it was getting harder. He arched hard and cried her name out each time she went to the base, his cock throbbing hard in her throat. "F-Fuck, Layla~!! B-Baby I'm getting close~!" She gave a soft hum, a hum that nearly pushed him over the edge, and worked faster. Like she needed him. He gasps and arches hard as he instantly climaxed, unable to hold back as he dumped his massive, thick load of sweet, fruit flavored cum down her throat She swallowed it all happily, slowing to a stop before pulling away. He panted hard and trembled. "Hahaha. O-Oh fuck.~" "So far, so good~" She purred before moving to undress. "Y-Yeah, I'll say.~" he panted. "S-So what now, you let me out of these bindings.~?" "Oh no, far from it~" She purred before guiding him onto his back and promptly sitting on his face. He made a low noise and immediately began devouring her core, his cock throbbing hard as he lapped up her sweet juices. She moaned lowly and blushed; now she knew why he liked being a top so much. "What a good monster you are~" She moaned. He moaned into her and moved faster, tugging again at his restraints. He could see why she liked this. She ground gently against his mouth, "Do you like this, baby~? Are you having fun~?" He nodded and moaned in agreement as he worked her clit and focused on it. She arched and moaned loudly, face flushed, "F-Fuck, just like that~!" He moans lowly and hisses slightly as he continues devouring her, trying not to shift, but he was aching so badly. "F-Fuck, just like that~ a-ah~ I-I'm getting close~!" She whined. He continues, his cock throbbing and dripping heavily. She ground against his mouth again, his tongue stud putting in work, before she arched and cried out his name as her juices poured from her. He moans lowly and greedily laps up her sweet juices, helping her ride it out. She panted and shivered before crawling off of him, "Holy shit." She laughed softly. He panted softly. "Y-You good?" He asked. "Oh yeah~" She grinned, "Just gotten figure out how to fuck with you like this." She giggled. "You could untie me if you felt you could trust me.~" She gave a soft noise, "Well~ I don't know~ I don't think you've really earned it~" "Aw alright.~" he said, giving a smile. She helped him sit up before moving onto all fours and gently backing up onto his cock. He melted as soon as he entered her, moaning lowly as his cock pulsed with every inch that entered her. She moaned lowly, and it made his wings and spine tingle. She buried him fully and sat there for a moment. He arched hard and moaned her name loudly, his cock throbbing as his ridges rubbed perfectly against her walls. She bit her lip and moved slowly, moaning softly, "Fuck, baby~" "F-Fuck, Layla.~" he moaned and snarled, bucking against her slightly She moaned lowly and kept her slow pace, knowing full well it was driving him nuts. "L-Layla baby p-please I can't take this.~!!" He cried, bucking against her movements. She moaned loudly but didn't move any faster, "Oh, you can't~?" "N-No I can't~!!" He cried. "Aw, you poor baby~" She cooed but went neither faster nor slower, looking back at him to watch his expressions. His brow was furrowed hard, and it looked like he was grinding his teeth, his cock throbbing harder inside her. "What do you say, baby~?" She purred softly. "B-Baby please I can't take it.~!!" He cried. She made a small noise and rocked her hips only a little faster. "I don't know~" "L-Layla baby please I-I need you to move faster~!!" He cried. "You gonna pop if I don't~?" She asked teasingly. "Y-Yes~!! I-I can't take the teasing~!!" He cried She gave a fake sigh before moving faster, moaning weakly, "F-Fine, you lug~" He arched hard and moaned her name loudly. "Th-Thank you Layla~!! Thank you so much~!!" She bit her lip and moaned lowly, "Y-You're welcome, Turn~" "F-Fuck you feel so good.~!!" He cried. She moaned loudly, her facade almost faltering, "Sh-Shut it, you dumb monster~" He moans louder and cries out. "F-Fuck.~!!" "You like being demeaned, baby~? You want me to be mean to you~?" She asked. "S-Sure mama, go ahead~" he moaned lowly. She slammed back against him and moaned loudly, "God, a big filthy bastard like you is only good for fucking~ the only purpose you monsters serve is to be used for sex~" She moaned huskily. "O-Oh fuck you, Layla that was way hotter than it should have been.~" he moaned lowly. She stopped to laugh before clearing her throat and moving again, "Was it?" She asked breathlessly. "Y-Yeah, it was.~" he panted. "I-I'm glad~" She said before bouncing her hips hard against him. He lulled his head back and cried her name out again, his cock throbbing harder inside her. "F-Fuck, these ridges are going to force me over too quick~" She moaned weakly. "F-Fuck Layla baby, t-tell me how much you love this cock.~!" He pleaded. "I-It's the best one I've ever had~! Fuck, not even my ex made me feel this fucking good~! Y-You're even fucking bigger than he was~!!" She cried. He roars in pleasure and bucks hard against her and tugs at the restraints again, sending his cock right into her spot. She screamed and nearly lost her balance, "O-Oh fuck~!!" It nearly sent him over the edge hearing her scream, so he bucked into her spot again and again. "AAH~!! Data~!!" God, that never got old. He moaned louder and slammed faster and faster into her spot, trying to ignore his building climax. "Fuck, just like that, baby~!! Just like that~!!" She cried. He cries her name out again and slams as hard into her as possible. "F-Fuck, I'm going to cum~!!" She cried weakly. "O-Oh fuck yeah, c-cum for me, Layla.~!!" He cried. She rocked her hips faster before slamming back with a scream, her walls squeezing tight around him. He arches hard and cries her name out loudly. "F-Fuck~!! L-Layla~!!" She whined and continued to move her hips, "Oh, you want to cum, baby~?" "Y-Yes~!! I-I do, p-please let me cum~!!" He cried. "You are more than welcome to~" She moaned, bouncing harder and as fast as she possibly could. He tugged hard at the restraints and gasped as he belted her name out in a loud roar, his sticky sweet cum spilling from him and filling her far past the brim. She melted and moaned weakly, "O-Oh my God~" "H. Hash. F-Fuck.~~" She slowly moved away and moved to untie him, "Did you have fun~?" He smiled and panted. "Absolutely~" he said. She got all the rope and pulled the blindfold off, smiling gently, "I'm glad...maybe we can change it up some time." "Oh? Did you enjoy it~?" He asked. She laughed softly, "Yeah, I did...it was pretty fun." He smiled and kissed her gently. "I love you." She smiled and kissed back, "I love you, too~"

My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee_Mr.Aznable)|rating:2.0

DnD 3.5 Campaign

You step off the boat, looking at the new comrades you have discovered during your latest adventure, and you wonder what lies ahead. All around you lies the only big city on the small, mostly jungle island. You can hear the sounds of dockworkers, moving crates, or repairing ships. Off down the road you see the most popular tavern on the island, Aryan's Hut. KardgorrRising from my morning meditations and stretches, I make my way above decks. With a beautiful day ahead, I savor the scents of the sea air, the feel of the wooden deck beneath my feet, the very feel of the wind brushing over my skin. All that readily in mind, I step along the gangway, making my way off the vessel. As I begin to walk the docks, I keep my ears open for anything of interest -- news of what might be happening on the island and in the city. KyrillKyrill had risen early this morning, knowing that his destination was to be reached today. He had been following this trail for months, whispered stories in one town, grisly findings in another. Each one bringing him one step closer, all finally leading here." But what will I find here?", he wondered as he stood in the bow of the ship, Irina heeling patiently at his side, enjoying the salty air, however strange it was. The heat had been unbearable below decks for both of them, and he could tell from the way Irina had ceased to pant thatchers doing better, at least. He toweled off the sweat from his face as he shielded his eyes from the sun, watching as the harbor slid closer and closer. It had been almost nine weeks ago that his lord, Nikolai Gregorovich, had directed him to head south. A series of grisly murders had occurred in his adopted city, each seemingly unconnected. Gregorovich's orders had been simple, follow the trail, wherever it led, and put a stop to it. Krill had not started out alone, of course. Two others had gone with him--Aleksandr had been the leader of their small band, an experienced captain of men, but more importantly, having a sharp mind and an intuition for the ways of criminals. Mikhail had been their thief-catcher--clever at getting information, finding out the undercurrents in any city and prowling the streets at night. Aleksandr had been the brains, Mikhail had had the skills, and Krill was the brawn. Unfortunately for Krill, the other two were gone, one dead for sure. Mikhail had been first, and he had simply vanished. They had waited in the city of Bristol for four days, hoping he would return, but had given him up for dead. Aleksandr, at least, was certainly dead. Aleksandr had apparently asked the wrong questions in the last town they had visited. Someone had grown suspicious, and for all his skills with the criminal underworld, he had been murdered. Krill found him in an alley later that night, a garrote wound around his neck. Krill had worried when he didn't come back to the inn they were staying in. And now Krill was out of his element. He certainly was not a detective; he was only now becoming accustomed to the world of men, with all its intrigue and deception. He was a man of war, or had been, at least. The battles he knew were straightforward, frontal attacks, ambushes on supply trains, pillaging and burning. Not this. Certainly not this. He hoped his message wouldn't be too long in reaching his lord, informing him of his present circumstances. Kyrill was drawn out of his reverie as the ship touched into harbor. He realized with a grimace that he hadn't even been able to enjoy the sea breeze." Come on girl," he said as he stepped back from the front of the ship and walked down the gangway, nodding to the captain and flipping him a small purse, payment for the voyage. At the bottom of the gangway, he stayed long enough to ensure that his mules were properly stabled. After he was satisfied, he began to stroll down the dock, trying to take in the strange sights. For the eighth time since dawn, he thought to himself how unbearably hot things were this far south as he loosened the collar of his shirt a touch more. It was then that he noticed yetanotherman dart out of his way as he strode along, and almost cursed Gregorovich for sending him away. Among the men of his unit back home, he was, if not welcomed into their hearts, at least accepted for what he was. He doubted if the men who kept trying to clear out of his way had ever even seen the likes of him before. He was going to need information if he was going to get started. Furthermore, he noticed a dockworker and thought he might as well get started." Excuse me, sir?(he tried his best to adopt a subservient, meek tone--it came across as a dull rumble). I just came off the ship, and I could use some help orienting myself. Could you please tell me a little about your city? As he asked, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the others coming off the ship. They seemed good in a fight, and there was something about their demeanor that told him they might be able to provide the help which he so desperately needed... Gillian After leaving the ship Gillian pauses to take in the sights. She waits patiently for her wagon to be offloaded, and waters her horses, who are panting in the heat." There you are boys"she says quietly. She waits for the rest of the group to disembark before looking around for lodging. BrigotBrigot got off the boat and looked around. Well I hope these people can pay well. I guess I should wait and see what happens, at least I got a free boat ride. Spotting one of the others who helped him fight the sea hags, Bright decides to stick with them until he can find a mission. Roth'light strides confidently down the gangplank, great sword strapped to his back, holding a large barrel. He easily lifts the barrel into the wagon at the bottom, then re-enters the ship to continue helping unload the cargo. Gorillas Krill stands waiting patiently, the deckhand seems visibly agitated. Gulping, he says, "N-Not mu-much to t-t-tell. I'm w-with the sh-sh-ships." Frantically, he points to one, "That one," and runs off in the general direction he pointed. Muttering silently to himself, Krill realizes that his decision has been made for him--he'll need the help of others if he's to make any headway in some kind of investigation. Krill turns to the pair at the base of the gangplank. Spoiler Hide Listen with a Russian accent, and you'll get the idea. "I do not know that we were ever properly introduced, unless you call baring blades together introduction. My name is Krill Medvedyev. You two look like you know how to handle yourselves in the world. I could use help with task I have been given, but this is not proper place for talk. If you are interested, let us find shade and privacy. Perhaps we can see if the others from ship would like to do same. Roth'light re-emerges from the ship carrying a large crate. After gathering together on the docks, the group decides that they should all get rooms in the nearby tavern since their goals are all similar. Gorillas the party gathers around a corner table in the tavern, Krill speaks up:It seems to me that we are stumbling in the dark at this point. I propose this: 1) We procure rooms and stabling for our animals, as we will need base of operations. 2) A few of us should visit local government, attempt to gain audience, and then explain our purpose in coming here. 3) The others should explore the city, try to learn the undercurrents of the streets--what people are thinking and talking about. 4) Meet back here, discuss what we've found, and then make a decision from there. That is what I propose, at least. What do all of you think? And with that, Krill leans back, waiting patiently. Feeling that he has spoken plenty for now, he wants to listen to the others and hopes one of them will make the decision. I am just not a leader--not in these conditions, anyway, he thinks with a sigh. Gillian Sitting humbly to the side, dwarfed by the larger men of the group Gillian speaks up somewhat timidly"We are stumbling in the dark indeed, Krill was it?, but I feel that's because we seem not to know what it is we are doing here, together I mean. I'm sure we all have our own reasons to come to this city." She pauses to allow someone else to inject their voice. We should try to make the best of it though... She smiles politely and observes the other patrons in the tavern. KyrillKyrill, startled, sits up." Forgive me. How forgetful I can be! My mind has been very full of late, what with this mission I have been given." Kyrill then relates to them why he has asked them to join him and Quentin, as the two had discussed on the road the nature of their respective tasks and agreed to work together. Krill explains that he is following a trail of murder from his city, but is at a loss regarding how to proceed, as he has lost his partners and isn't very good at detective work or remaining unobtrusive in a crowd. He needs their help. Unfortunately, he doesn't know very much. The murderers themselves are long gone, perhaps dead to cover up the trail, and all he has are whispered hints that have led him to this city." Quenten, what can you add? I am sure your detective skills have uncovered much." Spoiler Hide Sorry to put you on the spot! As you talk, a waitress approaches your table, "How may I help you today?" she asks. KyrillStill abashed, and glad for the interruption, Krill replies:Please, a round of ale for my friends. "An ale for each of us." Roth'light turns to Krill." The third task seems most suited to my own skills." Krill"Oh, and another for my dog, please, in a dish,"he says with a wink to Roth'light and a scratch behind the ears for Irina. Waiting for the others to reply, he whispers to Roth'light." That is good to know, my friend. I would be curious, actually, to get a sense of what each of our "skills" are. You are cleric, yes? To what god do you pray to, that he told you to join us? "And, dear lady,"he says, turning to Gillian, what brings you to this city, and why have you agreed to join us? "I serve Word, the Brawler." Roth'light said, gesturing to the silver fist hung about his neck. "Will there be anything else?" the waitress asks after writing down the round of ales. Krill"Actually, yes. I'd like meal--whatever is good. If you do not mind?"he looks to the others for approval,"I'm famished." He looks back to the waitress,"And put it all on my bill, mistress." Kyrill turns back to Roth'light. Tell me, how did you come to that? Have you been long in his service? Thinking, Krill quickly turns back to the waitress before she goes:Actually, mistress, there is one more thing: I am new to city and do not know much. If you please, tell me about it. What is like? What happens here? Is anything going on? Are there customs we should be aware of? BrigotBrigot stays silent till now pondering what he should do in order to contribute to the group. Listen why don't I try talking to the local enforcement here? They might already have some ideas or might need help with another problem. If we can become known for working for the rulers of this city, then our investigations will be made easier. "Gosh, you must be from far away." the waitress exclaimed, "We're part of the Erin Kingdom, just like anyone else, why should our customs be different? As for events, I don't think there's anything coming up except that the nobles convene next week. I've heard they use magic mirrors that allow them to see each other from across the island!" "I came into Word's service when I was twenty. A group of his clerics travel the kingdoms hosting games, and I left home to join them. He turns to Bright." That plan sounds sensible. Better to go before the nobles as a known friend than a stranger." Krill - Half-Orc Were-Bear Ex-BarbarianKyrill leans forward." Convening? Is this normal, or is something happening? And to use magic mirrors! That is interesting. I have never heard of the like. In my country, we use pigeons. "I'll admit I know very little of the customs of Erin, having come newly to this land from North, but I cannot imagine any real differences. ... That is, unless you think of something that might be important for a stranger like me to know. Is there anything I should avoid--someone dangerous or someone I might offend? Something I should be careful not to say? Or, on other hand, is there someone in this city whose acquaintance I should make?" Turning to Bright and Roth'light, he says,"I think that is excellent plan. But I also think we may want to go about it in such a way as to avoid the attentions of certain interested parties". As the others converse with the barmaid and each other Gillian approaches the barman"Excuse me sir, but my fellows and I are looking for lodging. What rooms are available, and what's the price?" "Wow sir, you really are from far away, the nobles convene every month. My Grappa says there's no way they have magic mirrors, but my friend Saline says that she thinks the riders are decoys." The waitress looks up for the first time, then gives a little scream before running towards the kitchen." Well, we got the best rooms fer the price hereabouts. Old Frankie's place don't even have rooms, you have to listen to they other peoples snoring. Nah, I've heard tell of better rooms elsewhere, but you ain't gonna git that anywhere on this here island. The price's one gold, if'n you please. I'm Aryan by the by." he turns away from Gillian for a moment to stop the waitress and says to her, "Sheesh girl, ain't you got no brains? We're done had evil critters here, I used to tell you stories 'bout them. I'm done seen lycanthropes 'fore, and that one ain't no evil critter, now go on over there and apologize." The waitress returns to the table meekly, although it's clear she's no longer scared. Krill"It is quite all right, dyevushka. I know that my appearance can be somewhat...disturbing. Now, if you are able, I would very much like to learn the answers to my questions concerning offending wrong people, or who I should be sure to make acquaintance. But if not, I would be just as happy to eat. The food smells most excellent." Spoiler Hide If she says something important, it may change what I say next. I'll roll a gather information check, just in case it matters. (d20)[5]+1 Turning to his companions when she finishes, he says,"As I have said, I like your plan. I think that Gillian has right idea, too. As soon as my stomach no longer growls, I would like to get moving. I would be more than happy to follow your lead, for (as you can see from our poor lady's experience) I have difficulty with people." Glancing at Quentin, and then back to his companions:"It would seem that our investigator friend here has much to mull over. Let us allow him to think over what we have seen so far." He turns again to the detective,"If you would like to stay, of course. Or if you would prefer, you may find out more if you wander the streets, or see if you can speak with any of your contacts, or even the nobles. We shall see what you have found when we return. Good hunting to you." Back to the party:Maharishi [Comrades], I feel that I have spoken enough. You talk. What else would you recommend? What are your thoughts on situation. And, if you have no further plans, I would like to know more about you personally." And with that, he and Irina will settle in to their food and ale, whenever it comes, listen to the others, and then he will be ready to go, following the others' lead (after getting a room and paying the innkeeper). "Well thank you, Master Aryan, This does seem quite the establishment." She smiles politely while digging in her coin bag and pays him for two nights." I'll let my friends know about the prices," motioning towards the groups table"Is there room enough for all of us?" BrigotBrigot stands up from the table. Well I'm going to go see what is going on in the city that might need our help. I'll meet you back here tomorrow. With that Bright leaves and begins heading for the local guards HQ. KyrillCalling out to him as he leaves, Krill yells,"We'll take care of your room! Come back this evening and let us know what you've found if you can,"and then returns to listening to the others and eating, absent-mindedly scratching behind Irina's ears. "Er... How many are you." Aryan pulls out a book from under the counter. "It looks like we have seven rooms on the second floor and all fifteen on the third open. Thatshouldbe enough." Back at the table, the waitress, Amalia, had just finished listing everyone you shouldn't piss off, which included her father and the cranky old woman who lived next door to her. "Oh, and don't get on the wrong side of Darrin," she adds, "He runs almost all the major shipping on the island, and a good deal on the mainland too, very powerful. Says he met the king once." Krill - Ex-Barbarian Really? I shall have to avoid...pissing?...off your father and neighbor. I have not heard of this Darrin before. Tell me, what is he like? "Well I can't say too much myself, but-," Amalia notices Aryan giving her a look, "Oh, listen, I got to go work, good luck." She grabs your food from the kitchen and quickly delivers it to your table before rushing off to other customers, nearly tripping twice. The door to the inn pushes open, and in slips the muscled form of Ardor. Having appeased his curiosity of the common words on the street, he seats himself on the floor by the table where the others sit, keeping his mouth shut and ears open in this place Krill - Ex-BarbarianKyrill leans over and quickly fills in Ardor on what he's missed and asks him if he found anything interesting on his jaunt. Ardor shrugs. "The people are silent on the matter here -- the cult is not common speak. We will have to go higher for direction, I think." A smile creases the leathery green face, and a shrug over the shoulders though. "Supposedly plenty of mountain to climb here, though. Perhaps we will have a chance..." Krill - Ex-Barbarian Finishing his meal, Krill stands. Spoiler Hide He doesn't do this until it seems everyone is finished talking. There were a few questions he asked that have gone unanswered so far. I'm not sure if the conversation is really over, but if no one speaks up, I don't have anything else to say, and I'm ready to find the plot! "If there are no objections, I am going to get room (both for myself and one for Bright), and then take a stroll around city myself. When Bright comes back, we may have something to do. I should be back before dark falls. I think it good idea to agree to meet back at table tonight at (insert dinner time here). Before I go, I would like to have some idea of everyone's plans. Also, would anyone like to join me?" Spoiler Hide What time is it? He lifts his bag off the ground, along with the bags from the mules, and walks over to the innkeeper. He introduces himself." Thank you for calming girl. I, too, would like room, sir. One for myself and another for my friend. One gold piece, yes?" He lowers his voice:"Here are three, if you will provide room with sturdy lock, and another piece for friend's room. I feel like taking walk. Do you have any recommendation?" When the conversation finishes, Krill heads upstairs to his room and leaves behind the bags from his mules. He locks the door, and sets Irina to guard the room (she is a guard dog, after all). He then begins to walk the streets, following any leads the innkeeper may have given him. Spoiler Hide Gather information check for wandering the streets: (1d20+1)[12] I'm technically supposed to roll an amount of time for this check (1d4+1)[5], but he'll just stay out until he finally stumbles into a plot hook or night begins to fall. When dusk falls, he heads back to meet the group at the appointed time (unless you tell me that something happens or another member of the group stops him from going). This is mostly just a way to kill time 'till Bright gets back, or we find a plot hook and get rolling. Finding the guards HQ was harder than Bright had expected, but he asked directions and arrived there quickly enough. The building was small for an outpost, but still the biggest building in the area. The outside of the building was decorated with murals carved into the marble. Standing at the entrance on either side were two armed and armored guards." Er... all rooms, I mean, all our rooms are the same quality, and I cannot in good conscience, nor good wisdom, take your gold for something I cannot give you." Aryan looks a little disappointed, but gives back the extra gold. "Here are the keys. A place to walk? Hamm... well there's the art district, we have many talented artists here, our Lord Bail takes great interest in the arts." BrigotBrigots walks up to one of the guards, completely relaxed. Hello, I was wondering if you would know who I should talk to in order to be hired as a specialist protected? Bright rattles off calmly. As he waits for a reply, Bright tries to get an impression of how strong and skilled the guards are here. "Captain Gain is in charge of recruitment." the guard says simply. His friend pipes up, "oh don't mind him, he thinks conversation should be kept to a minimum when on duty. Go right on in, take your first left, three doors down on your right."(And a... wisdom check I guess for determining the skill of the guards.) After Gillian gets her room ready she decides to accompany Krill on his walk"So are there many in your homeland, that are ...like you?"she asks Krill meekly as they walk the streets." I mean I'm not... well, I just have a natural curiosity I guess." Roth'light, having finished his ale and determined that there wouldn't be any bar fights happening any time soon, decides to accompany Gillian and Krill. BrigotBrigot thanks the guards and follows their instructions looking for the captain they mentioned. He looks around trying to get a feel for the number of guards and how well armed they are.Spoiler Hide I want to expand that wisdom check to include as much info as possible about the guards. However, I can't remember what my wisdom score is, I believe I had a +2 or a +1, but unless I miss the DC by 2 it shouldn't be a problem. (d20)[16] Bright is able to discern only that the guards seem fairly confident of their abilities. Krill - Ex-Barbarians they walk down the streets, Krill wipes his brow and looks away into the distance for a moment." No, you could say I am one-of-kind, and I do not mind your asking. It is long story, but I will tell a little of it now. You see, I was once normal human-orc hybrid. But I was very bad man." His eyes lose focus for a moment. He almost whispers what he says next." I led band of orc raiders called 'Fist of Yurts' in the far north. We did very bad things." He starts to tremble a little, but then recovers." On one expedition, however, we found group of bears. We killed them--for fun. Or tried to. They nearly killed all of us. One of them bit me before I slew him. I think that is what did it. "I was...changed. Whatever was in me saw how evil we were. It...caused me to kill Fist. It changed me outside, first, and I could not control. But over time it changed inside, too. My old life is like dream--or Kashmir...nightmare?--and one I regret bitterly." There are tears in his eyes, but a fire now, too." Does that make sense to you?" She responds gently, sensing much pain in Krill"A little I suppose... Kind of like the stories I hear from the countryside of wolves that can change men... but from you, I'm guessing it's quite the opposite. From what I hear those creatures turn good men bad?.. So the bears were the opposite."drifting off she pauses, taking in his demeanor." At any rate I'm glad to be adventuring in your company... your presence does seem to keep unsavory folk away." The three of you wandering the city, do you walk up to people and ask them questions, or just listen to the gossip? Do you go anywhere in particular, or just wander aimlessly? Spoiler Hide Gillian will be listening for gossip, trying to hit gathering spots like wells and market stalls etc. Roth'light follows Krill and Gillian, absent-mindedly listening to Krill's story.IOC:Spoiler Hide I'm just following the other two until something happens. Krill - Ex-BarbarianOOC:Spoiler Hide Krill's probably going to be doing a mix, but sticking with the group. Seeing as how he doesn't want to draw attention to the group from the cult, he's not going to go up to someone and ask, "What do you know about the illegal cult?, seeing as how it'd just inform the cult that people are asking questions about them. It's mostly going to be asking people very vague and open-ended questions, and then honing in on the answers--like he did about the shipping guy. Questions not meant to reveal his true intentions. He'll ask about the city, pretending ignorance due to his being a traveler, and try to cash in on that perceived ignorance and naïveté. A conversation about religion may hold some answers. It might even be that he feigns a conversation with Roth'light about religion in a bar, in such a way as to draw others into talking about religion and philosophy, and perhaps let something slip. He'll also be listening to others' conversations as he walks or "stops to sit and rest" in marketplaces, but again, not being obvious about it. He's got a pretty solid listen check, so he ought to be able to hear from a distance. His scent ability might also give him an ability to smell people's emotions, like fear. That's up to you. It's not technically in the feat description, but science has shown that human women can smell fear on men, and it also added an interesting dynamic in the Wheel of Time series. It may be that at the end of this, he only has a general idea of the mood of the city, whether people are fearful about something or not, or he may overhear some specific piece of information, or someone might say something suspicious that he has to ponder over. Furthermore, it's your call, of course. Hopefully, by going about things this way, it allows you to write a narration of what we do, rather than a week-long back-and-forth between us. If we find your plot hook, great, if not, we'll wait for Bright to get back with a job for us. But it has the ability to simplify things and allows stuff to happen much faster. Krill - Ex-BarbarianOOC:Spoiler Hide Oh, and he may as well try the art district, since it's as good a place as any and the bartender mentioned it. And he'll probably also go to the shipping district, since this Darrin chap was mentioned by the waitress. So what information exactly are you listening for?also, gather info checks from everyone involved Krill - Ex-Barbarian Spoiler Hide General mood of the city: is there something in the air, expectation of something, fear of something? Crime: has anything strange happened recently, any murders, thefts, other crimes, disappearances, abductions? Do people feel safe? Events: any big events, such as the meeting between nobles? Does anyone know what they're to discuss? Any big holidays or something coming up? Cult (no direct questions): who, what, why, how, anything? People: famous people of the city, who are they, what do they do? Who is this Darrin? Who was the guy in the art district? I already did one gather information check (12) in a spoiler describing when I left the inn, but if it's midday, and it only lasts 5 hours, I suppose I could add a second one. Check: (d20+1)[3] Time involved: (1d4+1)[3] EDIT: Yep, the second roll definitely added nothing at all... You'll find my original roll in a spoiler when I talk about my plans for leaving the inn. That's the second time I've rolled gather info, the first being when I talked to the waitress. This now brings me to 3 total. Any other questions, Balloon? P.S. Since Myth Weavers is down, here are people's modifiers: Gillian's Bluff: +8 Diplomacy: +11 Gather Info:+2 Knowledge (Nobility): +6 Sense Motive: +1 Roth'light Bluff: +3 Diplomacy: +5 Gather Info: +5 Sense Motive: +4 IOC:Spoiler Hide Gather Information - (1d20+5)[15] Roth'light's on The Tangled Web, not Myth weavers. Thanks though. Spoiler Hide what guy in the art district? Spoiler Hide Gather Info(1d20+2)[20] Time:(1d4+1)[2] Same info as Krill, but also how the town is laid out and what districts are where in relation to one another, and some general town history (age, founders, etc.) also best places for the following: arms/armor, food supplies, healing supplies BrigotBrigot walks into the captain's office and says Hello, I'm interested in offering my services as a monster hunter to this city. If there aren't any problems I would be more than willing to work as a part of the City Watch. While he waits for a response Bright remains standing unless offered a seat.OCC Spoiler Hide I don't know if I need to roll, but what I'm trying to do is get officially recognized as someone who is used to hunt down unusual dangers to the city. Spoiler Hide Originally Posted by Balloon "... Hmmm... well there's the art district, we have many talented artists here, our Lord Bail takes great interest in the arts." Yeah, I guess I just remembered wrong. If there's time after all the other places and things, we might swing by there, but I think it's going to be getting to be dark before we get a chance. As the rest of the party breaks off to pursue their own agendas for the remainder of the evening, Ardor makes his way outside as well, eying the buildings around dubiously. Having already tried canvassing the local population, he's now looking at the roofs in this part of the city -- preferably for one that is rather flat and looks unused. And for dark alleys by unused buildings as well. Krill - Ex-Barbarians Krill goes about his plan to find some kind of clue about the cult and what to do next, he turns to Gillian,"I have been thinking, Gillian. If Bright fails to procure work with guard, and we fail to find information on cult, we will need Plan C. "You know ways of nobility, yes? If by tonight we know nothing, would you be willing to go speak with the nobles tomorrow about our task? If you will, you know best how to go about it. We can accompany you, or you can go alone." Spoiler Hide Here's to hoping we find a plot hook before tonight! As the three adventurers wander the streets, Gillian hears a woman talking to her friend. Since the two seem to be going the same way as the group, he doesn't say anything, but just listens, discovering information about almost everything and everyone, but the information that stands out the most is about a cult. It seems that a preacher visited alone, but left with a large group of people. He was seen talking to some shady characters however, and they were later seen to disappear into a dead end alley and never return out. There were also rumors about Darrin knowing the preacher once.(I'd like to have the other two members of the group catch up (timewise) before continuing with you guys, 'Kay?) The captain looks up from some paperwork on his desk and clears his throat, "Well, guards are always needed, do you know anyone in town who can vouch for you? We don't exactly trust newcomers foolishly." Flat roofs are rather sparse in this town, due to the rainfall they sometimes get, and those that exist aren't too open to just anyone. There's no lack of alleys however, and even in the day there are more than a few dark ones. Bright thinks for a while before responding. Sorry, I'm not that well know in town yet, however you could check with the crew of the ship I was on if they're still in port. Also, I'm willing to do a few jobs in order to prove myself, for free even. Out of curiosity does this town have a force of troops designed to deal with unusual and dangerous creatures? After locating a suitable alleyway in the neighborhood of abandoned or seemingly-so buildings, Ardor will slip off into the shadows of the alley and begin surveying the building-side for a relatively easy way to scale his way up to the rooftops. Also of interest -- how close are the buildings? Are we talking five-foot jumps between, or twenty? In the interest of insanity. "It's not a matter of money, it's a matter of trust. As for more dangerous creatures, that's not our job. That's the job of the Royal Rangers. Their local main stronghold is in Lenin Town, not that they use it much. They don't need much help usually, they train from birth, very skilled."(I'm disregarding your comment about unusual creatures, remember, just because they're magic creatures doesn't make them unusual in this world.) One particular house has some ivy on it, that appears to be the easiest way to climb up. Gaps are generally around five feet, but occasionally up to ten. Wonderful. Ardor carefully braces himself on the wall and ascends with the aid of the ivy. Once at the top, he'll survey the city from above, smiling, then, with padded footfalls, begin to make his way from building to building by jumping the small gaps with ease. He'll stop and hunker down if someone should almost spot him, and every little ways anyway to survey around him. Mostly stretching his legs and seeing the city, a little looking for something suspicious, people in dark robes performing rituals of evil, that sort of thing. First you need to make a climb check. Bright think you misunderstood me, I meant that in order to prove myself trustworthy I would help complete some work for the guards. Brigot replied, when he hears about the Royal Rangers his eyes brighten and he says Really? Most places don't have a force like that, I wonder if I could meet them. "I most certainly did not misunderstand you. It's a simple safety precaution, would you trust someone who just got into your town with the safety of people they don't know? Look, just drop it, I can't give you any jobs under the current circumstances. I'm more than willing to give you information, however. Take the Royal Rangers for example, they operate across the entire kingdom as a matter of fact, yet very few people know of them. As for finding them, your guess is as good as mine, they almost never stop moving." Spoiler Hide Alright. (1d20+4)[14] I am trying to use the surrounding area -- i.e., other buildings, hence the part about the alley. With a take 10, that would have me beating 19. Anyway, there you go! Spoiler Hide (do)[12] (do)[3] (do)[40] (do)[22] (do)[93] (do)[55] Ok, you successfully climb the side of the building and reach the roof, a slanted one. Brighter enough. Brigot shrugs and walks out. Bright then begins to travel to each tavern and inn looking for information and various rumors. Bright also keeps his eyes out for anything unusual or signs of unrest or conflict. Spoiler Hide Can I take 20 on a gather information test? No, only 10 Bright spends the evening wandering from tavern to tavern, slowed down by the odd drunk who wants to talk. He discovers less than his other comrades, but learns of the priest and his entourage. Roll 1d4 to see how much gold you used to buy drinks (couldn't sit in most taverns without ordering something). Also, make a Spot check. BrigotFrustrated Bright decided to return to the inn and try some more tomorrow. Spoiler Hide spot check (d20+10)[13] As Bright makes his way to the inn, he notices a young boy attempting to steal his coin purse. BrigotBrigot grabs the kid's wrist. That wasn't very smart of you. He growls at the kid. Spoiler Hide First an intimidate check (d20+1)[8] Then an unarmed touch attack to grab him (d20+10)[24] Also this kid really chose the worst PC to pickpocket. Let's go after the money obsessed half-orc who's had a bad day. The kid looks little startled, but for the most part seems pretty confident, "You can't do anything to me, I'm just a kid." he tries to pull his hand from Bright's grasp, "I'll yell if you don't let me go." Once at the top, he'll survey the city from above, smiling, then, with padded footfalls, begin to make his way from building to building by jumping the small gaps with ease. He'll stop and hunker down if someone should almost spot him, and every little ways anyway to survey around him. Mostly stretching his legs and seeing the city, a little looking for something suspicious, people in dark robes performing rituals of evil, that sort of thing. He'll stay up stretching/exercising there until he either spots something interesting, or night falls and the interesting things to hear move inside. Spoiler Hide Taking 10 on jumps, with a +9, then +4 for his speed, makes 23. DC for normal horizontal jumps is the distance to be jumped, I'm assuming he has no problem easily clearing the five and ten foot gaps. You spend the afternoon gallivanting around the city, in the future you will get a +2 modifier on checks to find things in the city or find your way around the city. Bright calms down slightly and also lets his grip shaken slightly. So I take it you aren't part of any sort of ordination then. Just some poor starving child who needs some cash for food. Am I right? Brigot keeps his voice completely bland as he speaks. The kid narrows his eyes, "What's in it for you?" he asks. Bright would be best if you met the whole group. If your interested in making some money off us then you can meet us tonight. Bright then gives the kid the name of the inn and leaves quickly. Krill - Ex-Barbarians Krill re-enters the inn with Gillian and Roth'light, he greets the innkeeper by name and asks for a hot meal. Suggesting that the others procure a table, he heads up the stairs, noticing yet again the way that they creak under his massive bulk and shaking his head ruefully, wondering softly aloud if they'll survive his stay at the inn. Upon reaching his room, he checks the outside for any signs of entry (an old habit from living with orcs), and then opens the door. He happily greets an affectionate Irina, and then returns downstairs with her at his heels after re-locking his room. As he takes his seat with the others, he notices Ardor come (strangely enough)down the stairs, but quickly dismisses it, assuming that he somehow slipped in the front door while he wasn't looking. He invites the party to discuss what they have learned this day, and ponder what to do the next, all the while hopeful that Bright will return with good news. A steaming plate of fresh fish and fruits arrive, and Krill eagerly digs in, talking with the others between mouthfuls. As well, he sets the standard bowl of ale down on the floor for Irina, along with a cut of steak. Finally, Krill notices Bright come through the door and waves him over." Have seated, friend! We have a few things to tell you, but first, how did it go with Guard? Did you have luck today?" Spoiler Hide Sorry if I narrated anything to anyone's displeasure. Let me know and I'll edit anything that needs changing.

DnD 3.5 Campaign|rating:3.0

Bound by Blood and Name (Amberghylles & Rydia)

The Right Honorable Baron Fawkes strode towards the main doors of the looming manse and boldly rapped at the large brass knocker. When the door opened, he gave the manservant a well-practiced look of aloofness. "I have business with The Lady Mournecreek." The manservant paused, taking in the man before his mistress' door. He was young, fit but not brutish as a soldier or laborer would be. Soft hands with well-trimmed nails and no callouses. His clothing was of fine material and make, but worn and thread bare. The dust upon his once fine boots showed the wear of walking far more than a nobleman was meant too. The man's face was handsome, the high cheekbones and longish features of good noble blood but not thin or pinched. Pale blond hair, nearly white and grown long was held back by a dark ribbon. The man's eyes were dark, and a look of uncertainty crept into them as the silent moment drew out." I am The Baron Fawkes," he offered. Then the manservant smiled. "Oh yes, you're here to do some work in the library aren't you..." Damien Fawkes forced his smile to hold. "Yes I answered Her Ladyship's call for assistance sorting and organizing the Mournecreek library. I understand it's a bit of a task.""Oh, yes you've got your work cut out for you," the man said with far more familiarity than he should as he ushered the ragged nobleman inside, "Let me show you to the library, and then I'll inform Lady Mournecreek of your arrival." Soon the young man was left alone in the dim library. He moved to open the curtains before the tall windows and found more light did little to dispel the feeling of despair coiling in his gut. The books and room were clean and dusted. But there was no sense of order, or even proper stacking to many of the shelves. And worse, a great number of the books seemed to lack any clear title upon them. He'd have to read through them to figure out what they were before he could sort them. His work was, as the cheeky manservant had said, cut out for him. And that only fueled his dark brooding. To be reduced to working like a common scribe was the newest low in his miserable spiral. A low he saw no end to any time soon either. He sighed and cursed his late father's lack of foresight and fiscal savvy yet again as he started trying to decide where to begin. Once, it had only been the youngest children of modest estates that had been forced to earn themselves a tradesman's wage, or seek a commission in the Royal Navy, or swear the sacred vows of Father Church to secure their way in life. But in these days, some two hundred years after the House of Salem had assumed the throne, rising above its common origins, Damien's situation was all too typical. Their fortunes and influence, their power and prestige were bleeding from the great houses at an alarming rate, a rate that had increased alarmingly even in Damien's own lifetime. It had not helped matters either that the houses of the lords had opted to continue their old vendettas and jockey for influence in the new order than banding together against the common threat to their very existence. Some simply refused to see the danger, willfully so, even after the assaults on the privileges of nobility that had come from the House of Commons in the past five years. Gone were the days when a nobleman must buy right be tried before a jury composed of his social equals. Gone were the days when the rich and verdant country estates were excused by ancient custom from the taxman's role. Still, even as demeaning as he would find it to his ancestor's dignity to serve as a clerk, the Marquise Lady Annabelle Mournecreek was a patron that could do much good for him, if she were of a mind to do so. The Mournecreek name was sterling, even in the day when the pamphlets sold at street corners for a penny or a half penny were more than happy to drag even the most respected lines through the muck. And more than its reputation, the Mournecreek had the wealth with which to buy influence commensurate with her reputation. In previous generations, just as the House of Salem had risen from the ranks of the Royal Army, the Mournecreeks had risen from the Navy. The founder of the line, Roderick Mournecreek, had been a privateer who had captured more than three dozen pirate vessels laden with treasure in Grammar waters. At a percentage point paid in tribute for each galleon taken for the Crown, Roderick had left his heirs well-endowed indeed, wealth that had not been diminished, rumor had it, to the current bearer of the name, Annabelle. It had certainly purchased an estate house the envy of any save that used by the Salem monarch, Damien thought as he took in the library. Home to more than one thousand volumes, it took up two floors in the western wing of the house, which saw three sides of the vast room taken up by seamless bookshelves reaching from floor to ceiling, from wall to wall, with still insufficient space to hold them in their entirety. The overflow took up stacks on the floor, on the scribes' desks that were set along at regular intervals on the lower level, on top of the neat rows in the rare gaps between shelves. The musty, dry smell of books and old paper filled the room, beneath the fruitier odors of cognac and brandy, pipe smoke and cloves. A bracket had been mounted into the topmost line of the shelves, and a ladder on rolling wheels installed to run the perimeter of the room to help access the highest shelves, where the oldest and most fragile books dwelled. The curtains were drawn over the large windows that overlooked the estate. After a time, the doors were opened by the same manservant that had bid him enter so that Lady Annabelle could enter. He promptly closed the doors behind them after a wave of dismissal as Annabelle approached Damien, extending her hand with a polite smile. "Baron Fawkes?" she inquired. Strong features from the piercing blue eyes to the pointed chin, full lips and black hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, Annabelle Mournecreek was a stern, handsome woman not yet middle age. She wore no jewelry, and her face was unpainted by cosmetician's art. Current fashion favored loose, flowing garments of multilayered and multicolored fabrics, but Annabelle did not with that, wearing a maroon overcoat belted at the waist over a plain black dress with lace at the throat and cuffs. "Thank you for coming," she said in her high, trained soprano. Damien paused in his survey of the grand library and turned to greet his benefactor. This woman could be invaluable to him and his family's waning fortunes he reminded himself, and while he felt humiliated to be coming before her as a common scribe and clerk, it was not her hand that had reduced his fortunes to what they were. He noted her choice of attire and smiled ever so faintly. It suited her beauty better than the looser fashions in his mind. He reached to take her hand and give the properly respectful ghost of a kiss to it while bowing as deeply as was proper for a Baron meeting a Marquise. When he straightened and nodded. "It is I should be thanking you Lady Mournecreek," he said, keeping his voice free of any bitterness, "This opportunity is most welcome and timely." "Indeed, my Lord Baron, events have conspired to place us together for the purpose I shall outline. May I offer you refreshment?" Without waiting to hear his answer, Annabelle rang a crystal chime set on a table, and the manservant that had admitted Damien opened the door with easy, practiced efficiency. "Brandy, if you please, Rafael," she said. Bowing, the manservant closed the door behind him." Are you aware of Henry Mournecreek, my granduncle?" she asked. "Perhaps under the name he accepted when he was ordained into the church; Father Tellurian?" Who had not heard of the late Bishop Tellurian, one of the foremost scholars into the taboo subject of witchcraft in modern times? "A number of volumes you see before you are lately added to the family library from his personal collection. Alas, uncle failed to leave a catalog or index of the tomes, and what you see here," Annabelle indicated several large stacks in front of the shelves on the lower level, "are his own works. What I should like, my Lord Baron, is nothing more than a complete account of what precisely dearest uncle Henry has left our library, and perhaps the forcing of some sort of order upon the works." Rafael had now returned with the crystal bottle and two snifters, on a silver tray. Pouring a generous measure of amber liquid into each, he served first the guest, then his mistress, before bowing his way from the room. Annabelle took the glass in hand, cradling it to her palm as she looked at the young baron. Very fair, she decided. And a fine mind as she recalled the letter of introduction she had read before inviting him round the manor house. He would be an interesting companion, if they got along after all. Damien nodded as he listened to her. Taking the sniffer of brandy and sipping it. Witchcraft indeed... a dying art to be sure, the nobles that still managed to find anyone of pure enough blood to bind flaunted them as status symbols more than anything else. He could still remember listening to his grandfather blame the slow but steady decline of magic as a cause rather than effect of the declining noble fortunes in the land. Perhaps there would be something of use to him within these tomes. At the least, it would make for interesting reading as he sorted it." I am familiar with Bishop Tellurian's work," he answered, "I must confess to being rather fascinated with the topic of witchcraft myself, and he was one of very few to try and approach it in a rational and scholarly manner. It will be an honor to organize his works and catalog them for your library my Lady Marquise." "Your interest in the subject can only improve the diligence by which you attend the task, Lord Fawkes. And that is what I need. At times when he had no journal, my great uncle would scribe his thoughts in the margin of whatever book was at hand. You will see these margin scrawls throughout all books we have from him, and no entry I've seen carries with it a date or common thread by which it may be linked to any other individual topic. And there is the fact that he would add his own commentaries to the texts as he was reading, it makes for a confusing read..." Annabelle picked up a book from the pile, a careworn copy of the perennial classic "The Chronicle of don Alejandro," and opened it. The pages were covered in the familiar copperplate script from the pressing, with woodcut illustrations, but the white spaces in the margins were almost as black with ink as the body of text, so thoroughly had the Bishop written in the book. She shook her head, sighing. "I fear that this task can occupy you for some time as you catalog the mess, and longer still if you have an interest in the subject, and want to add to your own working journals. I don't begrudge you that time, but I must have you word that you will finish this project should you deign to undertake it." This last was followed by a twinkle in her eye that was, at once, knowing but not unkind. As if they both knew that Damien was, gentlemanly manners not withstanding, without prospects of any other kind and facing a most severe financial situation. She seemed to say as much with her eyes and slight smile, even if tact prevented her from saying it aloud. He did not miss the look in her eye and was glad to have the book to look away to. It was certainly no secret that his future was grim, and the kind pity was a painful reminder of how precarious his claim of station was. There were even those nobles that had already begun to treat him as if he were of common breeding." My Lady Mournecreek is generous to offer the time to add to my journals," he answered as he gazed at the script and began to wonder how much more knowledge lay hidden in the margins of these books, "Hopefully, I will be able to decipher some of these notations and gather them together for you as well. I imagine having some familiarity with the topic will make them a less confusing read for me than it would be for one less versed in the subject." He looked back to her, a faint eagerness at the treasure trove before him banishing his melancholy at least for now. "I give you my vow that I will see this task through to completion." "Well excellent," she said, holding the brandy snifter to her cheek. The warmth of her skin radiated through the thin, delicate glass, heating the liquor slightly before she drank it all in a gulp, throwing her head back to imbibe the potable. As she did so her frame was drawn clearly against the layers of fabric over her chest, and Damien saw a momentary hint of a generous, but not quite ample, bosom beneath her overcoat. It would be ever so crass if she discussed money openly with him, as if he were seeking a servant's wage in word if not in deed, and so she was deliberately vague as she opened a drawer in a desk and took out a small pouch of jingling coins. "This should be suitable for any supplies and sundries you may have need of that cannot be obtained by or the need for which confided in Rafael. During the day, I shall place him at your service to attend to your requirements, but before breakfast and after luncheon he has duties among the staff in the kitchen. I eat at six, twelve, and at six, and I should be honored to invite you to dine with me, if it pleases you, Lord Fawkes." Damien sipped his own drink, finishing it as well. He let his eyes dip to the shifting figure of his hostess noting but not lingering long enough to be impolite. He reached out and took the pouch with a casualness he certainly did not feel. But the weight was comforting, a promise of salvation from the fate of joining the growing class of impoverished nobility." Yes," he agreed, "I'm sure this will be most suitable for my needs. And I appreciate both my Lady's invitation to join her meals and the use of her manservant. You are indeed every bit the gracious and generous hostess I have heard tell of." He smiled then and added, "I am quite looking forward to becoming more familiar with you, Lady Mournecreek." "Oh, there is very little to know about me," Annabelle said with a small, coy smile. She shut the drawer from which she had taken the pouch, and set her empty snifter down on the smooth, clear surface of the writing desk. "Born and raised here in Galesburg, baptized in the Temple of the Seventh Angel, student of Madame Pierre's dame school. But really, who doesn't that describe?" Annabelle sat in the wing-armed chair situated across a small, circular table, the cushions showing a generous level of comfort, good to know if he was going to be spending the majority of the daylight hours in the library; the writing chairs looked stiff and uncomfortable. "But please, Lord Fawkes. Call me Annabelle." He set his own glass down beside her own and nodded." It describes many," he agreed, "But tells one very little about the woman whose company I am enjoying. But to ask after the most obvious question, what do you think of these works Annabelle? I mean, history tells us the practice of binding witches started out of self-defense to keep them from using their powers to overthrow our ancestors. But that danger is long forgotten, if indeed it was ever more than an excuse to harness their powers. Yet it is still a most acceptable practice to keep a witch bound and enslaved like something less than human. Just last month Lord Bowler was parading some poor girl he tracked down about like one of his hounds at the Royal Ball. So I'll ask, out of curiosity, how much interest you have in the topic of witchcraft. After all, I wouldn't want to ramble on about something you found dry or worse yet distasteful." "Ahh, witchcraft," she said, looking out the window and steepling her fingers beneath her chin. She was silent for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts or trying to tactfully turn a phrase into something less initially objectionable. When she spoke again, however, it was not hesitant or uncertain at all, but quietly certain. "So much of what is written in the old books seems wildly inaccurate or apocryphal. Women that could see through time, or crush a man's heart in their hand, or summon the spirits of the wind and storm to dance across the sky...we see nothing so dramatic, not merely by far, in the poor girls such as Lord Bowler's new prize. Nor do they appear in the numbers described by the ancients. It would seem that what we are handed down, then, are gross exaggeration, or else witchcraft itself is a dying entity." Annabelle looked about to say something else, but she smiled, and lowered her hands. "I apologize. I tend to go on, and I understand that witches are dangerous uncontrolled, and that binding is the only way to safeguard society from their predations," she said, words that might have been lifted verbatim from any church lecture. Damien nodded and stoked his chin, reading carefully both what she did and did not say." It is true, the old tales do seem hard to believe. Personally, the opinion I have formed from my, admittedly limited before now, research is that it is both. I cannot believe some of the more fanciful tales aren't exaggerated. But neither do I believe that witchcraft as we know it could have made such a lasting impact. I am sure that we have slowly lost powers that our ancestors went to great lengths to control and harness. Now the reason for that, and even more importantly the means to stop or even reverse it would be a wondrous discovery indeed. Who knows, perhaps the late Bishop had some insights into the matter. At any rate, I shall make sure you are kept well-informed of my findings as I catalog and decipher his journals and notes." "MMM," she said, stroking her chin. "I confess that I had thought that the phenomenon of witchcraft would be a stable one over time rather than crediting the writings of our ancestors with strict veracity. It does make sense, though, that the bother of discovering the means of binding would have been a wasted one if the witches we see in such few numbers today were comparable to the ones of yesteryear." By the by," Annabelle said as she stood. "I shall be accepting Lord Bowlers invitation to luncheon next week. If you would like, I am certain I can arrange for you to accompany me if you would wish to speak with him regarding his witch." She rolled her eyes. "She's all he can talk about the past month, anyway." There was a brief flare of hunger in his eyes which his breeding and training could not entirely squelch. "Yes," he said in a calmer tone than he felt, "I would be most grateful for the opportunity." This was a meeting he'd not have managed on his own given Lord Bowler's station and prosperity. And he was anxious to learn what he could about the binding from one who'd performed it first hand. He moved back as she rose. "And I must thank you again for this opportunity," he told her, "It is most appreciated." Almost as an afterthought, she added to the proposition, "And I suppose we assume that the young lady herself would consent to being interviewed." Even she, who, by reputation was at least sympathetic to the treatment of witches, reverted to the default assumptions of society; that witches were property at best, and dangerous at worst, and that it was Lord Bowler that need be consulted regarding the abilities and background of "his" witch, rather than the girl herself. With a mental shrug, Annabelle rejoined the conversation. "Not at all, Damien. For the admittedly hypothetical future Mournecreeks, it would not do to present them with an incomplete or disorganized library. Scientist est potential, after all." Ringing the little bell again summoned Rafael. "Lord Fawkes has consented to provide his expertise to the matter of the library. Kindly show him to chambers and attend to his needs." The manservant bowed, his manner much more respectful in the presence of his mistress. Offering Damien her hand again, Annabelle smiled warmly, even if the gesture did not quite reach her eyes. "Please make yourself at home during your stay here. I only ask that you refrain from visiting the East wing of the third floor. The rest of the house, and the garden and grounds, are at your disposal." Damien took her hand and bowed to kiss it properly. "Thank you most kindly Annabelle," he said as he rose and released her hand, "You are a generous hostess. I am looking forward to my stay as I see to the Mournecreek library. I shall see you at lunch then my lady." He turned then to Rafael, smiling and waiting for the man to show him to what he had no doubt would be a finer room the master suite back home. It made him clench inside, but he did not have the luxury of pride right now. This was better than he'd hoped for and if he was careful he might just have the chance to reverse his family's fortunes. As Annabelle left the room without a backwards glance, Rafael cleared his thread and tugged at the starched white collar of his shirt, as if it had grown uncomfortably tight. No doubt the manservant was now regretting his earlier informality with Damien. Perhaps he'd had some reason to expect that he would be treated as a tradesman. But the Marquise had deliberately used Damien's honorific in the presence of the servant, and he could now fail to do likewise. "If it pleases his Lordship, I shall show you to your quarters," he said with another deep bow, perfect to the letter in his differential tone. Leaving the west wing of the estate through a large hallway lit by large, paneled windows on the north walls, Rafael led Damien across the marbled entrance foyer, up the grand, sweeping staircase to the second floor of the house, and from there, into the East wing. The hallway here was of a different feel than that leading to the library, the hardwood floors covered in thick carpet, and the walls closed, necessitating regular sconces for guttering candles. "In earlier times these rooms belonged to the family of the Mournecreek. Lady Annabelle herself, before inheriting her father's title, had a room on this floor, my Lord." The two men approached the last of several doors facing south, and it swung open as they approached, letting a brilliant gleam of sunlight from an uncovered window into the hallway. A young chambermaid, petite and fair, emerged from the room, liveried in a white apron over a plain black dress, her strawberry hair tucked beneath a bonnet. She met Damien's eyes for the briefest of seconds before impishly smiling and bobbing in a quick curtsy before walking back the way they'd come. "Your room, my Lord." The room was tastefully furnished in oak, with the windows opened to let the sweet air from the gardens below in. The fireplace was clean, the bed made tight, and a bowl of fresh fruit placed on top of the writing desk. His own image looked back at him from the oval mirror in the vanity, and he could hear, distantly, the sounds of a cart rolling along the cobblestoned courtyard. Damien simply nodded and followed Rafael. While he could have made an issue of the man's greeting, it was better to let it drop. Never wise to antagonize the servants after all, and he couldn't entirely fault the man, he'd been prepared for a much less generous treatment himself. He paid attention to the house as he followed the manservant, trying to get an idea of the layout so he could avoid wandering like an idiot. But when they arrived, he found his attention drawn as much to the chambermaid as to his new room. He looked around, nodding with pleasure at the surroundings. "Very nice," he said after a moment, turning to smile at the girl and give Rafael a nod, "Please let Lady Annabelle know that I am quite thankful again for her gracious hospitality." Then his gaze drifted once more to the girl. "Might I have your name my dear, since you're the one who'll be looking after my quarters?" "Lisette, sir," said the maid, her voice small, girlish. She came back into the room where she had been about to retreat down the hall, and curtsied again to Damien, more properly, and darted another quick look up into his eye. Hers were blue, he noticed, like the inside of a dark tulip." If there is anything I can do for you, sir," she continued. "I would be more than happy..." She was cut off by Rafael, who stepped smoothly in front of her and coughed. "Please forgive Lisette my Lord Baron Fakes," he said, with deliberate emphasis on Damien's full title. "She is young and Lady Annabelle affords her many liberties. She did not mean to slight you, and she has been with us for..." Rafael stopped speaking suddenly, puffing out his chest. Damien suspected that Lisette had poked him sharply in his stiff spine, and her lips twitched in a smile. She spoke in the silence left by the valet. "I am the cook's daughter, sir. I am making the tart for milady's dessert tonight. Will you be staying for dinner? I hope you enjoy it." Damien's lips could not help but crook into a smile at the lively girl's behavior." It's alright Rafael. How could one take offense at such a charming and innocent girl's desire to be friendly. And if Lady Annabelle extends liberties to her, how can I not do the same." Then he looked past the man to try and meet those wonderful blue eyes again. "Yes, I will be staying for dinner. Given the size of the task I'm undertaking, I rather imagine I will be staying for quite a few dinners to be honest. I look forward to sampling your tart..." He grinned slightly as he let the last statement trail off and hang in the air. Lisette's grin widened enough for her cheeks to curl into dimples at the corners of her mouth as she bobbed another curtsy, while Rafael looked quietly scandalized by the double entendre. "Please you much, sir," said the maid, with a final bob before departing from the room looking over her shoulder. When Damien had returned his attention to him, Rafael took a step back and a half turn, so that he framed the doorway. "Perhaps his lordship will be interested in the room directly across the hall. Your toilet and bath have been prepared. If his lordship enjoys warm water, you shall find a most pleasing arrangement." Damien could not help but retain a slight grin at Lisette's behavior. The girl was pretty and seemed quite friendly. He hoped there was some fire behind her smoke, but also realized he would need to be a bit more discreet. It was, after all, generally considered poor manners to chase after your host's servants, and he really couldn't afford to offend lady Annabelle. Damien nodded to Rafael. "Sounds delightful," Damien answered. He moved past the man and back into the hallway, stealing a glance to see if he might catch a glimpse of the girl as he crossed to open the door across from his room and enter. Damien had just enough time to see the maid turn the corner at the end of the hall after he had emerged from his room, and Rafael moved ahead of him smoothly to open the thick door to the room across the hall. The bathroom was tiled in large, light blue and white ceramic tiles that extended from floor to ceiling, which was painted with a fresco continuing the theme of blue and white, depicting a summer sky lightly decorated with wisps of cloud. On the basin on which a large copper bowl was set next to a pitcher was a glass bowl of cut and dried flowers that still had some of their scent. A row of small windows was set high in the wall, too high to see in or out of, but enough still to let in natural light. The centerpiece of the room was a large, claw-hammer footed tub, with a curved indentation at one end where a man could, lounging, relax his neck into the cushioned groove. Copper pipes fed into the tub from an arrangement that came into the room from one window and trailed down the wall and across the floor. There was a drain beneath the tub, and a freestanding shelf containing oils and salts." You may have missed the large tanks on the roof, my Lord," said Rafael. "They have a glass cover, and the insides are painted black. During the day, the sun heats the water in the tank, and we can enjoy a warm bath without needing to build a fire or lug countless buckets from the kitchens. Observe." The valet turned a knob on the pipes leading into the tub, and clear water flowed out into the deep tub. It was visibly steaming. "In times of drought, of course, the Lady Mournecreek restricts use of the water to the needs of the kitchen and groundskeeper, but it has not been a dry year as yet." Damien stepped in and slowly looked over the room." No," he admitted, "I did not notice the tanks. But this is quite impressive and practical. To be able to simply enjoy a hot bath when the mood strikes without having to disturb the staff or wait..." He smiled and leaned down to test the heat of the water." This is quite a marvel indeed." Rafael could not have seemed more pleased than if he'd designed the system himself, smiling and bowing deeply to Damien's praise. "Is there anything else that my Lord requires? Perhaps some supplies I might arrange for his project in the library? Anything at all?" Damien stood and stroked his chin with his dry hand a moment." I'll need writing supplies and paper of course," he said, "And I'll need to have my own journals brought over at some point. But without the books it will be a small trunk at most I think, I don't imagine I have any references the late bishop didn't already have in his collection. Once I begin, I might find myself in need of an other supplies, but that should be everything for now." He considered another moment and then added. "Oh, and I will need sometime suitable to wear to Lord Bowler's luncheon... My current wardrobe is not up to the task." "Certainly, my Lord. You shall already discover in your vanity clothing suitable for day-to-day affairs. Her ladyship's brothers', I believe. He had about your size, I think, and if it does not suit I can wield a tailor's needle with some small skill. You will find the library stocked with anything you should need, blank books, rough scrap paper and a finer quality parchment, quills, and ink. As for your own journals, I could see to this matter myself within a day." Clicking his heels sharply, Rafael gave a small bow. "If there is nothing else, my Lord, I will see to lunch for the Marquise and yourself." And have a word with Lisette and her mother about propriety, the valet thought. If Lord Fawkes decided to bed the girl, there would be little he could do to prevent it, but that did not give her license to throw herself at him like a twopenny streetwalker. Damien nodded. "No, that should be all for now," he said, "I'm going to bathe and change for lunch. And thank you, I do appreciate you seeing to my journals so promptly." After the man left, Damien set the tub to filling and moved back to his room to fetch a thick bathrobe. Then he returned and closed the door to the bath, slipping free of his tired clothes and folding them neatly out of habit. Then he selected some oils and salts to add to the water and then stopped the water and slipped into the water, sighing as the heat of it soaked into him and reclining back to rest his head and gaze up at the artfully decorated ceiling as he simply let the heated water soothe his muscles. It had been much too long since he'd been able to enjoy himself and relax so fully. For once his worries and fears were banished as he closed his eyes and let his thoughts drift to the fair young Lisette. With the thick door between him and the mansion, the bathroom was a place of quiet, relaxing solitude. Sometimes a drop would fall from the lip of the pipes, falling with a heavy drip in the pool, but aside from that, the room was quiet and peaceful. He'd been in the tub long enough for the tension to leech from his muscles in the relaxing grip of the water when a knock came at the door. Before he could even raise his voice to answer, it opened, and, bold as brass, in walked the very object of his thoughts, carrying a silver tray with a glass decanter and wineglass on it. She used her hip to swing the door shut again, and Lisette smiled at him, her eyes fixed on his. "I thought you might care for some refreshment, sir," she said. Damien blinked and sat up slowly, letting the water trickled down from his shoulders. His gaze dropped to her hip as she closed the door with it and from there he shamelessly let his gaze explore the long expanse of her leg. His eye made their way back to her eyes then, and he wet his lips." That is most thoughtful of you," he said as a wicked grin crept to his features, "But I must say, your behavior towards me so far since my arrival have been shockingly familiar. If you continue to act in such a manner, I might just have to put you over my knee." His expression made it clear that while his threat might be real, he certainly did not mind her advances in the least. "Perhaps you should do so now, sir." The maid came to the side of the bath, not letting her dark blue eyes budge one centimeter from his, even though she was now clear of the rim of the tub, and could see, if she chose, just about everything. "If you would spank me for flirting, I imagine you would whip me properly if I behaved towards you now the way I intended to, and a spanking is preferable to a whipping, don't you think?" She poured a light, rose colored wine into the glass and handed it to him, her teeth white between her pink lips, and let her fingertips splash a few drops of water into his face. He blinked the water away and reached to take the glass." That depends," he said quietly as he lifted the glass and sipped it, watching her very carefully, "I'm just the one who'd be delivering it. I think I could enjoy either, but I have to wonder which you'd prefer to receive my dear..." He crooked his lip in a smile and swirled his wine as he waited for her response to his rather outrageous suggestion. She giggled as Damien turned the matter back over to her, and untied the bonnet straps beneath her chin, putting the white head-covering to one side and shook out her hair. It was red-blonde, and very thick, hanging about her shoulders and framing her babyish face prettily. She looked older with it up, but more erotically innocent with it free." Honestly, I think Annabelle would be more than a little cross if you took her maid to the whipping post on your first day here, sir," she said with a frightful lack of respect in her voice towards her mistress. "So unless you're willing to risk rousing her wrath..." she giggled again at her alliteration. Damien tilted his head to watch her, sipping his wine and smiling." I'm surprised she hasn't taken you to it herself if you're always like this," he answered as he leaned back once more and smiled. "She does not strike me as the sort to let one of her servants get away with such a casual manner. I, of course, am inclined to forgive your lack of propriety out of an interest in seeing just how improper you are inclined to be." He drained his wine and held the glass up for her to refill. "Oh she has," she assured him with a mock pout. "And she would again if she knew I was dallying with you in such an improper way." She batted her eyelashes. "So if you really want to see me laid out to the whip, just tell the old lady and she'll have me beaten senseless. But then you wouldn't find out the answer to your question, sir." She poured Damien another glass of wine, and then set the tray on the shelf that held the bath oils, kneeling down near the head of the tub and letting her eyes trail down his neck and shoulders, stopping at the line of the water. Her voice was a teasing whisper. "Is it me that's put the iron in your rod, or the thought of taking the lash to my back?" "You," Damien said without pause, "Though I cannot claim the thoughts of lashings and such do not have there place in my more wicked flights of fancy. Perhaps I read too many tales of how to properly keep a witch bound and obedient in my youth." He sipped the wine and made no move to cover himself. He knew he was a handsome man and endowed well enough to compare favorably to most men without being so large as to frighten a woman." So," he said softly, "If I promise not to speak a word of this to your Mistress, then will you promise to be most improper and familiar?" "Ahh," Lisette sighed, and dipped her fingers in the water, her eyes slightly dreamy. "Every boy of a certain age imagines having a witch bound to his will. And most girls secretly wish they were a witch, and could confess it to the one with the prettiest eyes. At least until they see how they are kept, that is. Precious little romance then, sir." The maid stood, walking slowly back, towards the door as Damien posed his question. "No, my lord," she answered. "Perhaps, though, I'll promise not to tell milady how you threatened to beat me if you come into your room and give me something else to sing about." "None at all," he answered, "Just half forgotten rituals fallen into improper use." As she walked away and spoke his jaw dropped at her bold threat. But at the same time, he found her aggressive response surprisingly appealing. To demand what he wanted from her anyway made it quite easy to agree. He rose, not waiting for her to finish departing, and opened the tub to drain. Stepping out he took a towel and began to dry his body off, still making no particular effort to hide his manhood from her eyes as he did so. As Damien stood and the maid saw his body, first in the corner of her eyes, and then directly as she swept her gaze down his belly, up his legs, Lisette gave a small noise, not quite a whimper, not quite an eager sigh. She turned away and threw open the door, looking out into the hallway first to make certain that she was unobserved, and then fled across the hall into his room. As the water rushed into the hungry pipe and Damien toweled himself off, he heard his bedroom door close again behind her. By the time he had followed her, even if he did so close at her heels, she'd had time to leave him a present on the floor of his room; the uniform she'd been wearing, white apron over black dress, and gotten into his bed, drawing the blankets up to her stomach. Beneath her uniform, she wore only a thin, white chemise. Though loose, it lay smooth against her flat stomach and modest bosom. Her arms, thin but well shaped, were lightly tanned against the crisp sheets, and her hair was spilled out behind her across the pillows. "May I call you Damien when we're alone," she asked in a sweet whisper. "Or are you still my Lord?" He'd taken the time to draw on his robe, if only to insure he did not forget to retrieve it from the bath and raise questions. Entering his rooms after her, he smiled as he saw first the discarded uniform, and then looked to see her laying in his bed looking both quite comfortable and quite inviting. He closed the door behind him, and fumbled for a moment blindly to latch it without taking his eyes from her. As he walked slowly towards the bed, he tilted his head and let his smile grow wider. "You may call me Damien if you wish," he told her. As he reached the edge of the bed, he ran his fingers along the edge of his robe and let it fall open to reveal himself to her deep blue gaze once more, "But I am still your Lord..." "Damien," she said, placing accent on every syllable, saying his name slowly, seeming to taste it. She smiled as he approached, turning on one side as he came to the bed. She raised up her shoulder, letting the strap of her brief garment slip down her arms. Damien could see her shoulder, the swell of one breast, as well as the faintest of marks on her back. Evidence that, if nothing else she had said in her flirtatious exchange with him was true, that she had been whipped at least once before in her life." Damien," she said again, with a smile. "I'm no virgin," she cautioned him. Damien moved closer, lifting each leg slowly to climb onto the edge of the bed, kneeling beside her and looking down at her. "That makes two of us," he replied with a soft smile. His fingers moved to touch that inviting curve of shoulder, touching and exploring the soft texture of her skin as he trailed them as far down her arm as he could reach and then back up slowly. His other hand stroked her forehead and her hair." I like the way my name sounds on your lips," he told her as his fingers continued their slow exploration, "I look forward to hearing it moaned in the heat of passion..." The light caress of his fingertips made her shiver in excitement, and she closed her dark blue eyes to mere slits. She could have been in the midst of a most wonderful dream, and he her paramour, watching her dance beneath to the images in her mind. Then Lisette opened her eyes again, hungrily, a plea in her expression." I lied. I'll be a virgin for you if you want one." Damien tilted his head, caught a little off guard by both the look in her eyes and statement. He leaned closer, letting his fingers drift from her shoulder down to her back, feeling the faint lines there as he eased himself to lay on his side facing her. The arm between them cupped her chin, and he ran his thumb over her lips." Then I should be slow and gentle in claiming such a precious gift, shouldn't I?" he asked as he searched her eyes carefully, "Or is this a conquest rather than a gift given freely?" He waited for her answer, unsure what parts of her mercurial manner were play and which were not just yet. Rather than answering, she closed her eyes, fully, arching her slender back into his embrace and his caress, and leaned forward, placing her lips just on the corner of his mouth, kissing him sweetly. He could taste, faintly, the wine she'd drunk before coming into his bath, just a bit of liquid courage to fuel her boldness, but mostly it was just her, breath warm on his cheek, her breasts a small pressure on his bare chest. "I don't have time for slow and gentle," she cautioned him. "I'll be questioned if I'm away too long. So I guess it's not quite the one, not exactly t'other." Damien kept his own eyes open as he leaned in to return her kiss, tasting her again as his hand slid up her back to curl about the back of her neck and grip firmly. He held her as he kissed her lips and ran his tongue over them to collect more of her sweet taste. Then he drew back and quickly wriggled free of his bathrobe, discarding it off the bed behind him." Later then," he promised, "I will take you slowly and skillfully and worship the altar of your body with pleasure..." "Later," she agreed, cooing with pleasure at the attention of his lips, yielding her mouth to his and caressing his tongue in with her own. She lifted the edge of the blanket to clear the way for him to join he beneath the sheets, and Damien saw her bare thighs, smooth and a much paler brown than her face and shoulders, saw the promise of the mound between her legs against the chemise. "If I please my Lord enough to be summoned back," she added with a teasing giggle. Damien wet his lips at the soft expanse of her bare thighs. He reached down and curled his fingers into the hem of her chemise, drawing it up to expose her to his hungry eyes." Careful," he whispered with a wicked but playful grin, "Your Lord has high standards. You are going to have to work for it if you wish to be called upon to please him again..." Unresisting, Lynette shifted her hips and thighs to make the motion easier, lifting her buttocks and setting it down again so that the garment just slid off. Her thighs, whiter the closer to her waist ended in very gently curving hips and a flat, taut stomach. The lips of her sex were slightly parted, pink beneath their folds, and the fine, silky hair on her mound and labia was a more metallic blond than the strawberry curls on her head. She whimpered, parting her thighs in invitation." You're big," she said, as she compared his manhood to the cleft of her sex. Her body trembled in anticipation of the sensation of wrapping herself around it. "Slow at first, please." Damien let his eyes feast upon the sight of her sex, but finished lifting the chemise up and off of her. He dropped it atop his robe and reached to run his finger along the almost teasing glimpse of pink." As you wish," he answered, and then he leaned down to kiss her breast and lick a slow circle around her nipple with his tongue. His ready shaft brushed her leg as they shifted on the bed, proof without looking that he was quite eager to have her. In his long, feasting gaze of her body as he stripped off the one garment that stood between her and nakedness, he saw the intimate details that only lovers truly knew of one another, the tiny flaws and imperfections. Her breasts were dusted with light freckles, she had a scar on her belly just in front of the ribs on her right side, no longer than two or three centimeters, and very faint, but plain. He saw the beauty, too, slender and impish; her breasts were no more than teacups, with dark pink nipples, that would barely fit in the palm of his hands. And they were responsive, too. Lisette arched her back with a moan as he placed his lip to her nipple, and her small, calloused hand played on the muscles on his hips as she reached between their bodies, closing on the base of his shaft and drawing it towards herself. Damien shifted his hips to let her draw his shaft closer to her. He could not help but smile at how responsive she was as he moved his head and placed a kiss upon her other nipple before slowly licking it as well. He rolled slightly to draw his knees-up under himself and lift to avoid putting his weight on her as their bodies came closer. Furthermore, he kissed his way up to her neck and then to her lips once again, and it was while he held her lips against his own that he leaned his hips into hers and felt the soft brush of her cleft against his trembling shaft. Not a virgin, perhaps, but neither experienced enough in these ways to know how to ease the initial moments and make them less uncomfortable for herself, and in so doing ease the way for him. Her muscles were tight, her body rigid and tense, as if she did expect him to hurt her, and Damien had to force her apart with his hips to place more than the head of his cock inside her. She whimpered, but shook her head when his eyes met hers. "No," she said. "It's all right. Don't stop." She kissed him, curling one shapely leg around his hip and laying it on the back of his thigh, opening herself up. Damien moved slowly, easing into her a little and then drawing back, working just a bit more of himself into her with each thrust. He could not help but wonder at her behavior yet again, such an odd girl... But as her tight and warm sex gripped him, everything else slipped away from his mind. Then as she wrapped her leg around him, he pushed a bit harder, taking advantage of the moment to fill her more." You are such a beautiful girl," he breathed against her ear and then kissed her cheek and neck as he pumped his hips. By every sound she made, Lisette invited and appreciated the speed and forcefulness by which Damien claimed her. Each rocking motion forward brought a sound from her lips; either a gasp, a moan, or a gentle grunt, all in pleasure, all beseeching the next to come just a bit faster, just a bit harder. And yet the play of expressions on her face hinted that it was far from gentle with her, for even as she moaned, she winced. Even as she rocked her hip up to meet his thrust, a tear fell from the corner of her eye. But soon enough, within a minute, even the minute discomfort and pain she felt had faded, as her body warmed and became slick with her fluid, and she opened her dark blue eyes again to look up at him." Thank you, Damien," she whispered, turning her cheek into the pillow. "You make me believe you...you make me believe...ahhh...faster, please...faster..." As she turns her head, his lips move to nibble and lick her ear. Interspersed within he whispers to her. "No lies..." He gasps as he begins to work his hips faster and harder into her warmth, feeling her body growing more and more ready for him with each thrust." You are... Beautiful... so very... beautiful..." He began to pant as he built up his rhythm, and when he felt his balls slap against her and his shaft fully sink into her, he paused to savor the firm grip along his shaft. Then he nipped her ear and drew nearly completely free of her before driving his length back inside her body." On yes... Oh, my wonderful Lisette..." he groaned as he continued to take her in long deep strokes. "Damien," she said, saying his name with the same, exaggerated emphasis on every syllable that she put the first time she had used his given name to his ears. "Damien, Damien," she cried, her eyes rolling back into her head before she squeezed them tightly shut. She twisted her head, first this way, then to the other side as he went faster, her hands digging into the skin at his shoulders. "Please...oh...yes...yes..." She placed her second leg around his hip as well, so that she opened fully for him, her pelvis angled to take all of his length into herself, and she grunted every time he felt his balls smack against the base of her buttocks. An image flitted across her mind's eyes of laying Damien on his back and exploring his length with her mouth, taking his balls in hand and squeezing them, feeling the skin stretch and tighten, and she shuddered again. He was groaning softly and panting as he drove into her. As she wrapped her other leg around him, he increased the force of his thrusts, driving into her hard and fast. He rested his weight on his elbows, reaching his hands in to grasp at her hair even as she tossed her head back and forth. "Oh yes..." he groaned out as he gazed down at her, "Oh Lisette... my beautiful Lisette..." Wincing as Damien grabbed her thick hair, Lisette found that she could no longer thrash and twist her head in her mindless abandon without a pinching tug of pain, and she opened her eyes again, looking surprised by the domineering gesture by the Baron. Any word of protest she might have spoken were broken as she gave a long, quiet moan as he began, faster and harder than she had expected, each thrust jostling the headboard of the bed into the wall. THAT...THAT...THAT... Every muscle in her body tightened again, but this time it was to clench around him, keep him in as she spasmed around his shaft, rather than to resist his entry. The muscles in her cunt played like milking, rippling fingers on his shaft as she melted into a violent, brief orgasm without a word but that gentle cry. Damien gazed down at her, smiling at the surprised look on face before it dissolved into the expression of release. He gritted his teeth and let out a long low moan of his own as he slowed and tried to resist the clenching, clutching velvet grip. But swiftly, her body coaxed him to his own release. He pulled back, just barely managing to withdraw from her before his warm spend pumped forth, spraying across her soft belly in arcs of white like pastry icing. He released his grip on her hair and fell forward, letting the damp tip nuzzle her own wet folds as he panted and then leaned in to press and soft kiss to her lips. Lisette's high, sweet laugh filled the room as Damien spilled his seed on her stomach, and she slithered to one side as he collapsed on top of her, folding into his arms and kissing him passionately. Her fingers wiped across the trail of hot cum, and brought it to her lips, where she sucked it off with a deliberately suggestive flourish. She nestled herself more snugly against him, letting her eyes drift across the room, looking at the clouds in the sky. "Is it true you're a witch finder, my Lord?" Before he could even respond, she spoke again. "I had it from Calla, the dog girl, who says that Bernard, the groom, overheard the old lady speaking with Rafael. She said that there was no one better in Salem in witch lore. You don't look like a priest, though. Are you?" Damien enjoyed the kiss, and the warm soft press of her naked body against his own. And there was no mistaking the lust in his eyes when she scooped his seed in her fingers and sucked it from her fingers. He blinked at her quick relay of how quickly word had spread and then grinned. "Yes," he answered, "I am a witch finder. And no, I am not a priest..." He reached to cup and squeeze her breasts to emphasize that point. Then, still holding her firm globes in his hands, he added, "Witch finding is a tradition in the Fawkes line. It's what had my ancestors elevated to the nobility. So I naturally learned quite a bit about it as I was growing up." "You're wasting your time," she said with a teasing smirk. "There are no witches here, Damien. Just a dried up old spinster and lonely, bored, poor young maids for you to corrupt." She turned and kissed him, but extricated herself from his embrace and drew her chemise to her body. Her small breasts were only slightly larger when she stood upright than when she lay on her back, and the scars on her back even fainter to see from a few feet away than right up close. Lisette began to dress." Will you want me back, my Lord?" she asked with a blush, looking away shyly. "I'm not here to hunt for a witch," he answered as he moved to lay and watch her dress, his eyes roaming her and drinking in the details of her body, "I am here to sort out what may be the greatest collection of lore of witch finding and binding outside the Church's own vaults." Then he smiled at her question and nodded. "And yes, I would like very much for you to return..." With the last words, the girl smiled warmly at him and sat down on the edge of the bed, lips warm on his as she gave him a soft kiss. "Mother always says that you should thank someone when they do something nice for you. Thank you, my Lord." She gave another high giggle, and stood up, slipping on her dress and distending her arms to tie the laces up the back. "I'll likely not see you again until after dinner." Damien slowly sat up and cocked his head to one side, still finding Lisette's moods and actions to be a bit of puzzle. A very interesting one that he planned to enjoy figuring out during his stay here." Not until after dinner?" he said with an exaggerated sigh, "I suppose then that I shall simply have no choice but to begin my work in the library after lunch then..." He gave her a smile to prove he was joking and moved to begin to examine the wardrobe he'd gained. "How terrible your troubles," Lisette cooed with a false note of sympathy in her voice. The maid was looking at herself in the mirror, making certain that her hair was, if not particularly neat, at least presentable, and that she hadn't pulled the laces of her dress out of the eyelets. She looked decent, even if there was a happy flush to her cheek. Damien guessed that there were not many people in the manor close to the girl's age, which he guessed to be about eighteen. The wardrobe was stocked with a number of serviceable, clean garments of nondescript style...whoever Annabelle's brother had been, he had not been fashion-conscious. They served the purpose, looked well enough, and that was about all that could be said of the plain shirts and trousers, wool hose, plain doublets, and overcoats. Just as Lisette was about to leave the room, there came a knocking at the door. She jumped, suppressing a squeak, her hand flying from the doorknob as if it was on fire. Rafael's voice came from the other side. "My Lord Fawkes? Lady Mournecreek has asked me to inform you that lunch will be served in ten minutes." Damien had been looking over the garments and pulling one out when the knock came. He moved up behind Lisette, still naked save for a sudden wicked grin. He nuzzled up behind her, letting his uncovered shaft press into the small of her back as his hands encircled her to cup and squeeze her breasts."Thank you, Rafael," he called as he kneaded those firm breasts until he could give her nipples a pinch through the fabric of her dress, "I was just dressing and shall be down presently." Then he turned to blow in her ear. His playful fondling did not amuse Lynette, who tried to grab onto his wrists as he squeezed her breasts, and glared at him furiously. It did not help her case that she was one of those women who, when they are mad, it can honestly be said of them that they were adorable. Lynette was adorable when she was mad." Very good, my Lord," Rafael said. The sounds of his footsteps did not ring out in the hallway, however, and it was clear that he was still on the other side of the door. He waited a moment, and cleared his throat, saying. "My Lord, perhaps I could impose on you for a favor. If you should see Lynette between now and luncheon, perhaps it would please you to inform her that her mother is looking for her." Only after receiving Damien's response did the manservant walk away from the door, down the hall. Lynette waited until he was out of earshot, and shoot her fist at the door. "That pig!" she said. "He knew I was in here the entire time. Jewish, I could strangle him!" Damien stepped back, smiling at the sight of Lisette's anger and chuckling." I imagine he's just jealous that he's not the one receiving your sweet affections my dear," he told her as he began to dress, "Being tortured with the sight of such an alluring and desirable woman and being unable to do what cams naturally to a man about it." Then he sighed." But perhaps you should be on your way before you are too missed." With her temper, she almost said something off the cuff that, later, she would have had reason to regret. But Lisette caught herself from giving a sharp retort in the face of Damien's flattery, and smiled. She leaned back against the door, with her hands on the knob, unashamedly watching him dress. She giggled; she had never been able to watch a man dress without being amused, all the business with bending over or balancing, and the way they hung this way or that." Rafael? Hardly. He's a boy-fancier. He and Bernard have been carrying on in the late hours; everyone's talking about it. Scandalous for men of that age..." She shrugged, and opened the door, peering out to make certain she would not be seen leaving Damien's room. Giving him a last, playful look over her shoulder, she slipped away without another word. Damien showed no embarrassment as he dressed. He'd dressed under the gaze of valets and maids more often than not in his life, and beyond that, he knew he was enjoyable to watch. He could not hide a look of surprise at her comment about Rafael. Furthermore, he would not have guessed such a thing, but he filed it away in his memory. But then she was gone, and he hurried to finish dressing and check himself over in the full length mirror to insure he was not at all disheveled or unready. Appearances were important after all. Then he exited his room and made his way to the dinning room. Despite the extension of an invitation, it was clear that Lady Mournecreek did not intend to make her standing lunch with the Baron a formal affair. He was able to find the dining room with little difficulty; most great houses of the noble lines tended towards similar arrangements; only the contents varied, seldom the layout overmuch. On the first floor, through a pair of large, double doors opposite the entrance hall was the dining room. It was a large, rectangular room floored and paneled with rich, dark wood that showed both great age and great care in the maintenance of its luster. It seemed to gleam with generations of carefully applied oil rubbed into its surface until even the scuffs had been covered over a hundred times. On the far wall from the doors was a large marble fireplace, in which, regardless of the fair weather, a pair of logs burned merrily. Above the fireplace was a monstrously large portrait of a white-haired man dressed in severe black, with nary a smile line on his etched and shrunken face. The late Lord Mournecreek, who had bequeathed his titles to his daughter Annabelle almost five years ago, on his death. The wall on Damien's right boasted a small, more discreet door that, he believed, led to the kitchens. A buffet was stationed against this wall, bearing delicate chine plates and heavy silverware, as well as wine glasses, goblets, and flutes. On Damien's left was a section of wall devoted to the ancestral line of the Mournecreeks, with careful, small boxes and lines tracing the extensive family lineage all the way back to Roderick. A genealogists' dream, Damien could probably establish his own, distant relationship to the current Marquise given enough time to connect the cousins of shared lines. Seventh cousin, thrice removed, perhaps? The center of the room was occupied by a long, lavishly appointed table. The head of the table was situated to the left, where Annabelle could sit with the long line of Mournecreek's behind her as she entertained her company. But she and Damien were not alone today. Three men and a woman were present in the room when Damien arrived. The men had to rise to greet him and permit Annabelle to make introductions; the woman was already standing. She stood near the door, in fact, and he might well have had a start to realize that she was a witch! On each of her wrists was a bracelet, fashioned like links of chains forged together around her skin. She wore yellow and blue robes with a symbol on her left breast, one he recognized, with some distaste, as the coat of arms of the charter bank of Salem, the very same firm with whom much of his debt rested. Aside from her robes, there was nothing remarkable about the witch whatsoever. Deliberately so; on her cheeks and around her eyes she wore what appeared to be a plain black mask. And yet by means of witchcraft, while she wore that mask, Damien could not pick out a single distinct detail of her stature, face, age, coloring, or anything else that might have let him identify her. His mind simply slid like on an oiled floor against her features. Again, this was deliberate. Witches were not people. They did not need anything as human as a name, an identity, features that could be recognized. While this was true in both law and custom, one seldom saw the dehumanizing mask these days." My Lord Baron Fawkes," Annabelle said, with deliberate emphasis on his title as she indicated her three guests. "Thank you for accepting my invitation. May I introduce you to the other guests?" Immediately to her right, turning so that he could see Damien, Annabelle supplied the name to match the older man's face. "My I present Lord Mayor Horace Brentwood, of Nor creek. Nor creek is the nearest village to us, part of the Mournecreek ancestral lands." Despite his noble title, then, Brentwood existed as an extension of Annabelle's office, administering the place in her stead. Next down the table was a younger man, babyish, as a matter of fact, with pale corn hair and green eyes, toying nervously with clean, but unadorned robes. "And this is Squire Sir Andreas Malcolm, of Salem." A lesser noble from the capital. Not so different from him, and come to think of it, Damien could remember vaguely seeing Andreas around before, at some function or another." And lastly, Master Charles, of the charter bank." From first to last, Annabelle's guests ran the gamut from old to young to middle-aged. Their ranks had decreased as she progressed, not unintentional on her part, Damien was sure. But the last, Charles, would buy all accounts be the most powerful, and most independent of the three men...four, if one counted himself. And.yes...on his finger, he wore a distinctive ring that resembled the binding bracelets on the wrists of the witch. Yes, by far, the most powerful man in the room, if he had a trained and bound witch in his control Damien nodded politely to each man in turn. His gaze lingered on Master Charles, taking in the man's ring. For anyone not of either of noble blood or devoted to the church to have a bound witch would have been unthinkable a generation ago. This man was a perfect example of the commoners who'd risen up to steal the power of his own class with growing boldness. And as he fixed himself a plate of food and joined them, he could easily see that it was the banker who was of import here. "A pleasure to meet you all," he said with a smile as he took his seat. His gaze drifted once more to the witch, and then back to Master Charles. "And allow me to congratulate you on your witch," he said evenly, "Though I must say, an enchanted mask is a rather traditional touch. Have you had her long?" As Damien seated himself at the table (he was offered a place at Annabelle's left, not quite so honored as Brentwood, seated at her right), a servant that he did not know opened the door to the kitchen, bearing two glass decanters of wine, a red and a white, for him to choose between for the meal. The fare itself was simple, even light; extremely lean cuts of meat, crystallized fruit, a soft cheese to spread across good, hard bread. Nothing filling, in itself, but in sufficient quantities that no man present would rise from the meal hungry, even if he ate more than his fill. Charles smiled at Damien, his neatly shaved goatee coming to a sharp point on the man's chin. "She does not belong to me, my Lord Baron," he answered in a slow, deep voice with just the proper amount of respect for Damien's station, and not an iota more. "She belongs to the charter bank, and I have the use of her for the day."" Master Charles is too polite to say that he is here on business," said Annabelle. "When travelling in the provinces, many powerful merchant houses own or obtain the services of a witch for the purpose. Far less costly than hiring armed guards, and more intimidating besides."" Quite, Lady Mournecreek," replied Charles. Damien picked the white wine and sipped it as Annabelle and Charles spoke." A very practical arraignment indeed," he commented as he looked over at the magically featureless witch. Then he looked back to Charles and gave a slight smile. "I'm afraid I find witches and witchcraft rather fascinating," he commented, "Forgive me if I am overly curious, but I've not had much occasion to study an actual witch in any detail." "Yes, My Lord," replied Charles with a nod of his head that was calculated, to the degree, for the proper level of apparent deference. "It is the case with many sons of noble houses these days, I understand, to fail to possess that of which they once had flocks. A most lamentable state of affairs." Annabelle cleared her throat softly, and Charles smiled. "Ahh, forgive me, Lord Fawkes. I intended no disrespect." Damien smiled at the man, hiding any disdain carefully." None taken," he answered, "It is indeed a sad business. By all accounts, our witches are few and weak, as if perhaps the bloodlines were on the verge of drying up and leaving us without the blessing of magic. What a tragedy that would be..." It was clear that Charles would have liked little better than to revel in the fact that he, in his capacity for his employer, had something that Baron Fawkes did not. He turned the ring on his finger, as if suggesting all the things he would love to speak about, but deferred to the sensibilities of his hostess." Regardless of the cause, it would seem that we shall soon have to learn to do without witchcraft and witches," opined Annabelle. "If current trends continue, within two or three generations, there shall be none left. Lord Fawkes, do you and Squire Malcolm know each other? If memory serves correctly, your fathers would have served together in the House of Lords." Damien also nodded to Annabelle and then looked over. "Yes, I do believe they did. It's been... years hasn't it?" Inwardly, he was scowling at the smug banker. Some day, he vowed to himself, he would wipe the smile from that man's face. But his expression betrayed nothing as he nodded to the young man. "It is good to see you again Malcolm. It's been far too long." "And you, Damien," answered Malcolm in a quavering voice not at all like the boisterous and pugnacious voice Damien was used to hearing from the taverns of Salem. It was clear that he was intimidated and not at all himself; either because of the witch in the room, which he kept stealing fearful glances towards, as he would a drawn and locked crossbow pointed in his direction, or because he realized that he was the de facto low man on the totem pole in this gathering, it was unclear. As the meal progressed, Annabelle seemed mostly content to make pleasant, light conversation, but seldom initiating it, forcing the three gentlemen the carry on the social labors themselves. She only spoke up if conversation seemed to lull, or drifted back to the subject of the witch in the room, which appeared to make her uneasy. The meal progressed, and Damien thought that if every time he sat at the table he was feted as he was then, he would need to take out his trousers before his work in the Mournecreek library was finished. Damien found it odd that the witch seemed to make Annabelle uneasy, and made a mental note of it. She'd seemed fairly calm about the topic earlier... but perhaps it was simply the presence that unsettled her and Malcolm both. For the young man he felt sympathy. He was clearly uncomfortable here, and weathering it badly. The baron made some effort to soothe his associate's nerves, or at least to avoid bringing up anything he suspected would add to the man's unease. As he helped himself to the fine food, he smiled and relaxed. This was a proper lunch indeed, and it only reinforced his drive to find a way to reverse his fortunes. He leaned back and sipped his wine, listening and commenting quietly as he let his gaze drift to the wall behind Annabelle and idly trace along the impressive genealogical chart there. Unusual among family trees, Damien realized, was that it traced the lineage of the family through both the mother and the father's line. An easy mistake to make for someone that could not read the subtleties of the markings that linked mother to child, husband to wife, and brother and sister would be to assume that the Mournecreek line never married outside the clan! Because of the complexity of the arrangement, each person from Annabelle to Roderick had only a very small box connected here or there to another person. Damien thought it might be necessary, every five years or decade, to update the genealogy to account for marriages, births, and deaths. That was so, he verified, when he saw that Annabelle's uncle was listed as having been born on a date almost seventy years ago, but no corresponding death listed. Her mother, Celeste of Salem, was similarly listed as still being alive, but Damien could vaguely recall her death almost five years ago. Perhaps he could further Annabelle's patronage by offering to update her family tree, if and when he finished the task in the library. After lunch and more excellent brandy, Charles and Lord Brentwood bade their host their farewells, and Damien could see them, after they had left, moving across the courtyard to the stables, where two horses were retrieved for the gentlemen. Charles held a hand down, and the nameless witch took it as she mounted the saddle fore him. The banker placed his hands on the woman's thigh, lewdly stroking her skin through a slit in the robe, while she continued to look ahead, not responding to the touch against her person. Malcolm, however, was taken by Rafael deeper into the house. "Sir Malcolm will stay the night," explained Annabelle as she accompanied Damien back to the library. "And now I suspect that you will wish to begin your task. I do not envy you the job. Is there any need you have I or my servants have yet to meet?" Was she implying more than she was saying with that statement? Her face, and small smile, offered no clue that rumor had already found wing to spread about the manor that Damien had bedded Lisette. Damien made a note to study the Mornecreek's genealogy a bit more when he had the chance. It was a fascinatingly detailed work after all. As the two men left, Damien could not help a wistful gaze at the banker and his witch. What was the world come to when such men succeeded while real nobility floundered? But he kept his thoughts quiet as he walked to the library with his patron. He nodded at her comment about Malcolm, hoping the poor man would relax a bit without the other men present at dinner but doubting it. He did stop at Annabelle's question, lifting an eyebrow as he studied her expression. "No, I must say that you and your servants have been most hospitable and helpful. And while the task is rather large, I have enough of the scholar's temperament in me to enjoy it for the most part." He bowed respectfully to her. "Thank you again for this opportunity, I am truly grateful to you for it." "Your scholarly temperament was never in doubt, Lord Fawkes," she said as she stopped in the hallway just prior to the library doors. Her expression was pleasant, but she did not follow up on her possible innuendo with a knowing gleam of her eye of twist of her lips that would have suggested her good humor. Merely manners, Damien thought, unless she was as unrevealing of her tells as a professional gambler. "The extent of the labor, however, may prove enough to blunt even the keenest of intellects, as I suspect that it will quickly degenerate into tedium and routine, and that may in turn lead to mistakes and laziness. For a scholar with less pride in his works than yourself, that is." She gave a shrug, as if, despite her words, she was uncertain whether Damien had the pride in his work to see the project through, and was adopting await-and-see attitude. "I leave you to the task. Again, if there is anything you need..." Damien nodded. "What my temperament cannot overcome, my honor will. I have given my word and shall keep it. You need not fear me losing heart mid-way and abandoning the work." Then he was alone, save for the stacks of books. With a determined nod, he took one of the many volumes and carried it over to the desk where he opened a journal and made a quill ready. So armed, he opened the book and began to read it, making his own notes in the fresh book so he could begin connecting margin scrawls from one book to the others. But likewise, he was also reading intently, eager to uncover and expand his knowledge of witchcraft. And like any scholar, time was quickly forgotten as he fell into his work. Time passed as Damian began a task he soon learned could have taken a small army of scribes and clerks the better part of a year to complete. His first assessment of a random sampling of books revealed that the late Bishop had spared very few of the pages in his possession his often acerbic commentary. Fortunately, the discipline of the monasteries of the holy order kept his margin notes on topic of whatever point had stirred his thoughts, even as his noble background ensured that his penmanship, though precise and narrow, was regular and legible after a time spent familiarizing himself with it. Because of the Bishop disinclination to wander from the subject at hand, Damien was soon able to categorize the many books by several indexes, including subject, rarity of the book itself, and the time it was published, if it proved to be a recent volume. To Damien's surprise, perhaps half of the books he now had in the purview of his duties concerned themselves with witchcraft in some respect: history of, theory behind, the church's accounts of, and so on. His own interests would not want for cultivation, it seemed. After perhaps two hours, Damien saw from the shining glass windows of the library Annabelle riding past on the back of a chestnut mare, her small hands in riding gloves and her thick dark hair done up inside a wool cap. At her side, his legs pumping at twice the speed of the horse's easy canter, was Malcolm, his long black boots covered with grass and twigs, and his cheeks flushed from the warmth in the air and his effort in keeping up with the Mournecreek. Neither turned their head to the window from which Damien watched the scene, neither appeared to notice the silently respectful groundskeeper whose weeding the two nobles disturbed, and stood respectfully to one side as the pair passed. It was not long after this that there came a gentle knock on the door, but before he could even call out, it was opened, and Lisette entered, bearing a bone china teapot painted with delicate blue ink and a full tea service. "I thought you might like a drink, my Lord," she said in a half-laughing, singsong voice. A vast task indeed, but not an impossible one and one which would give him access to quite a bit of otherwise inaccessible lore. All in all, it was not a displeasing development. He'd be able to enjoy The lady Mornecreek's hospitality and learn quite a bit to boot. And then, as if summoned by his thoughts, Damien looked up to watch Malcolm running along beside Annabelle's mare. It was an odd sight to be sure, and he stroked his chin as he pondered what might have prompted the young man to choose to run rather ride as well. Not for the first time, he wondered what currents ran beneath the calm and practiced exterior of his hostess. Shrugging the peculiar image from his thoughts, he had just about set his mind back to his work when Lisette entered. Smiling at the maid, he moved from the desk to a seat at an uncluttered table. "I rather imagine I could," he answered, "And a chance to rest my eyes upon something besides the good Bishop's penmanship for a few moments." "I cannot stay," Lisette said with a small, rueful smile as she set the silver tray on a side table and poured a cup. "Rafael is sending me away. Mother has told him we're almost out of cooking wine, and he wants me to visit the inn for a bottle or two." As the head of the staff, it was certainly within the butler's prerogative to direct the servants, but not usually among the tasks assigned to a chambermaid. Sweetening the cup with a spoon of reddish honey, Lisette placed the cup at Damien's elbow. "He knows, of course. If he weren't a shirt-lifter I'd say he spied at the keyhole. He'll not tell Annabelle, he says." Taking a step backwards, she tilted her head, letting her loosely bound hair fall across her shoulder. "I will not be back until after nightfall. Do you want me to come to you when I come back?" That small hesitation, that almost playful shyness, again in her slightly flushed cheeks. Damien nodded and reached for her hand, catching it and lifting it to his lips to kiss lightly." I would want that very much," he answered, "But only when you can do so without raising dear Rafael's ire. I would not place my desires above your duties. And..." he paused to gesture at the stack of journals and books, "It is not as if my time here will be brief." Then he let go of her hand and sat back. "Thank you for the tea," he said as he lifted his cup, sipping it after blowing the steam away, "I'll look forward to seeing you later."

Bound by Blood and Name (Amberghylles & Rydia)|rating:4.0

Dragon Slayers (Lirliel x Dudan)

The cart creaked and groaned on its wheels as it trundled along, pulled by two horses and flanked by two riders. The back of the cart had a canvas sheet tied over it, covering the things it was carrying. At the front of the cart, on the small bench, were two men. One had a sword laid across his inner thigh, running a whetstone down it's edge with a smooth scraping sound with each push. He rocked slightly as the cart rolled down the road, over the cobblestones and cracks. The man sitting next to the one with the sword held the reins loosely in his hands. Slowly, he looked upwards to the sky and nudged the man with the sword next to him. "Looks like a storm's brewin', Aldrich." He noted. The man with the sword, Aldrich, looked up, too. He grunted. "We'll stay at an inn." He said. "No point going riding if we're only going to be forced to shelter from a storm." He turned on the bench, to the man that was riding on the right side of the cart. "Baylor." He said. "When we reach the town, take the cart and sell the bones. Sell the cart, too. Make sure you get a fair price." The man nodded, and Aldrich resumed his position. The bones in the back would get a good price, he knew. They had already been paid by the last town they had been at, for the service of slaying the dragon that had taken up residence in the hills nearby to the town. As was custom, they had left the skull for the town to erect wherever they saw fit, while they took the bones. Dragon bones were strong, and good use could be made of them in the making of weapons and other such things. Aldrich's hand found the hilt of his sword; dragon bone wrapped in hardened leather. In all truth, the bones they had in the cart weren't overly large - they had sold the biggest ones already. Now they just had the smaller ones. Aldrich ordered the man next to him, Brennan, to pick up the pace as he saw the town rise over the crest of a hill. He then leaned forward and addressed the man riding on the left of the cart. "Angel." He said, and the man turned his head to face him. "Ride ahead and get us some rooms. In the Black Horse." The man nodded and kicked his horse into a gallop, his cloak flapping behind him in the rising wind. On the side of his horse Angel carried a shield, though no coat of arms or family crest was emblazoned upon it; just a simple white dragon head on a field of black - the crest of slayers. Aldrich pushed his sword back into the scabbard that was laid across his knees, wrapping his cloak more tightly about him. The woman's hair was that of fire, her eyes stared out across the forest floor, finally spotting her quarry once again. She knelt down in the growth, drawing her bow. She made not a single word, nor a move as she watched the deer trundle along. Fingers rubbed the feathers of the arrow and the deer looked up, around, but the woman was well cloaked, a deep rich forest green keeping her in check with the undergrowth and the tree besides her. The wing of the bow sounded, and the deer tried to bolt, but instead of running it yelped and mewled, the arrow stuck in its throat, another went into the leg, keeping it from running before the woman drew her hood back, revealing a head that had the sides of them shaved. There was a big braid that ran from the front of her hair all the way to her lower back, it had been bundled up in the hood of the cloak but now hung free as she approached the deer. It was the mark of the hunters of this region, most men knew this. "Better you then me," she said as she approached, drawing a large skinning knife and cutting the deer's throat, collecting much of the blood she took a swig. "I take this beast into myself.," she said to the god of Hunters, "let me hunt better with its instincts guiding me", she wiped her mouth from the salty blood and wrapped the deer up. Her small frame did not promise the strength of a massive barbarian, but she was strong to a fault. Pulling the deer onto her shoulders she started her slow move out of the forest, finally cresting the earthen barrier that held the town proper away from the wild an old man spotted her. "Adeline hunting again?", he asked, chuckling softly, hunting was the province of men a lot of these old-timers found. She spat the ground, "I feed you too old man, remember that when I leave", he laughed harder at her when she walked past. Her eyes darkened, the rich green emeralds within turning angry. "Damn these men.", she walked towards the Dark Horse only to spot a cart trundling down the roads, just more travelers she thought to herself. But then something caught her eye. There was a man on the back of the cart, he was sharpening his sword, it looked wickedly sharp already, but the shield by his side was something of a kick in her stomach. She had been raised a fosterling by the good sisters who had taught her how to read and write, and she had grown up loving the stories of Slayers, of all sorts, from Orcs, to Ogres, but the best, the strongest and the wisest were the Dragon Slayers. She had heard tales of a Dragon in the hills to the east, but did not know if they were true. Furthermore, she hunted the forest, not the hills, dumping the deer onto the slaughter block she took the cloak off. It was matted in blood and needed washing, folding it up under itself she approached the cart." Ho travelers.," she said softly, "my name is Adeline. Are you Slayers?", she asked, a reverent tone in her voice. The woman was still young, she was woman-grown, a full firm set of teats, a body slim and agile but corded with muscle from a time of hunting and bright green eyes set in a tanned weather beaten face. The eyes were the most beautiful aspect of her as she stared at them, hoping they would take her, she was smart, good with a bow and was a quick student, she'd show them all. Aldrich looked upwards as they entered the bustling town. The sky was getting even thicker with dark gray clouds, stretching into the distant horizon. The wind was picking up, and he could smell rain in the air, too. He set his jaw, annoyed by the impeding storm but resigning himself to it; there was nothing that could be done about the skies. They were completely at the mercy of the gods who dwelled in the clouds where that was concerned. Even so, it'd give them time to sell their wares. The town seemed busy despite the coming storm. The cart trundled along, the inhabitants of the town moving out of the way of Baylor, who rode ahead. Seated next to him, Brennan maneuvered the cart towards the center of the town, where he reigned the horses to a halt. He looked over the side of the cart as a young woman approached them. In front of the two horses pulling the cart, Baylor turned his steed to watch the woman." Ho travelers...my name is Adeline. Are you Slayers?" She spoke with the solemnity people often used when addressing them. Aldrich did not answer immediately, climbing down from the cart, while on the other side Brennan did the same. Ahead, Baylor dropped from his own horse and tied it to the cart, before climbing into the cart itself. "Remember what I told you." Reminded Aldrich. "Get a fair price for it all." Baylor nodded before snapping the reins and sending the cart off again. Brennan came to stand beside Aldrich, his own sword and shield in hand. Slowly, Aldrich turned to face the woman. "Aye, we're slayers." He finally announced. He glanced at her up and down before addressing Brennan. "Go to the inn and find Angel, see if he's got the rooms yet." Reluctantly, Brennan looked at the woman for a short moment longer before turning and making for the inn. Aldrich watched him go, before turning back to the girl, slinging his shield over his back. "And what would you be wanting with the likes of us, miss?" He raised an eyebrow. They were all men, each one looked grim and ready to fight. They were dragon slayers, the stuff of myth and legend, Adeline stared as they rode past, before turning all when she spoke to them. She watched as the leader, obviously since he was giving commands, spoke to his companions. She remembered the names, a handy trait, Baylor, Brennan though the leader had not been spoken too yet. Brennan turned away as well, going to find another slayer most likely who was searching for rooms at the inn. "You're better off not staying at the Black Horse, there is a small Sept further ahead, the good sisters know me. We can stay there for free, perhaps they might ask you for a small favor. A moment of your time in recompense", she knew she hardly looked the novice in her dirty leather, mud and filth covered pants and high-riding boots." The inn-keep himself is a man of ill-taste and often takes far too much money from even Slayers such as yourself," she said, offering them another incentive, "but that is not why I stopped you on the road", she unhooked the bow from her back, offering it, "I am unsure of how one becomes a slayer, but I am a skilled hunter, I am able to read and write, and I know two other languages", well she knew them, could speak a few words and understood more, but she was no blessed scholar in the language of the bestial Orcs nor those of the often missed spirits of the forest. Above them rumbling cracked, the start of the storm in the distance, Adeline moved the bow back. "Do you accept my offer as a novitiate to your.", she sought the correct word for a moment, "order?", she asked, her eyes hopeful and spry. "You're better off not staying at the Black Horse, there is a small Sept further ahead, the good sisters know me. We can stay there for free, perhaps they might ask you for a small favor. A moment of your time in recompense. The inn-keep himself is a man of ill-taste and often takes far too much money from even Slayers such as yourself, but that is not why I stopped you on the road." Aldrich watched in silence as she unhooked the bow from his back." I am unsure of how one becomes a slayer, but I am a skilled hunter, I am able to read and write, and I know two other languages. Do you accept my offer as a novitiate to your.order?" For a short while, Aldrich stood alone with the woman, all of his men having gone. He contemplated her words for a few moments. Whenever they passed through a town, much of the same happened. Take my boy as an apprentice. From farmhands, masons, smiths. Slaying was a way of bringing power and greatness to a family, as well as wealth. It was no wonder that they begged them to take their sons and daughters as apprentices. But always, Aldrich turned them down. The three men that he already had proved themselves against dragons time and time again; in their party there had used to be seven of them - three had died not long ago. Aldrich knew that sooner or later he would have to take another apprentice, but he was waiting for the right person. Was this girl right? He looked her up and down again. She was lean, and seemed strong. She said she was a hunter. Skilled archers were always needed in a band of slayers. Aldrich pursed his lips, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. He knew that to take this girl on would be a risk - an extra mouth to feed, even if she was a hunter. An extra person to split the bounties of each kill with. An extra person to die, should something go wrong. Despite all of this, he found himself thinking. She could turn out to be different. Finally, he reached a decision. "No." He said, not unkindly. "I'm sure your prowess as a hunter is admirable, but a slayer's life is hard. It's not everything it is made out to be. Death and fighting follow us like a plague, miss. It is like that you would be dead within a fortnight of us leaving the town. I thank you for your offer of a bed for the night, but on this occasion I shall have to decline." He had tried to be as polite and proper as possible, as he didn't want to cause offense. He turned away from the girl, a frown creasing his forehead. Therehadbeen something about her, though. Had he made a mistake? Adeline readied herself for the glance of the slayer, she resisted the urge to puff her chest up, to show herself off. Instead, she remained as she was, still, the bow moving to hang by her side, the longbow was hand-carved and well-made. The quiver of feathers Fletcher by her own hand, finally the man spoke and he said no. The words that came after washed over her like a bucket of cold ice, he did not offer her anything else as he turned, walking away from her. She resisted the urge to grab an arrow from the quiver, to string it along her bow, pull it back and let the head pierce the man's back. "Then go. Fool.," she said, whispering the words as she walked away, stalking into the forest as the rains broke overhead. The water splashed down around her as Adeline ventured deep into the darkness of the woods, rain trickled less down here, she knew the deep parts, where the trees soaked much of the rain, where the ground was moist but not sodden. She cleared her cheeks of water, tears on her skin. "Bastard. All men are Bastards.", she drew an arrow and loosed it, then another, putting the arrows on a small diameter, showing her skill with the bow. Retrieving the arrows she cursed silently as two of the heads broke, the rest regained their position within the quiver. Taking the pack on the back of her belt she opened it, drawing a leather cloak, much as she had worn when hunting the deer. The inside was lined with fur and kept her warm as she pulled it close, the bow was unstrung and the string covered up. The bow itself moved to her back, a long quarterstaff like this. She took the skinning knife, "I vow to you Hymnal", she closed on the tree which held the two arrow heads, she noted the similar height of them, the space between. They looked like eyes, hard and dark as iron. "I will slay a dragon for thee, I will take my life into my own hands. If these slayers do not want me, then I will show them I can slay a dragon myself", she carved a grim smile in the bark of the tree. "Let this tree be my vow, my testament", she etched it deeper, "To my god Hymnal I promise a dragon slain by my own hand!", the lightning cracked loudly overhead and struck the clearing. It smoked and sizzled and Adeline stared at the thing on the ground, it was metal, glowing and hot. Jagged and stuck in the ground, as she approached the noted the artistry of the weapon. It was curved and hammered, thin as her nail but seemed like it had not rusted. Slowly the glow ebbed away, leaving runes in the blade itself glowing. "A gift from Hymnal," she said breathlessly, reaching out her fingers touched the weapon's hilt, shocked to not feel warmth, but cold. She rubbed the circular lines, they felt like. Bones. Another lightning bolt crackled, and it revealed what she had, a weapon of exquisite beauty. A thing that no mortal should possess, a weapon of the fey folk of the forest, imbued with the spirit of a dead Dragon. She pulled the weapon free, staring at it. She waited for the slayers to begin moving from the village, taking her time in hiding before they left. "Best follow them. They will know where the beasts reside.," she whispered silently to the ground, the weapon had a sheath now. Hanging opposite to her skinning knife, the sword was stronger than iron she had found, it had cut through a deer's neck in a single cleave. Effortless like there was nothing but air, she found herself drawn to the sword, now she needed someone to show her how to use the blade proper. They stayed in the village for a couple of days before leaving. Aldrich soon found what the girl had said to be true; the inn wasn't the friendliest of places, and the prices were nothing less than extortionate. But still, it provided them with a few days of valuable rest before they set out again, this time on horseback instead of with a cart. They bought a cart whenever they needed one - when they killed a larger dragon that needed carrying. For the rest of the time, it was quicker and easier to ride. Aldrich took the lead from the village, on the narrow road that curved into the forest. As he rode, he shifted through sheaves of parchment that he had withdrawn from a leather pouch from one of the saddlebags. Written on the pieces of parchment were various letters and maps - he was reading one such letter, that had been left for them at the town they had been at before this one. Well, it hadn't been left for them, as such, but any passing slayers. It was a call for aid from a northern town that had been the victim of a dragon for a few months. The letter had only been sent a week or so ago, so Aldrich was confident that they'd reach the town in time. First, they had to pass through the forest, and make their way North, towards the foothills at the bottom of the Margin mountains; it was there that the town was situated. While they were there, they could pursue some of the smaller dragons that were always present in the mountains for some extra money. With a grunt of approval, he tied the leather pouch back up and deposited it in a saddlebag, along with the rest of his supplies, such as food, water and his meager armor. His sword still hung at his hip; you never could be too careful nowadays. The forest loomed ahead, and the sun climbed into the sky. Once they had entered the tall line of trees guarding the edge of the forest, the light shifted, becoming dappled and green as it shone wetly through the canopy. There were still clouds in the sky, but not so many as they feared another storm. Wet leaves slipped underfoot as they followed a game trail, unhurried and making jokes as they rode along. They stopped to break their fast a few hours into the day; swallowing down a few apples, pieces of cheese and hard bread, before continuing their journey. They continued for the entirety of the day, stopping only to collect water from streams and occasionally cut themselves through sets of particularly thick brambles. As they rode, Aldrich found his mind wandering to the girl from the day before. What had her named been? Adele? Are...it was Are, something. Adeline! That was it. Had he made a mistake at leaving her behind? Aldrich often found himself wondering about potential apprentices days after he had turned them down - he supposed it was just the guilt of not taking one on making him foolish. He knew it had been the sensible thing to do to not take anyone on at this time. He looked around at his men. All of them relatively young and strong, like him. They were somewhat newer to the trade than himself, but they were all skilled. Maybe in a few years, he'd take someone on. When the sun had climbed and then started to set in the opposite side of the horizon, the group of men emerged on a clearing. "We'll stop here for the night." Announced Aldrich, hearing sighs of relief from his men. It had been a tiring day's ride. They dismounted from the horses and started to set up camp - building a fire and setting up the small tents they had brought with them. They dragged a pair of long, thick branches to either side of the fire, providing them with seats where they could relax in relative comfort while cooking and eating. The sun began to set as Brennan took a bundle of rabbit meat wrapped in cloth out of one of the saddlebags. He set about cutting and cooking it while Aldrich and the other men sat and talked in the rapidly depleting daylight. Where they rode Adeline walked, it proved easy enough to follow them. The mountain trails were not her favorite and this was farther north then she had ever ventured, they had crossed a stream which marked the territory where the village ended and the wilds began. She touched a stone there, asking for Hymnal to watch over her. Jumping the water she followed them along, by now the forest had given way somewhat, turning to more opened areas and in one of these they stopped. Adeline saw the light of the sun and fitted her hand before her eyes, she had maybe an hour, perhaps two left before darkness completely overtook the land. She had no time to hunt whilst following the Dragon Slayers and her belly rumbled. She had fed on the last of the dried rabbit she had during the journey, taking her canteen she swigged it. Drinking her fill, "Hmm.", she felt the drink wash down her throat as she watched the fire being put together, the leader and his men sat around, some on large branches which made for seating. In the darkness Adeline noticed something to her left, laying down on her belly she placed the hood up enough to see, but hopefully not enough to be spotted. Her face was dirtied and muddied from the march, and she saw the cat before it saw her, "It noticed the fire", she thought to herself, slowly retrieving the bow she lay on her back, quickly stringing it, when she glanced the cat had crept a little closer. It was a crag cat, she had heard tales from hunters that passed through the village, they were dangerous and wild animals, more than capable of killing men and horses. It certainly looked big enough, the size of a full-grown elk, at least from head to tale it's muscular shoulders and powerful hind legs crawled forward. Readying itself for the kill, she noticed one of the men laughing as he undid the brace of rabbits, the tongue lashed out, and the cat tasted the smell of meat. To her surprise it did not growl, nor give any indication of its position. It just stepped closer once more, then rose, leaning back. The wing of her bow-string sounded, and the Crag Cat roared in surprise, "That might not have been wise", the arrow had missed its mark in the depleting daylight. She saw it stick to the beast's flank as it turned towards her, those massive back legs propelling him forward. She found the sword in her hand, she never even remembered drawing it. Time seemed to freeze for half a second as the beast leaped towards her, those massive claws outstretched, that jaw opened wide enough to swallow her skull. She knelt, swung the sword and hoped for the best. A splash of wetness and something dropping on her and Adeline breathed hard, she felt no pain, as she turned and looked she saw the ruined remains of the Crag Cat. It's belly had been sliced open, its entrails lay on the ground as the beast mewled pitifully. She sheathed the sword on her hip and drew the hunting knife, this beast did not deserve to suffer, it was too great a predator for that. Once more she knelt by its neck, opened it up and drank of its blood. Thanking Hymnal for watching over her, thanking him for allowing her to take this blood into herself. That it was a great honor to have a predator like this to remain living within her soul, she looked back from the corpse of the Crag Cat into the eyes of the men standing on the small incline over the hill she had hidden behind. "Slayers.," she said softly, Adeline's voice clear as day. Her face was marred by mud and blood, she looked more feral than the great beast besides her. "What the-" Aldrich whipped around, dropping the piece of meat he had been holding at the edge of the fire. His hand instantly reached for his sword, leaning sheathed against the log he was seated on. He saw the rest of the men do the same. What had that noise been? Whatever it had been, it wasn't human. Unsheathing the sword and holding it out before him, Aldrich nodded towards a small incline of earth towards the edge of the clearing, where the trees were thicker. Baylor picked up a stick from the fire in the descending darkness, holding it aloft with one hand as they approached the mound of earth, swords drawn. What greeted them was a shock to them all. A figure was crouched over a great beast, a cat, it looked like. She seemed to be bent over the dead or dying animal, a hunting knife in one hand. Aldrich also spotted a sword, and raised his own, keeping it directly pointed at the figure below them as they watched what was happening. Slowly, the girl turned to look at them, and Aldrich felt shock pierce his heart as he recognized her as the girl from the village. Blood dripped down her front, and her hair was matted with the same and mud. At his side, Brennan nudged him, "Isn't that the girl-" Aldrich cut him off, nodding. His eyes went from the girl to the beast, and back to the girl, sword still raised." Slayers. He heard. He reached out behind him for the torch. It was placed in his palm, and he raised it into the air so he could see her more clearly in the gloom. The golden light lapped at her features, throwing them into sharp relief. Aldrich knew now that she hadn't been lying when she had told them about being a good hunter, yet still he was angry. Shocked, and angry. Confused, too. He didn't understand what had just happened. Here was a great beast, slain by a girl from a village. And the sword. Where had that come from? That was not item that an ordinary, poor hunting girl could possess. Yet even with all of these questions flying through his mind, only one came from Aldrich's lips in a low, angry growl. "What are you doing here?" She rose to her full height, staring at the four men, the light of the torch cast her features into shark contrast. The blood was matting on her skin and she washed it away, clearing her face with a bit of water before she heard the growl on the man's lips. One of the men spoke, Brennan, she remembered, his features looking at her like she was half-mad. She grinned at them all, especially the leader as he asked her what she was doing here. "Hunting.," she said softly, "I caught my prey.," she said, staring at the four men, then glancing at the Crag Cat. "I wanted to show you I am a good hunter," she said softly, taking a step back. "I wished to show up in camp, it's pelt on my shoulders, but my arrow loosed in its side. Not it's head"From the size of the beast the arrow wouldn't have penetrated far enough anyway, it looked as if a mace could have hit it and just cracked it a little. She stared at the four, "I want to be a Slayer.," she said to all of them now, her hood coming back, "I have never been on a hunt where I did not catch something, I know tracks as men know women. I'm skilled at reading and writing", she crossed her arms, "I ask you again, will you take me. If not, I will go into these mountains and return with a thing even more impressive than this cat", she stared at the corpse. The sword on her hip seemed to shine for a moment, the light of the runes fading as Aldrich looked. The most ominous thing, it contained no traces of blood, though it had surely cut the great cat like a stick of butter. Aldrich listened to her words, the shock of the situation rapidly depleting as he watched her." I will go into these mountains and return with a thing even more impressive than this cat." Aldrich understood the meaning of her words, and shook his head in disbelief while Brennan scoffed. The other two means retreated back to the fire, shaking their own heads and sheathing their weapons. "If you mean to take a dragon down by yourself, by all means try. But there is a reason slayers always work in groups." Aldrich looked at her again. She was ambitious, that much was obvious. But if she thought she could slay a dragon single-handedly, then she had a lot to learn. And that was what he had been afraid of. He didn't have the time or patience to teach someone not to get killed. But then his eyes strayed back to the slain beast on the floor. And shehadmade it this far. He could send her back to the village, but there was no certainty that she'd go. Looking at her stubborn face, Aldrich wouldn't put it past her to remain true to her word. He didn't want her death on his hands. "You can travel with us North." He finally said, holding his hand up as Brennan began to argue. "I'm not taking you on as an apprentice, though." His mind flickered between the dead beast and the girl. "Yet." He added. "If you can keep up with us and don't do anything...foolish, we may take you further with us. If not, we'll leave you in the Northern town." With a scoff, Brennan turned and stalked away to tell the others around the fire. Aldrich was about to follow him, before he turned back to the girl. He felt the need to add this, if it so happened that she did end up on her own, for whatever reason. He felt that he owed her this advice, whatever she might do with it. "But mark my words. If you go looking to slay a dragon alone, you will die. Your name will be forgotten. Stay with us and learn, and you may live to tell the tales of your slaying days to your grandchildren." You may be one of the lucky few. He added silently, before frowning and turning away, back towards the fire. Adeline stared at the man as he made his will known, finally he spoke. He would take her, not as an apprentice, not as a learner, but as a hanger on, a follower for now. Someone who was not a slayer, she would not mind that. She was willful and strong, she knew that much. She wanted to be a Slayer, from her youngest years she had wanted to be. Now she would travel with them, she would learn their trades. The man besides him moved to argue, but the leader held his hand up. She glared at Brennan for a moment, the man's actions not forgotten, but not spoken on either, cataloged for another time. When he said his final words Adeline nodded, "I only wish to learn.," she said, but he had already turned and moved back to the fire. The woman grabbed the insides of the cat, lessening the weight dramatically as she dragged its carcass back towards the fire. "It would attract other predators if I left it there," she said softly, "Plus the coat is good, and it will keep us warm.", she moved the hunting knife around the neck, cutting it off, sitting on a separate log as she started to work on skinning the beast. "My name is Adeline," she said to the group, "you", she pointed at Brennan, "are Brennan," she said softly, then to Baylor she pointed the knife, "Baylor", she moved to the other man, "Angel", then finally to the leader. Waiting for his name as she stuck the knife back in, she was skilled, that much was clear as she cut its coat. It would easily make three cloaks, two if she cut them just for the men. Chewing on a piece of meat and poking the stick with a fire, Aldrich listened to the girl. The rest of his men had fallen silent. Looking at their faces, he tried to gauge their emotions. He knew Brennan was angry. He didn't entirely blame him. The other two were harder to read, but he knew they weren't overjoyed with the situation. Pursing his lips, he returned his gaze to the fire. He was surprised when she said all of his men's names in turn - he hadn't even introduced them formally. Then she halted at his name." Aldrich." He said gruffly, biting another piece out of the meat. He watched her intently as she skinned the beast with skill; the skill of a hunter. A good hunter and archer was never a particularlybadthing when you were travelling, he reasoned with himself. Plus, with that sword, she looked as if she could handle herself relatively well. Well, they'd find out soon enough. They were like to encounter some form of fighting before they even reached the dragon; the lands between this forest and the towns and cities of the north were widely uncivilized, the grassy plains and foothills of the mountains harboring villages and bands of warriors who weren't entirely friendly. They'd be able to barter safe passage for much of the way, but Aldrich didn't doubt that they'd encounter bandits or other people of the same sort while passing through." Where did you learn to hunt?" He suddenly asked, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of the rabbit, before kicking a stone into the fire, sending embers spiraling into the air. "That's no novice ability. You must have had a fair amount of practice." Aldrich wasn't sure whether he was genuinely interested, or he just wanted to see what the girl was like. The leader's name revealed Adeline nodded softly, finishing the skinning of the pelt, it would take some time to dry and cure, but for now it made a suitable cover for a cold night under the stars. She was not done with the great cat though, she watched as embers spiraled towards the sky when Aldrich spoke to her. "I was a fosterling," she said softly, agreeing to share part of her history, "when I was younger I would escape the convent many times. I would often hunt and skin the kills of better hunters.", she put the knife at the claw point of the great beast, slowly circling around and cutting away the flesh, leaving only the massive claw as she chopped the rest off." When my teats grew many of the man laughed at me, telling me that a woman", she stuck the knife in again, cutting round, "had two places, on her back and in a house.", she seemed angered by that as she sliced the beast, ". I cared for neither, and I was lucky to find a man that agreed to teach me. He was a former Slayer.," she said softly, "not of dragons. But he had gone east, into the Spiral Mountains and hunted Manticores.", she finished with one paw and began on the next, ".he taught me every skill, he taught me how to track, how to stay hidden. To see the lay of the land", she placed the paw on her lap. "He died three winters ago, he died in a way no man like that should die. Coughing blood and shaking with illness", she finished the paw and went to the head. As she spoke, Aldrich sat and listened. The others did, too. When she spoke of the slayer who had taught her, he nodded, his interest sparked. So she does have some sort of experience, even if it's not with dragons. He thought. This might turn out to be a better arrangement than he'd previously thought. Still, there was a long way to go. While he listened, Aldrich stared at the fire, watching as the tongues of flame lapped at the logs feeding them, creating odd shapes in the burning wood and ash. When she had finished, he spoke. "It seems you have quite the past." He said. And an uncertain future." And the skills you have been taught will no doubt be of use to you in the coming days." Aldrich looked upwards, towards the sky that was now almost completely black. The moon was rising into the sky, and the stars had fired into existence where they were allowed by a lack of clouds. The chill that had followed them since the village was still present, though it wasn't so bitter now. For a short while, Aldrich watched the girl skinning the animal, before speaking again." Tommorow, we'll travel throughout the day again. We should reach the edge of the forest by midday - from there we'll be able to see the mountains and the foothills. It won't be long, then. But keep on your guard. No doubt there'll be bandits at some point in the foothills, there always are. And with a sword like that," He nodded towards her weapon, "you're sure to be a nice target for them." Adeline nodded softly as she took a piece of cord, cutting the massive pelt into a shape fit for her body, she could easily rest within it. A firm warm cloak, better than the small one she had on her shoulders, when she finished the light of the fire had started to fall slightly. She had looked up into Aldrich's face when he spoke to her, but she did not answer when he had finished. He talked of bandits, foothills and mountains, she cared little. She only cared about the burning drive within herself, to be worthy of Torn's teachings, to be found worthy to wear the slayers crest on her body and to stand amongst the tallest heroes, the mightiest legends that she had read about. The sword however that caught a rise from her, "This weapon is a gift from Hymnal himself, it was given by the earth and by fire from the sky," she said softly, drawing the blade, the runes seemed to catch the light of the dying embers. "None will take it from me", she eyed Aldrich for a moment, if he had wanted the weapon she would fight him for it. She finished her work with the pelt, it had not taken the whole of the cat's skin, and she turned towards the group. "Does anyone want a cloak. Or perhaps wraps for their boots?", she offered, she had strung the cat teeth, and it's two massive incisors together, hanging them across her chest. It was a worthy enough kill, the forest held little predators that were not worthy of being worn. But a Crag Cat was a dangerous enough beast that it warranted a place of honor. "This weapon is a gift from Hymnal himself, it was given by the earth and by fire from the sky. None will take it from me." Aldrich raised an eyebrow at her words. Whether they were true or not, he didn't know. What hedidknow was that this woman was fierce. When she asked about whether anyone wanted her to make them something from the pelt she was using, Aldrich turned to his men. Both Brennan and Baylor gratefully accepted a cloak. It seemed that this woman was skilled in a variety of ways. Looking upwards, Aldrich surveyed the darkening sky. However late it was, he found himself to be completely awake. Looking at his men, he knew that they were the same. It was often as such - travelling could be tiring, but sometimes the night seemed alive and awake. The fire was beginning to die out, so Aldrich reached and threw a few more branches on to the embers, the flames crackling back into life. "So..." He spoke again, as his men started their own conversations, "What is it that draws you to slaying, miss? You do know it's not everything the bards and singers make it seem like." The cloaks were cut easily enough, the rip and tear of flesh sounding, but Adeline was a quick and able hand. Her knife cutting swift and clear, when Aldrich spoke once more, a new flame coursing through the fire as more wood was given to it her eyes turned towards the man. "I wish to matter in the world," she said softly, "In my village I was never accepted, hunting was the place of men, women were at home in a kitchen and in the birthing bed", she growled the last words out, "I wish to be accepted, what my teacher told me, slayers care about skill", she finished the cloak for Brennan and handed it to the man before starting on Baylor's, "Not about what gender stands beside them.", she worked quickly, finishing the second cloak for Baylor as well. Aldrich watched her work, listening to her words as he did so. She was skilled with her hands, that was plain to see. The cloaks, while rough, were quickly finished and would provide warmth. Aldrich wrapped his own more comfortably around his shoulders. He said nothing for a short while, before speaking again. "Well." He pursed his lips. "Slaying is a fair way away from hunting. If you want to turn back, now would be the time to do it. When we're on a job, it could cost your life if you decide to flee instead of fight." His words were true; they had ridden once with a man who had been faint of heart - they had let him join their company because he was good with a bow, and he was clever, but when it came to the first real fight, he'd turn and fled. His weakness had caused them all to almost be killed; their plan failed, and the dragon had almost got the better of them. The man who had fled had been killed in the battle, another had been injured. They'd had to leave him at the next village. He wasn't about to let that happen again. Adeline stared at the man in front of her now as he spoke, the words rang true, but she was no timid girl, she was no shy maid who would flee at the first sign of trouble. "Give me a task, and I'll do it", she eyed the man closely, "I'm no timid maid", though. She still was a maid, "and I wish to learn the ways from all of you", she stared at the group gathered around the fire, "though, I think sleep tonight would serve us best, the moon is at its zenith, which means soon enough the sun will light these hills. And I do not wish to be caught unawares. Nor you", she nodded at Aldrich before settling underneath her cloak, resting besides the log, the sword unsheathed and at her side, she had seen the look Aldrich had given the blade.

Dragon Slayers (Lirliel x Dudan)|rating:4.0

Planetfall - Oniya and Epicurus

"Fell!" Rhea swore as her scouter suddenly jerked to one side. Something had taken out one of her starboard engines, sending the spaceship hurtling in a different direction. If this had happened in intersystem space, it would have been a simple matter of a course correction, but here, amid a virtual billiards table of orbiting bodies, more careful steering was required. Rhia fought with the controls. It had been established that women could handle higher G-forces than men, so it wasn't unusual to find one piloting a spaceship, although most female pilots chose to travel to established colonies instead of out into the middle of the unexplored regions. There wouldn't be a response to a rescue beacon in several months... if she could just get herself into one of the LaGrange points, she could enter a stasis pod... It was a delicate procedure, and she had almost gotten her ship situated when another rumble from the damaged engine sent her out of alignment, and into the planet's gravity well. The control room was buffered against most hardships - thermal, impact, and electric, but it still threw her from side to side against the safety straps. When the ship finally plowed into the ground, she was only conscious enough to release the straps and stagger from the wreckage. The outlying system of Y-Nos-Cal-265b was thought of widely among the United Commonwealth – of which humans were a keystone race – as not being worth a second thought. A cluster of two dozen planetoids orbiting a small star, most of which were too barren to accommodate any form of colony, and the others dominated by exotic flora and fauna. It was widely believed there were no sentient beings, or minerals worth harvesting, especially in this distant part of the galaxy. In one aspect, the general opinion of the Commonwealth was wrong. There was a sentient species – they just hid themselves exceedingly well out of pure evolution. While it was not the source of Rhea’s crash, the planet was her destination, and her wrecked ship carved a scar through thick jungle which dominated most of the planet. The ship narrowly avoided a deep and likely fatal drop down a deep chasm, many of which happened to carve into the planet’s surface. The planet itself was rich in oxygen and humid, a rainforest of truly gigantic proportions remaining over the planet’s surface. Frequent rain showers would drip down through titanic trees that had been growing for millennia, supplying scrubs and smaller trees with the fluid they needed. The crust undulated up and down, with mountain ranges and valleys a frequent occurrence, as well as rivers and small oceans. The fauna was diverse and strange, some remarkably similar to Earth’s native species, and others vastly different. A trio of oddly glowing eyes watched the staggering astronaut leave the smoking wreckage, side-blinking eyelids moving as the creature remained hidden among the murky undergrowth – trying to discern if she was food or not. Gauges and sensors on Rhea's suit sampled the atmosphere and deemed it breathable. In order to conserve the solar battery, it allowed her to remove the helmet, which she did gratefully, allowing her auburn hair to spill free over the form-fitting suit. It had grown since she left Earth, and now came down to the bottom of her shoulder-blades. She spoke into a wrist-recorder." Planet-fall plus zero, Scout-pilot Rhiannon Lilith recording," she said, realizing that ship time would soon be discarded as she got used to whatever the local light cycle was. "Oxygen levels green, trace gases green, evidence of free water. Technology level... non-existent. This log is to provide a record for future reference of the United Commonwealth upon its recovery. Having survived my unscheduled landing, I am proceeding to seek out possible species to analyze for toxicity and/or nutritional value. Should my stores give out before my distress beacon brings aid, this knowledge will become critical." She switched off the recorder and set the homing receiver on her suit. The fact that the planet's ecosystem seemed comparable to Old Earth's rain forests was encouraging. She recalled that such an area usually supported a wide variety of creatures. Unless there was some sort of systemic toxin, that meant that she'd be likely to find something safe to eat. Removing a polymer bag from one of the suit pockets, she headed into the forest. Light filtered down through to the clearing where the ship had skidded to a halt, through a layer of semi-permanent cloud, which was frequent in the afternoons on the planet due to the collective breathing out of segments of forest. The three blinking eyes watched and listened in predatory curiosity, the creature to which they belonged remaining well out of sight. It could understand nothing of what she was saying, but decided that the bigger animal would be too much of a threat. The animal left with barely a rustle of leaves. The area where the ship had landed was a plateau, with two of the infinitely deep chasms intersecting on the north and east faces, and steep but manageable slopes downhill on the two remaining faces. The forest which surrounded the clearing had meandering game tracks, forged by whatever herbivores lived on the planet, and possibly the carnivores also. It was on one of these oddly wide tracks – enough for two humans to walk abreast – that Rhea now wandered. Small airborne creatures with leathery wings would weave their way between the trunks high above the woman, instinctively cautious of any ground-dwellers. Insects of varying sizes, from dragonfly-issue bugs the size of a forearm to many-legged arthropods flitted around her, the smaller ones attempting to land on her suit, not showing the wariness of the flying creatures above. Of anything larger than these – such as what had forged the track – there was no sign. All around her though, echoing from the valleys below or sounding unsettlingly close, were the calls and cries, and squawks of a wild and wholly untamed world. Game track usually led to water, and Rhea didn't relish the idea of pressing through the tangles of vegetation, so she continued to follow it, using her suit's navigation system to start forming a map of the region. It was so - primitive here. She felt even more isolated than when she was cruising through inter-system space. She could easily believe that she was the only person in existence on this planet - like some sort of Eve in an extra-terrestrial Eden. The thought almost made her laugh. Religion had never been her strong point, and here she was making that sort of comparison. Besides, Eden was supposed to be a paradise, and she was already starting to feel the effects of the thick atmosphere. Below the neck, her suit was providing environmental control, but sweat was trickling down her face, and it was more of an effort to breathe, even for someone as fit as she was." Personal log," she said into her wrist-comp. "Must take time to acclimate to environment." The track meandered along a circuitous route, more or less downhill, towards the eastern chasm that cut off the plateau. The sun wasn’t visible through the thick cloud layer, only a sort of ambient light which glowed more or less from the western half of the sky. There was movement above and in front of the recently crashed pilot, large fist-sized fruit falling with dull thumps to the ground. Looking up, she would be able to see a pair of tree-dwelling primate-like beasts, each with a smaller version of itself clinging to the bigger chest. There was nothing discernible to tell between the species, and the mottled brown creatures ate the fruit while batting their tails to and fro. The multi-faceted eyes of the creatures took in the stranger, but they had no reason to be alarmed of the suited explorer. The path continued downwards, until the roar of a powerful waterway was audible through the thick forestry and provided a dull undertone to the sounds of the local beasties. The river itself was wide and fast-flowing, heading in a more or less straight direction out of sight. Upstream, a mighty tree had fallen in what appeared to be an environmental cataclysm some decades ago, and where lesser trees had been swept away, this one served as an impromptu bridge across the water, leading further into the depths of alien rainforest. With a nod and a lopsided grin at the local 'inhabitants', Rhea collected a few of the dropped fruits. She knew better than to eat it immediately, but she noted the location on her map for later. Water, on the other hand, was more crucial, and as she reached the stream, she immediately took a sample for on-board analysis. The same system in her suit that handled water recycling could check the water for chemical content, sediment and bio-load. It could also filter out anything above the molecular level, given time. With that in mind, she filled her empty reservoirs. She still had time before sunset - at least, it looked that way - and she intended to explore as much of the area as she could before heading back to the ship. It might not be flight-worthy, but it would still serve as a source of shelter. For now, though, she wanted to check out the other side of the river. Itcouldprovide a natural barrier, but she didn't want to assume it was necessary - or sufficient. The waterway was clear, displaying no obvious signs of pollution, but fleeting glances of shining water-dwelling animals, their scales reflecting the filtered sunlight were visible. Despite being wide, the river was only waist-high in most places, but the fast-moving current and uncertain footholds would make it exceedingly difficult to cross, possibly even fatal given that the water could host any number of camouflaged dangers. The log which crossed the river, and which was now in view of the human female, had a weathered, paw-beaten top side, so that it was flat and a comparatively easy crossing. The jungle on the other side of the stream, however, was thicker than the area which she’d just emerged from. It seemed almost impenetrable, except for a much narrower game track which lead the way into the dense undergrowth not far from the log. Totally unbeknownst to the girl, beneath her very feet, a small room containing one occupant, was currently buzzing into life, overlaid webs lighting up and sending messages into the creature’s mind. The being then pulled a lever, alerting more of his kind – if the messages were in a language, and translatable to English, they’d have read “Need superior to Monitor Room 4B. Unidentified arrival of interstellar object.” Nearby, above ground, something else decidedly less social was stirring as its internal body clock informed it that it would soon be time to hunt. From a deep pit in the ground, not far off the narrow and seemingly deserted game track, a guttural clicking emitted, and a dark shape started to unwind among the shadows. Rhea tried to remember which of the planets in this system had been scanned. She knew that there were half a dozen small rocky planets, either too close or too far from the central star to support life. There were also a few massive gas giants, but she definitely hadn't gone through enough atmosphere to be on one of those. Other than the nearly oppressive humidity, it would have been a good planet to colonize - if it weren't so far from any of the central hubs. It reminded her of planets from the trivial, talking about 'lost' colonies that had been settled and cut off, whether by acts of nature or acts of man. She wondered idly what kind of recognition she'd get if she found such a site. Even if it had completely died out and left to ruin... The lack of any larger life forms - other than the primates she'd seen earlier - had made her a bit complacent, and she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been. The light in the sky was starting to fade imperceptibly as the sun sank towards its horizon, although it didn’t appear to have much of an effect on visibility in the already dim forests through which the solitary human walked. She’d made it across the log with no worries at all and had found the path with ease, which wound it's way closer to the deep slice in the surface of the ground. Beneath her feet, several humanoid figures were proceeding briskly through a dimly lit tunnel towards the Monitoring Room, communicating their surprise and curiosity. It wasn’t another meteorite, they already knew, and as soon as they arrived in the room the underground scientists began the analysis and sent up a pair of scouts not far from where the ship crashed – but a distance away from the single wanderer. They didn’t know about her, yet. From the burrow which the creature dwelled within, it started to emerge, soil not sticking to its hide, first one limb probing from the hole, then another, sensing danger or approach of prospective prey. To its primitive joy, it felt the vibrations of a nearing creature on the surface, and lay in wait. The two limbs lay on the ground, in the shadows, the beast propelling itself closer to the surface but remaining out of sight for now, waiting for the nearing astronaut. Since the daylight wasn't fading as quickly under the canopy, Rhea kept walking. She was planning on turning back with enough time to reach the ship by dark, but right now, that seemed to be quite a long time away. She'd gone back into exploration mode, but her attention was still more on the local flora, searching for things that appeared to be fruits. As she walked, she sipped a little from her suit's filter-packs. As always, the processed water tasted flat, but it would keep her hydrated, which was far more important than how it tasted. There were plenty of trees which bore fruit by the path – but all held their bounty far above the head of the explorer. Not even rotten fruit populated the undergrowth, as unseen herbivores and scavengers stole them away. However, this didn’t remain true for all the fruit-bearing trees. One bountiful bush happened to be right above the burrow of the lurking predator – probably the reason it has chosen this location. Bunches of lightly furred lime fruit, striped with purple, and the inner texture of a grapefruit, hung ripe for the picking. The predator waited, sniffing the air in silence and detecting the new odors of the approaching quarry. It smelled… new. This intrigued the mind of the beast. Rhea could smell the sweet scent of the fruit, and it was making her mouth water. As unusual as it looked, she knew she had to get a sample - maybe a couple of samples. Eyes on her target, she stepped closer to the tree, stretching her lean, lithe body up to pluck the tempting globe. The lurking predator’s two exposed limbs shifted slightly as they inhaled the disturbed air around the woman, and tried to get an impression of her size. Bigger than normal prey… but the creature hadn’t had any nourishment in a timeframe that made him take risks – but not lose any strength. With serpentine grace, the two limbs slid on to the narrow path around the girl’s ankles, coiling around on the ground around her feet, waiting until they were positioned before squeezing tight. The muscles beneath the springy flesh contracted as the tentacle-like limbs sprang up, so that from her knees down she was bound firmly by the limbs. While this was happening, the predator labored itself to get further from the hole, more of the serpentine limbs emerging from the burrow to lever the rest of the beast from within the dark pit. Rhea screamed, more out of primal instinct than any hope of attracting aid. There was a vague possibility of scaring off an animal with a loud noise, but she wasn't going to wait around to see if that happened. With her legs bound, her initial recoiling unbalanced her, and she only barely avoided falling on her ass as she started striking at the tentacle with the first thing that came to hand - an 18-inch piece of dead wood. It was a primitive weapon at best, but savage places called for savage measures. The tentacles were strong and bound themselves tightly around the legs of the form-fitting suit, hard to make out in the darkness apart from the contrast of them and the suit. The wood merely hit the skin and formed short-lived dents in the spongy flesh. It didn’t seem to affect the limbs, with the skin being resilient to blunt force. With more than a dozen long limbs had emerged from the burrow now, with two eyes watching from the hole, just out of arm’s reach from her legs. It saw her two extra flailing limbs – such an insignificant number, compared to the many of the predator – and launched its own limbs at her with blinding speed, aiming for her wrists and forearms to tighten and restrict. Its goal was to totally bind her, render her helpless, before the semi-intelligent beast emerged. It can't end like this!she thought, doing her best now to get some kind of leverage against the creature. She threw one of the fruits at the creature's eyes, but it was only a matter of time before one of the tentacles would snare her. Even if she kept her arms moving, it would be able to creep up her immobilized legs and gradually imprison them at the shoulders. The creature blanched slightly as she aimed the organic missile at its eye and nearly got a bullseye, but another pair of its limbs joined the hunt for her forearms by approaching from her back side. Once it had tightened its grip on her legs and arms, the beast used the rest of its tentacles to heave itself from the hole – the body to which the tentacles were attached was bullet-shaped and as large as her torso, with the two eyes glowering at her in alien indifference. A beak remained closed for now beneath the eyes at the point of the body, which held itself up by four strong, thicker tentacles. Beneath the body hung a large fleshy sack, which appeared to contain mostly liquid. It resembled a cephalopod, really, except with some significant differences – no suckers on the tentacles, it was obviously amphibian at least, and it was easily as large as a human man while in this still fairly contracted state. "Let go!" Rhea shouted, not even considering how absurd it would be for the creature to understand English. Even held down, she continued to struggle, determined not to go down without a fight. Maybe she could score a lucky blow to the soft-looking underside of the alien - it looked vulnerable there. Of course gettingtoit meant getting closer than she wanted to get to that curved beak. The eyes of the alien monster regarded the girl with indifference still, the sounds she made were interesting but inconsequential. The firm limbs, which felt to be nothing more than muscle and flesh through her suit, pushed her over and pinned the girl down to the narrow track, a single limb shifting away from the bulk of its larger counterparts, and pressed against the female’s stomach experimentally. It was narrow, little more than a finger’s thickness, and seemed more of a sensory limb than anything else. Gently it stroked the suit, unfamiliar with the texture of the material – it wasn’t like the flesh of what the beast had consumed before. Another tentacle emerged, this one clutching a curved, serrated tooth from some previous quarry, and came down slowly between the woman’s breasts where the fabric was away from the skin. The high-tech fabric parted with a reluctant rip beneath the basic tool, which slid its carefree way across the suit in a distracted manner – zigzagging, just going in a general downwards path. Obviously it liked to toy with its prey. This time, Rhea's squirming were an attempt to keep her much less resilient skin away from the simple knife. Underneath the suit, she had worn a basic pair of pants and shirt, but these had also been torn by the creature's exploration, revealing a toned body beneath, with well-formed curves and slightly larger than average breasts. Her stomach muscles fluttered as the sensory limb poked at her, pulling in as if the inch of space would make a difference in protecting her internal organs should it decide to strike. She was trying to keep an eye on all parts of the creature at once, now - the hooked beak and the makeshift weapon were of prime importance, but she was also trying to calculate when that soft sac would be within range of a kick attempt. She was sure she'd only get one such chance. The alien paused in its meandering carving of her suit, which had been keeping her body shielded from the stifling humidity and allowed the sensory tentacle to push past the first layer of what the creature regarded as her ‘skin’. To its slight surprise, it foundanotherlayer of flesh, but this was warm and squishier than the last. The scent organs on the small tentacle found it pleasing, and it snaked over her skin beneath the surface of her mangled clothing. The sac of fluids dangled tauntingly, just out of reach of the woman’s pinned feet – the tentacles hadn’t relinquished their strength at all – and the eyes of the alien furrowed somewhat when it tried to explore down the thighs of the creature. Surely, this prey was entirely new to it, and the closest thing it could think of in its catalog of kills was the stringy tree-dwellers than were rarely foolish enough to take the bait above the burrow. The serrated tooth slashed down one of her thigh’s coverings, nicking her skin carelessly and drawing blood. The thin tentacle immediately began to scout down her legs. Rhea shuddered, trying to jerk her legs closer together in response to that disturbingly intimate touch. The thin cut stung as her movements pulled at it - she'd gotten worse cuts preparing a meal, but it was the situation that made it so much worse. Below the waist of her suit, Rhea took care to keep herself well-groomed - not because of any waiting partner, but for simple hygienic reasons. The questing tentacle would encounter smooth skin everywhere except for a small patch of short curls under her simple cotton panties. The motion only succeeded in the twitching of her thighs – the tentacles grasped everywhere up to her knees securely. Sliding along the cut, the taste buds on the sensory tentacle balked, causing the beast to blanch visibly. It found the blood of the human disgusting – far too much iron, for one. However, after the temporary pause and the subsequent removal of the tentacle from her cut, the beast continued its explorations of her body. It found her panties and pushed beneath them, sliding through the tuft of curls curiously, then over her currently-hidden nether lips. While it wouldn’t satisfy its hunger on this prey, it had other things that needed satisfying, including a need for sexual release. The bag of fluid hanging from its body had been accumulating for quite some time… Rhea relaxed a little bit as it flinched away from her cut. She'd been worried that the taste of blood might encourage it to seek more. That relaxation was short-lived, though. When its movements suddenly acquired a new purpose, she paled and tensed up again, jerking at the tentacles that held her with renewed strength. "Oh no youdon't!" she exclaimed, more indignant than frightened at the moment. Still ignoring the protestations of the shrill creature it held in its grasp, the beast, which was referred to in the native tongue of the inhabitants as a Three’for, prodded at her folds as it held her panties away with the bulk of its sensory tentacle. Now this was something he liked the taste of. The tooth was raised again, slashing through the layers of clothing at the top of her thighs, and the cloth was moved out of the way. In a perverse way, it was obvious what the primitive creature was going to do. Despite the heat, Rhea felt a shiver go down her spine. She'd fended off any number of unwelcome advances at spaceports to recognize what the creature was going for. And although it had been discovered that humans were able to mate with a number of other intelligent races, this thing wasn't even on the species-radar! Unfortunately, unlike the encounters she'd had in port, it looked like this thing was going to get what it wanted... Without pause, the tentacle which held most of the sensory nerves that the creature used slid once more down her nether lips, its firm flesh parting them with its downwards passage. The tentacle began to seep glistening fluid from its points of contact, in preparation for what it intended to do. The limbs that grasped the legs and arms of the woman idly pulled them up and down, as if the individual appendages were growing bored with their task, as if they sensed something exciting about to happen… The sensory probe invaded the woman’s body, little more than a finger’s size in girth but flexible and very curious. It may have seemed like it was investigating the chances of a trap – who knew what sort of prey this tentacle-dominated beast had encountered before! Rhea resisted the puppeteer-like motions of the creature, but there was no way for her to prevent that sensory tentacle from doing what it intended. It might have been slender, but she could see it disappearing into her body, could feel the tip as it went far deeper than a normal finger could reach. The thing had no self-limitations, like a human appendage would - any one of those tentacles was many times longer than even the most well-hung porn star. As terrified as her conscious thoughts were, her nerves simply responded to stimulation. Friction across certain areas prompted lubrication. A tickle across another caused a brief muscle twitch. Yet another area sent endorphins racing through her blood stream. The probing was filling the role of foreplay, at least in the physical sense. The tentacle inside her body reached her cervix, pressing briefly against it but deciding that it had explored the girl’s body quite enough – at least, enough to determine that there were no chemical traps lying in wait inside. If anything, the fluid that the newest prey was secreting was… arousing and tasty. The sensory tentacle slowly coiled in on itself, filling the girl up with more of itself as its skin absorbed more of her juices. With a lewd slurping sound, the coiled tentacle slid its way from her tight entrance which now glistened with mingled liquid. The beast almost seemed to leer with its iridescent eyeballs, which normally would have been beautiful had they not been in such a strange predator. As the dampened sensory tentacle pulled away, a larger and far thicker appendage was brought around from the side of the creature. It was remarkably phallic, with an impressive girth and a glistening layer of fluid seeping from it, visible even in the dimming light. It nosed against the woman’s bare pussy, the Three’for taunting its prey. Again, she squirmed as vigorously as she could to try to escape. She realized it was futile at this point, but she wasn't about to simply lie back and let this thing rape her. A frustrated cry escaped her as she felt the teasing pressure. "You expect me to beg for it?" she hissed. "Think you're the Creator's gift to women or something?" Again, she had no illusions about the creature understanding her, but it seemed to be the only way she could protest what was happening to her. With blank indifference the beast looked again at the hole which she squawked from. Another, similar tentacle slid into view and rubbed up her skin from her stomach – obviously it enjoyed the softness – to her mouth. Without pause, it pushed into her mouth, obviously in an effort to muffle the noise. The phallic head was large enough that it was hard to bite down upon, the flesh of the appendage tasted oddly sweet, if somewhat earthy. That may have been helped by the fluid the tentacle was oozing from its tiny pores, a liquid with the consistency of milk and a taste that was close to sweet chocolate. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was a gross tentacle from an alien creature, it might have been almost tasty. The limbs binding her legs lifted them up, both at once, bending them at the knee as the other tentacle pushed into her bare entrance. The firm flesh of the cock-like tentacle spread her folds around its strange surface, as it oozed the same fluid, proceeding very slowly at first. "MMM!" she complained as she was effectively gagged. Utter fury was in her eyes as she could do little but watch the thick tentacle push into her body. To her dismay, it wasn'ttentirelyunpleasant - if it had been more savage, she could have focussed better on the attack instead of the strange care it seemed to be taking. Probably, it was just toying with her, enjoying her attempts to escape as much as the exploration of her body. The thick limb thrust inch by inch into the female’s body as the tentacles holding her arms securely loosened ever-so-slightly – was it deliberate? The tentacle in her mouth continued to ooze its fluid, as it responded to her muffled moan by shifting slightly on her tongue, moving back and forth as it settled itself. With her body stretching around the seemingly endless tentacle in her pussy, the beast’s limb, when squeezed by her muscles, felt like it had small nubs on the muscles beneath the flesh, pressing out against her insides through its skin as the odd pair’s juices mingled. The appendage met her cervix and rested there, content to soak in her fluids for now. Rhea had tensed, preparing for the phallic tentacle to start thrusting when - it didn't happen. In fact, the loosening of her bindings made her wonder if the thing had fallen asleep. She waited for a moment, but soon started trying to ease her wrists out of the coils that had encircled them. Maybe if she didn't make any sudden moves... The beast, short of its stationary eyes, did appear to have lapsed into some sort of trancelike state. Its tentacles throbbed in her mouth and pussy, and it wasn’t until her wrist was almost clear of its grip that the alien awakened. With a clacking of its beak and a guttural growl, the monstrous thing tightened its grip, lifting her legs higher into the air so that her hips were raised off the ground, and started to thrust its thick tentacle with growing speed in and out of her moist entrance. As it did so, wet sounds of sex started to grow louder as the tentacles became more powerful in their motions – the limb in her mouth had started thrusting as a reaction as well, pushing to the back of her throat and then to the tip of her tongue. More indignant noises came from the beast's prisoner - loosely translatable as jabs at the Three'for's ancestry, and personal hygiene. A few of them were directed at her own responses, though. The tentacle inside her felt like one of the 'toys' she'd packed for long space trips, stimulating all the right places despite being attached to some slimy monstrosity. The way it was acting made her certain that it was getting some enjoyment out of the act as well. It certainly wasn't helping that her stomach was getting the opinion that the Three'for was trying to feed her as well. The chemical that was being oozed from the fleshy tentacle in her mouth wasn’t just there for a weird taste or to satiate her hunger. From her mouth, it was being absorbed into her bloodstream – it acted as a temporary flesh regeneration drug. It would improve the elasticity of her skin somewhat, and repair small cuts or tears in her flesh. The herbivores on the planet didn’t have good memories, and couldn’t return if they were permanently damaged. Sexual satisfaction on one occasion, and dinner on the next wasn’t a rare happening. Speeding up, the throbbing tentacle pounded the girl’s pussy, while the other – each of them had sexual receptors – pressed down to her throat and back to her teeth while it oozed the strange chemical. A third limb swung down towards her ass, another shadow against shadows in the growing dark, and her buttocks were pried apart. A side effect of this was their mingled juices sliding down towards her rear entrance and moistening it. This was something she hadn't experimented with, and the touch of wet tentacle against that far more private opening sent a jolt through her spine. Her hips jerked forward, and she could feel a distinct throb go through her pussy. This is not happening, she told herself. I can't be getting turned on by this! But it had little to do with her brain, and everything to do with the proper simulations. The tentacles binding her arms and legs shifted somewhat, pushing her arms together on the ground above her head. One of her legs was pushed higher and both were parted, as the many-climbed creature played with her joints and allowed better access to what it saw as little more than fuck-holes. The appendage, same on the surface as the others, and in dimensions, pushed against her tightest entrance slowly as it lubricated itself. It was also aided by the juices flowing down from her still-moistening muff. As if it was contemplating, the phallic tentacle penetrated the woman’s ass slowly, spreading her tight ring around it slowly but relentlessly. Rhea moaned in despair as she felt herself being stretched in ways she never imagined. Just as she thought it would never end, she felt a sudden 'pop' as the slightly wider part of the tentacle cleared her sphincter. Now she could feel both tentacles separated by only the thin layer of her inner walls, one fast and the other slow. The doubled sensation was far more intense than any sex she'd had before, and the fact that the thought had even crossed her mind was disturbing. Intrigued by the much tighter entrance it had found, the alien beast proceeded slower, forcing more of the firm appendage into her anus. Unlike a normal human member, they were all prehensile, and moved about among her restricting entrances. The thicker head rubbed first against the layer of muscle closer to her back in her anus, then moved up to press intentionally against the inner wall where it would be able to feel the head of its brother moving with blurring rapidity. It was different, however, in that it didn’t have small knobs on the muscle beneath the flesh, but instead the strong muscle had grown oddly – rings surrounded the tentacle’s muscle beneath its skin every half inch or so. There were miniature popping feelings for the girl now, as each ring progressed it moistened way into her tight asshole. Rhea's protests had faded now, replaced with soft 'offs' as each ring popped into her. Her inner muscles were automatically tightening after each one, creating unusual sensations in her pussy as well as her anus. It felt oddly like her body was trying to draw the tentacles in, no matter what logic or morals demanded. The thick, powerful appendages lubricated their own passage as they each sped up, the tentacle in her pussy jackhammering with alarming pace, and the tentacle buried in her anus withdrawing faster. Wet pops accompanied its passage out of her tight rear, repeating themselves when they thrust back into her squeezing depths. The tentacles gripping her squeezed her legs and arms again, before they did something rather odd, and flipped the captive over as she was getting pounded. Now they held her on her elbows and knees, two tentacles in her nether regions. As the limb in her ass sped up, its counterpart in her mouth did also, pushing against the back of her throat. All three could now invade her body deeper with this better angle from her position, and acted as if they knew it. The sudden pressure in her mouth distracted her from what the beast was doing behind her - as pleasurable as the sensations were. She coughed and choked, trying to cope with the way it was gradually entering her. Somewhere along the line, a thrust hit the right angle, or she had just taken a breath between coughs, because she could feel it starting to slide into her throat. The beast’s beak opened and closed a couple of times, the clacking a brief undercurrent to the wet sounds of fast, hard sex. The thick tentacle in her mouth and throat pushed downwards, slowly causing her neck to distend, before starting to thrust in time with the steadily increasing pace of the appendage buried deep within Rhea’s asshole. Each thrust forward pushed her body downwards and forwards into the ground, while each pull backwards dragged her on to a forward-thrusting tentacle. The soil beneath her still-suited knees and elbows was rough but not entirely uncomfortable, the air around the pair humid and heavy, almost suffocating in its thickness. While this was happening, the shadows continued to gather and the beast’s eyes were slowly becoming the only things reflective enough to be invisible in the growing night. She had gone silent out of necessity, getting only a limited amount of air around the tentacle. She was getting dizzy, but somehow it was making everything more intense. Furthermore, she shuddered with every rippling thrust up her ass, and she was sure that the one down her throat had reached her collarbone. Soon, every muscle in her body was trembling on the edge of release. The wet, sloppy invasions of the tentacles were practically the only sound in the thick air around them, now that her moans had been stifled along with her air supply. The human’s neck bulged with the length of the firm tentacle, which was outlined through her skin as it continued oozing the flesh-healing chemicals from its hide. Beneath her waist, the tentacles had reached an equal pace, one thrusting hard into her tight rectum, forcing her rosebud to tighten and loosen around the muscular rings inside the appendage itself. Into her ethers, the other tentacle battered against her cervix knobs inside its skin pressing out into her near-constantly squeezing folds. Mingling juices flowed copiously down her thighs to pool in the soil beneath them, churning up and dirtying her knees. A similar thing was happening to her chin and neck, fluids dripping from her chin or flowing down into her cleavage. Suddenly, the tension was shattered as her body convulsed, thrashing in the grip of the tentacles. Her inner walls spasmed around the invaders, almost pulling on each of them - even the one in her mouth was treated to an attempt to swallow it. She still hadn't realized what the fleshy sac beneath the creature was. The idea of such a reservoir was beyond her experience, since even the most unusual humanoids didn't store so much. Not to mention, once her body had succumbed to the Three'for's persistence, her initial thought of it as a vulnerability had been driven out of her mind. A low crooning sound came from the beak of the creature as his prey did something strange and unfamiliar to the cephalopod-issue beast. The muscles in the female’s three entrances were spasming and squeezing the sexual organs of the creature. Each of the three tentacles stretched the girl to her limit as the sac beneath its body twitched and began to shrink. From each of the phallic heads buried within the tight entrances of Rhea, a slit opened at the tip to allow the fluid in the sac an avenue for exit. The appendages swelled and twitched, thick white ribbons of the alien’s seed pumping into the climaxing woman’s body – her stomach, rectum, and flooding her pussy, trying to find a way out of her openings which were blocked by the pulsing flesh. The huge amount of fluid rushed along her passages, distending them to full capacity. She felt bloated, as if she'd just finished a Thanksgiving dinner, and her womb was swollen as if she was near-term. She was also oddly sated - as long as she didn't think aboutwhathad just sated her. It didn't take long for her to start trying to cough the tentacle out of her throat. It also didn’t take long for the beast to slide his tentacles from the female’s body, first withdrawing the appendage from her mouth, then the other two from beneath her hips. Furthermore, it didn’t release her arms or legs yet, though, and was starting to pull her back towards its beak when a sizzling crack rang out in the darkness and there was the shadow of a tree branch tumbling down beside them. The Three’for fled back into its burrow, and everything was silent apart from the sound of footfalls approaching over the soil – night had fallen almost totally by now. Rhea coughed weakly, feeling what seemed like gallons of seed running down her thighs. Her stomach hurt, as did her throat, so she struggled not to torture it anymore. Her suit was stained and torn, her hair tangled with bits of leaves and twigs - in short, she looked like hell. After a while, her breathing evened out enough that she could hear the approaching steps, and she looked up to see what new alien menace was approaching her. The approaching figures materialized out of the darkness, seemingly having no trouble navigating the path. They paused at the prone girl – looking vaguely humanoid – except a few heads shorter, with larger skulls, and hands that were somewhat large. Nothing else was able to be made out in the gloom. Rough fingers brushed the human’s forehead, feelings of calm and images of the tentacle beast, the crash site, and underground tunnels spreading from the point of their touch. She flinched at the touch, unnerved by their silence. The images confused her, too. The Three'for and the crash site were understandable, but the tunnels? She brushed it off as her imagination - maybe it was where the creature lived. It would make sense, considering its sudden appearance, and the way it was trying to drag her off." I - I come in peace?" she said, spreading her hands to show she had nothing in them. She hadn't paid much attention to the 'first contact' advice - she'd never imagined she would ever go planet-side during her explorations. Skip through a system, scan the third, fourth and fifth planets, and skip on out. It was usually enough. There were more images that churned in the mind of the human as the two tunnel-dwellers conversed in their non-verbal speech. Shadowy figures, silhouettes very similar to the ones currently on the path of the human, followed by glowing thick spiderweb-like interfaces that lined some walls and crisscrossed their translucent cables over ceilings. Their meaning would be lost on the unwilling survivor. As the female spread her hands in her peaceful gesture, each of the odd creatures placed one of their rough hands to hers, more implied feelings of calm and reassurance flowing through. After that brief pause, the creatures made a low sound deep in their throats, far too deep for any human to replicate. It warbled and resonated, as if vibrating through the soil, and even after the sound stopped the vibrations didn’t. Something was approaching beneath the surface. Rhea shook her head slowly, but she was getting a sense that her friendly gesture had been accepted. As a result, she didn't pull away when the nearly sub-audible sound shook her to the marrow. When it went onafterthe aliens had stopped adding to it, however, she couldn't help glancing back to where the Three'for had disappeared. Was it coming back? Had they called it after driving it away? There came a brief squeal from the burrow where the creature had disappeared – as it was devoured - before there was the sound of soil being disturbed and pushed aside in large amounts. Now with pitch darkness suffocating them, what had caused the disturbance was unable to be seen, but a long and blunt claw brushed her ankle – it was as thick as her calf. A snuffling sound came from above them, followed by the guttural rumbling from the humanoids, and then the sound of the ground being disturbed again and the large presence departing. The humanoid aliens grasped the female by her wrists, helping her stand, trying to get her to come with them into the invisible tunnel. "I - I need to get back to my ship," she protested, pulling back a little. Of course, she had gotten all turned around during her encounter with the Three'for, and the darkness gave her no frame of reference. They could have been leading her back there to begin with, or farther into the unknown. The pair of subterranean dwellers didn’t listen, or even understand her futile attempts to get back to her ship. If they had, they may not have even let her go. They walked her downwards into darkness that clustered even closer. The trio walked and walked through darkness, and it would only be after a little bit of time that her eyes would have gotten used to the very dim light, created by information-bearing cords, and glowing orbs that grew like fungus in clusters on the walls and ceiling among the pulsing cobwebs. She didn't want to offend the aliens. She was certain - although she didn't know how - that they were non-hostile, and putting up a big fight might be seen as an act of aggression. Furthermore, she could always wait until daylight to find her way back to the ship. It would certainly be easier. The small creatures led her down the winding tunnels, past dozens of other branches, constantly winding downwards towards the core. It was cooler down here, with less humidity, so a lot more comfortable. Finally, the pair walked her into a smaller tunnel, one that would scrape her head in some places if she weren’t careful. Pushing through a curtain of greenery which acted as a door, they walked her towards an ancient tree stump that had been reclaimed beneath the surface decades ago, and now acted as an over-large seat. They weren’t alone in the room, there were three larger aliens, each with several evenly shaped pieces of metal seemingly embedded in their shoulders. A symbol of superior status, probably. Maybe these were older, Rhea thought. If nothing else, she had probably been brought to them for a reason. She inclined herself in a partial bow and again greeted the creatures." I bear greetings from the United Commonwealth," she said. "And a wish for peace between our two peoples." The seemingly androgynous beings, whose species name would be Phlox-ken if it had been spoken with a human tongue, didn’t respond immediately, if at all to the human. Their overly large eyes blinked, no evidence of iris or pupil in them – just black. Faint images would have flashed in her head, too fast to be picked up by the girl, like they were snatches of conversation which she was overhearing. For all intents and purposes, they appeared to be talking among themselvesaboutthe girl, and not to her at all. In the dim light, it was easier to examine the smaller humanoids. They had proportionally large heads and hands, and bare feet. Their nails were black and nearly clawed, and their skin was either constantly covered in dirt or had a naturally uneven and muddy tone. Two nostrils were slits in the middle of their face that dilated frequently, their thin-lipped mouths hardly distinguishable, close to their narrow chins. At first, she was excited. The aliens looked a lot like the ones that had been called 'Grey's' back in Earth's pre-colonization days. Had they somehow visited the fledgling seafarers back then? As the aliens remained silent, she tried again. "I appreciate your assistance, and the offer of shelter," she ventured. It seemed like what was happening, anyway. Surely if she was a prisoner, she wouldn't be treated quite this politely. The Phlox continued their silent, mental conversation, gazing at each other with their large eyes and blinking – if it hadn't had been for brief images bursting into existence in their guest’s mind, they would have appeared to have been in a vegetative state. One of them broke apart from the group, going to one of the information-webs on a wall and placing its hand on it. There was then a unanimous, blurry and dim image. To them, it was the signature of the three-eyed primate that had been eating the fruit, then seemingly a comparative signature – her smell, shape, general size - of her as they saw her. To them, there wasn’t a lot of difference. It was actually hard for Rhea to see the difference, although the third eye was a clear giveaway once she squinted at it long enough. She pointed at the image that was closer to being 'her'. "Human," she enunciated clearly, falling back on the instinct that talking slower and slightly louder made one instantly understandable. The aliens appeared not to understand for a second, before two of them approached. They grasped her wrists firmly and pulled her towards the large tree stump. The Phlox, their bald heads as high as her neck, gestured at it emphatically, accompanied by what seemed to be the only vocalization they could make – that deep rumbling in their throats. "Hey - no need to pull!" she said indignantly. "You want me to sit down? Fine..." She turned and sat down, feeling the smooth wood against her skin where her suit had flapped away from her body. Seated, she was more on a level with them, and she met their eyes deliberately. She wasn't about to be intimidated by midgets. The Phlox were surprisingly strong for such small creatures, and they appeared not to notice her protests and indignant glaring into their eyes, blinking slowly as if not comprehending or just ignorant of her sentience at all. One of them stroked a web that led to the trunk upon which she sat, and wood-like shackles sprang from the trunk to bind her ankles and wrists. At the same time, a bowl with the texture of skin, but strength of steel was placed on her head, one of the information webs connecting it to the ceiling. Far from diplomatic behavior. "What - what are you doing?" Rhea demanded, tugging fiercely on the shackles, but they were as solid as if they had been grown around her limbs. The bowl made her dip her head, trying to get a look at it, but with her body otherwise restrained, it eventually fit securely in place.

Planetfall - Oniya and Epicurus|rating:3.0

Sweet Dreams and Beautiful Nightmares

The night air was cold, a sign of the upcoming winter and yet there was no snow yet. It was just as well, considered the individual travelling along the road, it wasn't as though snow would slow down her prey, merely herself. Looking ahead she saw a city standing proud and tall. A few strands of white hair fell in front of her gaze and she brushed them aside in annoyance. It was rather unusual, her hair, there were two streaks of white right in the front and yet the rest of it was dark, normal, plain, black. Most of the time she got chased out of villages, accused of being a dark witch-fair enough considering the fact that many people tended to die around her. No, their deaths weren't her fault, not exactly. It was the creature she pursued, it was hungry, and it hadn't eaten in quite some time. Continuing down the path she tugged the hood of her cloak up around her face to hide her hair and wrapped around herself a bit tighter against the cold. She approached the gates to the city and called out to be allowed inside. Making his way through the thick woods he cursed under his breath as it seems like every branch he passes seems to reach out and grab his cloths and face. Taking a minute to pull his cape free for the hundredth time he looks up at the tightly packed canopy and cursed again. The tree tops were too tight for him to see a clear view of the sky. He knew it was night through, he could feel it in the damp air. Getting too dark to really see anything he finds a good-sized branch and brakes it free from the tree. He pulls a roll of cloth from a pouch hanging from his belt and begins to wrap it around the narrow end of the branch. After a few minutes he's made himself a good torch and after soaking it with a bottle of oil that was also in his pouch and then lights it. Normally he wouldn't dare take this kind of risk and give his location away to his prey, but he knew that if his target was anywhere near him, he wouldn't still be standing let alone breathing. But he had to see, he wasn't sure if he was walking in circles. He straightened his clothes, though he wasn't really sure why headstall stuck in the woods. And at this rate would need a new cape by the time he finally made it out of the woods. To anyone who might have been close they would quickly notice the 6 foot 5 inches man, who had a well-built muscular body from years of exercise and weapons practice. All but the collar of his white shirt was hidden by black leather which was all under a long black hooded cape that hung down to his heels.IOC: some references to give you a better idea of what I'm talking aboutclothesand the cape The guards at the gate were being difficult and sticking to the rules. No one could come in or out after dark, it wasn't safe they said. Rolling her eyes, the girl turned away, she would have to wait until daybreak to get in. Honestly, what could they hope to fear from a mere woman of 5'7? Okay, so maybe they couldn't see her custom armor beneath her cloak, and the sword at her side was pretty thin and well hidden, maybe they had a point. That didn't make any less annoying. Walking away she headed to the edge of the forest, hoping for a little shelter among the tree-line. It wasn't the safest place, but she hardly expected to sleep that night anyway. Settling down she made herself a small fire for warmth and sat back against a tree with her sword at her side. She closed her eyes and let her ears stay sharp for any sounds of danger. Continuing to try to find his way he felt like he was only getting himself more and more lost. With a frustrated sigh he decides that all he can do now is try to make a fire, find something to eat and then either try again or try to find somewhere safe to rest for the night and try again at day break. But that hinged on whether day break could in fact cut through the thick and over grown tree tops. Finding a bored out hole in a tree he managed to rest his torch in the hole and then set to work gathering fallen branches. He cleared away debris he made a small fire pit and then set a fire using his torch. With that done he went off with his torch trying to find something to eat. A twig snapped, and her eyes flew open, her hand grasped the handle of her sword and she stood, whirling towards the sound in silence. Her eyes scanned the area closely, and she stepped forward with care, each step placed cautiously so as not to alert who or whatever it was that was out there. After a moment of silence she hesitated, breathing deeply, "... okay girl... you're just losing your mind now" she whispered to herself, "not enough sleep this week. It'll be fine once you get into the-AAAAHHH" her startled cry echoed through the forest as something appeared in the dark, far too close to her. She swung her sword in its direction, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared." Holey frog guts" she hissed, her eyes and ears now alert in panic. The beast was here, so close so soon? He stops dead in his tracks when he thinks he can hear the sound of a female screaming. Not knowing which direction the scream came from he strains his ears trying to listen and wait to see if he can hear it again. Just as he started to think it was all in his head and he started to move again the scream came again. Only this time it sounded more like a shriek and this time it was followed but the sound of a birds wings flapping. He sighs and laughs as he lets himself relax. At the urging of his grumbling belly he quickly returns to hunting for something to eat. He pulls a small dagger from inside his boot and readies himself to stab whatever animal he sees first. After what seemed like an hour he finally treks back to the small fire he made carrying a died rabbit by its ears. By the time he got back to the small fire pit the dried wood he had started the fire with was almost gone. He quickly built it back up and then set to work clearing the rabbit. A few minutes later he was watching the rabbit slowly start to cook over the open flame. He could only imagine how lost he was and how far he had traveled. Why he decided to get off his horse or leave the safety of the trail had now escaped him. He was sure that his horse had wondered off by now and headed back home. He also figured that if his horse did head back home that there might be a search party looking for him by now, maybe. Of course on the other hand he also imagined that he was probably only a foot in away direction away from the path and if there was a party out looking for him, he would never hear the end of this. He sighed and licked his lips as he poked at the rabbit checking to see how much longer until it's done. He would either have to continue to try to find his way or find a safe spot to climb up in a tree. Furthermore, he thought to himself as he looked around at the trees that surrounded him. Emerald eyes shot back and forth, trying to keep everything around her in her sights as she's walking backwards in circles. The beast dodged in and out of the darkness, trying to find an opening, but she kept her guard up steadily. In an attempt to get rid of the light, the shadowy creature kicked the embers of the fire, sending them spraying across the open area. It didn't take long to start catching fare outside the pit the girl had made. On the bright side (pun intended), the increased amount of light drove the beast away for now. On the other hand, a forest fire was quickly beginning to spread. Due to the dry air and nature of the fall, there was a lot of fuel on the ground. Cursing, she backed away as the fire hastily cut off her exit from the forest, and instead it forced her to go deeper within as the blaze advanced. Finishing his meal he picked up his sword, which was laying across his lap. After making up another torch he kicked dirt over the fire and after making sure it was really out he continued on his way. Not knowing what else to do he tried to follow the direction that the wind was coming from. He figured at some point it would lead him out of the woods even if it was days away from where he started from. Making her way through the forest she searched for way to escape the inevitable fire that spread behind her. Searching around, she spotted a light ahead and for a moment she feared it had already surrounded her-until she realized it was a single moving flame. Glancing back the way she had come, she couldn't yet see the forest fire but if someone else was out here then they needed to know immediately or risk getting caught in it. "Hey!" she called out, heading towards the light, trying to catch their attention. Hearing someone yell followed by the sound of footsteps running towards him, he quickly pulled his sword and aimed at who or whatever was running towards him." Who ever you are I suggest you find another mark. I promise you I am I well skilled swordsmen!"he calls out hoping who ever it was would take his warning and back down. The girl came to a stop before him and batted at his sword with her gloved hand, "Please. If I wanted to fight you would I fool enough to announce my presence before even approaching? I'm trying to tell you that the forest has caught fire, and you're heading straight towards it." In her haste, her hood had fallen off to reveal her strange hair, emerald eyes and soft features. She wore an armored corset and while her chain-mail tunic only came below her hips, she did have a short, light brown dress beneath that reached down to her knees. The rest of her legs were covered by a pair of tight, blackish pants that tucked into a pair of practical, dark brown boots. This was not the attire of your average maiden." So don't just stand there" She stated curtly as she continued passed him, "we've got to get far enough back so we might be able to loop around it and back to the city." Quickly taking note that the person was female he quickly puts his sword away." Forgive me Madam I failed to realize that your voice was female and not male." He looked at where she had come from and could see the sight glow of a fire. He picked his torch back up and followed after her. "Oh how flattering" she replied sarcastically, "Just keep moving. I'm afraid I don't know this forest terribly well but there has to be a way to make our way around the blaze." she paused, taking a moment to check the direction of the wind and altering her course accordingly to make sure they didn't get caught in the fire." I also suggest keeping your eyes on the dark" the women added, "there's something else currently residing in these woods, and it's far more dangerous than that forest fire." "I did not mean to offend you Madam. Please follow me this way. I made a path while trying to find my way through here."he said and started to lead her back the way he came." I know I came out here looking for the beast that's been terrorizing the local villages." She paused, looking back at him curiously, "You came alone?" she asked as she began to follow him, "you are either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. I'm also guessing that you have not yet actually seen the beast, considering the fact you are still alive." He looked back at her over his shoulder." Unless I'm missing something you seem to be alone as well Madam."he said and seeming the glow of the fire getting brighter he picked up his pace. It took them a few minutes to finally get back to the visible path that ran through the forest. He didn't stop just looked back every few minutes to make sure the strange girl was still following him and check on how close the fire was getting." Just this way!"he called out to her turning to wait for her to catch up with him as he reached the path and pointed down the path the way he had originally entered the forest. "I may be alone" She replied, glancing back to ensure the fire was not advancing too quickly, "but at least I know what I'm dealing with. I also happen to know that I'm more brave than a fool." she gave a grin, and she hurried to keep up with him. As they approached the path she paused and looked back again, her eyes scanning the dark as a chill ran up her spine. It felt as though a pair of eyes were watching them, and she rather hated the feeling. "... how much farther?" she called as she once again hastened to catch up. "I haven't seen the monster with my own eyes, but I know the monster I'm after."he says heading down the path that leads out of the forest." The beast has been killing every person and animal that crosses its way and has been burning down fields of crops."he says scanning the darkness that surrounds them." This path is miles long. Unless my steed was scared off it will help us both get out of here faster." "Which way has it been travelling?" she inquired as she followed him, "and where then, did you leave your stead?" If it was the same beast that they were after then he would say that it had come from the east and has been tearing it's way west and a touch south. "The first attack I heard about was off in the east. The trail it's been leaving has it traveling west to south-west." He sighs and shakes his head." I've stayed one step behind it up until now. I was hoping to change that here."he says looking back at her." If my horse is still here it should be just up ahead a little ways further."he says pointing down the path. Hearing what sounds like a branch braking in the distance he quickly puts the torch out hoping not draw any more attention than necessary and without the light from the torch it made seeing into the darkened forest. He grips the handle of his sword and looks into the darkness in the direction of the noise as he continues to lead the way down the path. She frowned, so it was that same beast he was after. Traveling along the path they made it to where he had left his horse, although there was a distinct feeling in the air that they were being watched." Okay, we need to get out of Harlow" the woman stated firmly, "I think it's watching us. Waiting to attack and this is the last place you want to be caught in the dark with it." "I know."he said climbing up onto his horse and then offered her a hand up. Taking his hand he quickly pulled her up behind him and then nudged the horse into a run. As the horse started to make some good distance from where they heard whatever was lurking in the darkness it sounded like something huge started to move after them. He nudged the horse faster and whatever was in the woods sounded like it was moving faster to." I'm not sure if we're going to get of this without confronting whatever that is."he says pushing the horse to go faster. She accepted his hand up on the horse and held on tight as they began to race down the path. Continually looking around as they progressed she tried to track the movements of the creature by sound. Left, right, left, close-too close! Her hand grabbed the handle of her sword as she stared into the woods. For a moment her eyes met the gaze of the beast as it ran alongside them, only a stone's throw away. Its eyes were so lifeless and cold, almost seeming to glow with darkness somehow. It was like a black hole in the shape of a four legged monster. Just as the woman was ready to draw her sword and attack it, the creature dashed forward and blocked their path. It reared up on his back legs, his front ones seeming to morph into clawed hands as it growled fiercely with a sound like broken glass to frighten the horse. The sudden appearance of the beast scared the horse and caused it to stop suddenly and rear up on its hind legs. The horse attempts to turn and run the other way but because of the momentum that was still pushing the horse and its riders forward it stumbles and falls on its side. The sudden slip tosses the riders back and away from the horse. With the horse now free of the extra weight it's able to jump up quickly and run off in the other direction. Not bothering to go after the horse he grabs the handle of his sword and pulls it out as he gets to his feet." The beast clearly has the upper hand here Missus.!"he calls back over his shoulder and stands his ground against the large beast. Yelping as she fell the girl quickly rolled away from the horse and into a kneeling position. Her hand as well goes straight for her sword as she eyes the monster before them. "Alright, time for a quick lesson sire. This is creature of shadow, it can move through darkness faster than your eyes can follow but if you listen closely you can hear where it will appear next" she began to circle around the beast to keep its attention divided. It swiped at her with its massive claws, but she managed to avoid them." Secondly, it's capable of morphing slightly. Watch out for a tail, sometimes it grows one with spikes; and thirdly... if it gets you, it'll do worse than eat you. So don't get caught." He nods and follows her lead. He sidesteps in the other direction also trying to pull the monsters' attention." I suppose you know how to stop this thing?"he calls out over the monsters heavy breathing and growling. Hearing what sounds like twelve different and heavy feet shuffling around in the darkness underneath the seemingly massive beast he quickly understood what she meant by'morphing'"I tossed the torch I had when we were still in the woods, or I would light it."he grumbles under his breath. She nodded hesitantly, "In theory, sure I can stop it. Unfortunately this isn't a good time or place, we just need to wound it enough to drive it away." The beast, apparently bored with all the chit-chat, lunged towards the girl while simultaneously forming a long spiked tail with an eye in the center which attacked the man. Dodging desperately and barely moving fast enough, the girl evaded the creature's attack and slashed out with her sword. Watching as the girl jumps out of the way he misses spotting the creatures tail and is swatted backwards as it slams into him. The force from the monsters tail is enough to toss him into a tree about five yards away. Dazed and very confused he slumps to the ground and just sits there trying to catch his breath and let his mind catch up with what just happened. Twirling her sword in her hand, the girl and the beast began to circle each other, sizing one another up before launching into their attacks. Their battle became much like a deadly dance, each time as the girl struck forward the beast would turn to smoke and then suddenly appear behind her, but before it could attack she rounded and met its horrible claws with her blade. It was as though they had known each other for years, dancing this battle constantly. Every attack was countered, every defense calculated, they were evenly matched. The only difference seemed to be that the beast did not tire while the girl was beginning to sweat as she fought to keep up her pace. Finally pulling himself together the man got to his feet and watched as the girl and beast exchanged blows. Noticing that both had forgotten him he took advantage of the situation and ran off making his way around to the other side of the monster. Before leaving the safety of the forest he cut a branch off a tree and fashioned another torch. He prepared to light it as he stepped back onto the road. The mass of darkness that made up the beast seemed endless, and he felt like he could be swallowed whole if he got to close. Taking a deep breath he pulled his flint stones from the pouch on his belt and started to strike them against each other when the beasts tail appeared and wriggled against the dirt road. Looking into the darkness he felt his heart stop for a moment as he wondered if the monster knew what he was about to do. Not seeing the monsters eyes he quickly light the torch and then shoved the burning tip into the monsters tail. The deafening sound of a demonized animal screams out and the tail quickly disappears. The man raises the torch in one hand and holds his sword up in the other hand and rushes into the darkness. Cutting his blade through the darkness as he goes he can't help noticing that his sword isn't hitting anything. The next thing he knows he's standing near the girl. He quickly turns to face the monster expecting to get hit by its large hand again but quickly notices that its gone. Looking around he holds his sword out waiting for it to attack from the trees but the darkness that followed the monster was gone." I think it's gone for now. We should go."he said and started to walk down the road. He slipped his sword back in its sheath and held his torch up. For the moment she had actually forgotten about the knight that was there, so engrossed in facing off against the beast that when his light came out of nowhere she startled and backed away. She didn't quite move fast enough though and in the creature's pain it lashed out and swiped her from the side. Falling to the ground she quickly pushed herself to her knees and raised her sword but by the creature had run off. With one arm wrapped around her stomach she looked up to see the knight standing there with his torch. "Good thinking," she complimented through her panting breaths as she pushed herself back to her feet and wrapped her cloak around herself tighter. She followed him again, and finally they were reaching the edge of the forest, when she started feeling very dizzy. She kept checking her side a bit worriedly for the creature's last attack had actually bludgeoned through her armor, and now she was bleeding. He cursed under his breath at the loose of his horse it could be anyway now. He would have to barter for a new one once he reached the next town. Noticing that the girl was starting to slow down he looked over at her." Let me help you."he said moving closer to her. His intention to let her lean on him until then got to the next town where she would get the medical care she needed. "I uh... I'll be fine" she replied, wavering a moment as another bout of dizziness swam through her vision. As he came close she found herself falling against him and promptly passing out against his chest. There was now a small trail of blood that had run along her side and down her leg. It was impossible to tell how bad it could be because her armor was in the way and at this point it was probably causing more harm than help with rubbing against the wound, not to mention the weight of it. He caught her as she fell against him and helped her to lay on the ground. Jabbing the torch he held in the ground he looked around to make sure they were really safe for them to stop like this. Not seeing any signs of the monster he turned his attention to the girl." I have to look..."he told her thought he didn't think she could hear him. Pulling her chest plate off he lifted her shirt revealing the wound." If I don't bandage it you'll bleed to death." He whispered to her. Pulling his drinking skin off his belt he carefully rinsed off the blood and then set to work bandaging her up. When he was done he gathered his things and sat her up. He laid her chest plate in her lap and then scooped her up. With his hands full he had no choice but to leave his torch. He kicked it over and then kicked dirt over it before finally continuing on down the road. It took awhile, but he finally made it through the forest and to the next village. Finding the village doctor, clearly indicated thanks to the sign above the door. The lights were out, and he was sure that they were fast asleep, but he knew she may need more help than what he gave her. He kicked at the door until every light in the place was on and someone finally came to the door. An angry man yanked the door open and started to curse but stopped when he saw the injured girl." You're the local doctor?" The man nodded and quickly moved out of the way." On the table. What happened?"the doctor asked coming up on the other side of the table." We were attacked while going through the forest."he said carefully laying the girl on the table." You're lucky you both weren't killed. Those woods are home to a monster." The doctor shock his head and pushed the man out of the way." I need to clean her up and see how bad it is."he nodded at the doctor and did his best to do everything the doctor needed. Finally thanks to the doctor the girls bleeding had stopped, and her side had been sewed up." She'll need to rest here moving her now might pull at her stitches. I'll get her a pillow and blanket. You'll have to go." He just stared at the doctor as he went off to get her a pillow and blanket. He watched as the doctor tucked in the girl." I said you had to go."he shook his head." I can't leave her like this." The doctor sighed." Fine then stay, but I don't have any extra beds."" It's ok. The floor's fine."" Suit your self." The doctor went around turning lights off and then went back to bed. He watched the girl rested on the table for a few minutes before he finally laid down on the floor and managed to get a little sleep. Sleeping soundly the girl didn't wake until there was light streaming in through the window. Her eyes opened slowly before startling awake as she did not recognize her surroundings. Sitting up far too quickly a yelp came from her lips as she grasped at her bandaged side and looked around. Calming after a moment, she held the blanket close to her chest. Her shirt hadn't exactly been kept intact from the battle and furthermore it would've been in the way for her to be bandaged so she was no longer wearing it. Because of this however there was full view of her back and a strange tattoo that covered it from the base of her neck down to her tailbone. It appeared to be an intricately designed family treeline, although most of it was obscured by her hair at this point there was a single name at the bottom that was visible: 'Zeta' Hearing a scream he jumps to his feet with his sword drawn before he really realizes what's going on. Blinking and rubbing his tired eyes he focuses on the girl who clings to the blanket on top of her." Are you ok?"he asks putting his sword away. Turning abruptly to look at him, she paused and then slowly nodded, "where are we? What happened? Where's the beast-where's my armor?" he began looking around, lifting herself carefully off the table and to her feet. One hand held the blanket in place while she searched for her things. "Don't the doctor said you could rip your stitches."he says and helps her sit down." We're safe for now. The monster disappeared I carried you to the next village. We're in the house of the villages doctor. He patched you up. I took your chest plate off last night after you collapsed. I had to you could have bled to death."he points towards the door where the rest of her armor sits." It's all hear. Just rest and let your body heal. You can continue your fight in a day or two. You're not going to be any help to anyone if you die."he says helping to pull the surrounding blanket more." It's still early try to sleep more. I can go get you a new shirt once the shops open and get you a room at the local inn."he says trying to encourage her to lay back down. "I... but..." she sighed, "alright, alright." she laid back down gingerly, "He... you know, all this and I don't even know your name." she smiled slightly as she curled up under the blanket. "I'm Zeta by the way." He smiled at her." It's nice to meet you Zeta I'm Dago. Just rest for now we can talk in the morning."he said moving away from her. He moved the rest of her armor and weapon to the legs of the table and then sat in one of the chairs that he and the doctor had moved away from the table before the doctor started working on Zeta and watched Zeta as she went back to sleep. Zeta smiled, "It's very nice to meet you Dago. Thank you for your help" she closed her eyes and hugged the blanket close to her as she fell back to sleep. He drifted in and out of sleep until he noticed light started to come in through the window. He yawned rubbed his heavy and tired eyes and sat up forcing himself to wake up. A soft rustling drew his attention to another part of the small house. Getting up he spotted the doctor rummaging around in what looked like the kitchen. Making his way over to the doctor he cleared his throat. The doctor jumped and turned to look back at Dago." Sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to say thank you for helping us last night. I'm going to go see if there's room at your inn, and then we'll be out of your way."he whispered to the doctor. The doctor sighed and then nods." Fine but if you insist on moving her you have to be careful. I haven't looked at her yet, but I can guess that her wound is swollen and moving her around too much will only cause her more harm." Dago nods and then leaves the house. After a while of walking the streets he finally found the village inn and was glad when he saw that it was open. A few minutes of talking with the innkeeper he paid for a room and then was shown up a narrow set of stairs just to the right on the front door. Once upstairs he followed the innkeeper down a hall that was lined with doors." You're in luck this is one of our better rooms. It gets the sun throughout the day."the innkeeper said opening the door and looking back to smile at Dago. Dago smiled back and gave the innkeeper a fair tip for showing him to the room. The innkeeper nodded and handed over the key before leaving. Dago looked around the room. It was simple and could do with some fresh paint to cover the tanned faded walls, the floors were simple wood and the only furniture in the room was the bed that stood against a wall that was across from a set of windows that looked like they would swing out if unlatched. He nodded and locked the door again, it would work well enough. Making his way back out onto the streets he wondered the streets going from shop to shop until he found a women's clothing store. He couldn't help being nervous as he went inside. The female shopkeeper eyed him and seemed annoyed by his presence." Please I just need a shirt for a friend of mine, and then I'll leave."she seemed to stick her nose in the air at him, her plush dress and hairstyle was enough to tell him that she was used to a wealthier dressed clientele. Tired of her behavior he looks around the story spots a nice shirt and goes over to get it." Hey!"the woman calls out and starts to move out from behind the sales counter. He quickly grabs the shirt and marches up to the counter. Pulling out several gold coins he slaps them on the counter and eyes the woman." Forgive me Miss, but you really need to pull your head out your ass. My money is just as good as anyone else."he says then turns and leaves. Making his way back to the doctors house he enters quietly trying not to wake Zeta. By this time though the entire house seemed to smell of the mouth watering scents of breakfast. Placing the shirt on the chair Dago was sitting in before he left he made his way back to the kitchen and watched as the doctor divided the eggs and bacon he cooked between three plates. Zeta rested fairly soundly, although a few small noises on occasion disturbed her sleep she soon dozed off again and again until her stomach began to growl with hunger. Finally, she opened her eyes, squinting through the light that now streamed in through the windows. Carefully, she sat up and inched herself off the table and onto her feet. Finding the shirt she could only assume it was there for her so she put it on. It was a little bit big for her, but it would do just fine. Zeta folded the blanket she had been given and placed it on the chair before turning to where Dago had left her armor. She knelt by the armor, inspecting it as a frown crossed her face. It needed to be repaired, she would have to find a blacksmith before she could go up against the beast again. If it hadn't been for her armor, she would have needed much more than a few stitches. The doctor gave a polite smile, but Dago could tell how put out he was with his two unwelcomed guests and handed Dago a plate of eggs and bacon. Dago bowed his head politely taking the plate." Thank you." Hearing movement behind him, he quickly turned on his heels and spotted Zeta as she tucked her shirt in." It looks like the kind doctor will be providing us with breakfast. Can you eat?"he asked offering the plate of food to Zeta. The doctor came out from behind Dago with the other two plates and placed them on the table and then placed the chairs back in their spots next to the table. Eying them both for a minute the doctor sat and began eating. Running her fingers through her hair a moment, Zeta nodded and accepted the plate gratefully. "Thank you" she spoke quietly as she moved to join the table and turned her eyes to the doctor with some curiosity. "You may well have saved my life doctor. I owe you a debt." The belt that she wore had a leather pouch attached to it, and she took a minute to reach inside before pulling out something wrapped in a large leaf. "I don't carry much gold with me, but this is just as valuable" she offered, "and I believe someone like you may actually appreciate it's worth." She slid the item across the table before turning back to her food, "it is the root of an Amiga plant from the far north. The people there used it to cure the strongest of diseases and infection. I have yet to see it grow in these parts, however." The doctor looked at her and then at the leaf. Pulling the small package closer he unwrapped the root and looked back at her." That wasn't necessary but thank you."he said picking up the root and disappears into the next room. He returns a few minutes later with a small pot that looks like it was just tended and places it in the window." I'll put it to use. Thank you."he says sitting back down. Dago looks at Zeta and then back at the doctor as he hunched over his breakfast and continues to eat. When they were done eating Dago helped the doctor clean up the table and then returned to Zeta. He picked up her armor and sword and managed to hold it all on one arm and offered his free hand to Zeta." I'll help you to the inn now if you'd like." "Good deeds should never go unrewarded" Zeta replied firmly to the doctor before turning back to finish her meal. As dago offered his hand, the girl looked up at him a bit curiously, "The inn? How long do you intend to be staying here?" she asked as she accepted his hand and got to her feet, although after that she was determined to walk on her own. With another "thank you" to the doctor, Zeta stepped outside his house and looked around the village. Her eyes scanned for anything of use, particularly the boundary and their defenses-which quite frankly seemed to be nothing of note. Following her out onto the street he pointed down the road and then started to head towards the inn." You'll be staying long enough to heal and get your armor mended."he told her keeping a somewhat slow pace so she can keep up. Zeta gave him a bit of a look as she followed, "Will be, huh?" she repeated his words in question, "Are you saying I do not have a choice in the matter?" He stopped and looked at her." You need time to heal and if there is any kind of blacksmith in this town they'll need time to fix your armor. It may take more than a day for all of that to happen, so yes in a way I don't think you have much to say about that."he said shifting the armor and sword in his arms and then continued on his way. Thinking about it a moment she stuck her tongue out at him briefly, "Very well. That armor is very important to me, you'd better not let it get ruined" she commented as they entered the inn. Reaching the room he had bought she took a peek out the window. Clearly this girl was a bit overly cautious of the surroundings. He laughed at her as she stuck her tongue out at him and walked with her up to her room at the inn." I'm not sure what you're used to, but I thought this view might be ideal for seeing who's coming and going until you're able to leave this town."he said putting her armor on the floor at the foot of the bed." From what I saw you still have a lot of blood on you. I could get the innkeeper to bring up a tub and some hot water if you'd like to clean up. I'll go scoot for a blacksmith while you're busy doing that."he said looking out the window. "Yes, it's a good view" she nodded in agreement, "A bath would be lovely. Thank you" she turned to smile at him, "for all your help. I owe you a debt." He smiled and bowed his head before leaving the room. He requested a tub and hot water from the innkeeper and laid a coin on the counter. The innkeeper nodded at the request and Dago left the inn and started to walk the streets in search of a blacksmith. A good ten minutes later the innkeeper went up the stairs with a bucket of water, followed by two boys that looked like they were in their teens they carried a wooden tub that looked well-used. A couple of minutes later the innkeeper knocked on Zeta's door and placed the bucket of steaming water to the side of the door."Your tub miss!"they called out stepping of the way of the two boys. Zeta leaned against the window frame, watching the people bustle about below. It was almost mesmerizing, watching them, like ants that just follow the paths of their lives forever. The knock on the door immediately snapped her out of her daze as she reached for her sword out of instinct. Upon hearing what it was about she relaxed and tucked her sword and armor out of view before opening the door for them. "Thank you" she spoke softly as she stepped aside for them, "Please bring it in." "Set the tub up, add this water and bring the bucket back down with you."the man instructed and then made his way back downstairs. The boys nodded at him and did as they were told. Placing the tub towards the corned, diagonal from the bed. One of them empties the steaming water into the tub and then the two of the go back downstairs. About ten minutes later and about two trips a piece later the three of them had the tub filled with steaming hot water. The innkeeper stood in the hall, his two helpers disappeared down the hall." Anything else you need to miss? Zeta stood at the back of the room with her back facing the window as she watched them set everything up. A warm bath, she couldn't stop staring at the tub. It had been so long since she'd taken a warm bath and to watch the steam rise from the water made her knees feel weak. Offering the man a smile as he addressed her, Zeta shook her head in reply, "no, thank you. This is wonderful." As soon as the man left and the door closed behind him, Zeta turned sharply on her heel, drew the curtains closed, threw her clothing off and tip-toed into the tub, settling down with a deep, relaxed sigh. Closing her eyes, she lost track of time, letting the water wash away her aches and pains and lull her into a comfortable daze. Ooc: sorry it took so long life stuff happened: It took awhile for Dago to finally find the blacksmith, the shop was tucked away towards the far edges of town. The shop appeared blackened from years of smoke buildup. It made Dago wonder if the blacksmith was an expert at his craft or just careless and kept a dirty shop. Either way he was more than ready to put the armor down it had easily gained nearly 50 pound during the trip. Finding an empty counter inside he put the armor down and was greeted by the blacksmith. About 10 minutes later he haggled a reasonable prize and left the shop leaving the blacksmith to his work. With that done Dago decided to wonder around and take in more of the town he also hoped to overhear some of the townspeople talking about the beast he saw last night. ((that's okay! I'm just glad you're still around. I hope everything's alright with you))The water began to cool and finally Zeta opened her eyes to find that a significant part of the day had passed. At last, she clambered out of the bath and dried off, becoming clothed again. Fixing up her bandages she found it hard to stay still. The bath had lasted her long enough, but she was beginning to get antsy with being in that one room too long. Fastening her sword around her waist she strolled out of the inn and went searching for an open area. Coming across a large patch of field just outside the village she knelt down in the tall grass and unsheathed her sword, laying it across her lap. Breathing deeply as the wind blew across her face she grasped the hilt of the sword and drew to her feet, swinging it wide and then cutting it across short. Zeta began to go through the motions of her sword practice, up until the point when she extended her arm too far and the pain from her wound shot up her side. With a sharp yelp she dropped her sword and fell to one knee cursing the surrounding air. Finally making his way back to the inn and up to Zetas room and finding out that she's gone he makes his way back to the street and goes off to find her. Thinking at first that she may have gone off to look for the blacksmith he heads off that way. When he doesn't see her he heads back to the inn. When he finally got back to the inn again he thought he heard a faint scream in the distance and quickly head off towards it. Reaching the area he thought he heard the scream coming from he quickly spots Zeta and goes over to her."Are you ok?"as asks kneeling beside her." Let me help you back to the doctor."he says offering her a hand up.IOC: yea things just get busy "I'm fine" Zeta replied, waving him off and taking up her sword again, using it more like a crutch to get back to her feet. "I can handle it... damned body just takes forever to heal. If I can't swing a sword, I'm useless" she hissed angrily, getting rather frustrated, more at herself than him. Sighing deeply she did end up leaning against him for support, "I apologize. I'm being a terrible burden for you right now. I really appreciate your help, but you likely have many other things that you need to be doing with your life that do not involve a wayward girl." "You're too hard on your self it's barely been a full day since you were injured last night."he says letting her lean on him." I'm here at least until night fall when I would guess the beast from last night might make another appearance. Please let me help you back to the inn. You need to let your self-heal fully. It must be getting close to diner by now."he smiles kindly at her. Sighing heavily the girl finally nodded in agreement, "very well, I suppose you have a point. Still, I dislike feeling so incredibly helpless. It's just a scratch." she cringed and wrapped her arm around her waist, "a rather painful scratch... stupid Shadow Beast"Zeta allowed him to help her back to the inn where she could sit down again and check on her bandages. They were holding well thankfully so they didn't need to be changed again. Her stomach was growling a bit loudly to be fed, however. "I think its more than just a scratch that doctor had to sew your side up."after helping her back to the inn and to one of the tables." We should try and hear if any of these towns people have had a run in with the beast."he whispered to her and looked around at a couple of others who were sitting at other tables. "A deep scratch then" Zeta argued with a touch of humor in her tone, "and if anyone had a run in with the beast, I'm fairly sure they would either be dead or have a mark to show for it." she cast her eyes across the room, a somewhat curious expression crossing her features, "actually... there's usually more panic in the air if the beast has been nearby... I get the feeling that it isn't here, nor has it been. I think it's already moved on passed here, which means I need to get moving as well" He looks at her and crosses his arms and he leans back against the wall." You're right, but there may be some rumors or gossip about it in town. But I don't think I've heard of this monster passing a town without bothering it. Have you?"he nods at her." It might be worthwhile to find some horses it'll help make up for lost time. If you'll allow me to give you some friendly advice I think you should see the doctor before you go... Maybe he can make sure you're healing ok and give you some fresh bandages and offer some herbs to speed up the healing."he says looking out the window. After a moment of pause she nodded, "Very well" she sighed, "I will visit the doctor before we leave, but I'll be damned if I let this thing get too far from me. Especially now that I've gotten so close to it again." He nods." I know it's going to hard but let's try to get a good nights sleep first. Then if you'll let me I'll help you to the good doctor. I'll go check on your armor and look for fresh horses in the morning." The innkeeper comes over to see what they want." I'll have whatever is on the fire please."the woman nods and looks over at Zeta waiting for her order. "I'll have the same" zeta replied to the waitress, "and some water if you will, please"Turning back to her new friend she offered the man a smile, "Such a voice of reason you are. I haven't had one of those in a while." He laughs." It's easy to want to rush into things."he says looking around at the other people sitting at other tables." How are you at flirting?"he asks spotting two men sitting at a table near the wall. From their rough look and clothes they looked like hunters. They didn't seem to have much with them, so Dago guessed they lived here." I think if our monster has been here even in passing they would know. They might be able to point us in the right direction. Zeta stifled a laugh, "Flirting, now there's something I haven't been taught." she looked over to where the hunters sat and made a face, "they aren't even attractive. Can we not just simply ask them? What's the point of flirting anyway?" "You're a girl. I don't think it's a taught skill. It's more likely that you'll get more out of them by applying some of your womanly charm then if we threaten them. And I'm not asking you to bed any of them just get them to talk and see what they say." he says as the woman behind the counter comes back with their food. Laughing, she took a drink and then got to her feet, although paused to look her companion in the eye, "alright, I will attempt this 'flirting' device you speak of, but don't say I didn't warn you" she grinned a little and walked over to the men alone. Hardly five minutes later there was yelling and table flipping involved as Zeta punched of the guys right in the eye before the other two grabbed her arms and yanked her away from him. "YOU LILY-LIVERED SCUM BAG! COME ON! You're afraid of losing to a girl?! Huh?!" He grins watching her talk over to the men. He sits there watching the seen unfold as he eats his food while it's still warm. Furthermore, he chuckles to himself as it looks like the conversation appears to get heated. When Zeta punches one of them Dago spit out the mouth full of food he had and coughs as he laughs. Digging out some money he places it on the table but continues to eat as he waits to see what will happen next. Zeta winced as one of them pulled her arm back the wrong way, she was after all still injured, although that didn't seem to stop her from fighting back. Twisting her wrist she managed to slip out of the hold and drop to the floor. Sweeping her leg around she quickly tripped the two that had been trying to hold onto her, and then she spun back to her feet and grabbed the steak knife from the table to point it at the last man standing. "What was it you wanted from me then?" she demanded with a fire in her eyes."u-uh, nothing! Sheesh, you bitch! Get out of my face!" the man stammered in response. Zeta smirked and threw the knife with a flick of her wrist, the blade implanting itself in a support beam next to the man's head. "Yeah, I thought so." she spun in her heel and walked back passed Dago, grabbing her coat off her chair and heading out the door. Jumping to his feet when he saw Zeta get grabbed. He started to go over to help when she knocked them down and then leave. Dago watched her leave and started to follow her but decided that these men needed to be taught some manors. Going over to them, he throws a couple of punches which spreads and causes everyone in the bar to get into a fight." No one's ever taught you how to treat a lady!"he says grabbing one of the men and shoves him backwards into the stone wall. Walking outside and rounding the corner of the block, Zeta finally slowed to a walk and took a moment to check her side. The stitches ached but thankfully managed to stay intact. With a sigh she stopped and leaned back against the wall of a building. Looking up at the sky she smiled and then burst out laughing. "I suck at flirting!" With a fight consuming all the inhabitants of the small building Dago pulled himself out of the fight he was in and then slipped out the door before any of the local law enforcement came to brake up the fight. Out on the streets Dago followed the footprints the thought might be Zetas. When Dago came around Zeta was still laughing. She turned to look at him as he rounded the corner, "hey" she greeted, "so, that was fun, but they haven't seen the beast. Think we should move on?" IOC: sorry didn't seem like it's been that long ill try to do better: he shakes his head at her trying to hide a smile." We need to teach you how to be a lady. There are benefits to taking a softer touch when trying to get information out of men who probably haven't seen a fine woman like your self in a while."he nods at her." It doesn't make sense to stick around if the beast has moved on. Should we try to get one more good nights sleep and have the doc check you out once more before moving on? When I checked on the blacksmith earlier it looked like he needed more time to fix your armor."he said going over to her and offered her help if she needed it. "Well I'm not leaving without my armor" she replied thoughtfully before nodding in agreement, "Very well. We'll stay one more night. But I really don't see the need in learning how to dress up like a pathetic damsel in distress. I've never needed to do so before" she accepted his arm to lighten the strain on herself as they headed back to the inn. "Besides, I still got the information my way, now didn't I?" she grinned. He grins at her." I didn't say dress I said act. You are a lady under all that roughness...at least I think that's what you are."he laughs and helps her back to the inn. After getting her back up to her room he lights a couple of the candles that lite the room and then goes over to the window. After looking around outside a little bit he pulls the window closed and then closes the heavy drapes." You need anything else while the innkeeper is still up?"he asks turning to face her. "I'm female, that much is certain. A lady? I couldn't really say" Zeta quipped in return. As they returned to the inn she immediately let herself fall into bed with a heavy sigh, "That is all, thank you." she said in a mock-high born tone, "You may leave me to my madness" He grins and chuckles lightheartedly as he leaves her room pulling her door shut behind him. Heading back downstairs he decides to go check on the blacksmith before finding a bed for himself. Looking around the small main room of the inn Dago sees the innkeeper bent over a small cast iron pot in the hearth. Not seeing anything else that seemed important he headed out onto the street and then headed to the blacksmiths shop. ((Time skip?)) Ooc: unless you can think of something that you want to happen then agreed ((Hmm, alright. Where to? Back to the main city where the castle is? How important is Dago again? I can't seem to remember)) IOC: Dago is the character imp laying. How important is he? ((XD I'm asking you. Where does he sit with the rest of the guards of the castle and whatnot? What's his rank?)) Ooc: oh, sorry. he's third guard to the prince. That sound good? ((Coolio, so if he's gone too long, I'm guessing they'd be missing him XD)) IOC: yea I suppose so you want to have a search party go after him?wouldn't that mess up the story? ((No, it's okay. I was just thinking that he should be in a hurry to get back before people do worry. I want to bring this into the castle)) IOC: yea but he's suppose to be tracking the beast thought that was what zeta was doing toil you want to move to the castle that's fine with me ((Yes, but I have ideas with the castle :P I just need to get them there... would you like to do the transition?)) IOC: oh others...yea I can do it give me a bit please ((Take your time ^_^ Thanks!)) Ooc: sorry I thought I posted....IC: After finally getting Zetas armor back and Zeta had the local doctor check her out one more time. Dago meet her outside the doctors house with two fresh horses he managed to trade the blacksmith for. Then they set out on the road. It took them a couple of days travel back finally they reached a castle. As they reached the front gates the outer castle walls and the castle towers that reach up over the walls almost looks like the castle drawn in a children story book. Dago asked Zeta to stay back a couple of paces while he went to talk to the heavily armed guards that stood on the other side of the thick iron gate that stopped unwanted travelers from entering. One of the two guards was quick to speak up, "Halt, who goes the-""Dago!" the other interrupted as he recognized Dago, "We were starting to get worried about you" He nodded at the guard and rode up to the gate. After explaining what happened the guard looked past Dago at Zeta and Dago motioned for her to come closer." This is Zeta. She's been looking for the beast to."he says as Zeta walks up beside him. The guard nods and motions for another guard to rise the thick grated gate that separated them. It took a couple of minutes for the gate to be raised enough to allow the two and their horses to walk under the gate. After they got past the gate and the very thick stone wall Dago climbed back up on his horse. The space inside the stone walls was a small but thriving community with well-kept up stone stores and buildings. All the buildings seemed like they were built into the wall and made a path to another wall that was about a mile into the space." That's where we need to go."he said looking down at Zeta as she looked around. On the other side of the second wall was the castle.IOC: happy Halloween ((Indeed! Happy Halloween! WEEE))Zeta gazed around at the place with curiosity. She had seen many different cities and towns, they all resonated as the same to her really. Yet this one seemed better somehow, there was something about it that she just couldn't put her finger on. After a moment she nodded to Dago, "right, lead the way then." she smiled at him. Ooc: sorry it's been a little crazy here. Did you get hit by hurricane sandy?IC: He smiled at her and nudged his horse forward. It slowly starts to trout forward leading him further into the city. The people went about their daily business smiling or giving a friendly nod at the two before going back to what they were doing. Guards can be seen walking along a walkway around the top of the wall watching for anything or anyone that might try to attack. ((Just a little rain and wind, nothing much, we only caught the edge of it))The entered the Palace ground and Zeta couldn't help but stare again but this time it was at the banners all around that bore the Royal crest, marking the Palace as the home of the King. Her jaw dropped slightly, and she found herself trotting over to one of the flags and reaching up to touch the bottom of one, just to be sure that it was real, "It can not be..." she whispered to herself, "I know this crest..." OCC: that's colic: Watching Zeta he quickly went over to her and pulled her hand back." I'm sure you don't mean any harm, but you should know that we are being watched."he whispered to her as he looked over at his shoulder at the guards that were now watching them. She startled a little, snapping back to the moment and looking at her hand in his for a second before quickly taking it back to hold the reins of her horse, "My apologies, there are more important things to do than for me to admire fabrics." she forced a bit of a smile and turned back, "So, I assume the King of this realm needs to be warned of the creature's presence?"

Sweet Dreams and Beautiful Nightmares|rating:4.0

_One Day at a Time_ (closed for RitaPita)

"One Day at a Time" Closed for Rita Pita​Henry Thomas55 years old6'2", 200 lbs, fit and healthy (sort of)Graying hair and beard, brown eyes Henry ended his two-mile jog up and down Costa Brave where his dinghy was tied to a pole sunk into the sands. He felt great, despite what his doctor had said about his health. Still, his heart was noticeably pounding, and his breathing was deep and quick. Once he'd regained himself, he looked down the beach. Barcelona wasn't far off to the southwest. He couldn't see it from here, though. Beach obstructions; homes, a pier, a jetty. He looked out into the world's largest sea. His leased 36 foot long sailboat bobbed gently at its anchorage. Henry had taken delivery on it a week ago in Lisbon. Before that, he'd taken a week-long sailing refresher course in Boston. In between, he'd spent an additional day with a Certified Sailing Instructor. The leasing company needed verification of their customer's abilities at the tiller. Henry's vacation was scheduled to last six months. He was already thinking he'd cut it short. He was determined to give the getaway a couple of more weeks. A couple of more days at least. He was ready to head home already. Henry hadn't taken a vacation since 2000. His work for others and, later, his work for himself simply hadn't allowed the time off. Less than a month away, Henry felt the need to return to Boston. He was neglecting his company. His family felt otherwise. It was his mother who'd demanded he take time off. His company was in preparations for the next big project. Despite being the lead once work began, Henry wasn't needed there now. Henry had had actress episode couple of months back during a stressful time. A few days later and then a few days after than, he suffered two more. Nota heart attack. Nota panic attack. Stress episodes his doctor had called them. At his mother's urging, a travel agent friend had put together a Med Cruise package for him: jet to London for some shows and shopping with his Ex-Pat sister and her husband; a second flight to Lisbon; boat leasing, maintenance, fueling, and cleanings at a series of ports; and hotels, rental cars, scooters, and more in those same ports. It was called freedom Package. Henry's itinerary was without specific dates of arrival or departure. He could show up when he wanted and leave when he wanted. The lodging, services, and everything else would be made available to him when he got there. He also had the right to end his vacation early or extend it further, too. There were additional costs related to that, of course. But Henry Thomas's net worth was just shy of $14 million. A couple of extra thousand dollars of penalties or adjustments wasn't going to be an issue. He looked back the way he'd jogged. The surf lapping at the sands had already erased his tracks. It was as though he'd never even been there. That bothered Henry, of course. He was a single man with no children. He had a fortune, a profitable and productive company, and hundreds of dedicated employees. Despite this, when he died one day in the future, he knew he would eventually be forgotten by this fast moving, busy, easily distracted world. As if he'd never even been here. He untied the dinghy and pushed it out into the surf. It was time to return to the boat and the open sea. His next port of call was Marseille, 184 nautical miles. Even with favorable winds and a direct, Point A to Point B course, it would take him more than a day and a half. Henry stopped short, though, at an unexpected thoughnotunwelcomed sight. The most incredibly sexy woman in an unbelievable bikini was nearing him through the knee-high water. She was petite, well tanned, and young; he would learn soon enough that she was just short of 19 years of age. And she was smiling to Henry as if she knew a secret he didn't. Try as he might, he couldn't lift his gaze from her delicious body. Later, he would try to recalleverhaving been with a woman who lookedthisincredible. He would fail. His ogling of her figure was undeniable when she stopped in the surf just five feet from him. Henry forced his eyes up to her own. He wanted to say something to her. Anything. A greeting? An introduction? Her face was as perfect as her body was, though. He found himself simply tongue-tied. Rita Malaya Pita Days short of her 19th birthday5'5", 32A-22-34, 110 lbs Straight brunette hair, lightened by the sun Sparkling green eyes." Bon mate," Rita said with a flirty smile after the man at the boat had simply stared at her for quite some time. He had what in America would have been called deer caught in the headlights expression on his face. Rita had never heard that phrase before, but she still recognized the merging of horniness with shock and awe. She translated the words she'd spoken in Catalan, "Good morning." She hesitated to see if he would return the greeting, then continued in heavily accented but still clear English, "My name Rita Malaya Pita. Rita. You can call me Rita if like." Again she hesitated to see if the man would give his name, glanced over her shoulder at the beachside lounge, looked back to him, and continued, "I saw you last night. I am a Cabrera. Uh, waitress, no? You were drinking with another man. Another American. I saw you. You saw me." Again, Rita paused, smiled wider, and added, "I wear blue bikini top and red, uh, what you call them, pantalons courts spandex. Spandex shorts, red." The only things that might have prevented the man from remembering her was that Rita had been serving tables and not the bar where he'd been sitting; and at work, Rita wore a stylish and dramatic blonde wig in an attempt to actuallypreventmale lounge patrons from recognizing her in the world beyond the bar. It didn't take long, though, for the man's expression to reveal that he suddenly remembered Rita. Despite the wig, she would have been very surprised if he hadn't remembered her. Her work uniform, as her boss liked to call it, did little to hide the curves of her young body. The top boosted her small bosom even more dramatically than her current bikini top did, and the bottoms hugged her ass and crotch so tightly that if they had been tanned skin color you would have sworn she was naked. A larger wave than those that had been sweeping past her splashed against Rita's waist, sending water up into the air around and upon her. She gave out a little squeal at the chill, then laughed as she brushed her hands over her body, stripping away the droplets from her suit and skin both." Jose, the camber, uh, bar man," Rita continued, "he tells me after you leave, before I leave, what you say, about girls. Girls who too young for man as you? Old man? Older, not old?" Again, the man's face betrayed him. Rita's lips spread wide with a knowing expression. "Is true, what say? You not be with young girl in long while? Not know what do with one, but want know?" Another pause for a response if there was one, then Rita's expression got more serious. After a moment of considering her words carefully, she asked, "Would pay know?" One more time she waited for the man's reaction, but before he could speak she quickly said, "No soy prostitute. Um, I Anita prostitute." Rita recognized the contradiction between asking the man if he would pay to once again be with a young woman, girl, as she'd put it, and then telling him she wasn't a prostitute. Rita suddenly realized that she was shivering deep to her core, and she doubted it was because of the temperature of the water in which they were standing. She rattled off a quick monologue in Catalan, which she'd learned from living in a household of extended family members who'd stuck to the ancient language, even as most of the people around them had adopted the similar but in many ways very different Spanish as their first tongue. When she realized that she'd been speaking words he couldn't possibly understand, Rita dropped her gaze to the passing water and felt her face explode in a fiery blush." I think you nice man," she said with a sincere tone when she finally looked up again. "Seem nice. Looks nice. Handsome. Jose says you're nice. Tip big. Jose says you're alone, too. You be alone, yes? Not travel with woman?" She didn't know if he would answer or not. She hoped his answer if he gave it would Ben, I'm not with a woman. Rita continued, "You are nice man. I like nice man. I am a nice girl. You like nice girl, yes? Maybe we like each other. Spend time. Maybe..." She hesitated one last time before finally finishing with the hope that he wasn't going to outright reject her so very forward and very inappropriate suggestion, "Maybe we spend time you me, together, and you give me money." The Catalangoddessbroke the awkward silence with,"On mate ... Good morning." Henry was still a bit stunned but managed, "Good morning." She said he could call her Rita. Finally getting his mouth to smile rather than simply hang open, he told her, "Henry. Henry Thomas. You can call me ... well ... Henry. Sorry." She spoke about working at the lounge he'd spent a couple of hours at the previous night. Rita said,"You saw me." Henry couldn't recall her for the life of him. He found forgetting such a beauty to be impossible. Maybe she was thinking of the wrong man? Then she spoke of the clothes she has been wearing. Henry had a sudden recollection, "Sure! But, you were blonde. A wig?" He was right, of course. And now he could see the resemblance. She verified the wig without explanation. He smiled and ventured, "You look better without it. More natural." Henry wanted to say she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He resisted. He was still trying to figure out why she was here. What purpose could such a young thing want with him. Then she explained." Jose, the camber, uh, bar man, he tells me after you leave, before I leave, what you say, about girls. Girls who too young for man as you? Old man? Older, not old?" Henry beat Rita to the first blush. She was speaking of a conversation he thought had been private. He'd met an American tourist from Chicago, Peter, at the bar last night. Peter's wife was back in the room, dealing with jet lag. They'd had a nice conversation about their lives in the US and their ongoing vacations abroad. After seeing her and her body that just wouldn't quit, the two men had had quite a conversation about Rita. It had begun as hushed whispers. But as the drinks continued to arrive, their volume had increased. Jose had heard, obviously. They'd agreed that Rita was the most incredible thing they'd seen in Spain as of that time. Peter had already been three drinks ahead of Henry. His thoughts on Rita and young women in general had been rather free flowing. He'd confessed to an ongoing relationship back home with a high-end escort half his age. Peter had asked Henry if he'd ever been with a woman so young. Henry had said no. Then he asked if Henry had ever paid for sex. Again, the answer was no." Hell, I wouldn't even know what to do with a girl like that," Henry had joked. "I mean, c'mon, they know things at that age and know how to do them, things we'd never even heard of until the internet and porn." The two men laughed, joking about the new sex. Then Henry caught sight of Rita again. He mused with a sincere and wistful longing for pleasures he'd so seldom enjoyed, "I'd pay real money to spent quality time with a woman like that. Realmoney." And now Rita was asking,"Is true, what say? You not be with young girl in long while? Not know what do with one, but want know?"" Well, I mean, what Isaiah," Henry tried to explain. The words weren't there, though." Would pay know?" Henry didn't immediately understand Rita's question. Then, suddenly, he realized what she was asking: would he pay money to have sex with her." No soy prostitute,"Rita said before Henry could even contemplate an answer. He didn't understand her first two words. The third seemed easily translated. She clarified,"Um, I am not a prostitute."" No, I never thought you were," Henry said quickly. He feared suddenly what Jose might have said. Had he told Rita the two men wanted to pay her for sex? Had he gone further? Had he asked her ifshewanted to have sex for money? She started talking quickly in her native language. Henry thought he might have recognized a few of the words. Catalan, Spanish, English: they all had the same ancient origin. Still, he had no idea what she was saying." I think you nice man,"she said, returning to English."Seems nice. Looks nice. Handsome. Jose says you're nice. Tip big."" Well, thank you," Henry responded. He was relieved to be off the topic of prostitution. If he'd had the chance to think about it, Henry would have realized that that was ironic. He didn't want to speak about prostitution with Rita. At the same time, though, he'd pay her a huge sum of money to get naked with him." Jose says you're alone, too,"she continued." You be alone, yes? Not travel with woman?"" No, I'm traveling alone," he confirmed. "I'm not married or anything like that." She continued with Bernice man compliments. Then she returned them to the conversation that had made Henry's heart leap and cock harden." Maybe we like each other. Spend time. Maybe ... Maybe we spend time you me, together, and you give me money."" Yes," Henry said without hesitation. He stood there in silence for a long while. Had he really just said that? Had he really just told this Catalan beauty he would pay money to spend time with her? To have sex with her? Again, he spoke without really thinking. "Rita, I, um, I would love to spend time with you." Henry looked toward the lounge, then up and down the beach. There was absolutely no way anyone could hear them. They were standing in the surf. It was twenty to forty feet to the shore, depending upon the waves. And yet Henry couldn't help but be aware that they were talking about prostitution." But not for sex," he clarified quickly. He caught the change in Rita's expression. He explained, "I would love to just spend time with you. Get to know you. Maybe a walk on the beach. Dinner. Drinks. Are you old enough to drink?" Henry really had no idea if Spain had age limits for drinking. It would never have occurred to him to even be concerned. He continued with a deeply heartfelt yearning, "Rita, you are the most incredible woman I've ever met. And, I'd love to get to know you better. Please, yes, let me spend some time with you. And yes, I'll pay you for your time." Rita laughed when Henry mentioned the wig. She very nearly explained but didn't. Her trying to keep male tourists from recognizing her out in town the days after they'd ogled her in the lounge might have made it sound as if she thoughthemight be a horny, invasive tourist as well. She liked his compliment on her natural look, though, and wondered whether he was speaking about her hair or her body. Did it matter? RitawantedHenry to like her all natural body. He tried to explain what he'd meant at the bar the night before, and when she told him firmly that she wasn't a prostitute, he very quickly confirmed with Rita that he'd never thought that. But then, when she asked if he would pay money to spend time with her -- touched, Rita meant -- Henry very quickly said yes. Rita suddenly realized that she didn't know how to feel about his answer. Shewas the one who came to him, Andrews the one who'd offered herself Timor money. So, why was she suddenly a bit put off by the fact that he'd said yes without hesitation? But then he told her,"But not for sex." He talked about a walk on the beach and dinner and drinks, then went on to tell Rita that she was the most incredible woman he'd ever met. But the thought going through Rita head waste doesn't want to pay to have sex with me." Please, yes, let me spend some time with you. And yes, I'll pay you for your time." Rita was suddenly conflicted about how to proceed. Sure, Henry was willing to pay money for the privilege of spending time with her. But not for sex. Did that mean that she wouldn't get asmuchmoney. To be honest, she didn't even know how much wasmuchand how much wasn'much. She'd known a high-end escort who'd worked the beach hotels last year who used to get as much as $6,000 for a night of dinner, drinks, dancing, and sex. Hell, sometimes she didn't even have to have sex with the men. It was something she decided after she'd spent some time with the men and judged what they might be like and how they'd act once she was in their room alone with them, stripping their clothes off." Yes," she found herself saying, unsure of how else to confirm that an arrangement had been made. They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Rita finally said, "If you go to dinner, I need clothes." She hesitated a moment, as she had often during their conversation. Then, ever so casually, she lifted a hand out before her and slowly rubbed her thumb to the tips of her index and middle fingers. It was a gesture well known here in Catalonia, and she could only assume it was known where Henry had come from." A dress," she began to list. "Shoes. Maybe something pretty underneath. In case you wish later see me not in dress?" "If you go to dinner, I need clothes,"Rita told Henry. That made sense, of course. But he didn't understand her point. He simply thought she meant she needed to go home and change. Then he saw the money, please gesture. Rita wantedhimto buy her a dress and more. "Oh! Of course. A dress. And shoes. Yes." Henry patted his thighs, front and back, for his wallet. He did it instinctively, without thinking. In an instant he remembered his wallet was out on the boat. Henry hadn't planned on doing a lot of spending this morning. His Amex had been recorded at the hotel when he was at the lounge last night. If he wanted brunch or an espresso or even an early cocktail this morning, he could charge it. Henry's gaze fell again to Rita's body. He imagined being in the dressing room as she stripped to try on the something pretty underneath she'd talked about." You can charge it," Henry said with the sudden excitement of understanding. "The hotel. It has a small clothing store, for unprepared guests. You can charge a dress there. On me. I'll, um, I'll go up with you, tell the Concierge. Tell him you need a dress, shoes." Again, Henry's eyes found Rita's incredible body. He murmured, "Something pretty. For underneath." He snatched his shirt from the dinghy. He pulled it over his head. Then Henry retrieved the bow rope, to tie the little boat back up to the beach pole." I can walk up to the hotel with you," he told Rita. "Okay?" As the conversation between them continued, the smirk on Rita's face wouldn't go away. Henry may not have realized it, but he wasn't just occasionally glancing downward from her face to her body but was instead repeated ogling her, from bosom to belly to, yeah, there too. It conflicted her a bit, because at the same time that it wasshewho had begun this, it was a little bit, what was that English word, creepyto think that if things went the way she was aiming them, this old man would soon be emptying his cock inside her. Rita was no virgin, but she was no slut either, having only been with two men before this. The first had been a boy from the neighborhood, Leandro, with whom Rita had grown up. They'd eventually become lovers and had even contemplated marriage over their year long sexual relationship. But then he was killed in an auto accident, a tragedy that had led to Rita's spreading her legs for a stranger out of deep despair and a need to be held and loved. That last time, what Rita considered the only time she'ducked opposed to making love, had been six months ago. Since then, the only intimacy she'd shared with another person had been one drunken night of kissing and heavy petting with a Canadian girl she'd met in Barcelona at what the girl had called grave. It had been very passionate, with the girl from the other America reaching her hand up Rita's skirt and into her panties to drive her to an explosive orgasm while they stood in a dark corner of a club. Rita had enjoyed the encounter and had begun looking at women differently. But she'd never repeated it, either with a tourist or local, for she didn't consider herselfthatkind of woman, a lesbian. Who knows, though? Rita often asked herself when she got that look from women who might very well have been thinking the same thing about her that Henry was now." You can charge it,"Henry said, explaining that they could charge a new wardrobe at the stores of the hotel for which she worked indirectly through the lounge." I can walk up to the hotel with you. Okay?" Rita laughed without thinking about how Henry might take the reaction. She studied his expression, then explained, "An older, handsome Americanmantake local, teenage, Catalangirlhe just meet to buy panties and sexy bra where she works." She hesitated, looking for him to understand her meaning, which he quickly did. Rita laughed again, adding, "What they think about me then? What is English word? Whore?" Henry was taken aback by Rita's sudden laugh. Then she explained theopticshis suggestion presented. And he laughed, too. "Yeah, sorry. Wasn't thinking."" What they think about me then?"she asked." What is English word? Whore?"" You're not a whore," Henry countered immediately. In the back of his head, though, he wondered. What exactlyisshe? She came to him offering her body to him for money. But he repeated, "Rita, you're not a whore." Henry looked off toward the hotel and lounge again. There was an obvious option. He would return to the boat for his wallet. He could return and give her cash. But she's not a whore, that voice in the back of his mind repeated yet again. She could go shopping for clothes. They could meet for dinner afterward. But would she return? After he gave her a stack of Euros? Would she spend his cash on clothes and meet him for dinner? Maybe for sex? Or would she disappear with his money? Would she wait for him to return to his itinerary, to abandon his lustful dream, to go away? He could give her his American Express card. That thought made that voice in his head laugh insanely. What about his prepaid VISA cards? His travel agent had had Henry buy a stack of them. They were for day use, with less fear of being robbed of his real credit cards. He had about 20 of them. They came in American Dollars and Euros. They ranged from 50 to 1,000 of each currency. How was that any different from handing Rita cash, though? Then, a totally inappropriate and ridiculous thought came to Henry's mind. He looked to Rita. "Come with me." She didn't seem to shocked at the suggestion. Maybe she thought he meant come to the boat with me to get cash. He clarified, "Come away with me. On my boat." He unnecessarily glanced over his shoulder at the sailboat. To Rita, he continued, "I'm sailing to Marseille. It'll take about 2 days. We could stay there a couple of days. See the sights. Go shopping. Dinner, drinks, sunsets. Then, when you're tired of me, you could fly back. I'll put you on one of those seaplanes. You'll be home in a couple of hours." Or, we could sail up the Spanish coast," Henry continued. He was suggesting four or more days with him. It was far more than Rita had suggested. "One day. Just one day. If you like it, like me, we could make it onemoreday." He smiled, desperate for Rita to accept. "One day at a time." He hesitated as she had often in their conversation. "If you don't like it, I'll drop you at a port of your choosing and pay to get you home. And, of course, I'll put a little something in your pocket. For your time." Then more suggestively, Henry said, "For whatever happens between us." He hesitated a moment. He knew this was a crazy idea. She didn't know him. He was a foreigner, too. And he was old as fuck, compared to her anyway. He could be a serial killer. A serial rapist. A sex slave trafficker. Or, maybe, he was just a lonely man enthralled with a beautiful young woman. Maybe he was a man of means who could make this an adventure worth taking. Maybe. Just, maybe. "You're not a whore." Rita thought about Henry'sdeclarationthat she wasn't exactly what she was in the process of offering herself to him as. No, she didn't make her living by providing sexual services to strangers. No, she hadn't taken money for sex even once before. But the fact remained that she'd come to this man, to Henry, a stranger, a tourist, and made it clear to him that for Monash would fulfill a fantasy of his, a desire to once again know what it was like to be with a young, beautiful, sexy woman." Come with me." She was deep in thought when Henry began his proposition that she come away with him and didn't really understand all he was asking until he'd very nearly finished speaking." One day at a time,"he told her." If you don't like it..." Even as Henry continued, Rita already knew she was going to tell him she'd go. She'd made up her mind before he reminded her that an offer of money was on the table. Later, she would ask herself how she could have so easily decided this. After all, this had begun with her desire to put some cash into her pocket, as opposed to sailing off with a man for a wild day or weekend of sex. Rita's only motivation was money: this wasn't about getting laid. Another one of those taller waves struck and shocked Rita with its chilly water. She gasped at the sensation, laughed, then with a return of her more serious expression, asked, "Help into boat, yes?" Henry only stared at Rita a moment, and after she smiled widely, she said, "I know a club in Marseille. You will like, very much. You get me dress there, and I take dancing." She reached a hand out, asking again, "Help into boat, yes?" Rita's short, sharp gasp at the cold water striking her made Henry laugh. It was a bit of comic relief he needed right now. He was certain the incredible young thing was about to back out and back away." Help into boat, yes?"she asked, surprising Henry. She spoke of a club in the French city, then again asked,"Help into boat, yes?"" Yes," Henry said, his lips widening greatly. "Yes, definitely. Help into boat." He chuckled at his own inadvertently abbreviated English. He came around the dinghy. Securing it with one, Henry took Rita's hand in his other hand. The dinghy rose and fell in the surf. He knew this wasn't going to work." Please excuse me," Henry told Rita as he put her own hand on the boat's side. "Hold this. Don't let it get away." Leaning over, he swept the petite teen up into his arms. A moment later, Rita was in the forward seat of the little boat. "Scoot to the other side. It's okay, you won't tip it over. I promise." Henry waited for another passing wave. The swell passed, and the boat was low in the water. With it leaning away from him, he skillfully boosted himself into the craft's bottom, to lower the center of gravity. It balanced port to starboard with his and Rita's weight on opposite sides." Okay, you can sit in the middle now," he said as he engaged the small gasoline engine. Henry negotiated the surf and turned the boat seaward. "Good. Here we go." He looked to Rita as they headed slowly away. He couldn't believe this was happening. Furthermore, he was taking this beautiful young thing to his boat. Furthermore, he was taking her to Marseille. And if all worked out, he was taking her to bed." I have a sat' phone, satellite phone, on the boat," Henry said as they moved away from the shore. "In case you need to call someone. I, um, I never asked if you live alone, with family? Parents? Is there anyone you need to contact?" She answered. Henry's attention moved to and from Rita, the ocean swells which were light, and the boat to which they were heading. Mostly, though, his attention was on her. He expected to wake up from his wonderful dream any moment. And if it wasn't a dream, he expected Rita to tell him to turn back any moment. And yet, they reached the boat. He tied the dinghy to the stern. Climbing aboard, he then offered a hand to Rita. The footboard enabled her to board without Henry wrapping her in his arms like before. Too bad, so sad, he thought. He would have liked to hold her again as before." I'll get the phone," Henry told her. "Be right back." He headed down into the cabin. Despite being a single guy on a voyage all alone, the interior of the cabin was immaculate. He'd never been the type to just drop clothes wherever or let dishes build in the sink. His office and home in Boston were just as neat and clean. Of course, he had custodians and housekeepers in those locations. But still, without them, his work and living spaces were always neat and tidy. Topside again, he powered up the phone. Handing it to Rita, Henry asked, "Do you know the number?" He chuckled, explaining, "I mean, I have all my important numbers on speed dial. I don't think I could ever tell you my mother's phone number, or my office number." Henry was about to pull up the anchor but didn't. He thought maybe he should wait. Perhaps the person Rita called would talk her out of this madness upon which she was about to embark. Rita giggled and wrapped her arms around Henry's shoulders and neck as he swept her up into his arms. The sudden and somewhat intimate encounter caused her to blush, something she could have hidden by looking away from him but didn't, instead deciding to look into his eyes. He directed her in helping him load up without swamping the boat, finally telling her as he fired up the motor,"Good. Here we go." As they headed away from shore, Rita found the older man once again struggling not to ogle her well displayed form. She'd always liked the way men looked at her, knowing that she had something they wanted, something she could give them if she wanted or refuse them just as easily. Considering how many men had tried to bed her during her womanly years, Rita was often surprised that she'd only allowed two men inside her, with one of them being little more than a desperate one off fuck. Things were unfolding far more differently with Henry, of course. Rita had already told him she could have her, and despite his saying earlier that -- for the time being -- this wasn't at all about sex but was instead only about companionship, she had very little doubt at all that at some time in the near future, the American was going to be desperate to put his cock inside her. He told her about having a satellite phone, asking if she needed to call someone, perhaps her parents." La Mesa mare," she said in Catalan, before translating into Spanish and then English, "Mi made. My mother." Rita explained that she lived with her mother and grandmother both in a little house more than forty miles from the hotel. "Sometimes I stay night with Amiga feminine, a friend, girlfriend. Too far to ride bus home all nights. I will tell la Mesa mare that is what I do tonight. She not worries. Is good." That seemed to satisfy Henry, knowing that no one would be coming to look for the helpless little Spanish girl he'd kidnapped and taken away for sex. That wasn't at all what the man was doing, of course, but it was important to Rita that Henry know that her absence from her family's home would not come back to bite him in the ass. He helped her up into the boat, then headed off to find the phone. Rita looked around, smiling at the luxury of the craft. The sails were down and all tied up to thewhateversthat ran most of the length of the boat. She knew absolutely nothing about sailboats, having never even been on one before. Henry returned and handed her the phone, asking if she knew her mother's phone number. Rita found that a strange question, until he mentioned speed dials and contact lists and such. She wasn't your typical teenage girl who lived with their smartphone in their hand 24/7, though. In fact, except a prepaid burner phone a wannabe lover had given her once, Rita had never even owned a cell phone." I know the number, thank you," she responded, before adding with a flirty smile and tone, "Henry." Rita dialed, got an answer, and began explaining her faux plans. She glanced at Henry when she told her mother that she would be staying at the coast fortress dies, three days. He showed no reaction, so Rita presumed he hadn't comprehended the words." What is boat name?" she asked Henry. He told her, and she returned to the call. Disconnecting and handing him the phone, Rita continued her lying by playfully telling him, "I tell mother Costa and I go sailing for day with strange man from America, and if I not back tomorrow to send Guardian Costner." Rita smiled wide at Henry's response, looked about herself, and set her gaze on the hatchway to the main cabin. She looked back to Henry, asking, "Sleep down there, yes?" Without waiting, she headed down into the boat's interior. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked around, finding the space so clean and neat, very unlike what Rita had expected from Nguyen vacation alone. Behind her, Taft, was an open door to a small bedroom. In front of her beyond the kitchen/dining room was a short passageway. She wandered that direction, finding a small room to each side, each with its own function. She stopped again, this time at the open doorway to the bigger bedroom, or berthing cabin, or stateroom, Rita wasn't sure. Other than the fact that it had a very low ceiling, it was actually very similar in size to her own bedroom back in the tiny home she shared with her two elder female family members. She stepped inside, turned, and launched herself back onto the bed, being careful not to hit her head on what she assumed was some sort of emergency overhead escape hatch." Who sleeps here this night?" she asked, a sly smirk on her face as she continued, "You? Me? You and me?" Before he could answer, she giggled again and spoke some more Catalan without explaining herself. Rita rose from the bed, moved up close to Henry, and looked up into his eyes from her 9 inch shorter height. Looking down this shorts, she reached out to take hold of the waistband, playfully tugging at it." We go now, yes?" she asked softly, adding, "You have something I can wear?" Rita stepped back again, sweeping a hand before her bikini-clad body like some fashions model showing off an available design. "This not for sailing. Maybe Henry has more shorts, a shirt?" She watched her host as he looked for something for her to put on over her skimpy bikini. But as Henry turned to leave and give Rita her privacy, she said sharply, "Emperor. No hi vagus." When Henry looked back to her, Rita was already loosing one of the little rings that held her suit together. The triangle of cloth concealing herwomanhoodpopped loose of the thong string that ran from there around her waist, as well as up her torso to over her back and shoulder, but remained in her grasp, continuing to hide her most precious of physical features." You not need leave," she said with a serious yet still suggestive tone. She allowed the bikini's lower section to slip a bit lower and inward teasingly. "You may watch, Henry. If you want." In a few seconds, Rita was going to slowly allow the suit to begin falling away from her body. She only needed to lose one more ring in front and the entire suit could be simply pushed away and dropped to the floor. Would Henry remain? He was, after all, paying to more than likely do more than just look at Rita's body. He'd said this wasn't about sex, but they both knew that wasn't true. Either way, Rita unfastened the ring and shed the suit, revealing her smoothly waxed groin and smallish, pert, pinkish-brown nipples. Henry found it very fortunate that Rita often spent nights away from home without concern from her family. Then she made the joke about The Guardian Costner. He presumed was the Spanish Coast Guard. He raised fingers in what he thought was the Boy Scout salute, saying, "I'll be a good boy. Or, at least, I won't be baby."" Sleep down there, yes?"she asked." Yes, there are two berthing compartments, fore and aft," he told her. He wondered whether he needed to clarify who would be sleeping where. Then he wondered whether they yetknewwho would be sleeping where. Then, for the first time since they'd met, Rita turned her back to Henry. On the beach, she'd been facing him. On the dinghy, despite holding her, he still hadn't seen her backside. Even boarding the sailboat, he'd been in front of her. Now, though, she turned to descend into the main cabin, and ... Oh, Holy Jesus Christ, he thought at the sight of Rita's ass. He'd presumed she was wearing a thong. Or perhaps a tiny triangular piece of cloth hid a portion of her ass, as one did her crotch. Nope. The string or thong or band or whatever it was that reached around from her front side to her back met only another string or thong or band or whatever. This one headed straight down from the small of her back to disappear between the most amazing pear shaped ass he'd ever seen. As Rita made her way slowly down into the cabin, Henry followed her. Well, followed her ass anyway. He simply couldn't pull his gaze from it. With each step, it swayed, rose and fell, tightened and relaxed, or a combination therein. He forced himself to look up again when Rita turned to ask,"Who sleeps here this night?" They had reached the master stateroom. Henry didn't even recall descending the main cabin ladder, let alone following her forward. He asked obliviously, "Sorry?"" You? Me?"she asked, landing that incredible butt on Henry's neatly made mattress. Henry's subconscious mind informed caught him up on the question. But before he could answer, Rita asked suggestively,"You and me?" His eyes widened. His mouth opened. His tongue wetted his lips. His brain was throwing responses all about. But Henry wasn't speaking one of the options. He was too flustered. Then Rita giggled and spoke some Catalan gibberish. She stood and neared him. She reached out for his shorts' waistband. And Henry suddenly thought Oh my god, we're going to do it, now, here, right now, right here. Henry had told Rita earlier on the beach that this wasn't about sex. That had been a lie, of course. He wanted to fuck personally. Andheknew thatsheknew that. But Henry was willing to take some time. He'd been telling the truth when he'd said he wanted to get to know her first. But really, if she was about to undress him, he wasn't going to stop her. But Rita instead only asked for some clothes. She indicated her sexy bikini, saying,"This not for sailing. Maybe Henry has more shorts, a shirt?"" Shorts and ...oh, ofcourse," he said. He quickly turned to his dresser, saying, "Sorry. I should have offered." He dug through his meager wardrobe. Henry hadn't packed much before leaving Boston. In fact, he'd begun his 6-month vacation with a single, rolling, four wheeled suitcases and a garment bag. He'd brought a suit with two shirts but only one tie, two sets of casual clothes that mixed and matched, and the appropriate shoes, sox, and underwear. Aside from that, it had been his intention to do some shopping along the way to fill out his wardrobe as needed. In fact, he'd bought the shorts currently restraining his raging hard-on in a little shop in Lisbon. He pulled out a pair of swimming trunks and a pair of boxers. Girls like wearing their boyfriends boxers, don't they?he thought to himself. I mean, not that I'm her boyfriend. He found a tank top and offered the selection to her. He took one last look at her perfect figure. "I'll give you some privacy." But when he turned to leave, Rita said, "Emperor. No hi vagus." He didn't understand the words, of course. She clarified when he looked back, "You not need to leave. You may watch, Henry. If you want." He didn't respond verbally. But the expression on his face was more than enough to tell Rita he wanted to watch. His gaze dropped to her fingers as she worked loose a fitting on her bikini. A second fitting undone. A string or thong or band or whatever it was called pushed off a shoulder. The second shoulder bared. It all seemed to have happened in slow motion to Henry. In truth, Rita had taken her time. And then she was standing before him naked. Standing there naked, in all her womanly glory. Henry's gaze had found her bared breasts and their petite, pert nipples for a moment. They were absolutely perfect, the greatest of orbs. They weren't large. He didn't know cup sizes as well as a woman would. He guessed B-cups. They were actually A's, which he might one day learn. Then his gaze dropped again, to her crotch. Her skin was absolutely bare at the meeting of her belly and thighs. Henry actually drew an excited breath, not that he realized it. In all his life, he'd never been with a woman who was what one of his friends called baby butt bare. They were standing only three feet apart. And Henry was nine inches taller than Rita. At that angle, he could only barely make out the uppermost bit of the slit between her legs. He found himself wanting to drop to his knees. He wanted to look at it up close and personal. Furthermore, he wanted to investigate it. Examine it, visually and physically both. Henry suddenly realized that his heart was pounding. He looked up into Rita's eyes, licking his lips. He wanted to say something. Furthermore, he wanted to compliment her on her heavenly body. Furthermore, he wanted to compliment her tits, hers nipples, her curves, her slit. But everything that came to him would make him sound like a dirty old man overwhelmed with lust. "You're incredible," he was finally able to whisper. He surveyed her exposed features once more. Then, again speaking softly, Henry said, "I'm unworthy. No man is worthy of you, Rita." He was fighting taking her right then and there. Henry wanted to throw her back onto the bed and shove his head in between her thighs. He wanted to work his tongue and lips on her pussy and clit. He wanted her to explode in orgasm over and over and over. Furthermore, he wanted her to pass out, spent from the pleasure he'd caused her. "I'll let you dress," Henry said instead. He half turned, paused to look back, then turned away. He only made it two steps before turning back again. With a sincere tone, he told Rita, "I want to make love to you, like I've never made love to a woman before. But, I have to earn the right to do this. Otherwise, we'd just be fucking. Does that make sense?" If she understood, he would go topside to get them underway. If she didn't, well, he didn't know how else to phrase his meaning.

_One Day at a Time_ (closed for RitaPita)|rating:3.0

Psychotic Brother love (Saku and silverroses2009)

It had been a few years since Rebecca had to leave her twin brothers arms. The screams still echoed through her mind as he struggled to get to her when they took her away. Little did she know that her leaving left him in a lot of pain and made him go nuts. It would be a surprise, and she would show up and then see her brother without telling anyone. Now she was on a train going to her brothers' town where she thought he lived. Maybe he lived in the same place that he did before. Sighing she stepped off the train and then went to get a taxi. Now it was just about a half an hour drive, and she could see her brother again. She starred out the window at the passing stores and sights she slightly recognized from her earlier years here. That terrible night was long past and had been for a few years, but it still seemed as though it were yesterday and the nightmares kept coming. Ryan could still feel himself being torn out of Rebecca's arms as she was taken away by Social Services, and he had screamed to be taken with her. It seemed that there had been an investigation into the way Rebecca had been treated in the family, and it was deemed necessary that she be separated from her current family to obtain a better life. The only problem was that Ryan and Rebecca were the closest twins ever and breaking them apart was more than Ryan could take since he was one of the sort who clung to those he was close to and being away from those people only made him freak out. He was the dependent sort. With Rebecca gone all he had was his brother Simon and his parents who didn't make him feel good at all for they were the kind of parents that put on a nice face when they were being evaluated and then turned into mean ones when they had passed the evaluation. Simon was the one that took care of him and looked out for him. Ryan wasn't as close to him as he had been to Rebecca but at least it was something. Or it was until the first night he slept alone without Rebecca, and he ended up screaming throughout the entire night for he felt lonely and terrified at being alone in the dark even with Simon there. Eventually the nightmares and daytime without his twin led to him going insane and his parents tried everything from beating him until he passed out to electrocuting him to nearly drowning him to trying to simply talk to him. They ended up taking him to a psych ward but were told he simply needed to be on medication they could get at a drug store and wrote him a prescription that he was supposed to take twice a day on a regular basis. Ryan took the pills his parents forced down his throat, and soon he was relatively normal, quiet and withdrawn but normal enough so that there was no need to worry whether he would try and kill himself or not. He spent all his days inside the house, curled up with a book, watched television and stared out into space looking at nothing in particular. Simon watched over him all this time as he tried to comfort him in any way he could and took him out sometimes to get some air so he didn't end up losing his ability to walk. He was in this state when Rebecca arrived at the old house she had once lived at where he still lived with his parents and Simon, but the former was out at work and Simon was downstairs. Ryan was upstairs and watching some television at the moment but was getting hungry, however, he didn't have energy to call down and ask for something so he waited for Simon to come up so he could ask. There was a knock at the door and Simon went over to answer it, peering through the peephole to see who it was and froze as he recognized his sister, hesitating about opening the door for she had caused so much damage. It wasn't her fault but at the same time it was. He pulled open the door only a little bit, the chain still on, as he stared at her." What do you want, Rebecca?" Simon asked as he waited for an explanation. Maybe coming back was a bad idea. She rarely got along with Simon when she lived there, and she was pretty sure he hated her for leaving. Even though it was not her fault that she had to be ripped away from her twin she had known since in the womb. A few bags were behind her on the walkway, and she wondered if they would allow her to stay here again. "Simon?" She looked into his eyes and almost did not recognize him, but she did. "I finally was allowed to come back and be with you guys again." A small smile creeped upon her lips not knowing what they had to go through when she left. Simon got along a lot better with his brother than with his sister. Maybe it was a male bonding thing. He knew Ryan was closer to Rebecca than to him and that bothered him, but he had learned to accept it since there wasn't anything he could do about it. But then Rebecca was taken away and all that remained for Ryan was him which had paved the way to a new relationship between them, Simon had filled the spot Rebecca had left as best he could, and they were able to get along a bit better than before. During the periods of insanity it was always Simon that was there, calming Ryan down when he lost it which back then was nearly every couple of hours of every day with no rest for anyone when he was like that. That was what had led their parents to try any method they could think of to make Ryan better, just so they could get some sleep even though it wasn't them that had to deal with Ryan on a constant basis. Simon was the one who looked out for him, who looked after him and who made sure he had everything he needed or wanted, other than his twin. Even after they had gotten the pills from the psych ward, Ryan still remained quiet and withdrawn, not wanting to talk to anyone or do anything but stay upstairs and watch television, read books or stare into space. Simon couldn't drag him out of it. And it was all Rebecca's fault. So now as he stared at the girl who was his sister on the other side of the door he narrowed his eyes at her, his coldness apparent. She had no right being here, not after what she had done to her own brother. Did she even suspect Ryan's condition?" They just let you go? Why would you be allowed to come back and be with us again? Our parents haven't changed, they are just as bad as before, maybe even worse. You have a new life away from us so go back to your perfect family." Simon told Rebecca as he shut the door on her, locking it again as he stormed off to go fix himself a snack since all that outpouring of emotion had left him hungry. Maybe he would make a sandwich for Ryan too for he must be hungry, it was almost lunchtime. Ryan was upstairs watching television when suddenly he felt something in his heart that was as familiar to him as breathing, but he couldn't react to it for it, his muscles didn't want to move because they would be sore if he did, and he didn't like pain. But he knew. Rebecca had returned. Perhaps he'd get up the strength later. If it were up to her then she would never have left in the first place, but it wasn't. The last memory of her brother was him screaming her name as the car drove out of sight. That always haunted her day and night since she left. She did not mean to leave Simon in charge of her brother or to hurt Ryan the way she did. Since she knew she hurt him she was hurting to, but there was nothing she could do about that until now. When she noticed the cold look she took a step backward knowing something was going to come up. No he would never forgive her for leaving him and her twin brother well not for a long time. Rebecca went to protest before the door was slammed in her face. Sighing she knocked again not wanting to leave again. Had Ryan seen her? Something told her that he did not. The two twins shared a psychic connection of sorts, and they always knew when each other was hurt. She waited for the answer of the door again. Simon grumbled as he heard a knock at the front door again. It was probably her. He wanted to ignore his sister, but she was still part of the family even if she had a new one and if she wanted to say something to Ryan he would pass along the message. So he placed each of the sandwiches he had made onto a plate and set them aside as he made his way back to the door and opened it with the chain still on for safety reasons since he didn't want her barging in on them." What. If you have a message for Ryan let me know, and I'll take it up to him." Simon told her and waited at the door for her to tell him what she wanted to say to her twin. He wasn't about to unlock the door and let her in though for that just was not happening. Not after what had happened and what Ryan had gone through after her disappearance. Rebecca thought about walking away and leaving but then the door opened. "No I don't want you taking up my messages I want to do them myself." She looked at the chain lock wondering why he kept it on there. There was no way she would hurt him, but she would like to come inside and warm up a little bit. Where would she stay tonight if he did not allow her to stay in her own old place? She had barely enough money for one night in a hotel and that was all. No money for food she had thought she could stay at her twins house. Simon's eyes flashed as Rebecca told him she wanted to see Ryan herself, and he shook his head." No, he will not see you. You ruined his life, and I'm not about to let that happen all over again." He told her and was about to close the door in her face again when he noticed her bags on the sidewalk behind her. Had she thought to move back just because she felt like it? Simon couldn't believe her arrogance. Then again, he didn't want to just throw her out on the street with nothing, and he sighed, shaking his head as he closed the door and undid the chain to open it again as he turned away, leaving the door open for Rebecca." You can come in, but you'll have to ask our parents if you can stay. They might not be so keen on the idea since you were the one they got in trouble over. You almost got them sent to jail, you know. Not that they didn't deserve it but still that's not something someone just gets over even if they've had a few years to think about it." Simon warned her and turned away to pick up one of the plates that had a sandwich on it, gesturing to the other one." You can have that sandwich, I'm sure you're hungry. There are drinks in the fridge, I'll be back in a bit, I'm taking this one up to Ryan and NO you cannot go with me." Simon told her with a glare and headed upstairs, making sure Rebecca wasn't following him as he came to the door Ryan was behind. Reaching into his pocket he produced a key and unlocked the door as he let himself in and closed the door behind him. Setting the sandwich down he let his eyes linger on Ryan." Rebecca is here and is going to ask our parents whether she can stay for a bit. But I don't think it's a good idea for you to see her, not after what you went through." Simon told his brother and Ryan shook his head slowly as he took a deep breath." I want to see her but ... I don't." He told him, feeling a bit down and confused for he didn't exactly know what to make of all this. It was surprising that Rebecca would come all the way here right now. Why had she returned? Simon went downstairs again as he locked the door behind him once more for his parents didn't like it when the door was unlocked for they thought Ryan would try and kill himself. The area where they kept Ryan currently was devoid of anything that could be used to cause harm which was why he was locked up there." He doesn't want to see you right now." He told her and then went into the kitchen to make himself another sandwich... She tried to stop the door before it closed again, but he stopped it anyway. "I know if he knew I was here he would want to see me." She was ready to fight and get in any way she could. Half of her was expecting him to come out and help her with her bags, but he didn't. A few moments later she was dragging them through the open door and sighed as she got them just inside. The sandwich looked good, and she did not have any food all day. Dropping her bags she went over to it and started taking little bites then waited. She heard the door lock and unlock and wondered why they had to lock him in his room. When he came back downstairs she looked up and the words stung a bit. "Somehow I don't believe that." She crossed her arms and looked at him. Ryan fought with his brain that told him it would hurt if he moved and thought about Rebecca. Part of him wanted to go down, and the other part wasn't so sure because he didn't really know what to say to his twin since things had changed during her absence. Not his feelings towards her but the whole family situation. They were harsher now, and although they said whatever they did was for his own good Ryan did not believe them for everything revolved around forgetting Rebecca. He was better with Becca around and thinking about her was the only joy he got during the day. Ryan tended only to move around to switch channels and put new batteries into the remote and walked over to the pile of books that had been put up here for him to sort through. He even went downstairs when their parents were out to grab a bite to eat himself since Simon unlocked the door when it was just him and his brother in the house. But exercising just hadn't really been interesting enough to him without Becca. He twisted the doorknob only to find that it was locked which was strange since Simon never locked it when their parents were out, and he rapped on it hard, wanting to be let out. He wanted to see Becca's face again before their parents returned home, oh that must have been it, since it was getting close to the time their parents got home, Simon wasn't taking any chances. Good thinking. Simon shrugged when she told him she didn't believe what he had said about Ryan. He wasn't about to care what she thought. Almost done making his sandwich he heard the loud rapping on the door upstairs, and he frowned, wondering what Ryan was up to and why he was making such a ruckus, and he put down the cheese knife he was using to slice the cheese. Not thinking to tell Rebecca to wait downstairs, he headed up the stairs as he dug into his pocket for the key to unlock the door. Swinging the door open he revealed Ryan lying there." What are you doing, Ryan? What do you need? Mom and Dad will be home any minute." He asked as he looked in at his brother. Ryan let his arm fall over Simon's shoulder as he left the attic just in case his legs gave out." I want to see Becca." He murmured. Rebecca had sat down at the kitchen table knowing she should have never come back. Simon was being mean to her, but she deserved it right? Even though this was not her fault it was social services fault. When she heard the rapping on the ground she looked up wondering who or what might be doing that. An animal? Of course when Simon went up there she knew it was her twin brother doing that. She lost her appetite and stopped eating. If she went up there he would fight with her and tell her to leave no one ever had to tell her twice about things like that. She waited downstairs at the kitchen table. Soon the voice of her twin brother found the way to her ears and she half smiled. At least he was still ok. Would Simon bring him down? "I don't think that's a good idea, Ryan." Simon told his younger brother for he didn't want to see Ryan get hurt when Rebecca left again for he was certain she wasn't here to stay. Seeing her for a short time would make his brother freak out when she disappeared for the second time, and he didn't want to deal with that. There was only so much he could take without flipping out himself. Ryan shook his head." I don't care. I want to see her." He told Simon and made the pouting dog face at his brother, knowing that such a technique usually worked and Simon sighed, taking a deep breath." Fine. But don't get too attached. You know she's only gonna leave again." He warned and helped Ryan down the stairs, holding him up as his brother leaned against him, using Simon as support as he came down the stairs. Seeing Rebecca sitting downstairs at the kitchen table made Ryan's face brighten." Becca! You came back!" He called out as Simon helped him down the last steps... Those words and hearing his voice almost brought tears to his eyes. Slowly she stood and turned around to face her brother. Why did he look so weak, and what happened to him? A small smile appeared across her face as she was looking into her brothers eyes once again. The brother she was in the womb with. "Ryan." She said quietly. Ryan stumbled his way towards Rebecca and grabbed her in a fierce bear hug. Or rather attempted to. His strength wasn't what it used to be, and she probably was stronger than he was at the moment even though she was a girl and guys generally had more strength." Sorry, I got a bit weak on you. I haven't been exercising that much lately, didn't have much motivation after you left. You're here to stay, right?" Ryan asked, his face painfully hopeful and eager. Simon looked over at Rebecca, his eyes daring her to say otherwise now that she had gotten Ryan's hopes up. If she did, he would throw her out. Right out the door. Ryan smiled at her for he trusted his twin more than anything and anyone else." Maybe we could do out somewhere together. I'll just need to lean on you for support from time to time. You don't mind, right?" He asked and slung an arm over her shoulder as he smiled down at her. Simon watched Rebecca carefully and his eyes flickered over to Ryan as his brow creased with worry. What if Rebecca was taken away again and Ryan was left all by himself? It would destroy him. He couldn't let that happen. There was no way in hell that he would allow Rebecca to hurt him again. Never." Ryan. We don't know if she's back to stay or whether our parents will even let her stay. Don't get too attached. That's why I said it would be better if you didn't see her in the first place." He ground out, still not able to be civil to Rebecca. What did she expect? That things would have remained the same all this time? When he came over to her and hugged her gently that's when the tears came. It felt so good to see him and actually hug him again. Instead of being pulled away from his arms so long ago. Any point of living anymore? "Ryan you shouldn't talk like that. Yes I am staying as long as I can stay with you guys." She continued to hug him not wanting to let him go. Now she had some money and would get a job. Even if she were thrown out no one would take her away she could move into an apartment somewhere close to here. She looked at Simon over his shoulder. "Even if I could not stay here I would go to an apartment. Yeah, we can go somewhere Ryan." He was glad that she was back. So happy that he would do anything for her. Yet at the same time in the back of his mind he knew it was better if he didn't get too attached because it wasn't healthy and Simon knew what was best for him. He couldn't afford to lose his mind again should Rebecca disappear a second time." You'll stay with us. I know you will." Ryan said despite his misgivings which he tried to push aside for the moment. All he wanted to do was spend some time with his twin who he hadn't seen in years. Simon watched the two of them from a short distance away and shook his head." I don't think it's a good idea for you to go out, Ryan. Our parents would freak, and they're supposed to be coming home any minute now. Why don't you go up and rest." He suggested and Ryan gave him a pouting look as though he had destroyed the light that had just shone down on him, but Simon was adamant. Ryan looked back at his twin." Maybe you can come up to my room with me." Without waiting for Simon to respond to that he hooked one of his arms through Rebecca's and slung his other arm around her shoulder to help himself stand a bit better. Then he headed back upstairs. Simon grumbled as he watched Ryan and Rebecca go off and went ahead to make some dinner for their parents and for him, Rebecca and Ryan. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob was on the menu for tonight. He'd bought soda earlier that day along with some red wine for their parents. Ryan smiled as he sat down on the comfy bed upstairs in the attic." It's nice and cozy, isn't it?" He asked Rebecca, looking up at her, his eyes a bit hazy and distant as though he weren't even there anymore which could be a bit frightening to a person who didn't know him. Slowly she moved away from her brother to talk to Simon and crossed her arms. As if taunting him to fight with her. She would stay as long as she could here and then after she would move to an apartment no matter what. She put her arms around his body and helped him walk up to his room. So there Simon. She thought to herself. He was probably just jealous now that she was back, and he would be spending more time with her now. "I thought you didn't like the attic when I used to live here." She said leaning against the wall closest to the bedroom as he spoke to her. Simon continued to make dinner for the family downstairs as he worried about what Rebecca's appearance was doing to his brother. Ryan didn't seem to hear what his twin was saying at first, and then he blinked, shaking his head a bit and the hazy and distant look in his eyes disappeared." Uh, yeah. I don't know. Things have changed since you left and lots of stuff happened to me." He said vaguely as he attempted to raise his arm and waved it about in the air, eyes averting away from Rebecca as though the subject was an uncomfortable one that he didn't wish to bring up any further. Ryan sighed and leaned back onto his bed as he stared up at the ceiling, not knowing what else to say." What happened when you left?" He inquired softly for he knew what had happened to him and Simon, but Rebecca was a mystery to him. Why hadn't Social Services taken them both away? Rebecca was almost about to say something when he did not respond to her, but then she did. What was going on? Something was really wrong with her brother and she was worried now. She pulled away from the wall and then sat on his bed hoping she would be allowed to. Still she kept a few feet away from him at all times just in case. "What happened to you?" She took a deep breath. "I don't know why they took me instead of you guys. I was taken to a foster family saved my money then moved out. When I had enough money I came back here." Ryan shrank away from her when she sat on his bed. It was an instinctive move since he didn't like contact that much any more unless it was someone helping him stand or move somewhere like earlier when Simon had helped him and then Rebecca had. He'd been put through so much that he couldn't function normally anymore for he was scarred from what had happened both mentally and physically. She didn't know that though. Some good Social Services had done. Their parents hadn't beaten just Rebecca. In fact that had done worse to him than to her and yet the government saw the need to protect females more than males even though he had been suffering far worse. The government thought males could take more pain and abuse just because their bodies were a bit stronger but in truth they were just bastards. Ryan hated them. It was because of them that he had remained with their abusive parents who had increased their anger and frustration out on him and Simon after Rebecca had left. They focused their efforts mostly on him though since Simon was the one that could cook and clean and look after himself and Ryan so they didn't want to make him unable to do those things, but Ryan on the other hand was nothing. After Rebecca had been taken away he was useless anyway. But his twin didn't know that. She didn't know what had happened, and he wasn't about to tell her. The wounds were still too fresh in his mind. It was a good thing she hadn't actually touched him or else she would have suspected something. They hadn't beaten him today which was lucky for he was sure his twin would have seen the blood on his shirt or something but ever since he had started taking those pills they didn't beat him much anymore. It was only when he cried and freaked out that they did so. Otherwise, they simply took him to places and tried to draw him out of his shell through whatever means necessary. It wasn't enough that his fits were stopped by the pills, they wanted him to be a normal human again, but he had no desire to be one. Not until now." I missed you. Don't leave again. I think I'd die." Ryan mumbled as he threw his arms around her neck, wanting to be close to her but only if he initiated the contact for it was better that way. If she tried to touch him his body reacted instinctively and pulled away. Rebecca noticed he moved away and sighed. She had a feeling why he moved he did not trust her very much since she was taken away so long ago. Well at least he was talking to her and not ignoring her or being mean like Simon was. She knew her parents were abusive toward him and wish it was him that was taken away and not her. At least then he would not have been abused that badly and could forget about it like she was able to. The scars still ran very deep but at least she could get away from it. "I know I won't leave again. If I can't stay here I'll go find an apartment. Then maybe you can move in with me." She winced but hid it when he wrapped his arms around her but did not touch him back. Something told her that she should not touch him in case something happened to him. Maybe it was the way he reacted when she sat down. Ryan felt better when Rebecca told him that she wouldn't leave again, and he liked the idea of moving in with her instead of staying with their parents." I'm sorry I'm like this. I lost it. When you left." He murmured, not really wanting to get into it but finding himself drawn to tell her regardless of the consequences for he had missed his twin." So what do we do now?" Ryan asked, letting himself fall back into his old pattern of depending upon his sister for everything. Meanwhile downstairs, Simon was preparing dinner for their parents would be home shortly and if dinner wasn't on the table he would get a beating. The fried chicken and mashed potatoes were done and the corn on the cob was almost ready. He put the first two on big plates and carried them into the dining room to set them on the table and then got the wine out to place it on the table too with two wine glasses, one each at his mother's and father's places. He placed the soda and glasses on the table as well and then went back to check up on the corn on the cob, saw it would probably take five more minutes to cook and headed up to the attic to rap on the door." You guys should come down and take your places at the table or else mom and dad will have a fit." Simon warned and headed back downstairs again to wait for his parents to return. "Don't worry it's ok. I should never have left you." She sighed letting him hug her as long as he wants without moving much unless she had to. What would her parents say if she was back at home? Would she get abused again? Should she hide in her brothers closet till later? She looked at her twin brother and sighed. "Should I go down and see them again? Or should I stay up here so they won't hurt any of us." Ryan closed his eyes as he simply let himself relax in his twin's embrace and felt at ease for the first time in years." I'm just glad you're back." He murmured and heard the front door open and close downstairs, muscles tensing instinctively for he knew his parents would be up to see him soon. This was the time when they judged his behavior and if they deemed it psychotic they would beat him and then shove the pill down his throat. Sometimes when they were busy with their jobs they would let Simon do it instead and Ryan preferred those days for his brother was gentle. Caring." I don't want them to come up here. I'm fine. Furthermore, I have you, I'm fine." Ryan kept repeating as he stared at the attic door as though he were wiling it not to open and reveal his abusive parents, and he shook his head." No, stay with me. Stay with me. They won't do anything if you're around. They won't." He kept saying and club to Rebecca. Simon showed his parents to the dining room table so they could see the food was out and ready for the family to eat and went back to the kitchen to check on the corn-on-the-cob." Mom. Dad. Rebecca came home today she's upstairs with Ryan." Simon told them and ducked a blow from his father's hand as he protested against the treatment." I didn't have anything to do with it. She came in and said she had moved back, and I told her that I'd let you talk to her. It's up to you whether she stays or goes, I know this. That's why I said it." He explained, and their father stalked up the stairs towards the room where Ryan and Rebecca were currently in with their mother right behind him, a disapproving expression on her face. ((You can play the parents *nods*)) "I missed you to." She could feel his muscles tensing around her and the door slamming shut. Would they do something to her or her brother tonight? A small shudder came to her as she thought of it. "I'm not leaving." She whispered gently moving her head toward the door not wanting any of the beatings again. Simon's voice filtered through the house telling their parents that she was home. A few moments later she could hear footsteps coming up the stairs and sighed putting her hands to his shirt and clinging on to it. (I am bad at doubling I can't) Their father opened the attic door to stare down at Rebecca with an angry and nervous expression on his face." Leave Rebecca. We can't have you here. Social Services made it clear to us what would happen if they caught us anywhere near you." He told her sternly and his eyes flickered over to Ryan who was currently clinging to his twin and saw Rebecca's hands on Ryan's shirt as she clung to him too." Let go of Ryan and get out of our house. You don't live here anymore, and we won't get in trouble because of you." He told her and strode forward to pick Ryan up by his shirt, smacking Rebecca's hand aside as he dragged the boy out of the room and down the stairs. Their mother got in the way of Rebecca if the girl tried to go after Ryan and stared at her in a disapproving manner." Really, the nerve of you. I can't believe it. Was it you who called Social Services on us? Tell the truth." She demanded, staring at Rebecca and waited for the girl to confess. Simon saw his father coming downstairs, dragging Ryan along with him and grimaced. Most likely a beating would start, and then the pill would be forced down his brother's throat. Then they would sit down to have dinner as though nothing had happened. He knew the drill. Ryan squeezed his eyes shut as his father dragged him away from his twin. He knew what was going to come next but didn't say anything and only a soft whimper escaped his lips. (I hope you don't mind I'm putting the counselor at school called social services not her) She winced when the door was open and their father was standing right in the middle of the doorway. Now she was scared about what they would do to her. They thought she called social services on them but in reality someone else did. A counselor at school called them but not her. Her hands went after her brothers body that was being dragged and she stood up. "It wasn't me. Someone else called I swear." She wanted to stay and could her parents see that Ryan had changed? Rebecca's mother shook her head at her daughter and wondered just how far the girl would go to ruin them all. She didn't know what to believe, but Rebecca was saying she didn't do it and the older woman gazed at her daughter as though trying to figure out if she were lying." If you didn't do, then who did?" She demanded, putting her hands on her hips as she stared Rebecca down, waiting for the girl to confess for even if she hadn't called Social Services directly, she was sure her daughter had something to do with it. After all no one called Social Services without proof of abuse and that meant someone had to admit to being abused or the person calling them had to have seen actual physical marks on the one in question. She and her husband never put physical marks on their children in places where it could be seen on a normal day so that meant someone had to have seen Rebecca's abuse and the only way that could happen would be if Rebecca showed them herself. Thus implicating her in the whole phone call. Or so her mother believed." Well, Rebecca?" Her mother demanded as she waited for the girl to confess. Downstairs, Ryan had been dragged into his father's bedroom and the door had closed behind them." Rebecca is not in your life anymore. Accept that and take your pill like a good boy. You should listen to us, your parents, for we know what is best for you." Ryan's father told him and waited to hear what his son had to say. Usually Ryan denied that Rebecca wasn't in his life anymore and refused to take his pill and stated he didn't want to listen to them because they didn't have his best interests at heart. It was the only time he ever got emotional. So his father didn't expect that to change. Especially not when Rebecca had returned. For some reason. So he was surprised when Ryan nodded." She isn't in my old life anymore. I have a new life now, and she is in that one. Give me my pill. I know I should listen to you because you really do have my best interests at heart. You tried to make me see that my old life and my old sister would never return, so I could move forward to embrace the ones right in front of me. I couldn't see that until now. Thank you, dad." Ryan said and took the pill out of his father's hand to pop it in his mouth and swallowed it without any liquid to gaze up at him happily and then stood up a bit shakily and managed to walk out of the room on his own. His father remained on the bed, blinking as he tried to figure out what had just happened. Rebecca backed away from her mother when she put her hands on her hips. "I don't know ok. Honest." She put up her hand in scouts honor hoping somehow she would believe her daughter. It was a counselor at school, but Rebecca would not tell her mother that since she would freak. She would fight to stay here and be with her twin brother again. Hoping that Ryan would never be hurt over this. If there was no way of her staying she would leave but what about her twin brother. Tears began to fill her eyes as she thought of her leaving and her brother going into a depressed state again. Her mother shook her head for she didn't really know if she could believe her daughter, after all this whole mess started right about the time Rebecca had tried to stop them from beating Ryan that one time. But maybe it was a coincidence." Well, you can't stay here. We won't risk our security with you in the house. So you'll have to leave immediately. Go on now, shoo." Rebecca's mother told her and 'shooed' her out of the attic, one step behind her as she shooed her daughter down the stairs to towards the door. Ryan's father came walking out of the bedroom, having gotten over his shocked surprise over Ryan's words and saw his wife with Rebecca." That girl is a menace. Get her out of here. Before Ryan sees." He ordered and glanced around surreptitiously as though he expected Ryan to be out and about at any minute and opened the front door to throw his daughter outside. Somehow she knew this was going to happen. The fact that she was thrown out of her own house. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she knew that she would never be able to say bye to her twin brother this time. At least last time she could say goodbye but now. She picked up her bags and took a look at Simon knowing that he knew she would never be able to stay. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the house not looking back and to her car. She stayed in her car not knowing where she would be able to sleep. She would probably end up staying in the car tonight and be cold. Furthermore, she put her hands on the wheel and then her head. Why couldn't she stay with her twin brother. At least she got to see him for a bit. Ryan sensed something was wrong, and he looked out the window of the dining room to see Rebecca outside with her bags in her hands as she made her way back out to her car and he frowned. What was going on? Why wasn't she staying with them? He thought she had come back to be with him again, and now she was leaving without a word? Ryan didn't understand, and he wanted to go after her but knew his parents would stop him, and then it occurred to him, what if he got Simon on his side? If Simon helped him, Ryan would be able to find his way to his twin again and everything would be right with the world, plus their parents didn't love Simon any more than they did him or Rebecca, so what was the point to staying? The only question was how to persuade Simon that leaving the house was the best thing for them all? There was one good thing about staying - they would always have food and shelter, but they ran the risk of being abused as well which was never a good thing and Ryan didn't want to go insane, and he felt as though he might if he stayed any longer here. Without Rebecca. He shakily made his way to his seat and sat down in it, his legs trembling a bit as he made use of them, but it was getting better day by day for it wasn't as though he hadn't used them in years. He just hadn't been exercising or walking or doing much to stay in shape so his legs and balance were a bit off, but that shouldn't be hard to fix. Ryan just had to get back in shape again. His parents came in for dinner along with Simon, and they started to eat and once dinner was over Simon cleared up the food and plates as their father went off to watch the news and sports on television and their mother went to her room to read a book. Ryan went over to where Simon was washing dishes and putting stuff away in the kitchen and nudged his brother." Help me get better so we can go live with Becca?" He asked in a low voice, looking at Simon in the hopes that perhaps the other would go along with it all and Simon blinked, not entirely sure if he knew what he was hearing." What the hell? Ryan, don't throw your life away for her - she will come and go out of our lives, you just have to live with that but don't get so attached, there is more to life than just Rebecca." He told Ryan and shook his head as he returned to washing dishes and Ryan pouted." But Simon, she's all alone now she said she had moved back here to live with us, and before she said she would be getting an apartment so we could live away from our parents. Don't you want to be rid of them?" He asked and Simon's hands paused on washing as though he were considering it and then shook his head." Even if I did want that, Rebecca doesn't have any money to rent an apartment with so put that thought out of your mind." He told his brother and Ryan frowned thinking about that. Simon was right, how could Rebecca rent an apartment when she had no money?" Can I get some food to take out to her? I think she's staying in her car outside our house." Ryan told Simon and his brother sighed as he put a piece of corn-on-the-cob, two pieces of fried chicken and a dollop of potatoes on a paper plate as he handed it to Ryan with a shake of his head." Don't let Dad see you. Mom will be in bed for the rest of the night, but there's still a chance Dad might see you." He warned and continued to clean up in the kitchen as Ryan silently crept off to find out if Rebecca was still in her car as he made his way carefully out the front door. Ryan walked down the path to find his twin's car still there, and he lightly rapped on the window." Food!" He called out softly as he held up the plate and smiled at her. As if their twin telepathy was working she looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. She thought she was going to come and stay here for a long time. Now she was going to go away and probably never see her brothers again. She debated about just driving off and leaving, but something held her back maybe seeing he was going to go talk to Simon. Her stomach was rumbling by the time Ryan had brought food out to her. Maybe she could just take him and leave. She had leaned her head against the window and then the loud rapping made her jump. A few moments later the door was opened, and she looked at the food. "Thanks. You know you can come with me right now. We can leave together." She said holding the plate and looking into his eyes. It was tempting, and he nearly went with her right then and there, but Simon's words echoed in his mind." But, you don't have any money to rent an apartment, do you?" Ryan asked, his voice still hopeful despite the words he spoke, and he bit his lip as he watched Rebecca wanting her to tell him it was going to be alright and that she had it taken care of." I don't want to live out of a car." He murmured, lowering his head, feeling a bit sad for he did want to be with her, but he wasn't inclined to live out of a car for the rest of his life. She started eating the food very happy to have something in her stomach. It had been a few hours since she ate, and she wanted more, but it was something. "I have enough money for about 2 months. I can find a job easily before the two months are up." She looked at him. A hand went to his arm when she saw his head lower to the ground. Ryan thought about it and nodded when he heard Rebecca had enough money for about two months." I want to go with you." He murmured as he raised his head to look up at his twin and chewed on his lip, wondering how much trouble they were going to get into when their parents found him gone. Ryan walked around to the other side of the car a bit more steadily for he was getting the hang of walking by himself now, and it was getting a bit easier to do, and he was happy for that. He put a hand out on the handle of the door to pull it open and slid into the passenger side seat as he waited for Rebecca to speak or drive off. If they wanted to make it without Simon realizing what he was doing they should go as quickly as possible. She put the rest of the food on the floor beside her and put her hands on the steering wheel then stopped. "What about Simon?" She asked looking back at the house wanting to save him to. Did he have a cell phone they could call and tell him to come out? They could be free once again to be a family and get close again. Something told her not to leave without Simon. If she took him Simon would get all the beatings. "Does he have a cell phone?" Ryan looked down at his feet when his twin asked about Simon and sighed. Simon was getting complicated, but he did bring up some good points. His brother had always looked out for him and he knew that his older brother only had his best interests at heart unlike their parents. But sometimes it was so hard to take his side over his twin's for he and Rebecca were connected more closely than anyone else." Simon thinks you will just leave me again so he doesn't want me to go with you now." He said, his lips forming into a pout even though he tried not to let the expression reach his lips but failed dismally. Simon didn't understand his and Becca's connection together and thought it was just a mental thing that didn't really exist. Ryan couldn't convince him otherwise and their parents thought the same which was part of the reason why they had tried to make Ryan forget her. The electric shock treatments and pills had been all to force him to not speak or think of his twin, and although they hadn't worked for the most part, Ryan had realized if he pretended to act the way they wanted him to the pain would stop. So he'd acted as though the last set of treatments and pills had worked, and his parents were happy and continued to give him dosages until he'd tried to kill himself. From that moment on he had been kept under guard by Simon and locked in the attic with no way of killing himself which had led to his eventual depression and his mental state was now a bit shaky, but it had started to get better once Rebecca had returned. Ryan didn't know what Simon thought of all this, but he was glad that his twin was back again, and he didn't want her to leave despite Simon telling him that she would." I don't know what to do, Becca." Rebecca watched the door as if expecting Simon to come out and come join them. The two twins were even in the same womb together meaning they were closer than any other siblings. Sighing she knew that Simon had been talking to him about her staying and the chances of her leaving again. When he said those words she looked back at him seeing the look on his face. "I told you guys I would not leave, and I want to get Simon. When they find out your gone they will take it out on him." Tried to kill himself? No one ever told her about that, and she did not know about it either. Simon had finished washing the dishes and was now waiting for them to dry before he put them away in the cupboard again. Ryan still hadn't returned, and he was beginning to worry about him. Had Rebecca tried to talk him into leaving? She better not have. He decided to go out and see what was keeping his brother and after making sure his parents were occupied in the bedroom and living room, Simon snuck out front. He saw Ryan and Rebecca sitting together in the front seat of the car and sighed, shaking his head for it appeared as though they were just talking. The car wasn't on after all. Simon went up to the car and rapped on the window lightly so as not to draw too much attention from the neighbors or from his own house." What the hell are you doing, Ryan? Get back inside before our parents notice you're not there." Simon exclaimed as his eyes flickered over to Rebecca and then moved away again to wait for his brother to listen. Ryan shook his head." Becca wants to take us both away from here. She has enough money for two months for an apartment, so let's go! Mom and Dad don't care about us anyway." He said and gave his brother a stubborn stare and Simon sighed knowing that look and chewed on his lip as he looked back at the house. No sign of movement from inside so that was good." Fine. But you two listen to what I say and do what I think is best for us. If we get caught we're all done for. Where's this money you have, Rebecca?" Simon asked as he got into the back seat and held out his hand for the cash for he was going to take control of this if he was a part of this escape plan. Ryan looked over at his twin." Becca?" He said hopefully. Rebecca looked up and noticed that Simon had come out of the house. No she would not let him go back into the house. Even though he seemed mad at her for some reason she still loved him as a brother. "Hey wait a minute. This is my plan, and you think I can't fend for myself?" No one is in control of her, and she did not hand over the money. "It's in my bank account I can show you how much I have, but that card is staying with me." She looked at him not wanting to be walked over like a dog. This was her doing to save them both, but she would not allow Simon to do this to her. Simon shook his head as Rebecca refused to give him control." What makes you think we can trust you? You left once already, what's to prevent you from doing so again? You want to take us both away from this house and blindly trust you, but you won't give us the money. What are we supposed to do if you end up leaving again? We won't have a place to stay, a car or any money. This is not a good plan. I'll admit if you want to have some control over it I suppose we can share it since it was your plan and your car and all. But you've got to compromise too. If you don't, I'm taking Ryan before you can corrupt him any further. At least here we have food and a house even if we do get beaten. If you leave without giving us any money for whatever reason we're dead." Simon said as he frowned at her, glaring for she really didn't have a clue about how life worked did she? Ryan didn't like the fact that Simon and Rebecca were fighting, they had always fought before, but he'd hated it then too, and he scrunched down into his seat as he bit his lip... Rebecca would not give him her money. The money she worked so hard for to keep and get back here. "It's my money. If I was going to leave I would have done it already. We can go find a place right now. I have a car now, don't I? We can take turns using it. Why would you take Ryan away from me when he seems much happier and different now?" She could feel the tension building up from Ryan and sighed. "Either get in or you're going to end up here getting beaten because I'm taking Ryan." "Fine, you can take care of most of the money but you have to give us some. You can't foresee the future, what if you get killed? Or what if someone kidnaps you or drags you away from us? I know it may seem unlikely, but there is always the possibility. Give us some money at least just in case of an emergency, and I'll let us depend on you for the rest." Simon said as he crossed his arms and raised a brow when Rebecca told him to get into the car." If you haven't already noticed, I am already in your car, Rebecca." He said from the back seat and wondered where her brain had gone off to but disregarded that for that was not the important part right now, what was important was this money. He was taking a chance depending on her for him and his brother, but he'd do it as long as she gave them some emergency cash. She had to see the logic in this. It wasn't as though she was invincible and could swear that she wouldn't die on them or be kidnapped or dragged away, after all this was the real world and things happened all the time. If she refused again, Simon would forcibly drag Ryan away if he had to and back into the house for this plan was not going to work, especially if he and Rebecca couldn't cooperate with each other... (Sorry I did not realize that he was already in the car) Rebecca rolled her eyes as he thought something was going to happen. "Alright but you two need to get jobs. I can't support all of you forever." Soon they were on the road driving away from the car hoping her parents were not going to follow. "We need to find a place far away from here." She whispered keeping her eyes on the road and looking back in case they did start to follow them. Then they would be in big trouble. Simon nodded when Rebecca finally gave in somewhat and relaxed in the back seat as he watched the car pull away from the curb and their parents house disappeared in the distance. It was as though they were leaving a bad dream behind, and it felt good. Ryan smiled too for he already felt better now that the people he considered his family were all together minus the bad parts which were their abusive parents." Do you have a job, Rebecca? You know when they find we're all gone they will look up where you live and what your job is. We'll have to move to another place and use different names if we don't want them to find us. But the bad part of that is how will we get paid using fake names?" Simon asked as he looked at his sister wondering if she had thought this far ahead for they were minors in the world, still under their parents as dependents which meant their parents could come looking for them, and they would be informed of their whereabouts should they demand to know. That was the bad thing about being underage and all. Ryan looked over at Rebecca and then looked back at Simon." She knows that, Simon. She probably has this all set up, right Becca?" Ryan asked as he looked over at his twin with a smile and settled back against his seat fully trusting. She tapped her fingers looking out at the road sighing with relief when they did not find them. They could move a few hours away. "The next city is three hours away we can go there. I don't have a job yet, but I will shortly. I don't plan on staying in the apartment for very long during the day. We can change our names, and then we all find jobs." At least her twin brother was trusting her as she set out for the three-hour journey. Simon nodded when Rebecca spoke of possibly living in the next city which was around three hours away. It was still relatively close by, but it might do since their parents probably didn't think they would stay so close to their former residence." Okay." He said when Rebecca spoke of getting a job shortly, and he sighed, sometimes he thought too much, but that was only because he had been forced to grow up faster than any of them since he had to look out for Rebecca and Ryan and take care of them. Until Rebecca had been taken away. Then it was just Ryan he had to help, and he also took care of the cooking, the cleaning and everything else that had to be done including the stuff their parents dropped on him. Simon really had a rough life." We'll have to try and get in without doing paperwork because that requires social security numbers. So I guess only look for jobs that pay under the table or that don't require paperwork or background checks." He said, going through all the steps that could possibly lead to their parents finding them. Sometimes he was too much of a paranoid freak.but he was really trying to help. Truly. Ryan smiled as he heard his sister and brother stop arguing and instead start to work together." Love you guys." Ryan said with a smile on his face, his eyes still closed as he leaned back against the passenger seat... If they change their names they can get a social insurance number. "Anyone want to stop in the next town get something to eat? I am starving. If we change our names then our social insurance numbers will be changed." She said happily knowing no one would object. When Ryan said love you she smiled and put her hand on her arm and sighed. Was this a good thing? Now they would be wondering where Ryan and Simon were. Simon nodded when Rebecca spoke of changing their names and getting issued new SSNs and sighed to himself for it was inevitable that sometime in the future one of them would slip up, and their parents would find them and god knew what would happen then. Ryan woke up when Rebecca asked if they wanted to get something to eat, and he nodded." I'm hungry." Simon smirked as he looked over at his brother." You're always hungry Ryan." They exchanged a look and a laugh which made them smile for they hadn't had any reason to laugh for quite a long time, and it was nice to hear that they could still do so. The food that Ryan was nice enough to bring out had already eaten by her and her stomach growled. She laughed when they made they joke, and it was just like old times. They were almost out of the boundaries of their home, and she would need gas soon. "We need gas and I think we can stop for food around the gas station." She asked looking around for the one she was thinking of. Simon nodded when Rebecca let them know that the car needed gas, and he looked around to see how far the nearest one was and saw one in the distance." You think you can make it to that one up there? Are you on low fuel already or no?" He asked as he peered over her shoulder to see whether the red light was on or not and Ryan started to look around for possible food places near the gas station." Can we get McDonald's? I haven't had fast food in ages, Dad wouldn't let us get any..." Ryan said with a sigh and his eyes sparkled at the thought of french fries and burgers and chicken and fish and Flurries and apple pies and ice cream and yogurt parfaits and all the other good stuff McDonald's had to offer. She spotted the one that he was talking to and looked at her fuel gauge. "Yeah I think I can." She asked speeding up a bit just in case. Not going over the speed limit though. "Yeah we can go to McDonald's I think there is one close." The thought of McDonald's was good, but they would need to keep it down to a minimum. Soon they would need to get jobs and quickly. Ryan looked healthier already, and he had a brightness to his face that hadn't been there in ages and Simon could tell that being with Rebecca was good for him, he only hoped that nothing bad would happen to her. If she left again no matter the reason he would make sure they never saw each other again, one way or another. For she truly had way too much control over Ryan and that was NOT healthy. But for now he would trust her for it seemed Ryan already did and so who was he to stand in the way? Everyone deserved a second chance. But not a third." Can I get a chicken meal with lots of barbecue sauce and a Coke and an Oreo McFlurry and an Apple Pie?" Ryan asked and Simon shook his head as he looked over at his brother, raising an eyebrow in his direction." You sure you can eat all that Ryan? Why don't you just get the meal for now? We don't have that much money, and you don't want to spend all of Rebecca's money on this one meal. I'll just get a quarter pounder with cheese meal and a Coke, Rebecca." He told her and Ryan made a face at Simon's word but nodded." I'll just get the Chicken Nugget meal with a Coke then." Ryan said with a sigh and looked over at Rebecca to see what she would be getting. In the past they'd gotten chicken nugget meals together with Cokes, had she changed? She was not going to leave the two of them now. A few moments later they pulled into the gas station, and she got gas quite fast. Since there was a chance their parents could be around she was fast and then got back into the car. That was a few years ago that she had gotten a chicken meal. "Yeah please keep it to a meal. When we find a place we need to go shopping for food." She said pulling away and heading toward the McDonald's that was just down the street. It was still evening, so their parents probably hadn't even realized that they were missing. They didn't care about Rebecca and thought Ryan was up in the attic sleeping and Simon had been washing dishes, but his father assumed he'd gone up to bed. Right now their parents were asleep in bed, not being any the wiser and probably wouldn't be until morning came. Simon waited for Rebecca to pull up to the drive-through and found that he was a bit hungry himself even though he'd just eaten a few hours ago. It must be because of all the stress they had gotten themselves into, and he sighed, shaking his head. What had possessed him to actually listen to these two? He should have simply dragged Ryan back into the house and bid Rebecca goodbye. Ryan was content with being back with his twin sister again for his world revolved around her. With her back he was happy again and only wanted things to continue in this way for everything was working out perfectly now, and he hoped they could be a family again. Without their parents who had only made things worse with their words of 'this is for the best' and 'it hurts me more than it hurts you' speeches. When she pulled up into the McDonald's parking lot she ordered what they needed and then went up to the next window to pay. She handed the two their dinners and had hers on her laps. "We'll have to continue to the next town even though it's dark. I will need to paint my car in case they saw it." A few moments later they were out of the parking lot and driving down the road again. Ryan took his meal and started to eat the fresh fries right away which tasted so incredibly good that he nearly swooned with pleasure." Soooo good! Try one, Becca." He said and offered a fry to her, leaning over to put one into her mouth and grinned as he peered over to try and see what his twin had gotten." What did you get?" Ryan asked, his eyes sparkling as he gazed at her. Simon took his meal from his sister and started to eat the fries as well since they were the first things that could go stale within a few minutes. The burgers kept and so did the fish and chicken but for some reason the fries didn't." Not bad. Haven't had someone cook for me in ages. I've always been the one doing all the cooking." He remarked and continued to eat... A small smile appeared across her lips when he said how good they were. It was hot, but she managed to eat it and then took a few more from her bag. "Chicken burger and fries. These is going to be different now." She said as she continued to drive digging her hands into the McDonald's bag every few moments to get some fries. Ryan looked over at his twin sister and nodded when she told him that things were going to be different from now on, and he smiled." As long as we're not around our parents things should be fine. I like change but I want you and I to stay the same. We were happy together, remember?" He asked as he looked up at his sister and wrapped an arm around her arm for he wanted to be closer to her since he hadn't been around her in quite some time. Simon didn't say much because he was eating. She let him wrap his arm around hers and would eat later on. A few more moments and they were in the other town. "Yes. Let's find a hotel to sleep in for tonight then tomorrow we will look for an apartment." She said pulling up in a cheap hotel for the night. It had to be cheap because she did not have a lot of money on her. Simon and Ryan nodded when Rebecca told them that they should find a hotel to sleep in for the night and tomorrow would look for an apartment. If she had enough cash for two months in a cheap apartment that meant they would have enough for one month in an apartment since they'd spent some on McDonald's and a hotel for tonight and probably needed some for food as well. Pulling up to the apartment they got out, waiting for Rebecca to come back with the keys and hotel number. When she did, they went up to the room, unlocked the door and Simon threw himself onto one of the twin beds there with a sigh. Ryan went over to the other bed and sat down, relaxing as well for he and Rebecca used to sleep together when they were young, it wasn't anything sexual. Just twin closeness. It took a few minutes because she did not have a credit card, and it was late at night. A few minutes later she came into the hotel. "Eh not bad." She did not like what it looked like but what do you expect for a cheap hotel. Well there were two beds, and she assumed Ryan would like to sleep with her like they did when they were kids. It would seem very awkward because she had not done it in a long time. "Well we might as well get some sleep. We need to leave early and get an apartment." Nothing could ever be awkward between the two of them with their parents out of the picture and Ryan was happy to sleep with his twin for he trusted her without question. He smiled and snuggled close to Rebecca not even getting out of his clothing for he just wanted to be near her and remember what she smelled like in case their parents caught up with them and tried to drag them away. Simon was out like a light for he was exhausted. Had their parents seen her car? Would they follow them here or go looking for them? Rebecca allowed Ryan to snuggle up to her while she stayed up most of the night worrying about what was going to happen. A hand was placed on her twins as he fell asleep wanting to never let him go. He yawned as he snuggled up to Rebecca and then fell asleep while she placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling content for the first time in a long time. A few moments later she was asleep but had been worrying all that time. Her snoring was very faint but it was there. Morning came finally but Ryan and Simon were still asleep.(You do remember that you were going to start the plot we discussed over PM right? That's what I'm waiting for since you are initiating it) (But can you play the parents please? I am terrible at doubling.) She woke up and started coughing. She had forgotten she inhaler, and now she was going to have an attack. If she had her inhaler then it would not be so bad but because she forgot it then she will have an attack. How would her brothers react to this attack? A few moments later they could hear her wheezing. Ryan woke up first because he was more in tune with his twin while Simon continued to sleep through it all. The teenager rolled over to see if she was simply coughing or if she was having one of her rare attacks for Rebecca had seemingly gotten over her asthma. It had been a childhood thing when they were little and as time went by she had not needed it, and they thought she had been cured which had been a miracle. But now it seemed as though it wasn't gone at all. Perhaps it had merely been held off." Becca? Do you have your inhaler with you or did you throw them out when you didn't need them anymore?" Ryan asked, trying to remain calm for if he could make her calm things would be fine until they were able to get what Becca needed, and he waited to see what she would say. Simon was still sleeping for night was the only time he could afford to rest. It had been like that for years now and old habits were hard to break. Plus he was a heavy sleeper. However, he stirred when Rebecca kept coughing, and he mumbled something as he turned over and tried not to let whatever it was that was around bother him, not knowing Rebecca was having an attack. That was true she had gotten over her asthma but the last few weeks she had been getting them again. Not bad but she did not think too much of it since she was stressing about coming back here. Now that there was a chance her parents could come and find them it triggered this one. A small shake of the head answered his question as she took in a slight gasp while gripping the sheet with one of her hands. She was getting worried this might turn into something bad. She did not expect any reaction out of Simon and maybe that was a good thing. That would just make him worry about her even more. Ryan didn't know what to do. His sister had shaken her head but did that mean she did have her inhaler with her or that she had thrown them out because she'd assumed she wouldn't need them anymore?" Which one, Becca? I don't understand! Nod once for you have the inhaler or shake your head if you threw the inhaler out!" He exclaimed wanting to make it easier on her since she couldn't really speak and ran over to the other bed to wake up Simon, shaking him as he tried to wake up his older brother for Simon was good at this sort of things. Simon stirred as Ryan shook him, and he grumbled, rolling over to open his eyes, seeing Ryan standing over him with a worried look on his face." What's going on, Ryan?" When he heard that Rebecca was having an attack Simon frowned and looked over at their sister to see how far along she was and grimaced. He remembered these attacks quite well, but he'd thought she was over them by now, and he sighed, shaking his head as he climbed out of bed to go over to her." Rebecca? Can you breathe? Slow and deep. Let it out nice and easy." Simon said as he waited for her to get a grip on herself. If she couldn't, he would have to go find a way to make it easier on her. She shook her head hoping this would pass. A big inhale only came as a wheeze and then she coughed again. There was no way she could speak right now she was too weak and out of breath to do that. There were a couple times when she stopped breathing, and they had to breathe for her. She hoped this wasn't one of those bad kinds that she would stop breathing. It was getting to the point of her not being able to breathe. She tried to listen to Simon, and it was a shaky wheezing breath that came out in a gust. She shook her head not really being able to. Simon realized that Rebecca was going to experience one of her old attacks, and she needed an inhaler, and he thought quickly." Ryan. Keep an eye on her, make sure she continues to breathe slowly even if its wheezy it's fine as long as air is coming in. I'll be back, off to get an inhaler." He told his brother and set off as Ryan nodded, moving over to his sister and looked down at her worriedly. Simon went out of the hotel and headed over to a CVS he'd seen not too far away, entering to find a variety of inhalers in the store. Without giving it a second thought he took it from the shelf, put it in his pocket and then left, the person at the register sleeping on the job and headed back. He went into the hotel again and then made his way up the stairs to where he'd left Ryan and Rebecca as he knocked on the door. Ryan went over to see who it was and then opened it to admit his brother and Simon went over to Rebecca and gave her the inhaler." Everything should be fine now." Where would he find an inhaler at this hour. She gripped the blankets and by the time Simon came back she was almost unconscious but was able to use it. She put it to her mouth and pressed the button. Nothing helped. Then she did it a second time and allowed the medication to enter her lungs. It was not her type of medication so it did not help much. "You still remember what to do if I stop breathing right? You can't call the hospital because of our parents." Her voice was hoarse, and she coughed a few times between certain words. Simon heard her speak and knew this inhaler was only temporary, and he shook his head at Rebecca's words for it didn't matter. She was his sister and Ryan's, and he wasn't going to let her suffer like this because even if he hadn't forgiven her for what she had done to Ryan in the past she was still their sister." If it gets bad enough you're going to the hospital. I'll just say we don't have insurance and fill out paperwork with fake names and addresses. It's not as though you have to pay to get admitted, they send you a bill later." He said and looked over at Ryan as they waited to see how Rebecca would turn out and if she would need a ride to the hospital or not. She shook her head just like when she was younger she did not like hospitals. "I'm not going." She leaned back on her pillow trying to take deeper breaths. "You do everything you can for me here. I won't die." Her voice was hoarse, and she laid her head against the pillow wanting to just relax. At least this time was not that bad well not at the beginning anyway. Simon sighed as he shook his head. Rebecca would get hospital treatment if that was the only way she could survive, but he would make sure he did everything he could up until then to see if he could make her better without anyone else's help." Relax. Breathe deep in and out as best you can. If you need help use the inhaler, it might not be your medicine, but it's as close as I could get it so it should work fairly well for you." He told her and Ryan looked on worriedly as he looked from Simon to Rebecca and watched. How did Simon get the inhaler anyway? They had no money and he must have stolen it. She would have given him the money if he needed it. A small nod came to her as she put the inhaler to her mouth again and pressed the button. It seemed to be working but not much. Maybe she would not stop breathing. Leaning back she took a deep breath and laid her head on the pillow.(Do you mind if she stops breathing or...) Simon knew they would have to get Rebecca an inhaler with her own medicine, and he sighed, shaking his head for he didn't know how to do that without actually going to their old doctor. Maybe Rebecca knew her prescription." You know your prescription, Rebecca? How do you want to go about doing this?" He asked, waiting to see what his sister would say for he'd forgotten since it had been such a long time ago but if she remembered part of it he was sure he could remember the rest. Ryan spoke then, letting Simon know what Rebecca's prescription was so that his twin didn't have to talk and Simon looked over him oddly. It was probably the twin connection. He wrote it down and then left the two of them. Simon intended to get the medicine so she could use the inhaler and get better. He left the apartment once more and ended up at a pharmacy nearby and gave the man the prescription that Rebecca needed, promising to pay. Normally the pharmacy would not accept giving out free medicine but the man working that day happened to have won the lottery earlier that day, not for much but enough so that he could quit the job at the end of his shift. So he gave it away for free and waited for his shift to end. Simon hurried back to the apartment and put the medicine into the inhaler giving it back to Rebecca as he waited. She would be fine, right? She would need to give him some money to get the prescription, but she needed it. Slowly she turned away from Ryan and pointed toward on of the bags. She sent a message to her brother, but it was also in her purse. She coughed against harshly. It was on a little white piece of paper in her purse. Something she always kept with her in case something happened to her. Before he left she gave him her bank card and password so he could pay for it. A relief washed over her when she saw him come back with the medication. She could not grab it enough and put it into her mouth then squeezed. It was not going to be one of her worst. She took a few breaths and put it beside her. "Thanks." She whispered. Simon had gotten the prescription for free due to dumb luck and didn't need to use any of Rebecca's money, and he returned to where she and Ryan were currently staying to put the medicine into the inhaler. Once his sister was fine he sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back on the bed to watch her." I didn't know you were still like this, maybe we should just go to social services and tell them what's been going on with Ryan. They'll take him to a better place and perhaps you, and he can visit each other every day or you two might get in with the same family. I'll probably need to return home since they didn't abuse me but you two would have a life." He told them and Ryan looked over at his brother, a frown on his face as he shook his head. Ryan didn't want to leave Simon even though he would prefer to be with his sister over his brother, but that was just a twin thing, he and Becca had always shared a connection Simon, and he would never have." I don't want you to leave." Ryan told him and Simon heard noises outside at that moment that sounded suspiciously like their father, and he froze, shaking his head as he held up a finger for silence, listening to the voice coming from outside and recognized their father's voice. They would have to run for it but not everyone would make it." I'm going to distract him and have him go after me. You two run for the car and get as far away as possible and head to social services and let them know what they did to Ryan. You should be able to get placed with a nice family, I'll be fine." Simon told them and then opened the door to see their father a few feet away, his eyes crazy and Simon took off running in the opposite direction which caused the older man to race after him. Simon's plan was working, all that remained was that Rebecca and Ryan got to safety. To have a better life. She used the inhaler twice and then leaned back on the bed hoping this would not set them back any. They were getting close and now this happened. Since their parents would be looking for them, they should only go out late at night somewhere. She shook her head about his idea. "No we are sticking together. If we take Ryan out of their then we don't know what they would do to you." She turned her head towards Simon. Slowly she went over and shut off the lights and made sure the door was locked. How could they have found them? They couldn't get into the room without a pass key. "Simon no." She screamed after him not wanting him to get into trouble or get hurt. They couldn't go to social services they would probably separate them. Tears filled her eyes. Technically Simon had just saved her and now this. Ryan didn't know what to do at first when Simon rushed out the door but didn't try and open it since he was afraid of his brother's sacrifice being in vain. The owner of the hotel had given their father the key to the room the kids were staying in and so if Simon hadn't done this all three of them would have been discovered and taken back by force to their abusive home. So it was a good thing Simon had done it." Becca, we should go and take care of things like Simon said before the authorities find us and send us home to where Simon will be. We don't want to disappoint him and I don't want to be separated from you, and you know he'll do that." He said, talking about their father and looked up at Rebecca with pleading eyes. They should do as Simon said. How did their father find them? She stood watching Simon run away until she could not see him anymore. He had sacrificed himself to save the other two siblings. The tears came down her cheeks as she knew he was gone, and a small shrug came to her shoulders. "Well we have to get out of this hotel then and fast let's pack up." She said quietly shutting the hotel door and starting packing again. Ryan clung to Rebecca as he watched Simon and their father dash off on a heated chase that led the older man farther away from them so they would be able to get away from their abusive father. "What are we going to do, Becca?" He asked, not knowing what to do because he'd always depended on his twin sister or Simon and now that Simon was gone all that was left was Rebecca and Ryan looked up at her waiting to hear what she had to say. They should probably follow Simon's advice and go to Social Services to tell them what their father did to Ryan and try and get themselves removed from his custody to be with another family that would take care of them properly. That was what Simon had wanted. She hugged him quickly back and then gently pulled away. "We need to get out of here and go to social services. They will put us with Simon somewhere." She sighed and started packing up the stuff they had left behind. "Also we have to hurry we don't know how long Simon can hold him off." Ryan nodded when Rebecca told him what they needed to do and went to Social Services where they told them what their father was really like. Social Services took care of the necessary paperwork after checking up on their story and after finding out that Rebecca had been taken away from the father before for such abuse they thought the man abusing his son next was only logical. So things were put into motion, and they were in the process of putting Ryan with another family when it occurred to them perhaps Rebecca's family might want another kid and called them up to see if they would be acceptable to such a thing. Ryan looked over at his sister. "You think they will want me?" He asked, looking back at his twin, hopefully. Social Services couldn't do anything regarding Simon because the father hadn't touched or abused Simon so he would have a trial period with the kid and if he did do anything to him Simon would be removed from his custody as well. "What are they like?" Ryan asked Rebecca. Rebecca sighed with relief when they were told they were going to ask them if Ryan could stay with them. "They are really nice people. When I wanted to go see my family they told me I could. Just as long as I keep in touch with them. I think they will like you." She said putting her arm around him and hugging him so he would not be scared. At least now their parents could not touch them from where they were staying right now. The police were only a call away. Ryan still clung to Rebecca despite her words for he didn't want to let go of her, what if she tried to save him like Simon had? Then he would be alone, and he couldn't stand that so he continued to cling to his sister, unable to let go until they had been taken to Rebecca's home with Social Services that had paperwork for the family to fill out so they could adopt Ryan as well. "What about Simon?" Ryan asked as he looked over at his twin and then at the new family he was being inducted into, for he didn't want to leave his brother behind with their abusive father. Not to mention their mother. Even though their mother had done some nasty things to them, she had only done it to avoid getting beaten herself, and so she couldn't be found at fault, Ryan liked her for when she punished it didn't hurt as badly as when his father did. "What about Simon, Becca?" He asked again, pulling at her sleeve, his attitude that of a little boy rather than a teenager.

Psychotic Brother love (Saku and silverroses2009)|rating:4.0

Love is blind (CyranoDeBergerac and EE)

(was a quiet, sunny day out, and the birds and squirrels and college students, or soon to be incoming freshmen were all out enjoying the weather. The little town was a pleasant place to be, largely focused on the university and year round tourism. The ocean could be heard and seen from many vantage points, and filled the air with a delightful tang, salty and invigoratingly crisp. One student in particular got several long, curious glaces as she sat at an outside table of a quiet café, sipping from a mug. One of the reasons was that the young woman was pretty short, noticeably under five foot tall. The other was that she was accompanied by a fairly large and long gorgeous standard poodle, sitting attentively by the girl. Emily was in a cute little jacket and jeans, while the dog was in a soft harness, including a vest that said 'Sorry, I'm working now!' The human woman seemed content to sit quietly and ignore any of the looks she got, while the dog kept a watchful eye on any of the people passing by. But in truth, Emily was waiting for someone, Thalia. The Office For Students With Disabilities had set up the meeting, pairing an older student with an incoming freshman to see how they got along, and if Emily felt comfortable rooming with her. Not everyone could handle or wanted to live with the handicapped and her dog. Said dog let out a quiet little noise as someone approached, not a bark or growl or anything aggressive, just a little 'I see you' noise, to help her beloved human. Emily, behind her cute dark blue sunglasses, just tilted her head and waited, not about to yell out at random people, asking if they were Thalia. That was undignified. Besides, Emily herself had gotten there plenty early, so she wasn't expecting Thalia for a few minutes more. (Greene was running late. It wasn't a particularly rare occurrence, but she was still kicking herself all the same. It was only a week before classes started in the fall, and she had promised herself that she would be more responsible as she came up on her senior year at Crystal Cove University. Part of that newfound goal of responsibility had been to volunteer as one of the potential roommates for an incoming student who was blind. Thalia had gotten up early to make sure her apartment was pristine for when they came back to tour the space. She had lost track of time reading articles online about how to interact with a blind person- a person who is blind, for the first time. Then she had taken extra time in the shower, figuring that since it didn't matter if she looked nice meeting Emily that she should at least smell nice. When she checked her phone when's she stepped out of the shower and found that she only had five minutes to get to the café down the block. She quickly threw on a plain pair of panties, no bra, dark jeans, the first shirt she grabbed from her drawer and a black jacket. Completing the look with a pair of black boots she hurried down the steps of her second floor apartment building, trying to move quickly, but not so quickly that she ended up defeating the purpose of the shower in the first place. Her hair was still wet and the scent of her timber shampoo-body wash was on her a little strong. Her boots clicked on the floor of the café as she walked up to Emily's table, recognizing her and Shiva from the picture the Director of the Disabilities Office had emailed her. Thalia had to bite her lip to avoid reacting to the cute little yip that Shiva gave when she stepped forward." Emily," She said, her voice slightly higher with her nerves, "I'm Thalia, it's really nice to meet you." She said making eye contact even though she knew that Emily could not see her. Reflexively she moved to extend her hand and then blushed as she caught herself. "I'm going to sit down now. Would you like me to ask if the café has braille menus?" Thalia asked as she pulled out the metal chair and took her seat across from Emily. She waited for an answer to the question before signalling for one of the waitresses, a classmate of Thalia's, then she said. "So how was your trip up, you're from Georgia right?" Thalia asked, not entirely confident about the state. Emily, of course, ignored the hand, but she did put a warm, friendly smile on and added a little extra enjoyment to her soft voice. "Oh, hello Thalia, it's super nice to meet you too!" She chirped, also slightly nervous but also excited about college, and a roommate and everything. The blind girl held out a hand, mostly in the direction of her potential roommate. "I'm Emily of course, and this is Shiva. Unfortunately, she's on duty right now, but you all can officially meet soon. " Thalia smelled interesting.... What was that scent, fresh cut wood? It wasn't quite masculine, and it certainly wasn't off-putting, smelling quite pleasant indeed. But it was an unusual scent. Makes me think someone's a bit of a soft butch... Interesting. "Please sit, yes absolutely." She laughed softly, pleased, touched by the offer and the thoughtfulness it implied... And that Thalia had probably done at least a little bit of research. The tiny blonde had a good laugh, the sound almost reaching out to caress one's ears, throaty and with a little bit of mischievous joy barely contained within. "Thank you, but I already had the poor waitress read the whole menu to me. She was really sweet about it, and I'll give her a good tip. But I very much appreciate you thinking about it. Are you in the mood for a real meal, or just snacks and drinks? I'm leaning towards food, myself. I'll treat. Well, actually, the school is treating, since you're here as part of the accommodation program. But you know." She nodded, letting more of her natural accent show, slow and meandering, stretching out some words and mashing up many of the consonants. "Yep, sure am. Savannah, Georgia, third-weirdest city in the country." Despite any possible sting to the words, her voice was fond. "An easy trip, and I enjoyed hanging out with my parents. They are probably hanging out around here somewhere, observing you, pulling up your police record and driving tickets and such. " Her grin was possibly teasing, possibly not. Hard to say. Leaning in, just slightly, Emily brushed a strand of hair from her face. "How about you?" Her voice changed slightly once again, attempting to copy the more clipped, brisk way she interpreted a more Yankee accent. "You're from up above the Mason Dixon line, aren't ya? What is that, Boston, Philadelphia? How did you end up down in beautiful Crystal Cove?" Thalia's body shook slightly in joy when Emily spoke. She soundedsocute! The whole package was adorable, blonde hair, the southern accent, her size, her voice, all of. At 5'3" looking at her across the table actually made Thalia feel tall for once. She took Emily's hand in her own, shaking it slightly. Thalia's fingers were relatively thin, and the palms of her hands were slightly calloused from weight lifting, but besides that they were pretty normal. She wouldn't say she had rough hands, but Emily might disagree." Yinz are too cute, it'd be great to live with a dog again." There was a slight sadness in her voice when she made that cheerful statement. Her family's dog, Rachel had died at the age of eleven this past summer. Thalia let Emily's hand drop, sparing a quick look for Shiva before running a hand through her hair and looking over at the waitress. "Yeah, Jessa's a sweetie. She was in my Intro to Psych course freshman year. And yeah I can totally eat, I might have skipped breakfast to clean the apartment and shower today." There was a little bit of embarrassment in her voice and she felt heat moving to her cheeks. At the mention of her parents possibly checking her driving record a look of sheer horror went across her face and then a laugh as her face went red and an embarrassed noise came out of her mouth and nose. " Oh God I am the worst driver. And just so you know, I'm blushing a ton right now." She said resting her hands in her face for a second. Then when she asked about where she was from and how she ended up here she smiled and let her hands drop. "I'm from Pittsburgh. As for how I ended up here, let's just say Admissions is perfect and recruiting cute girls." Thalia said leaving the meaning of that statement deliberately ambiguous. Emily smiled cheerfully as they shook hands, her own soft and slightly plump, not the least bit fat, but with enough padding to be delightfully warm and extremely pleasant to hold. She kind of regretted letting go of Thalia's hand... It had been a while since she had much physical contact with a lady that she liked. And so far, the older student was coming across as extremely fun and thoughtful. She hadn't exhibited any real awkwardness in dealing with Emily's blindness, just treating it like a thing that wasn't all that unusual, but still occasionally could use a bit of assistance. She was definitely at the top of the list so far. The other two girls she had interviewed before Thalia had been sweet, but one kept awkwardly tripping over realizing Emily can do certain things, like read without Braille or see offered handshakes or facial expressions. The second one had been quite interested in being quoted a social media influencer, and had been a little too enthusiastic about taking Emily to places where they could get a lot of photographs. She didn't mind people receiving a bit of credit or praise for helping her, but she certainly didn't want to be a prop for a kind of shallow girls Instagram accolades. She still had one more potential roommate to interview after this, but Thalia was definitely in the lead currently. She giggled as her new friend used a very specific regional colloquialism. Furthermore, she definitely caught the tinge of sadness in the other woman's words, but wasn't sure how to reply. "Ooh! I figured out where you're from!" She giggled, clearly proud of herself. "If we do decide to live with you, I have absolutely no problems with you playing with Shiva whenever she's not working. That does lead me to a good couple of questions though. If I'm sick or something, are you willing to take Shiva on walks? She's of course better house-trained than most humans, and doesn't make messes, but still needs her exercise. Normally I'm more than capable of giving her enough, but I just want to make sure. And you probably know this, but absolutely no people food for her, ever. She won't beg, and I most absolutely do not want her to get into that particular bad habit. Also, it's okay to give her a treat if you all are playing, and she does all her tricks, but she will eat way too many of them if you let her, and giving her treats when she's on duty confuses her." The cute little blonde wrinkled her nose, making a slightly scolding noise. "I appreciate the effort, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day they say." She was touched, and enjoyed playfully scolding her potential roommate. She also considered mentioning that Thalia smelled good, interesting and unique. The tiny blonde burst into super delighted giggles at the absolute embarrassment drenching her friends words. That sound had been completely adorable, and Emily very much appreciated that the older student wasn't trying to be all cool, but rather embraced the truth about her life, and admitted embarrassing details, so her blind friend could know what was going on. "Yeah? So no rides with you. Got it, sugar." Emily nodded her agreement. "I know yin is a Pittsburgh thing. One of those weird Yankee things like calling perfectly good soda pop. So strange. But I wasn't either too far off guessing Philadelphia." She paused, her face getting serious and her nose wrinkling in a slight bit of confusion. That..... Was a distinctly unexpected response. Is she bragging on herself? Did she come to this school because of some girl? Is she admitting that she's attracted to women as well? How much of that was intended as flirting?" Uh. Well, I'm not sure if that answered my question of how you got a few hundred miles from Pittsburgh to Crystal Cove, home of the fighting manatees baseball team... But, yeah?" She trailed off awkwardly, blushing a delicate little pink and smiling sweetly, having just no idea how to finish that conversation. Fortunately, there were easy distractions. Jessa came to save the day! Emily gave the waitress one of her happy, cheerful smiles. "Oh hello. That roast beef sandwich you were talking about sounds absolutely amazing, I'll have that please. And a bowl of water for Shiva, if you don't mind. Checks on me today, so please bring Thalia whatever she wants as well." Crisis averted! Emily's giggle sent ripples of joy through Thalia's soul. Thalia felt her hand move to her chest as if it could hold in the happiness she was feeling at the sound. It almost pulled her out of the red-faced embarrassment that the rest of the conversation had put her in. though she did feel a little guilty about just how cute she found Emily and Shiva. Especially now that she was blushing as well. For moment she wondered what would make Emily really blush, and then admonished herself for that kind of thought. Emily was practically a child, and it would be wrong to take advantage of her. Thalia smiled over at Jessa when she came up, saving them from the awkward conversation that would be discussing the series of events that led to Thalia calling Crystal Cove home for four years. The fighting manatees, who even comes up with this stuff?" I'll take my usual please Jessa. Thalia said stretching out slightly, accidentally bumping her booted toe against Emily's foot. Thalia's usual was grilled cheese with bacon and a coffee with three creams and two sugar. Some days she barely felt human without her coffee."Oops, sorry." Thalia said, pulling her foot back to avoid bumping into Emily again." So as for the dog questions, I would love to give Shiva all the walks she needs. Whenever you need me to. I'll be honest and say that the human food will take me a little bit to get used to. My pattie back home was a huge food hound, and she was obsessed with strawberries, cucumbers and cheese. I'll just avoid feeding Shiva at all for the first week or two if that's all right?" Thalia said twirling a finger through her short hair as she looked around to see if she could spot Emily's parents. "Oh, and Pittsburgh and Philadelphia arrivals. Like, Athens and Sparta level beefing sometimes." Thalia explained playfully. Her Pittsburgh accent came out a little more as she got comfortable, it wasn't too different from a standard 'no accent' but you could definitely tell if you were looking for it. Since Crystal Cove got people from everywhere Thalia had noticed that most accents could be found in the state name they came from. Penn-syl-va-nia. There was plenty that could make Emily blush, and a bunch of things that she could make other people blush with. The little blonde had some surprises in her history, and she seldom had any qualms about busting them out on unsuspecting people. It was a good thing Emily was wearing tennis shoes instead of sandals today. It seemed like the foot contact had been an accident instead of playing footsie, so Emily just smiled sweetly and leaned back, gracefully curling her foot under her thighs. "No worries! What are you getting to eat?" The little blonde couldn't resist giggling again. "Cucumbers? That seems like an odd thing for a dog to go after. I can't blame her on the cheese though. I'm absolutely addicted to cheese myself." She smiled happily, both picturing the probably cute dog and appreciating Thalia's enthusiasm for her own beloved dog. "Excellent. In all honesty, we're typically very self-sufficient. It's very rare that I need any help taking care of Shiva, but I wanted to just double-check that it wouldn't be a problem. You won't need to be in charge of her feeding or play or even the baths and stuff like that almost ever. If you want to help, that's awesome, and I will gladly let you pamper the little spoiled beast, but please don't ever feel obligated." Calling Shiva a little beast was entirely inaccurate, since the dog's head came up to her owner's waist. There was a blonde woman who somewhat resembled Emily, sitting with a dark-haired man, but they were both taller than average, the man clearly over 6 ft tall, and the lady nearly there herself. Nobody else particularly looked like they could be Emily's parents, so perhaps she was joking about her family being a little bit stalker." In fact, that's a good segue to what I actually do need to live with someone. For the Love of all the gods, please never rearrange the furniture. I can put up my own dishes, but if you load anything into the dishwasher, make sure I know if there's anything sharp, or all the knives go in blade down. I can do my own laundry, and I've had people try to help me by hanging all my stuff, but that just means I have to take it all down and organize it, so I can know what's where. Let's see.... Hmm. I will come home sometimes late at night after a performance, but I'll be quiet and mostly just want to shower and go to sleep. I typically don't have people over much, maybe for the occasional game night. Furthermore, I would appreciate my housemate letting me know if people come over, so I'm not surprised. And never grab me randomly. That's super horror movie shit right there." She grinned, though she actually wasn't joking in the least. Tilting her head, the little blonde looked playfully baffled. "They... Invade each other's territory and try to fight to the death? Really?" On the inside, the young lady was pretty amused by Thalia's reference." So what's your major? I'm a theater nerd, so I'm going to get a drama degree. Don't worry, it all stays on the stage and I try not to bring any of it home" Emily sipped her drink again, smiling. She quite liked Thalia, and it seemed like the older woman truly wanted her and Shiva to live with her. A very good sign. "Grilled cheese with bacon. It's one of my favorite brunch-y foods. And yeah, she seemed to think they were like plant-bones or something" Thalia answered. "I come here at least once a week and since so many of them are students they know my usual. Your CC-Bucks also work at all of these restaurants. I'm sure someone in admissions told you that." Thalia explained. CC-Bucks were CCU's fancy way of saying they turned at least half of the money you paid for room and board into company coin to only be used at the school or the restaurants in the town. Thalia nodded vocally and tapped the table with her finger as she counted off the things that Emily said as she said them so that the girl could know she was keeping track. "I'm typically a bit of a night owl, and most of that is what I figured. Right now I've got it set up how I like, but if you have any furniture you want to add outside your bedroom I'm glad to get some frat boys I know to move you in. As for the grabbing, I totally get that, but say I forget to stick a fork in the dishwasher down or there's something you don't see that might be dangerous, what's the best way to warn you without going all 'ah!' on you?" She asked wanting to learn. Her baffled face let Thalia have a sly look on her face, getting her confidence in this conversation and now finding her rhythm. "I'm guessing you're not much of a sports fan, are you? It's all good if not it's mostly a cultural thing with me, you know gather the family together, red up the house, get out the terrible towels and eat smiley cookies and kielbasa. I'm a history and pole sci major. I actually stuck around here all summer because it's a shorter train ride to DC for my internship. " She explained and let out her own little giggle at the idea of Emily being dramatic." So is there anything else you'd like to ask me? Oh, and I guess I should ask your position on, "She cleared her throat slightly. "overnight visitors." It wasn't like Thalia needed to install a revolving door or anything, she just figured it would be an important thing to determine that boundary pretty quickly. The thought that Emily would be having such guests didn't even cross her mind. The little blonde nodded cheerfully. "Bacon for breakfast, sandwich for lunch, makes a perfect brunch. Completely logical. I've never had a bacon grilled cheese though, is that a Yankee thing?" She was teasing, but only partially. Emily actually hadn't had the sandwich before, nor knew of anyone who mixed the two. "At least once a week?" She raised an eyebrow above her cute blue tinted sunglasses. "Something tells me that you're probably not much of a chef. I can actually cook a little, but I'm most definitely not a gourmet chef or anything. Tooth, one more thing that reminds me of. Please don't take any of my food without asking. I typically don't mind sharing, but if something goes missing I can't tell until I need it, and then it's usually too late. The way that it works best is that I get a shelf in the freezer and fridge, and one of those weird little drawers at the bottom, and you get the same, so nobody has to fight for space or anything. I don't think you're the type to steal food, but you never know with some people." The little blind girl nodded, indicating she had been told about CC bucks. "I know they said most places in town take them. One of the perks of being in a college city. I don't remember the exact list of everything, but they're getting one printed up in Braille for me soon. Does your place have a washing machine and dryer in the unit, or do we have to take a trip?" The younger woman shook her head with a bit of a shrug of her shoulders. "No, all we packed was my bedroom furniture, my jewelry box and the chest of drawers for my clothes. We didn't have the space or really felt any need to bring lots of furniture. But thank you for volunteering other people to help me with it." She giggled, once again enjoying both the concept and that Thalia was so helpful. She hadn't officially decided to move in with Thalia yet, but the older woman was definitely at the absolute top of her list so far." I can't see anything at all, dangerous or not." The little blonde said dryly, but the smile indicated that she wasn't offend, just playing with words. Emily wasn't above poking at people a little bit. But her smile brightened, definitely pleased by her new friends concern. "A forks not that bad, but stuff like blender blades and knives are, and cleaning blood from a dishwasher is just no fun at all. 'Emily, stop!' always gets my attention, and my mom uses 'halt!' to get me to freeze and pay attention. Thank you for asking!" Wrinkling her nose, Emily tried not to sound too dismissive. "No, can't say that I ever saw much point in trying to watch sports. I've listened to it on the radio a couple of times to see if anything caught my interest, but it just doesn't. And watching sports in a group seems to be a bunch of quiet or unrelated chit-chat and then sudden yelling. Not for me, thanks." She didn't really understand the reference to read up the house, but there was definitely something that caught her interest. Well, aside from cookies. "Terrible towels? What does that have to do with sports? And why smiley cookies? But it's good to have rituals you can do with family and friends." Leaning in slightly, hands together on the table, she tilted her head towards Thalia. "That sounds like a pretty cool, if nerdy major. Where did you intern? I probably don't understand a ton of what you do, but it does sound interesting." Please don't say you work with the Republicans, please don't say you work with the Republicans, please don't say you work with the Republicans... That would be a huge disappointment. Emily had to ponder the question for a minute, leaning her chin on her hand. "Aside from falling madly in love with Shiva at first sight, why do you want to host a blind lady?" The next question caused a cute little blush, but she nodded. "Well, it's your place first. As long as it's not a surprise, I'm ok with it. Nothing ruins a good date like explaining to the cops that they got called because your blind housemate got startled by a stranger. And, uh, if, you know, you all get too loud, especially on a school night, that's not going to make me happy. But, uh, as long as he treats you well, that's what matters, right?" Yes, she threw that pronoun in as a little test." I would say no live in partner, or if you truly want it, it has to be a group decision, and Shiva has to like them as well." She reached down and stroked the dog's broad head, seeming to know just where it would be. "Just I my mom thing, and I figure I already paid good money to have other people cook for me, might as well not waste it." Thalia answered and shrugged at the question about her slightly odd eating habits. It wasn't the strangest thing she'd mix together and call it food. "There's a little cubby off from the kitchen with a washer and dryer, really saves a lot of time walking up and down the steps." Thalia explained with a little bit of an off-handed joke as well. Thalia was grateful to the little blind girl for turning her slip of tongue into a moment for them both to giggle at, both of them had 'little girl giggles' but there was something about Emily's giggle that made a person want to ask her to sit on your lap and ask what she wanted for Christmas. She blushed slightly at that image, especially since in her mind Emily was wearing one of those 'sexy Christmas dresses' you see from time to time. Well Thalia saw. She admonished herself for these thoughts and tried to focus on what she had meant to say." I don't know how comfortable I'd be yelling 'Halt!' at you. It would kind of make me feel like I was treating you like a child, you know?" Thalia added, but letting her tone show that she would do whatever made Emily feel comfortable. Their food arrived at around the same time as the terrible towel question came up." Okay, so one of the ways I've stuck to my Pittsburgh roots is remembering to use Pittsburgh, so if I ever say anything you don't understand let me know. A terrible towel is this black and yellow towel that says 'terrible towel' on it and Singers, people from Pittsburgh, wave them at football events or use them as a kind of 'Pittsburgh flag.' And smiley cookies actually come from a small town in Pennsylvania and sort of became another symbol of Pittsburgh. They're one of the great things Western PA has given to the world, like banana splits, Mr. Rogers and Heinz ketchup." Thalia answered glad to be able to explain a bit of her hometown pride to her hopeful new roommate. At the same time that Emily was internally screaming, hoping that Thalia wasn't a Republican, Thalia was focusing on that use of 'he' and thinking to herself. Please don't be one of those Southerners. Please don't be one of those Southerners. Please don't be one of those Southerners.to the point where she'd only taken a bite of her sandwich before just holding it in her hands. To the point where she wasn't really able to answer the question about why she wanted to host her until they got through that." So Emily, I have something I have to tell you before I answer your great question. And if this is a dealbreaker for you, I totally understand." Okay that wasn't totally true she'd be a little bummed if her being bigoted was the only thing that got in the way of them getting along together. "Emily, I'm bi. So I like boys and girls, and some of the people I bring home might be girls. Not that I'm a slut or something and planning to bring home all these people. I just want you to be aware. And I promise I'll never try to make you uncomfortable or seduce you or any of that stuff. That would be a huge boundary crossing for me in a lot of ways. Roommates are roommates, potential partners are potential partners. They don't overlap." Thalia found it amusing that she was still talking with her hands as she set her sandwich down, even though there was no way for Emily to know she was making nice little compartments in the air with her hands. The little blind girl nodded cheerfully, in full agreement. "Makes sense! My mom says the same thing. Waste not, want not, after all. " She started to smile, happy there was something that increased her convince and self-sufficiency... While pulling her laundry in a wagon while walking with Shiva was pretty cute, not having to do all that was much better. But then the little joke contained a fact that made her adorable little nose wrinkle under her heavily tinted sunglasses. "Ugh, stairs. Well, that's not the worst thing in the world. You'll have to help me with them the first few times. Pointing out stairs and if they go up or down can prevent stubbed toes and bleeding lips or even broken bones and worse. Stairs are a pain, one of many things not designed with my kind in mind." She shrugged, accepting that the world wasn't built for her. But she managed. And she wouldn't trade Shiva for sight. Emily didn't own a sexy Christmas dress, but would be completely happy if her future girlfriend got her a cute little sexy dress for an absolutely adorable scenario of cuddling and giggling and possibly thigh stroking... Yes, there were multiple things about the scenario that were highly appealing. She shrugged again. "We can certainly work out something different. But it doesn't bother me. Any possible hurt feelings, which I won't have, is way better than stitches and tears and screaming. Very dramatic. Let's stick with the simplest solution?" She tilted her head with a winning, bright smile." Thank you, Jessa, I appreciate it. " The little blind girl moved her hands along the table, finding the edges of her plate, then touching her fries, and then the sandwich, picking up the back half and taking a big bite, well, big relative to her size. "Mm, yum. Good choice, me. "Listening to the talk about Pittsburgh and associated rituals, Emily frowned slightly. "Ok.... That's what a terrible towel is, but, uh, why? How in the world does something like that start? I do like two of the three of those things, yep." She agreed." Oh." she said quietly, processing all the information dropped on her so suddenly. "Well, nothing wrong with that at all. As long as they treat you well. And I know I keep mentioning getting startled easily, because it's a thing, but I would get less startled by a stranger lady than a strange guy. " She didn't mention anything about her own limited dating life.... Or her own attraction to women... She just didn't have enough experience to really talk about it much. And Thalia had made it clear that anything romantic was off limits anyway." Fish are friends, not food!" She giggled. "So yeah, I'm ok with that. Why do you want to host me and Shiva?" Thalia burst out laughing at the Finding Nemo reference. It was a higher, more diaphragmatic laugh than her giggle. Emily was just so adorable, and it was a good thing that she had laid down that rule about not hitting on roommates. Her reaction to Thalia's explanation of being bi was, not the best, but it was enough. She figured that Emily just hadn't known many LGBT+ people in Georgia, which was fine, Thalia had been the first bi girl a person knew before so she was used to being an ambassador of sorts. The idea of Emily possibly actually being romantically involved with people still was a thought not really crossing Thalia's mind. She picked her sandwich back up and took a few bites before answering some of the questions that she had asked. "So, sorry I'm being crappy about answering your question. I interned at the Holocaust Museum, nothing really fancy, but it was a great learning experience. I have no idea how the Terrible Towel started, but it's our thing now. Furthermore, I have one hanging up above the mantelpiece. Oh, and there is an elevator in the building, but I swear it's down for repairs constantly. As for your last question..." She paused for a moment and finished half of her sandwich, chased it with some nice warm coffee and then wiped her crumbs on her pants without thinking. And then when she was about to be embarrassed she realized that Emily couldn't see that." So reason number one is that I just wiped my crumbs on my legs without feeling shame." She let out a slight nervous chuckle not wanting Emily to think she was making fun of her. " But, seriously I want to host you and Shiva because Shiva is adorable, and it would be nice to have a dog around. And you seem really adorable and fun to be around. I'll admit at first when they asked me if I'd like to consider having a roommate who was blind I was intrigued about that; but I'm not really thinking about this as a learning experience or me playing nurse or anything. You seem cool, we're getting along, Shiva is adorable, am I probably going to learn a lot of living with you? Yeah. But it's way more important that I have a roommate I can vibe with and who vibes with me." Emily smiled, very much enjoying Thalia's laugh. She added her own bits of laughter, softer and still sweet, and like the rest of her utterly adorable. She liked hearing the older woman laugh... Liked knowing her new friend was laughing because of her. It brought warm fuzzy feelings to her tummy when she connected so well with someone. The little blonde shook her head, dismissing her potential roommates concerns. "No worries. You don't seem to be hiding some sort of super dark secret anywhere. Conversation just kind of bounces around with me." She highly tossed her head from side to side, illustrating her point and then giggled. She had always been able to entertain herself, finding her own company tons of fun. Sobering up, she leaned in, voice soft and awed. "Oh wow... That sounds like an incredible experience. I don't know if I'd be able to work there, I think I'd cry every night. But that's amazing to me that you did it. He, so if I have friends over who ask about the towel, I'll have to just put on my most southern accent and be all 'oh, it's some sort of Yankee sports ball thing.'" of course she said it in a slightly exaggerated southern accent, drizzling more honey and sweetness into her words to slow them down and stretch them out and turn them that particular color you could almost taste. Emily was a much more dainty eater, taking little small bites, almost nibbling away at her sandwich half, and cutting off precise little chunks of her fries with her teeth. She also ate at a slower pace than Thalia, using her napkin and pretty perfect table manners. No elbows on the table for that southern belle! The little blonde tilted her head, taking it back by the answer. Then she realized her friend was probably joking. Well, not about the actions necessarily. "Ah. So you're looking for someone who can't see all your Pittsburgh manners? Makes sense." She smiled, still playful but also contemplative." Yeah, Shiva is a wonderful Icebreaker and companion. A little bit hyper when she's not on duty at first, but she can wear herself out pretty easily. Do you know if there's a dog park near your apartment? She'd really enjoy that. And of course she absolutely loves the beach." She wasn't going to admit how much she was liking Thalia, how intrigued she was to get to know the other woman as more than just a roommate. But the no dating where you slept rule made a ton of sense. Maybe if the last woman on her list of possibilities worked out..." So my parents and I both worked really hard to make sure I never needed a nurse or a caretaker. I can't do everything of course, but I take pride in being very independent. I don't mind people helping me at all, and I don't think you're going to be one of those people who try to... Mm, overdo it to make themselves look better, but I have run across some. I'm just a mostly normal girl, and I just can't happen to see. That's all. But yes, I agree that we are vibing quite well." Her little smile hid the fact that she was thinking about a different kind of vibing.... Taking a final bite of her sandwich, Emily dug out her credit card and set it on the table. "Absolutely no rush, but are you about ready to go explore your apartment? I'll box up my half sandwich, save it for later. While we wait, do you have any other questions? You said that you walked here, right? Want to practice escorting a blind girl on your arm on the way back?" Her grin was a little teasing, a little eager. Emily was looking forward to being so close to Thalia, feeling the other woman's warmth and softness... Thalia nodded. "Yeah there were some days when it got dark. But there were a lot of good days too. Plus the night-life helped take the edge of; there was this on time at a bar... "She stopped and got a little embarrassed. " Sorry, you don't want to hear about that story. You'd probably say 'bless your heart' and find a different roommate." Thalia said, imitating Emily's accent to show that she was joking about how serious it was. No one needed to hear about her wild nights in DC anyway. The mention of the beach made her wonder whether Emily knew how to swim, or even could swim. But she figured that that would be a conversation for much later. Then she realized that that meant that Emily wouldn't be able to see her if she busted out one of her really sexy bikinis. Then she realized what they could do so she couldseeher. The image of Emily's innocent little hands moving over her skin brought a blush to her lips, and then the thought of Emily's lips doing other things made her go crimson for a second. She admonished herself for having those types of thoughts about the little southern girl. Swallowing the rest of her sandwich without hardly chewing she tried to hide her shame from the rest of the world by finishing her food quickly and then chasing it with her coffee." I'd love to escort you to the apartment Emily." Thalia said, a little more excited than she should be. She took a deep breath to remain calm as she let Emily show her how to offer her arm to her and how close to stand. They took a few practice steps before Thalia was comfortable leading her from the café and down the street. As they walked their hips bumped into each other playfully and Thalia described the scenery." We're going west on Main Street, towards campus. The road is two lanes, and the cross walks don't have voices except immediately around campus. I forget what that's called sorry." She enjoyed the feel of the girl's skin as they walked and the way their gaits seemed to match so well despite the five-inch height difference. They came to a stop in front of their apartment building." Okay, we're at the corner of Sixth and Main. The campus is right in front of us and our apartment building is to our right." Thalia explained, gently turning with her. She showed her how to swipe her ID to get into the building and then led her to the elevator. "Looks like it's working today. It opens right down from our apartment, which is good in some ways, but not so good when the neighbors come back drunk after a football game. I lived in this apartment my sophomore year with an ex." Thalia explained as the elevator came down and they stepped inside. The cute little blind girl blushed, rubbing at an ear. "Oh my Well I probably don't need any details there, though I am admittedly morbidly curious. I try not to judge people as long as they aren't hurting anyone. Can't say I've ever been all that fond of bars, or drinking. Navigating blind and drunk it's just not the best combination." Thalia's attempt at a southern accent did make her smile though. Emily made sure to gather her leftover food, credit card, dog and purse, before showing Thalia how to escort her. And then... Emily cheated. She didn't need to have Thalia walked so close. Guiding her could be done without almost any touching at all. She didn't quite need to lean on the arm so much, and she certainly didn't need to walk as close as she did to the older woman. But the little blonde enjoyed smelling Thalia's unconventional soap and feeling the warmth when they bumped. Emily's curls smelled faintly of honey and vanilla cream, subtly rich and enticing. Emily was used to trying to keep pace with even taller people, so it wasn't particularly difficult to walk with Thalia. She was secretly thrilled that they already seemed to match so well. I probably shouldn't be picturing hugging her ...but. . "I really appreciate you describing the scenery and the streets for me, thank you, Thalia. It helps. You're doing a perfect job with everything so far. You did your research, didn't you?" Inside the elevator, she held out her hand. "Okay, show me which buttons to push." She spent a minute exploring the control panel, touching the buttons and especially practicing finding the most important two. She kept whispering the words' Thalia's floor' over and over to herself as she poked the correct button." Okay, now teach me how to do the stairs here. Does it have a key card as well?" She practiced going up and down the stairs a couple of times, and going from the front entrance to both the stairs and the elevator. "Ugh, drunk football geeks. Well, you made it sound like that's a fairly infrequent occurrence. I guess it's part of college life, huh? Oh, your ex? Was it a boy or a girl?" She winced, lowering her head and shaking it, immediately correcting herself. "Aft, sorry. It doesn't matter at all, and I shouldn't be nosy. Wasn't any of my business anyway." Her accent got noticeably thicker when she was embarrassed like that. Her smile brightened, and she grinned up at her new friend and probable roommate. "Okay, let's go explore home." She... Hadn't really meant to call it home yet, but she definitely wanted to live with Thalia. Thalia could picture Emily stumbling around drunk, all giggles and flirtation with that cute little Georgia accent at that fine Georgia peach she was getting a chance to view as they moved through the 'lobby' of their apartment again and again until she was used to it. As well as guiding her hand over the panel in the elevator. The latter gave Thalia a chance to press up behind Emilyalmosthugging her from behind as she watched her memorize where the buttons were on the board. It was a small building, only four floors including the basement, but there was certainly a lot to cover in a short time. Thalia could never have learned as fast as Emily was." No key card on the stairs, the front door is really the only security. That and our door, obviously." Thalia explained as she led Emily and Shiva up and down the stairs until they seemed to both be comfortable getting from the lobby to the door of her apartment. When they were standing in front of her door she decided to make a little joke. "Well, at least if you don't pick me you'll know where to find me." Thalia teased as she took Emily's hand and ran it over the number of the apartment, 228, and then down to the doorknob. Thalia placed the keys in Emily's hand and let her do the honors of opening the door. The door opened into a pretty standard two bedroom apartments. There was a living room with a couch off to the left with a TV/entertainment center in front of it. Back behind the couch there was a kitchenette with an island for them to eat at. "So that walls and carpet are really white. There's a good bit of lighting, and we have this space over here to the right where Shiva can she do her thing." Thaliareallyliked the way that Emily smelled. Vanilla was like a small aphrodisiac for her. Damn Pavlovian conditioning. So she was having to remember that they were only so close because Emily needed guiding through the space. There was a hallway straight back from the door that led to their bedrooms. Emily's was on the right and currently empty, with the bathroom diagonal across the hall from it. "And this is my bedroom here at the end of the hall. If you need anything you can just come and knock, and I'll see what I can do. What else do you want me to show you in here?" Emily's breath caught in her throat with a noise that wasn't quite a gasp and wasn't quite a squeak. She certainly hadn't expected Thalia to get so close in the elevator, and had to fight a huge and sudden urge to just press her little peach against her Yankee friend. That would be highly inappropriate! She hasn't given any real signs that she's into you. It's not Thalia's fault you've got to crush on her. Okay, well yes it is, because she sounds amazing and is helpful and kind and smells fantastic. Emily was quite used to learning new situations despite her disability, having worked around it all her life. Still, Shane lingered slightly over the buttons longer than she truly needed to, while Shiva quietly sat and looked at the two quizzically. The little blonde giggled as she felt the door number. "I sure do!" She almost added something about definitely being friends even if they didn't room together, but she had a suspicion that this was her home. It could be hard to tell what Shiva in work mode was thinking, but even so, the poodle definitely was staying closer to Thalia than she would if the dog disliked her companion. "You know, it would have been easier to just select the right key for me..." She said dryly, teasing in her southern way. But it didn't take her long to work through the caring to find the right key, opening the door for the first time. "White floors. So don't spill on them. Oooohhh, perfect lighting, one of my top priorities in a living place." She joked cheerfully. "It's mean as heck, but I used to stare at eclipses just to freak people out." Emily tilted her head from side to side, thinking. "How to work the shower. Sounds like there's only one bathroom? Does the door lock from the inside, so I'm less likely to burst in on you? Let's see... Also, how to use the washer and dryer, the microwave, the oven and the stove. If those last two don't have notches or raised bumps on the dials, I'll need help carving them in, so I know what's what." She grinned, spreading her arms. "Ready for the thing I know you've been waiting for since the instant they told you I had a guide dog? I know you're dying to let Shiva be herself and explore a bit." upon receiving permission, Emily had Shiva sit, and removed the work vest and harness from her beloved poodle. Shiva tossed her head, and promptly rolled around on her back on the floor. That highly important task done, the poodle trotted around the apartment, sniffing everything. Then she went over to Thalia, wagging her tail happily and giving a little hop, shamelessly begging for attention. Even off the harness, Shiva was too well-trained and inherently polite to jump over someone or make contact without knowing for sure the human was okay with it, but there was definitely an edge of silliness to her off work persona. Thalia added the noise that Emily made in the elevator to her list of most adorable sounds she'd ever heard, though she would need to resist the temptation to come up behind her like that often in order to get her to make that sound again. She closed her left fist tight as she waited for the girl to open the door, fighting off her thoughts about what kind of noises Emily might make if Thalia was behind her interlays. What was it about this cute little blonde Southerner that made Thalia start thinking like she was a horny little teenager in the girl's locker room again? Thalia laughed when Emily told her that she used to stare at eclipses to freak people out. It was such a cutely mean thing to do, and her laugh filled the space. " Well I figured it would be of more interest for Shiva, you know, warm places on the carpet to just plop. Or maybe you, I don't know what you like to do to relax." Thalia said and then shrugged. "I shrugged by the way." She added, but said it in a little bit of a playful way, since the shrug had been almost implied with her tone. Thalia nodded. "Okay, let me just grab a knife from my bedroom." She paused for a second. " And if Public Safety asks, I do not have a knife in my bedroom." She said, but then her attention went to the little black ball of adorableness as she rolled on the floor and then explored the space before coming back to Thalia. Thalia waited to get permission from Emily before mauling the dog with affection, scratching and petting her all over until she found the spot that made Shiva seem to break with adorable happiness and joy, the whole time talking to her in an adorable baby voice. Once Shiva was all petted out for the moment Thalia stood up, brushed off some of the hair, and pretended to regain dignity." So the bathroom door doesn't actually lock. I put a work order for it at the beginning of the summer, but they still haven't come and fixed it. Bunch of jag offs. But I can show you how the shower works, and all the other things. I can also go grab the knife so we can mark the things." She paused for a moment, and then a smile came across her face. " That is if you think you're staying?" she asked, something weird slipping into her voice for a second that made it sound a little more... sultry, that she intended. Emily tilted her head to where she thought Thalia couldn't see and bit her lower lip, trying not to burst out laughing herself. The older student had an amazing laugh, and the little blind girl was super happy she caused such a wonderful sound. "Yes, my little storm cloud puppy certainly loves soaking up all the sun. She's a spoiled lump." Losing the battle, Emily burst into startled and delighted laughter. " You shrugged? Well, thank you for letting me know. And as for my relaxation, I actually do quite enjoy reading in the sun. It helps my fingers go faster, you know?" She said in the perfectly innocent tone that Thalia was probably starting to recognize was anything but innocent. Emily enjoyed a bunch of things about her new friend, but the two that stood out almost more than anything were her kindness and willingness to help, and her great sense of humor." I promise to tell public safety that I've never seen a knife in your bedroom." She said very solemnly, nodding. Of course, she gave the permission. "As long as she's not working, you actually don't need to ask. They actually typically don't use standard poodles as guide dogs because they can be a bit hyper. It can be a lot for some people to handle. But when I had a trial run with the potential golden retriever, I scared the daylights out of the poor thing by sneezing so much. Anyway. The point is you can play with Shiva anytime she's not working. She likes you and is more than capable of letting you know if she wants to play or not." Shiva, of course was absolutely shameless, wiggling her rump and little puffy tail like a bee finding the mother load of flowers, letting out happy little grunts and groans and smugly satisfied whimpers. Emily of course just giggled the whole time. The little Southerner giggled harder at Thalia's bad language. She wasn't used to the phrase and it amused her. "Thalia! Language darling!" she said in her best prim and proper southern Sunday school teacher accent. Being blind actually gave her a benefit here, since she relied so much on listening to people's audio cues. It was a talent she used quite well in her acting. She blushed a pretty little pink at Thalia's tone, not at all expecting such warmth from the question. Emily opened her mouth, closed it. "I... We... Actually probably need to go in a minute to meet the 4th and final lady who volunteered to potentially host us. She was nice enough to offer, so it would be pretty rude to not go at least meet her, right? You can walk us back to campus if you like. And here, I'll show you how to put the harness on Shiva. It's probably less tricky if you can see what you're doing, although it is designed, so even the blind can do it." She joked, covering up her confusion at how sensual the other woman sounded, and her disappointment at having to leave. "Shiva my love, come here. Sit for harness." She said, and the dog immediately sobered up and trotted over beside her beloved human companion. Did the two women's hands touch as Emily demonstrated the harnessing? Well, maybe. She wasn't being grabby, or anything like that, but she didn't make any particular efforts to avoid touching Thalia's hand or arm as they got the work harness onto the large dog." I'll let you know tonight or tomorrow what decision I make about where I'm staying, okay?" She smiled in the direction of the woman who smelled so pleasantly of wood. Fortunately, Thalia didn't have to wait at all long. Far sooner than expected, taking much less time than Emily had spent with Thalia, said woman's phone rang. It was of course Emily, her voice bright and cheerful. "Great news! Shiva and I have decided to live with you, if you'll still have us. Would it be okay to move in what little furniture I have tomorrow?" It took Thalia an embarrassingly long time to realize that when Emily said 'fingers go faster' she meant her fingers moving over the braille and not masturbation. It took even longer for her to get the mental image of the cute little Southern Belle finger fucking herself while sunbathing out of her head. Fuck, how long has it been since I got laid? She thought to herself, mentally smacking herself on the wrist for thinking about her innocent new friend in such ways. She still hadn't quite picked up that Emily was not as innocent as she appeared. Once she had finished scolding herself she had a thought, since her other senses were a bit more sensitive was she able to hear the difference in her breathing as she thought about her masturbating? Or could she pick up the smell of pheromones she might be giving off or even her arousal?! Thalia's face was crimson as she realized she would need to do some googling later. She was able to recover quick enough to laugh at Emily's joke; "I totally will not ask from now on. But don't worry, you haven't seen hyper until you've seen a food hound pity just thinking you have a area-" She caught herself quickly. " T-R-E-A-T-O." She then let out her laugh again at the situation. She wasn't usually this much of a laughed, but there was something about Emily that brought it out in her, and she really liked it. Furthermore, she was known to get a little melancholic at times, and having a sanguine influence like her would probably be perfect for her. At first, she thought she had done something wrong with the way she turned pink and hurried out, but she offered to have Thalia walk her to the meeting. Was she imagining the amount of times their hands bumped together or legs rubbed against each other while they were getting Shiva harnessed and then the way their hips seemed locked together on the walk." Yeah, I'm looking forward to it." She said happily as Thalia smiled back, making a little 'click' with her lips so that Emily could 'hear' the smile. "I'm going to make that sound every time I smile around you now. Just so you know." Thalia said before walking away, sticking around long enough to get another glance at Emily's peach and then kicking herself for being such a degenerate, hitting on a little girl who, as far as she knew was straight. She practically leapt at her phone when Emily called. "Yeah that works great, do you have any time in mind, so I'm not showering or something when you show up?" "Mmm, well, that's one reason Shiva diva doesn't get people food. No bad habits for her, thank you. She gets rewards for good behavior, not being a brat." There was a little bit of steel behind the soft syrup of her words and accent... She was truly serious about her guide, companion, and best friend being taken care of properly, since Shiva was so devoted to her. But then she smiled, warm and happy and almost as bright as the sun she could feel but never see. Truly, she enjoyed Thalia's laughter and friendship. "Good thing you love dogs! You should see Shiva's face when she doesn't like or trust someone." The little blonde made a fierce face, pulling her lips back and trying to project 'Not Interested in Your Bullshit'. This lasted all of about two seconds before bursting into giggles. Emily felt.... Slightly bad about how close she stayed to Thalia, taking advantage of her condition to get close to the lovely other woman. And... Thalia didn't seem to mind staying close as they walked. Emily tried to picture it... The three of them together. Short Yankee full of energy made to look almost tall by her doll sized Southern belle friend, and the giant poodle. What color hair did Thalia have? They probably looked absolutely precious and adorable together....... She chuckled, tilting her head, amused by the click concept. "Well thank you darling. You're very thoughtful and I really appreciate it. Shiva and I are really glad we met you. Aren't we sweet little storm cloud puppy? Yes, yes!" Shiva looked entirely unmoved by the sweet baby talk, but then, Shiva was on duty and let very few things sway her attention." Wave bye, Shiva!" Emily chirped, waving her small hand almost at Thalia. The dog gave a sole little hop. The blind girl smiled a lot around her new friend, and would be constantly clicking if Thalia was the blind one." Well, my parents consider ten a nice civilized time. Means there's no obligation for breakfast, everyone has had their coffee, and can do a little bit of Southern' company is coming' style cleaning. Emily's parents were very nice, shaking hands and admiring everything. They were only of average height, but it still made their daughter look tiny. They hadn't been at the restaurant, spying, though they did invite Thalia to dinner with them that night. It was a pretty efficient process, the unloading of the car. Emily really didn't have too much, two suitcases full of clothes, mostly beautiful little dresses suitable for life in hot and humid Savannah. Emily clearly got her fashion sense from her mother, the two women practiced at hanging the rainbow of dresses in just the right order. She stayed on the couch, out of the way, as the few bits of furniture, groceries, dog food and bed and toys were brought in, and precisely arranged. They were clearly used to arranging things in the same order, to help Emily find things. And just that quickly, it was time for tearful hugs and encouragement and endearments and promises of frequent calls, the air thick with accented, slow, Southern Americana. Both parents had thicker, more prevalent accents, and it drew out Emily's most of the time. Dad slipped Thalia an envelope with a check for the first two months rent, plus a little extra. Emily flopped back on the couch with a little sigh. "Well, that was Hurricane My Family. Why don't you take off Shiva's work harness and welcome her home?" She suggested with a small smile. Thalia had woken up extra early on the day that Emily and her family were coming to visit, Emily had done her a huge favor by having them come at ten, and it had been obvious Emily knew what she was doing when she gave Thalia that time. The Pitts burgher had made herself coffee, scrambled eggs for breakfast, cleaned the house (except her bedroom) until it was spotless, showered and spent thirty minutes trying to pick out an outfit. All of her more 'feminine' clothes showed off her skin a bit too much for 'Hi my roommate's mom and dad!' and she didn't want to wear anything too butch and cause any drama. Shecertainlydidn't want these nice Southern people to think they were giving their precious little princess away to someone who would seduce her to the lifestyle of 'be gay do crimes.' In the end she picked out a pair of jeans and a cute top (nearly choked when she looked at the check that Emily's dad had given her, that was such a burden off her back not needing to worry about rent for two months. It made her wonder exactly what the Southern man did for money. Apparently he's a peach farmer. She joked to herself as she looked at Emily moving through the space. She had been practicing clicking when she smiled, and every time she looked at the little blonde there was a slight imperceptible 'click.' It was a bit past eleven when everything was settled down enough and Thalia leapt at the idea of releasing the gray little storm cloud, who proceeded to make a face that said 'I am speed' and zoom back and forth down the hallway between the living room and Thalia's door half a hundred times in too short a period of time; received all the loving pets from Thalia, and then moved to the place with the most opportune light; spun around in three circles and then plopped." That dog is easily the second most adorable thing in this apartment right now." Thalia said looking at Emily and click-smiling. Then she blushed because she had promised herself she wouldn't flirt with the new girl. Running a hand through her hair she tried to retain her composure." So I got kinda dressed up for your parents, just a different style then I'm used to wearing on my day off, so I'm going to go change into something more comfortable, you can chill by my door, and we can chat, and then we can mark up the house and show you how all the knobs and buttons work sound good?" Thalia said, talking with her hands again as she moved down the hallway. "Oh and what's your favorite color, because at some point we need to do some winter shopping; because you're going to freeze your polite little Southern a-butt off come winter?" Thalia stumbled on a word or two there, or natural cadence wanting to say the words 'pretty' and 'ass' but knowing that might come off too flirty. She was determined that Emily was going to spend the majority of her first winter wrapped up like the prettiest little blonde marshmallow you've ever seen. While in her bedroom she tossed her shirt off into a pile and slipped out of her jeans, door open, totally unconcerned about Emily 'peeking' and seeing her rear hugging black boy shorts or her matching black bra. Instead, she slipped a pair of black booty shorts with the Steeler's logo on the left cheek and a tank top." How do I look?" Thalia asked jokingly modelling for Emily, meaning it as a bit of an opportunity for Emily to tease her, not making fun of her blindness at all. After her answer Thalia found herself biting her lip. "You know you can 'see' me if you want, with your hands I mean." She said, still feeling slightly weird that Emily only really knew what her hands 'looked' like. (during the chaos, Emily had taken off the dark glasses, setting them aside. Most people weren't freaked out by her eyes, but she probably should have shown Thalia beforehand. But still... The other woman was really nice, and probably wouldn't be too disturbed by the blind, dark orbs most people could see from? As always, Emily laughed at her canine friend, giving occasional pets when the little loon came within her short reach. "Hopefully, her skittering around won't drive you too crazy. She's going to calm down some when she's more used to everything. We... We actually haven't lived anywhere else before this. Just home in Savannah. But I am excited about it! "The unexpected compliment caught the little blonde off guard, causing a soft cute blush to cross her features. "Oh, uhm, thank you, Thalia. " She mumbled shyly, brushing back a strand of hair from her face. Fish are friends? Freshwoman coeds are roommates, not for flirting? Must have been a Yankee compliment. Or she's going with Southern adorable, which could mean anything and nothing at all. Don't read anything in to it. Carry on... She chuckled, nodding. "Sounds good, thank you. Short notch on the fifty marks and a long one on the hundreds. Point out which dial works for what burners. And how the shower works, and the washer and dryer. Good news, I don't need to worry about the light switches. " She moved carefully, still getting used to the place... Her new home. But it wasn't too tricky, especially with a hand on the wall to guide her." What's color?" She asked, perfectly straight-faced and sounding bemused, like she had never heard of the concept before. As if it was some sort of foreign food a good Southerner couldn't reasonably be expected to know about. And the blind girl was willing to let the silence stretch out awkward long before she smiled. "I'm told I look good in gold, and purple, and blue. Sometimes pink. I understand that Shiva is gray, and some of the connotations behind that, and the colors. That said... I don't really feel like I understand colors, you know? Like apparently there's a million billionth shades of blue, and people get really awkward trying to explain the difference between sky blue, and the ocean. Or sky blue at dawn and noon. Or teal. But anyway. I absolutely don't mind getting help with outfits. It's fun, in fact. I often just ask someone there, to help me find something that looks good on me. "She paused just long enough to seem like the topic was over, very hesitantly asked "What is winter...?" She couldn't help but giggle, repeating Thalia's words. "Polite little Southern a-butt. Abuts. I take it you didn't mean leaning against or touching. Is abuts filly slang? Like all the other undifferentiated patches of solid nothingness I can't see." She answered dryly, but still amused. "Probably somewhere between atrocious and a crime against the sighted and Grecian statue perfection. Skies." She nodded and stepped forward, holding out her hands. Emily waited for Thalia to take them and place them in position. The blind girl had to lean up a little, breath warm and sweet. Her hands were super soft as she traced chin and cheeks, traced nose and circled lips. She even slipped the tip of bright pink tongue into the corner of her mouth to help 'see' better, or at least focus more. After brushing eyelashes and eyebrows, Emily finally stepped back and smiled. What she kinda wanted to do instead was stand there until Thalia got the hint and kissed her, but... Inappropriate and against the rules." I'll show you how to feed Shiva, just one scoop of her dry food, then another of the wet. You can mix them if you want, she likes that." Thalia had read about how disconcerting it might be to see a blind person without their shades on if you weren't used to it. She'd seen some articles about how it had something to do with the uncanny valley, and how normal eyes would adjust to the light and move around slightly, but since the eyes of a person who was blind did not need to do that it looked disconcerting that they were just looking straight ahead. Seeing, Emily without her glasses sent a shiver down Thalia's back for a moment, but she made herself look until she was at least not uncomfortable with the sight. It would take a little while for her to really get used to it, but she wouldn't show the discomfort. She rolled her eyes as at the joke about not knowing what winter was, and nodded her head through the discussion about colors. Of course, she wouldn't have a favorite color, duh Thalia. But she took it all in stride. Though she did make a slight 'task' sound when she accused her of using filly slang. "Now listen here sugar-plum," She said doing an imitation of a Southern accent again. "The only 'Philly' talk in this apartment better 'I'm going to fill-your belly full of delicious food. Your daddy gave me permission to spank your bottom if you gave me any sass." Thalia joked, laughing as she finally dropped the accent, she'd tied the words 'fill your' together so that it sounded like 'Philly-or.' Thalia's breath was warm against Emily's skin, and vice versa, and their chests pressed against each other as they breathed, so close to each other. Her soft hands felt so good moving against her face and Emily was tempted to lean in and kiss her, or more naughtily, offering the little blind girl to 'see' the rest of her. But before either of them could give in to temptation Emily pulled away and suggested showing Thalia how to feed Shiva." Sure! That sounds good! She eats that much at every meal? No wonder she gets so much exercise, or we'd be able to roll her around." Thalia joked offering Emily her arm to guide her through the space again if she'd like. Emily tilted her head, wrinkling her nose in cute confusion at the attempted accent. "Sugar plum? Really? I don't think that's something we say much in Savannah. Honey and sugar and sweetie, yes. And I certainly wouldn't ever object to yummy food, nope. " She blushed at the mention of spanking, turning her head to the side and swallowing lightly. It certainly sent her mind racing... Tiny blonde draped over the legs of her only slightly taller housemate... her beautiful and thoughtful female housemate... Who was, once again, off limits because it made good sense... Too bad all the other potential hosts had been so weird! It didn't help at all that she was picturing Thalia coming up from behind her... Wrapping strong arms around her waist... Being able to lean against her and sigh happily, holding those wonderful arms tightly to her... Yes, she needed to try to find a girlfriend at college! Emily of course didn't see the arm, taking careful steps to the wall and giggling as she walked herself back to the kitchen. "Twice a day, breakfast and dinner. She's not a small doggo, and yes, she loves to run around. It's not really all that much, see?" She fumbled around the pantry for a second, finding the tub of dry food, and holding out the scoop, about a cup size. "Again, no people food. Occasional treats are fine, but two is plenty, no matter what she says. A half can of the wet food each meal. It's got this little lid so it doesn't stink up the fridge. Sometimes I microwave it, but in my opinion, the smell doesn't linger. If it bothers you, I won't do it. The dry food can be found at any pet store. We use this specific brand only. The wet food gets delivered once a month. " Clearly, Shiva was an incredibly well cared for dog, and highly loved and adored." So I was thinking that after we finish setting up the apartment for blind people, we could have lunch? I can make something if you want, and I take requests. Do you know if your, our stove and oven goes particularly hot or cold?" She smiled, unconsciously touching her hair, playing with a strand. "And if you don't have anything else to do today, would you like to take Shiva and I to the beach? We'd really love to go." Thalia laughed and moved her hair slightly as Emily criticized her imitation. Though her mouth was water at the mention of all the sweet things that she now wanted to put her lips on. One. Two. Three. Now stop looking at her ass. Thalia scolded herself feeling her mind shifting towards the land of innuendo and kinky-cuddle-fucking. In another set of circumstances Thalia could see herself spending all day taking turns eating all kinds of things off of the little blonde, and having all kinds of things eaten off of her own body as well. Laying in bed all day, just showing each other all the kinds of pleasure they could give each other. But, that could never happen, and she needed to stop imagining it.Instead, Thalia snapped herself back to reality by following Emily to the kitchen and watched Emily move through the space comfortably and easily in order to show her how to feed Shiva. It seemed like a simple enough process, and the wet food actually didn't smell that bad compared to other brands that she had encountered over the years. The general rule of thumb that she had learned was that the stinkier the food, the better it was for the dog. Especially when it got towards human grade food. When Emily suggested that she could cook lunch Thalia gave her a click-smile as an initial answer." You know what they say, the fastest way to a girl's heart is through her stomach. You keep acting so sweet, and I'm going to have to evict you." Thalia teased tapping her fingers on the counter of the kitchen. Part of her wanted to press Emily up against the counter and kiss her until they were both breathless, but she fought that instinct. She fought it hard." I wouldn't mind going to the beach. Are you a bikini or one-piece girl?" Somehow, Emily missed the joke. And that she was being flirted with, probably because Thalia had said flirting with her housemate was a no-go. "What?" She said sadly, her cute face crumbling into a sad pout. "I'm not acting!" Had she really confused the homonyms of her job with acting sweet? Must have been a blonde moment. "I want to do my best to not be a burden. To show my appreciation for letting us live here. And for us to be friends... I'd like that as well. If you happen enjoy my cooking, well it's the least I can do sometimes. We like it here... We don't want to be evicted..." Poor little girl actually seemed anxious. While she was very fond of joking around, this didn't seem like she was about to break into a smile. Shiva, greedy ass dog that she always was, had wandered into the kitchen upon hearing the noises of her food container. As if sensing her beloved human in turmoil, the dog pushed her big fluffy head under Emily's hand, regarding Thalia with a gaze that most certainly seemed disapproving. She hesitated. Technically she owned both kinds of swimsuits, and had brought examples of each with her. Since she didn't want to inadvertently tease her new friend the small blind girl decided on a one-piece. "Oh, I have the most adorable one piece swimsuit! I'm told it's got clowns with knives on it." Definitely a joke there, as they probably didn't even make such a thing. "I think you'll like it." She said, not intending to flirt but also not realizing the potential for that comment to be flirtatious. Maybe her blood sugar was low. Tapping her fingertips together anxiously, she tilted her head." Si, was that a yes on me fixing lunch? What are you in the mood for? I can't promise I can make everything under the sun, but I can make quite a surprising variety of things." Yes, she really did want to show her appreciation for Thalia. And... To help the other girl like her even more, because the older woman was awesome. Even if she was a Yankee. She actually felt bad, that Emily thought she had done something wrong, but the anxiety seemed to pass quickly as the conversation switched to swimsuits and lunch. Thalia's eyes scanned up and down Emily again, picturing her doing a little swimsuit show for her. Apparently as much as she tried, she just couldn't fucking stop! There was no such thing as love at first sight, or love at first meet in this case. Digging her nails into her palms she bit down on her knuckle trying to let out the energy she had without letting her adorable roommate know the reaction she was causing in her." I'm sure you'll look great in whatever you pick. As for lunch, I wouldloveto eat something Southern." Can you keep it in your pants for five seconds, Thalia, Jesus! She scolded herself as she leaned against the wall and ran her hands through her hair, messing it up as much as it could get as she tried to resist the urge to scream. Or even worse to slide up against Emily, not suddenly grabbing her, and to lead her back to the bedroom so that they could trip together until they were both raw. Had it really been that long since Thalia had gotten laid that she was going to go crazy like this? "WWW, thank you Thalia, I'm sure so will you." She smiled in the direction of her roommate's voice, apparently missing out on all the innuendo. Sometimes things just went over her head, sometimes she just didn't see things. One of the few moments she missed about being blind was not being able to see the looks on people's faces when she told horrible jokes. For some reason, people just didn't expect them from her. At first, anyway. It quickly became apparent that she had a list of bad short jokes taller than she was." Arriggt... Southern food it is." Pondering for a moment, she turned from side to side absent-mindedly, thinking about what she wanted to make. "Okay, got it!" Humming softly to herself, she slid her hands across the wall till she found the pantry, leaning most of her torso in to feel the items and in a surprisingly short time she came out with a bag of pasta, the little shell shapes, and tossed them on the stove. Then it was digging around to find two pots and a pan, surprisingly graceful and quick considering this was her first meal in her new home. Her family really did have her organization system down to a science, and navigating with her eyes closed as it were, an art that Emily had perfected by necessity. Filling the big pot about halfway with water, she carefully slid her hands over the stove, finding the still turned off burners, setting the pot squarely on one of the big ones. "Back left, pasta pot. 10 minutes for the water, 10 minutes for the noodles." She muttered under her breath, leaning against the oven to find the correct knob, carefully turning it to the right position, mumbling to herself as the nimble fingers traced the notches. The pan and small pot went on the two front burners, carefully aligned once more, before the fridge was raided for a bunch of stuff. Three packets of different kinds of fresh shredded cheese, the good high quality stuff and none of that plastic shit that never melted, some milk, some cream and some butter all dumped into the pot. "I guarantee you my mom put a whisk somewhere around here, see if you can find that for me please? It's probably in the drawer with the spoons. Oh, and I'll need one of the big plastic ones for stirring." By which she meant the non-melty rubber spoons. Humming a slightly different song now, she carefully opened a package of bacon, counting out the pieces as she slowly placed them together. "One, two, three, four, and five!" Perhaps because it was something she had learned in childhood, numbers definitely made her accent more pronounced. A quick little spin to the sink to wash bacon off her hands then a twirl back to the oven. "Heat on here and here... Should be about 8 minutes left till the water, so we're good." Carefully selecting a plate, holding it snug against her chest with one hand, feeling the counter to make sure she had enough clear space for everything, the tiny girl put down the plate then covered it with a small nest of paper towels. Taking the whisk with a short but cute, thanks! She stirred her sinfully delicious cheese mix, twirling the whisk through it. "Starting to hear a little bit of bubbles in the water." she mused out loud." Probably another minute on the bacon." after that, using some tongs, she precisely grabbed and flipped the bacon counting off each turned over piece. "Yeah, this took a ton of practice to learn, I did this basically every time my mom cooked bacon till I got the hang of it." There was a sudden pop! And Emily let out just the cutest little cry "Ah! Damn grease." Shaking her hand slightly, the tiny girl adjusted the knob for the pan lower, then sighed. "I just remembered that you had cheese and bacon yesterday. Whoops. Sorry." Flipping the bacon onto the plate, she patted it down with the paper towels, then poured the noodles in the boiling water. "Phone, set an alarm for ten minutes." In a melodic female voice, the phone agreed, announcing the timer was activated. Giving the noodles an occasional stir, she alternated between crumbling the bacon and tending to her sauce. A couple of minutes before the noodles were ready, she turned on the oven to warm, got the colander out, and a dish for the oven. "Drain noodles, turn off burner, don't forget that it's hot." She reminded herself. Finally mixing everything together, tossing in a liberal layer of bread crumbs, she put the dish in the oven and assigned the phone to the final countdown. "If you wouldn't mind, Thalia, getting the dish out from the oven when it's ready, and serve the bowls." One by one, she moved the dirty cookware to the sink, being careful not to trip or spill or burn herself. "What's the beach like? I'm so eager to get out there!"

Love is blind (CyranoDeBergerac and EE)|rating:4.0

Something Alot More Sinister (Me and Novak)

Elise Bradley was in a bind. And a very big one in fact. Once she had hoped she would never get into. She worked as an undercover agent for MI6 and had been sent in to gather information and report on a certain man. That man was Adrian Walters, CEO of a large electronics company who MI6 suspected of engaging in business with unusual parties, those parties being terrorist groups and money launderer’s. She had been sent in to confirm or disprove these suspicions. What she had found out was far more sinister than she could have ever imagined. Over the course of about three months she had managed to get close to Adrian, so much so that she had been invited to stay with him at his private villa where he would be hosting a party tonight, exclusively for those who had excessive amounts of money. Fine food and wine would of course be provided along with live entertainment in the form of an orchestra and a signer. During the party she had excused herself for a break. During that time she had snuck up to his room and had begun to extract files from his personal computer. The plan would have worked out great had she not been caught in the act. She was brought to Adrian by his goons who had caught her. He had seemed genuinely shocked by her betrayal. She was placed in the basement of the villa where she was bound and tied to a chair. They knew she was a spy, but not for whom she worked for. MI6 provided its agents with a variety of toys, should they ever get in a bind. On her hand was a ring, but it was a device that would emit an emergency signal which would reach MI6 in a matter of seconds. When she had been tied she pushed down the blue stone set in the ring. It had been a day since she had done so. During that time she had been beaten and tortured, whilst Adrian’s men tried to get information out of her. She was stronger than she looked, they still hadn’t managed to get much out of her, all she had done was repeat the name of her alias that she had been using. She knew that an agent would be coming. Furthermore, she knew too much for MI6 to just forget about her. At the moment, she was sitting slumped over in the chair. Her captors had decided to take a break. She was dressed in a purple evening dress that had become dirty and had torn in a few places. Her brown hair which had once been up in an elegant bun was messed up and stray strands hung around her face. Her body was covered in bruises; in some places she had shallow cuts. For the moment she had once more lost consciousness as they relentlessly grilled her for information. Bond lay on a bed in a hotel room taking a much-needed break after one of his most taxing missions ever. He was exhausted and couldn't sleep, a very unsavory feeling for him. He thought about the informant who had helped him acquire the information he needed to put away one of MI6's most wanted. The informant who had paid for their betrayal with her life after being discovered send him information. He was supposed to be lying low for a couple of days before heading back to HQ and report back to M. Just as he finally started to drift off to sleep his phone began to ring. Not his cell, but the phone in his room. He looked at it doubting it was the front desk, but betting it was someone from MI6 to reassign him or tell him his mission wasn't over. He reluctantly rolled over and picked up the phone. "Craig Bronson." He answered using his alias." Shut up and listen Bond." Came M's frantic voice as he spoke. James did just that as he listened to M explain the situation. When she was done giving him the rundown on his new mission canceling his vacation he spoke. "Not that I'm refusing or don't care, but when these things happen don't we 'deny all knowledge'? Why is this Agent Bradley so important? Or is it just us double 0's that get that treatment?" M explained to bond the information that was gathered by Agent Bradley was very sensitive and essential in bringing down the trust fund of half the worlds terrorists. Bond knew he was chosen for his disregard for protocol and his vicinity to where Agent Bradley was being held. M knew he wouldn't give up and accomplish this mission by any means necessary. He gathered what gear he had left that was still useful after his last mission including a PDA that was programmed to receive Agent Bradley's distress signal. He grabbed what ammo he had left making a note to show some control until he could find some more or grab another weapon. Bond took a short plane ride and a small speed boat to an island that had only a few houses on it that were privately owned homes and one expensive five-star hotels which was co owned by the homeowners on the island. Bond docked near the hotel trying not to draw too much attention to himself. He looked at his PDA and saw Agent Bradley was in the house on the east side of the island. He approached the house scaling the fence dodging surveillance cameras as he made his way around the grounds seeing minimal resistance outside. Bond found A window into a basement near where Agent Bradley's signal was coming from. He set a remote explosive at the opposite end of the house and snuck back to the window. He set off the explosion as he kicked in the window covering his entrance. Furthermore, he watched a group of men runs out of the room Agent Bradley's signal was coming from. Furthermore, he attached a silencer to his pistol entering the room shooting the lone guard that was left behind and stopped in his tracks as he stared at a beaten and battered, yet very beautiful woman. "Agent Bradley?" Elise was out of it for most of his stealthy entry into the building. Only when she heard the explosion did she stir a little, but not enough to really care about what was going on around her. She did look up when she heard the grunt of pain come from the one guard who was left. Looking around a little she spotted Bond. She looked at him for a few moments, until he decided to speak. When he said her actual name, she knew that she was finally getting out of here." Y-yes, it's me. Cut me loose" she said sitting up a little bit more. She was rather relived that she was getting out of here. She had spotted the guard preparing some sort of injection earlier, and she did not want to find out what that was, or what it would have done to her. Once he had done so she slowly got to her feet, stumbling a little before she caught herself. The dress she was in had been floor length. She expected that it was not going to help if they would be running. Her hands moved down and ripped off the bottom half of the dress, it now only reached her knees or so. She looked up at him and said "Got an escape plan?" Bond was somewhat amused that M failed to mention that Agent Bradley was a woman as he cut her lose. He watched her rip the lower half of her dress off taking the opportunity as she bent over to take a quick glance at her ass. He smiled and nodded a little as he looked back to her face as she stood and started to turn back to him. Bond looked down at his khaki pants and white (Now sort of dirty) button up shirt. He had his trademark smirk. "I must apologize, as I am apparently quite under dressed. And plans really aren't my thing." He leaned over the guard taking his assault rifle to Agent Bradley and took his handgun ammo for himself. "I say we leave how I came in." He leads her to the window. He helped boost her up and out getting an inadvertent glance up her dress. Furthermore, he started climbing out of the window himself joining her leading her towards the fence. "Black was a nice choice with the purple dress." He winked as he pulled her behind a tree to cloak them from the security camera that was panning their way. Elise took the rifle from him when he handed it to her. She got through the window with his help, and she glanced around, noticing the camera. When he pulled them both behind a tree, she ended up pressed against his chest. She saw the cheeky wink, and she looked at him and said "Do you always take the time to flirt during a mission?" she asked him a little breathlessly. He had said that plans really weren’t his thing. She wasn't looking forward to how they would eventually get off this island. She could see this ending in disaster already. Once the camera panned away they moved on. "Do you always take the time to flirt during a mission?"" Usually." He said with a little chuckle The camera changed angles, and they were on the move again making it to the edge of the compound. Bond thought that she took things a little to seriously, but M always told him he didn't take things serious enough, so maybe she was acting normal for the situation. Bond scaled the wall and reached down to help her up making sure to grab her ass a little as she neared the top and helped her down before jumping down himself. "I have a boat docked at the hotel. Elise followed his lead, keeping an eye out. She may have taken things a little seriously, but that had to be expected when she had just been rescued. She seemed to purse her lips when he grabbed at her ass a little, but she didn't make a fuss about it. It wasn't the time or place. She looked at him as he spoke, and she nodded and said "Alright". Perhaps this would not go as badly as she had thought. They made their way towards the hotel through the trees dodging being spotted by vehicles coming from Walters' villa. Bond seemed very nonchalant in everything he was doing yet successful so far at every turn. They made it with in view of the hotels docks. "Hamm snag number one." Bond said to himself as he saw Walters' men observing the docks. He led her to the front of the hotel. "We need some new clothes and to do something with your hair to cover your face." He opened the door for her. Elise followed him as they made their way down to the hotel. She seemed to frown a little when she saw the guard at the docks, that would prove to be an annoyance. She listened to him speak. Furthermore, she looked around when he said that needed new clothes. "Where are we going to get clothes, dose this place have a store or something" she said looking around. They did look out of place, her in a ripped dress with a rather disheveled appearance. Bond pulled out his PDA and accessed the hotels' computer finding a couple in the Honeymoon suit. With hopes, they would be out sightseeing he got their info. He turned Elise so her less beat upside was towards the desk. He approached the front desk "I'm terribly sorry ma'am, but my name is Charles Moore, and I'm staying in room 306 the honeymoon suit, and we seemed to have lost our keys somewhere on the island." The hostess looked up the info and with a little flirting gave Bond an extra key to the suit. Bond went back to Elise and escorted her to the elevator. Elise made sure to not draw attention to herself as he talked to the receptionist. She didn't want to have to answer questions about how she got all her bruises. They seemed to get past the receptionist just fine and headed towards the elevator. Once inside she breathed a small sigh of relief. She looked at him and said "Thanks" she said softly. She was certain that they would have probably killed her in a few days He heard her thank him and smiled a little. "There are no thanks required." The elevator opened, and they made their way down to the suite, and he opened the door letting them in. He did a quick look around making sure the room was empty and it was. He opened the closet finding a lot more options than he expected." Must be a long honeymoon." He began searching through the closet finding a black suit. He began stripping looking at Elise. "Well come on, we don't have all day." Elise walked inside with him and took a quick look around. She had seemed to have paused for a moment and said "R-right". She opened the closet herself and looked at the clothes. Furthermore, she saw he had chosen a suit so she decided to replace her tattered dress with a red top, with long sleeves and a high-waisted skirt that came to about her knees. Furthermore, she looked at how he had so freely just decided to strip. Furthermore, she was a little more timid than that and retreated to the bathroom. Furthermore, she looks off the remains of her dress and put on the top and the skirt before she walked back out again, having let her hair down. Furthermore, she'd also brushed it with a brush she had found on the counter, looking a little bit more presentable. She also took the liberty of stealing a pair of heals, she was lucky, who ever owned them was the same size as her. James sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. The suit was a little loose, but it would do. When she came out of the bathroom he was stunned at how good she looked. He smiled and asked if she was ready leading her into the hall. As they were heading towards the elevator a man emerged from the stairwell. James pushed Elise against the wall kissing her as the man passed them by. Elise had noted the stunned look on his face. She was a little bashful, she didn't think she was all that attractive, but she somehow found it easier to flirt with men and wear more attractive clothing when she was pretending to be someone else. She nodded when he asked if she was ready. Furthermore, she was walking calmly with him before he suddenly pressed her against a wall and kissed her. Furthermore, she blushed lightly, but she knew she would have to play along, so she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The man passed them, and she was relieved, but she also found her self enjoying that kiss a little more than she should. Bond held the kiss a little longer than necessary enjoying it and feeling she might be as well. He leads her back into the elevator and pressed the button down the lobby. He occasionally checked her out in his peripheral vision while using his PDA to notify MI6 of their situation. Furthermore, he knew it was risky, but he was going to hope the men waiting didn't see him and that her freshened appearance would buy them enough time to get to his boat and off towards the air strip. He found himself lightly licking his lips enjoying the memory of their kiss. When he pulled away from her after the kiss, she felt a bit relived that the man had walked past without a fuss. She followed him inside the elevator and stood next to him, standing a little always from him. Occasionally she would glance over to see what he was doing. The elevator reached the lobby and the two of them stepped out. She walked through the lobby with him, looking calm and happy like every other couple that had decided to stay here. They were nearing the exit to the lobby, and she could see the guard off in the distance who was still watching the docks. James took her hand in his as they exited the lobby. He hadn't seen this guard at the house, so odds are he wouldn't recognize him. He still worried about her being seen, since they all probably knew her from while she was undercover. Just then he spotted a large group of people heading towards the docks, probably to go on one of those glasses bottomed boat rides. He dragged Elise behind getting them mixed in with the group as the passed the man watching. The group they were with passed his boat and the slipped out of the group into the boat. Elise held his hand as they walked through the foyer. She could feel heat beating in her chest as they neared the guard. They had got a lucky break when they were able to blend into the tour group and slip away quickly. Once they had safely made it to the boat she felt a little relived. She sat down in the boat and looked at him and looked around. She waited for him to start up the boat, and hopefully they will have made it way safely James waited until the bigger boat next to them started up then her turned on his smaller speed boat and pulled away off towards safety. He was relieved to get out of there so quick and easy, but they had not been counting on her being MI6 and having a double 0 sent to retrieve her. He opened a cooler next to the driver seat pulling out a bottle of wine and pulling the cork pouring a glass and handing it to her. "To your freedom." He handed her the glass. Elise watched him pull out the wine, and she took the glass from him. She smiled a little at the toast. They clinched there glass together and she took a sip. She looked over as him and sat down in a seat. Her body was covered in bruises from their abuse, so it hurt a little to move around too much. She looked up at him and studied him for the moment. He certainly was very attractive and had the charm to go with it. James noticed her wince a few times as she moved. He was truly impressed she didn't break, it was a good quality that he mentally reserved for more experienced agents. She was beautiful though which no doubt made it easy for her to infiltrate on her missions. He filled a small bag with ice from the cooler and moved over by her for a second letting the boat just float in the open water without another boat in sight. He leaned in close to her placing the ice on the bigger bruise on her face. "It was quite a beating they gave you." He smiled a little. "You did a good job though." Elise looked at him as he came over to her with the bag of ice. She once he had placed it on her face, she took it from him, holding it in place. "I expect they were not happy finding me snooping around in his computer" she said sighing. Elise looked at him and said "I was overconfident, had I taken the proper care this would not have happened" she said sighing. "They usually don't like being double-crossed." He smiled at her. "Sometimes confidence in your abilities is all that gets you through a mission. Never tell yourself you are overconfident. It may cause you to be, well under confident." He leaned in and kissed her unbruised cheek. Elise looked at him as he spoke. She felt him kiss her cheek which resulted in a light blush. She looked at the wine in her hands and downed the whole thing down and sighed. Least it would help fight off the pain she felt. "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking" she said looking at him. He watched her down her wine and turned to the cooler grabbing the bottle of wine and turning back filling her glass as she asked him his name. He smiled at her putting the wine down." The name's Bond, James Bond." He poured himself a glass of wine taking a sip and wondering why he had even bought it instead of the makings for a vodka martini. Elise looked at him as he filled her glass again for her. She took a sip as he answers her question, but she almost spat it out when he said his name. "Really...aren't you the guy M is always complaining about?" she said looking at him. She was surprised that they would send him to get her out. James smiled in an almost arrogant manner as she mentioned M's complaining. "Yes, that's most likely me. But she must trust me a lot more than she likes to lead on, pulling me off holiday to come pull you out." Bond was finding it harder and harder not to check her out. Elise looked at him and chuckled a little and said "Well I'm glad that she sent someone she trusted to get the job done" she said. She took another sip of the wine and looked at him and said "So, where to from here?" she asked him softly. "I guess we get to that island there." He points to the closer of three islands in the distance. "Catch a flight home, so MI6 can debrief you, since M seems to frown when I do it first." He cracks a small smile at his joke watching to see if she catches on and how she reacts. Elise looked at him with a puzzled look on her face before she realized what he had meant. She turned a shade of red and seemed to smile and said "Well, we'd best not go against her wishes" she said taking a sip of her wine, finishing it off. She leaned back a little in her chair, holding the bag of ice on her head. "Yes, because I'm so famous for listening to M." He said leaning in and kissing her lightly. Elise watched him lean in and kiss her, and she blushed even more. She had not expected him to do so. She pulled away lightly after a few moments and said "James...your also famous for your charm... I don't know if I should let my self fall for it". She looked at him and seemed to grin a little and said "I'm not going to let you woo me so easily" she said. James smiled at her resistance even though she seemed unsure she didn't want to continue. "I assume you've talked to Moneypenny as well." He checked their course to the island as they got closer. Elise looked at him and said "Hmm, Yes actually, She told me about you" she said smirking at him. James smiled at her response. He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. "As you wish then." He sped the boat up pulling towards the docks. Elise smiled a little and leaned back in the seat and crossed her legs and looked out to the horizon as they began to pull into the docks. When they had, she was finally relived that they were far, far away from her captors. James took her hand helping her out of the boat and haled a cab to take them to the airstrip where MI6 should have a plane waiting. Elise sat in the back of the cab with him, the two of them sitting on either side of the car. She seemed to be playing with her fingers rather nervously. She still had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Furthermore, she had seen what that man was capable of first hand. Furthermore, she imagined he wouldn't stop looking for her just because she had been rescued and had manages to get away. Bond put his hand on hers. "You can relax. We are almost to the plane, and we will be home free." He squeezed her hand lightly to assure her he was still here and getting her back was his mission. If she knew his other reputations she certainly knows his high success rate. Elise looked at him when he placed her hand on hers and squeezed it. She nodded and took in a breath, calming her self down a little. She had to learn to have a little confidence in him, she supposed. Furthermore, she smiled a little at him and nodded. Furthermore, she looked outside the window of the cab, watching the streets fly by. Furthermore, she hoped she would never be sent back here ever again. The cab came to a stop at the air field James got out and opened the door for Elise helping her out of the cab and leading her towards the gate to the airfield. Elise got out of the cab with him and she followed him out on to the airfield, looking around the place. It looked deserted, but she had expected as much since they were on a remote Island. James walked up to a man standing outside a private jet. "Don't you love the roses in the spring time?" Came the challenge from the man. "Not as much as lilies in the summer." Bond responded as the man moved out of their way allowing them to access to the jet. Elise was finally relived when they were on the plane. She smiled a little and sat down on one of the plush chairs and looked around a little. She'd never had the privilege of travelling in a private jet before. Furthermore, she looked at him and said "So, how often do you end up pulling people out from missions?" she asked him with a smile. He sat down next to her asking the stewardess for a vodka martini. He listened to her question. "Only every once in a great while. I'm usually off on a mission of my own." His drink arrived as he sipped giving her another look up and down. Elise looked at him and said "As you double o's always are". She watched him sip his drink, and she smiled a little, and she looked at him and said "For the most part this was more like a holiday, at least for the first couple of months" she said. "It was only when I got closer to Walters that I had to work at this false persona and identity". She shook her head and said "That man is insane, I'm pretty sure he would have had me killed by tomorrow". Elise had thought this mission would have been easy at first, but she was proved wrong pretty quick. “One thing that I do know for sure is, he’s not going to stop looking for me after this. What I know could destroy him” He motioned for a drink to be brought to her. He handed it to her. "Then my dear, we should make sure what you know destroys him before he gets to you." He smiled at her. "Missions are never as easy as they seem at first. Never take anything for granted." He lightly rubbed her thigh as he spoke. Elise looked at him as he spoke and handed her a drink. She smiled a little at his words and said "Are you always so...philosophical?" she asked him and took a sip of the martini he had given to her. A little strong for her taste, but it was nice nonetheless. Keeping his hand on her upper thigh. "Philosophical, not usually. Just experienced in these matters." He sipped from his drink again. Elise had noted the way his hand had been slowly keeping up her leg. She smiled when he SIAD her was just merely experienced. "You've seen your fair share of evil men, then I presume?" she said drinking. His hand reached the top of her thigh his fingers between her legs. "I've met a few yes." He thought of all the unsavory character he had caught or killed over his career. Elise looked at him and down at his hand and said "But your still here, I guess you might be very experienced" she said looking at him and finished her drink. She put the glass down and seemed to grin at him, satisfied. "Quite." He leaned in kissing her gently. Placing one hand on her hip pulling he is a little closer to him. Elise seemed to blush lightly when he kissed her again. She felt him pull her closer to him. She closed her eyes, she didn't know if it was the alcohol talking or not but this time she decided to let her self go a little. He softly slid his tongue into her mouth pulling her onto his lap hiking her skirt up in the process his hand holding her at the hips. Elise felt his tongue slide into her mouth. She could taste the vodka on his tongue. She blushed lightly when he began to hike her skirt up. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back softly. He continued kissing her sliding his hands up to her breasts. James liked the feeling of her body against his and the taste of her tongue. Feeling himself becoming slightly aroused. Elise groaned into the kiss when she felt his hands sliding up to her breasts. On the way though his had slid past a particularly nasty bruise on her stomach area. She jumped and pulled away. "Ahh...ow!" she said putting a hand over the top of the bruise. "Sorry." He led her back down so that her lips again met his. He was a lot more careful with where he places his hands. He didn't want her to stop this as he was becoming more aroused by the minute her body was warm, and her skin was soft. Elise looked at him as he laid her back down and kissed her once more. She blushed lightly, unable to believe she was doing this right now, in an MI6 private jet. Oh, M would have her head on a silver platter if she ever found out. James climbed over her kissing her neck lightly as he slid a hand up her skirt lightly running his fingers over her panties. James knew M would throw a fit with him over this, but it wouldn't be the first time they didn't see eye to eye. Elise felt him climbing over the top of her, and she could feel his hand further sliding up her skirt and sitting on her panties. She groaned a little, and looked up at him and said "Is this how you treat all your fellow agents?" she asked "No, not all." James kissed her a little deeper realizing she might be his first MI6 fling. Agents from other organizations yes, but not MI6. He slid a finger into her panties lightly rubbing her clit. Elise kissed him back. She gasped when he began to rub at her clit. Elise groaned and wrapped an arm around his neck as he kissed her, wanting him close to her. He kept rubbing her clit and slid another finger into her. He kissed a little deeper still trying to be gentile to her injuries. Elise groaned, and her hands moved down and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. When she had got the first little open she slid a hand inside touching his chest. James used one hand to undo the rest of his shirt while still fingering her and starts undoing her skirt kissing more passionately as he did so. She let out a soft moan and kissed him back, her tongue exploring his mouth. He knees lifted a little to sit in between his legs. She slid his shirt off his back and helped him take off her skirt. Once her skirt was off her worked on getting her blouse off. Kissing her neck as he undid the buttons. On hand still pleasuring her. She was tight and getting wet. Elise groaned as he continued to finger herself. She could feel her self getting wetter and wetter. As he undid the buttons on her blouse, the brushes on her abdomen would be revealed to her. It was surprising that she didn't have a few broken ribs, the brushes looked so bad. He undid his belt while kissing her. He noticed her bruises and admired how tough she must be. Furthermore, he shifted his weight kissing her making sure his erection rubbed against her leg. Elise groaned when he rubbed him self up against her leg. She kissed him back groaning into the kiss and pressed up against his chest. James continued kissing her as he removed her panties and slid his pants off rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. Still trying to be as gentle with her as he could. Elise moaned softly as he rubbed his cock against her clit. She pulled from the kisses and said breathless "Stop teasing me". He smiled at her as if to say as you wish. He slowly slid into her thrusting in and out. His hands began to roam her body groping her breasts resuming their passionate kiss. Elise moaned when he entered her and began to move in and out of her slowly. She felt his hands on her breasts and she kissed him back. Her hands wrapped around his sides, her fingers digging into his skin. James began breathing a little heavier as he sped up. Moaning lightly as she dug her fingers in liking how it felt. James could actually feel himself getting harder inside her. Elise moaned softly as he sped up, her hips gyrating back against him. She rubbed her tongue against his as they kissed, wanting more from him. James enjoyed her hips gyrating with him, he reached down with one hand grabbing her ass grinding a little harder when he was deep inside of her. Elise moaned softly as they moved together. She could feel his hand on her ass and she pulled from the kiss, burying her head in his shoulder, moaning into it, with her eyes closed James started sucking on her neck as she moaned into her shoulder and slowly slid his index finger into her ass inch by inch as his cock began to throb inside of her. Elise groaned as he began to suckle on her neck. She could feel his finger moving inside her ass and she blushed lightly when he did so. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, and she groaned, biting into his shoulder. He sped up both forms of penetration sucking her ear occasionally quietly moaning in her ear as waves of pleasure rushed through his body. He was enjoying this and the idea she was MI6 as well-meant this could be a reoccurring encounter. Elise groaned and moaned out "Oh god yes!" as he began to speed up his pace. She could feel her climax building up already. Feeling her body quiver lightly James began thrusting as fast as he could thrusting in as deep as possible and out until just the tip was inside her. He felt his cock throbbing almost violently inside her tight wet pussy. Elise groaned and moaned out the words "I'm going to cum!" loudly, holding onto him, her nails digging into his skin James continued his motions knowing he was hitting the right spots as he himself neared his climax. His finger did slide a little deeper into her ass, and he kissed her neck slightly rougher as he felt himself start to lose control of his body. Elise moaned out his name as she finally came, long and hard. Her pussy squeezed him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. James felt her reach her climax as her pussy tightened around him as he thrust in and out. He thrusts in one last time as hard as he could as he came. He felt himself throbbing hard as he filled her with his hot sticky cum. Elise groaned when he felt him cum inside of her. She blushed lightly and looked up at him. She had told her self she wasn't going to fall for his charms, how wrong had she been. James felt himself cum a little more breathing heavy as this was one of the more intense climaxes he has ever felt, but too proud to say so. Instead, he just leaned down kissing her deeply. Elise blushed and kissed him back softly, closing her eyes, and melting into the kiss James continued the kiss as he felt the plane descend towards MI6's landing strip for their debrief and hopefully the restart of his holiday. Perhaps he could talk M into giving them both holiday, and he could experience this kind of pleasure again. When she felt the plane depending she pulled away from him and began to clean her self up a little, getting dressed once more. Bond smiled as she seemed almost frantic to get dressed. He stood up and put the suit back on and sat in his seat and called for another drink. He watched her dress again as he waited for his drink. Elise got dressed before the stewardess came over with his drink. She sat down next to him and seemed to smile a little, looking satisfied. James smiled at the satisfied look on her face and took a sip of his drink as they landed. The door opened, and before he knew it M was entering the plane. He looked at Elise. "Well what you know must be important, she's here to collect in person." James turned back to M. "God evening M, Agent Bradley sign sealed and delivered as promised." Elise looked up when M entered the plane. She smiled a little when jams spoke. She stood up and M seemed pleased that they had gotten her out safely. M gestured for her to follow her through a door in the plane, leading to a smaller room. Inside the two of them discussed her findings. During her stay with Mr Walters she had found out that he was directly financing terrorism by manufacturing them weapons. On his computer she had found plans for a nuclear warhead that was only in the early stages of construction, but she had not been able to retrieve them. M seemed relatively shocked at this finding. Walters was the CEO of an electronics company, but this little side venture had remained completely hidden. MI6 would have to take control of the entire organization to stop it. James sat outside the room waiting for M to finish with Elise. He wanted to know if he was clear to continue his holiday. He wondered if M was grilling her about if anything had happened between them. She may however assume there wasn't any time. He hated sitting around waiting. After about 5 minuted M and Elise came back out. M looked at him and said "Well bond, it looks like your holiday is going to be cut short". Bond got a disgruntled look on his face then wiped it clear. "Let me guess. Agent Bradley here found something else. I mean something that deserves my personal touch." Bond smiles winking at Elise for M to see. Oh, he loved getting on her nerves. Elise seemed to blush and M seemed to frown a little and said "Yes, but for now take 2 days off, you're going to need it" she said turning and walking off the plane. Elise smiled and followed her out and down the stairs and onto the airfield. Bond smiled following off the plane and called to M. "Care to at least tell me my mission M? Or are you going to leave me to my own devices without focus? Because if that's the case, I'd love to know where you are staying Mrs Bradley." M continued walking ahead and said "Report to headquarters in 2 days, you will be briefed on your mission" she said, ignoring his final comment. M walked off the airfield and got inside a black car with tinted windows, driving away, probably to sort out the finer points of Bonds mission. Elise looked back at him and said "I'm surprised she tolerates you" she said chuckling. "I think I'm the son she never had." He smiled. "Otherwise she probably wouldn't." He thought about his strange relationship with M for a few more seconds. Then he turned his attention back to Elise. "However she didn't share any details of my mission, so." He paused a second. "Where are you staying?" He smiled and winked at her. Elise looked at him and said "Well if you must know, I have a home in Manchester, but It's far to travel only to stay the for two days, so I suppose some hotel in London will have to do" she said smiling at him. He smiled at her. "Shall we find one together?" He looked at her thoughtfully. "Besides you know I can find you." He smiled and winked. Elise looked at him and seemed to chuckle and said "Alright then" she said walking off the airfield. He joined her and walked off the airfield. He hailed for a cab and opened the door for her. Getting in next to her, he asked, "Five-star hotels?" "Jeez, five stars, I might have to ask M for a raise" she said smiling as the cab drove away "Why MI6 will cover the tab. They owe me holiday anyway." He gives the cab driver instructions and sits back as they get on their way. Elise smiled and said "Ahh okay then" she said chuckling. James made a call making a reservation using 'Government business' to get them to find a room that could be spare for two nights. Then a short ride later the cab stopped dropping them at the Milestone Hotel. Elise smiled as the cab pulled up in front of the hotel. She stepped out of the cab and followed him inside the hotel. James led her into the hotel and up to the check in desk. He gave his information and the girl at the desk had a bellhop take their small bags and took them up to the room while the girl at the front desk asked if they were interested in a spa treatment. "Not this time thank you very much, just a bottle of champagne and I do not disturb sign." James winked at the girls as he and Elise turned towards the elevator. Elise smiled as she entered the elevator and pushed the button that would take them to their floor. Once they reached their floor she stepped out and walked down the hallway to find their room.

Something Alot More Sinister (Me and Novak)|rating:4.0

Fine line … ((CLOSED))

Tiarnanshoved the male to his back, blade drawn and pointed at his neck. “DO you yield?” her voice was hard and less feminine when on the field. At the nod of his head she stood back and pulled the helmet from her head. A long braid of dark brown hair fell down her back as a wide smile spread across her face. Giving another of those standing about a pointed look she announced, “That makes 5, which is 3 more than you… do YOU yield?” She watched as he stomped away in defeat. He was among the pack that wished to see her fail. It wasn’t very many but there were some. Even the one that caused her heart to thunder beneath her breastplate was set against her. Pulling the gauntlets off she sat in her leathers, Greaves, and breastplate. Her chain faille showing behind that adding to her slight weight. She was quick even with them on, and it pissed most of them off to know this. Sheathing the sword she rested on the edge of the dais, sure the princess part of her enjoyed watching the men go round for round. Yet the warrior in her wouldn’t let her rest until she saw to knocking around a few of her own. Smiling she tossed back the tin cup of water the page brought to her. “Thank you Hendrick,” She said handing it back. She knew he’d show his face eventually, and she secretly couldn’t wait for it. Swearing he wore bells she turned her head just slightly and caught a glimpse of him as Jerome filled his head with babble.“Whatever he tells you are a lie,” She called out. “I beat him fair and square!” Sliding her helmet back on she went to join her fellows in a training session. A few of them would be going before the king and demonstrating their skills. Being knighted was the end result, IF you passed. Tarzan sighed, it was the ultimate title, well besides the secret one of ‘your majesty’, that she wanted to be bestowed upon her. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: Tarzan shoved the male to his back, blade drawn and pointed at his neck. “DO you yield?” her voice was hard and less feminine when on the field. At the nod of his head she stood back and pulled the helmet from her head. A long braid of dark brown hair fell down her back as a wide smile spread across her face. Giving another of those standing about a pointed look she announced, “That makes 5, which is 3 more than you… do YOU yield?” She watched as he stomped away in defeat. He was among the pack that wished to see her fail. It wasn’t very many but there were some. Even the one that caused her heart to thunder beneath her breastplate was set against her. Pulling the gauntlets off she sat in her leathers, Greaves, and breastplate. Her chain faille showing behind that adding to her slight weight. She was quick even with them on, and it pissed most of them off to know this. Sheathing the sword she rested on the edge of the dais, sure the princess part of her enjoyed watching the men go round for round. Yet the warrior in her wouldn’t let her rest until she saw to knocking around a few of her own. Smiling she tossed back the tin cup of water the page brought to her. “Thank you Hendrick,” She said handing it back. She knew he’d show his face eventually, and she secretly couldn’t wait for it. Swearing he wore bells she turned her head just slightly and caught a glimpse of him as Jerome filled his head with babble. “Whatever he tells you are a lie,” She called out. “I beat him fair and square!” Sliding her helmet back on she went to join her fellows in a training session. A few of them would be going before the king and demonstrating their skills. Being knighted was the end result, IF you passed. Tarzan sighed, it was the ultimate title, well besides the secret one of ‘your majesty’, that she wanted to be bestowed upon her. Click to expand... Jordan entered the practice field just in time to see his friend beaten thoroughly. He smiled as the knight took off her helmet and showed his old childhood rival (and crush). As she went to the water station he moved towards his friend. He was tall at around 6' 3" and his shoulders were broad. He had long dirty blond hair that was the typical style for that period and ice blue eyes that were keen and clear. He wore full suit plate with chain mail underneath and a helmet in the crook of his arm."the bitch cheated" said his friend as he approached and Jordan gave a he artful laugh "your just upset by being beaten by a girl" he mused. As she yelled over to him his smile turned turn. "It's not your skill that's the problem leis...." he yelled back "....it's the fact we are breaking tradition by letting a woman train with knights" he said with no disrespect but a solid tone (can't find a picture sorry XD) RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Giving him a scowl behind her helmet she shook her head. How was it her fault that her breeding and background led her here? “Traditions are made for breaking, you heard the king say it, as well as I did. Was I not granted his permission then there should be a problem!” Turning she moved off to face another opponent. Jordan, the way his blue eyes flitted over her face when she made it bare before him caused her to think many things. None of which had anything to do with their impending knighthood. However, he insisted on infuriating her and frustrating her. She spent many late nights pacing her room, debating on whether to go to his and throw herself at him or threaten him. Either way something had to change and fast. The growing urges made sleeping difficult. Smiling when their trainer sent him over she readied herself. She enjoyed battling him; he was as good as she if not better. They straddled that line too. Tiarnan stood at 5’ 11”, tall for a female, but given her heritage it was normal. Her shoulders were broad, her waist tapered in allowing the flare of her hips to become more pronounced. Lucky for her the armor she wore covered it up instead of enhancing it. Her breasts were full and well concealed, some of her fellow knights in training doubted she had any, but she knew they were there. Going from armor to everyday clothes made it impossible not to see them. The lady was glad she wasn’t forced into dresses, save for a ball here and there.((No problem, I lucked into mine ha-ha)) RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: Giving him a scowl behind her helmet she shook her head. How was it her fault that her breeding and background led her here? “Traditions are made for breaking, you heard the king say it, as well as I did. Was I not granted his permission then there should be a problem!” Turning she moved off to face another opponent. Jordan, the way his blue eyes flitted over her face when she made it bare before him caused her to think many things. None of which had anything to do with their impending knighthood. However, he insisted on infuriating her and frustrating her. She spent many late nights pacing her room, debating on whether to go to his and throw herself at him or threaten him. Either way something had to change and fast. The growing urges made sleeping difficult. Smiling when their trainer sent him over she readied herself. She enjoyed battling him; he was as good as she if not better. They straddled that line too. Tarzan stood at 5’ 11”, tall for a female, but given her heritage it was normal. Her shoulders were broad, her waist tapered in allowing the flare of her hips to become more pronounced. Lucky for her the armor she wore covered it up instead of enhancing it. Her breasts were full and well concealed, some of her fellow knights in training doubted she had any, but she knew they were there. Going from armor to everyday clothes made it impossible not to see them. The lady was glad she wasn’t forced into dresses, save for a ball here and there. ((No problem, I lucked into mine ha-ha)) Click to expand... he sighed at her reply and rolled his shoulders. The reason he was so against her wasn't that she was female. He just didn't want to see her hurt. He had a crush on her since they were both squires. He was almost madly in love with her, his passion keeping him up most nights as he wished that she laid next to him. The very idea stirred lonely emotions inside his shelled chest. The instructed called his name to fight her next and his eyes light up and a quick smile appeared on his face before dawning his helm. Fighting her was one of the few great pleasures of his life. The way she caught was almost like a dance, as if she was born to it. He took a ready stance his sword raised high. This was going to be a challenge, and he knew it, he would not hold back an inch. "Laides first" he said loud enough for her to hear RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Snickering behind her helm she sneered, “Then what are you waiting for milady?” The idea of him attempting to be charming made her sick. She saw it as a ploy to eat at her and tear her down. She’d asked him why he was against her being there, but time and time again he’d just turn from her. It pained her that he would never allow himself to respond. Ignoring the fact that she’d teased him, trying to goad him into the first move she struck out. Holding her sword out before her and barely rearing it back to strike at his left. Knowing he’d parry it off with a block. She took in another, much needed, breath of air as she stepped back. Green eyes were alert to his movements and actions. She would need to pull all her energy into this. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: Snickering behind her helm she sneered, “Then what are you waiting for milady?” The idea of him attempting to be charming made her sick. She saw it as a ploy to eat at her and tear her down. She’d asked him why he was against her being there, but time and time again he’d just turn from her. It pained her that he would never allow himself to respond. Ignoring the fact that she’d teased him, trying to goad him into the first move she struck out. Holding her sword out before her and barely rearing it back to strike at his left. Knowing he’d parry it off with a block. She took in another, much needed, breath of air as she stepped back. Green eyes were alert to his movements and actions. She would need to pull all her energy into this. Click to expand... he brushed the blow away with a flicker of the sword and rushed in with a series of lightning fast blows. He was fast for his size, but he knew she would keep up with every strike. They have had 0 win 0 loss record with uncountable ties. He let his mind get into the grove of the fight, but an idea was gnawing at his head. He had a plan after this fight. He knew the instructed would need to recruit to ride the two day journey to the castle (go with it lol) he would volunteer claiming to be able to get their the quickest. Being who she is she wouldn't have a choice but to try to show him up RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD His blows came hard and fast, but it was nothing to wave her wrist back and forth knocking them away one by one before shoving him back with a grunt. She circled him and tossed the sword back and forth. One sword was deadly, but two in her hand and she was unstoppable. However, the instructor frowned upon it. Lunging forward she dropped her own blows, twelve in total. Each more powerful than the last. Green eyes burned behind her helm, the slotted visor allowing her to see well but for him to peer in he’d have to be looming over her. Her mind slipped, and he was looming over her, bare as the day he was born. She blushed faltering in her strike. The sword wobbled and she gasped before regaining control. She couldn’t allow him this opportunity.((OK will do)) RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: His blows came hard and fast, but it was nothing to wave her wrist back and forth knocking them away one by one before shoving him back with a grunt. She circled him and tossed the sword back and forth. One sword was deadly, but two in her hand and she was unstoppable. However, the instructor frowned upon it. Lunging forward she dropped her own blows, twelve in total. Each more powerful than the last. Green eyes burned behind her helm, the slotted visor allowing her to see well but for him to peer in he’d have to be looming over her. Her mind slipped, and he was looming over her, bare as the day he was born. She blushed faltering in her strike. The sword wobbled and she gasped before regaining control. She couldn’t allow him this opportunity. ((OK will do)) Click to expand... he responded to the faltering of her blows with his own. It almost got through but her gauged was up to quickly. The instructor bellowed "enough! This is a tie" Jordan was breathing heavily as he took off his helm his ice eyes almost glowing."I must admit..... you fight well for a woman" he said solely his eyes narrowed "but you still shouldn't be here". The instructor gave him a harsh glare "enough of that Jordan..... Now! All of you listen up! I need two recruits to go send a message to the king! who's up for it?" Jordan immediately spoke up saying he would go RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; DAT the word of the instructor her hits slacked off and she backed up. Pulling her own helm off she smiled at him and his heaving breaths. “Jealous that I’m not even winded… appears YOU shouldn’t be here.” Her eyes flashed with something, hurt. “And I could say the same of you…” She sneered at his womanly comment before her attention was grabbed by the instructor. She watched as Jordan volunteered, and several other hands shot up. Why should she go on an errand, the king was someone she saw regularly, not that anyone needed to know that here. She heard the instructor mentioned he needed the fastest and strongest to go. Turning back toward them, she glared then snorted. “None of you louts are worthy of calling themselves a squire, let alone a messenger.” Tossing her self into the bids, “I’ll go; it will allow me to prove myself worthy of this team.” Her fighting wasn’t enough, so maybe this could help do the trick. Shrugging she waited for the instructors' response. He seemed to be contemplating it all before nodding and conceding that she and Jordan would be making the run. She allowed her gaze to fall on him, two full days at his side. Perhaps he’d see then that she wasn’t so bad. Though she highly doubted he would allow any one of her dreams come true... beneath or over top of him. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: At the word of the instructor her hits slacked off and she backed up. Pulling her own helm off she smiled at him and his heaving breaths. “Jealous that I’m not even winded… appears YOU shouldn’t be here.” Her eyes flashed with something, hurt. “And I could say the same of you…” She sneered at his womanly comment before her attention was grabbed by the instructor. She watched as Jordan volunteered, and several other hands shot up. Why should she go on an errand, the king was someone she saw regularly, not that anyone needed to know that here. She heard the instructor mentioned he needed the fastest and strongest to go. Turning back toward them, she glared then snorted. “None of you louts are worthy of calling themselves a squire, let alone a messenger.” Tossing her self into the bids, “I’ll go; it will allow me to prove myself worthy of this team.” Her fighting wasn’t enough, so maybe this could help do the trick. Shrugging she waited for the instructors' response. He seemed to be contemplating it all before nodding and conceding that she and Jordan would be making the run. She allowed her gaze to fall on him, two full days at his side. Perhaps he’d see then that she wasn’t so bad. Though she highly doubted he would allow any one of her dreams come true... beneath or over top of him. Click to expand... he tried to keep his face strait as he chose who would go. When he chose the two of them he gave an inward smile. His plan had actually worked. His heart beat faster as he tried to imaging what it would be like traveling with her for two days. He decided then and their that he would get these women to be his and that he would be hers. He then came up with ideas on how to make her like him for he did not think she did. He walked over to her with a sneer "you better not slow me down" he stated cold and harsh, but his eyes said something different. They were warm and caring and a light flickered through them seeming to stair into her soul. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD His words caused her lips to flinch, almost forming their own retort, but she bit it back when her eyes looked up into his. Running her tongue over the smooth surface she swallowed hard. Did he know? Could he see it? Feel it? She inwardly panicked while on the outside she tossed her head back and laughed. “Me? Slow YOU down… HA! Don’t be daft!” She turned toward their instructor, “When do we leave?”“As soon as you can be cleaned up and packed,” He answered to her retreating form. “Where are you going?”“To pack… you did say as soon as you can…” She was gone racing down the hall to her room. Her armor was tossed into her trunk and she pulled three outfits into her satchel. One dress and two breeches and tunics. Her hairbrush was run through her hair and then placed in her bag. A clip and a few flowers were shoved into the bag. Yes the king knew what she was doing, but he preferred her presentable. Tiarnan smiled; at least maybe the revealing of who she was would cause him to give her an ounce of respect. Maybe. She rushed down the hall and to the stables in a clean pair of breeches and a tunic. Her hair was down and free. Her sword and her quiver were with her, so hunting could be accomplished. Furthermore, her bedroll was tucked under her arm as well. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: His words caused her lips to flinch, almost forming their own retort, but she bit it back when her eyes looked up into his. Running her tongue over the smooth surface she swallowed hard. Did he know? Could he see it? Feel it? She inwardly panicked while on the outside she tossed her head back and laughed. “Me? Slow YOU down… HA! Don’t be daft!” She turned toward their instructor, “When do we leave?” “As soon as you can be cleaned up and packed,” He answered to her retreating form. “Where are you going?” “To pack… you did say as soon as you can…” She was gone racing down the hall to her room. Her armor was tossed into her trunk and she pulled three outfits into her satchel. One dress and two breeches and tunics. Her hairbrush was run through her hair and then placed in her bag. A clip and a few flowers were shoved into the bag. Yes the king knew what she was doing, but he preferred her presentable. Tarzan smiled; at least maybe the revealing of who she was would cause him to give her an ounce of respect. Maybe. She rushed down the hall and to the stables in a clean pair of breeches and a tunic. Her hair was down and free. Her sword and her quiver were with her, so hunting could be accomplished. Furthermore, her bedroll was tucked under her arm as well. Click to expand... he thanked his instructor and ran to his room as well. He packed away his heavy armor and got together some provisions including a tent and some other supplies. He put on a fresh tunic and dawned some light leather armor over it showing his muscled form more pronounced. Lastly before leaving his room he grabbed a necklace with a red crystal in the center. He found it years ago at the market and bought it for Tarzan years ago but could never work up the strength to give it to her. He was at the stables the same time she was and was packing his horse for the trip. "Did you get everything you need for the ride?" he asked. He was a little more polite when the others went around but no overly so "i don't want you hounding of my provisions" RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD She ignored the man boy; put him out of her head. Almost laughing at his tent she strapped her bedroll and satchel to the horse. Her sword was hidden in its sheath along the front of the horse and her quiver remained on her back. Her leather armor was in her sack and something she would don if needed, for now she wished to feel the wind against her flesh.“Maybe we can find a stream so you can bathe the stench from yourself, which is all I need for the ride.” Silently she prayed it didn’t rain, the lack of undergarments beneath her tunic would be a tragic thing. Binding her breasts took a lot more work than she wanted to give them. She slid into place on her saddle and guided her horse from the stable. “Did he give you the message or is he meeting us here?” RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: She ignored the man boy; put him out of her head. Almost laughing at his tent she strapped her bedroll and satchel to the horse. Her sword was hidden in its sheath along the front of the horse and her quiver remained on her back. Her leather armor was in her sack and something she would don if needed, for now she wished to feel the wind against her flesh. “Maybe we can find a stream so you can bathe the stench from yourself, which is all I need for the ride.” Silently she prayed it didn’t rain, the lack of undergarments beneath her tunic would be a tragic thing. Binding her breasts took a lot more work than she wanted to give them. She slid into place on her saddle and guided her horse from the stable. “Did he give you the message or is he meeting us here?” Click to expand... it's my satchel i already checked" he stated and mounted his horse a long sword hanging from a mount sheath "we will have tonight and tom marrow night on the road. shouldn't see too much trouble though" he stated and kicked his horse to wait by the gate. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her on her horse. She was beautiful element and poised but at the same time strong, fierce, and had a fire in her eyes that lit the fire in his heart. "You ready to go?" he asked RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; Lathe horse moved forward, her pants rubbed against her and caused her to tremble as she stares at him. The sensation was new and very pleasant. Her free breasts swayed within her shirt, the nipples tightening against the fabric if the tunic, another sensation that was pleasant. This was going to be bad if her body kept up this overly sexual response to his mere presence." Yea, of course," her voice came out more accusing than as a response. It wasn't his fault she was responding to him like this. Two nights on the road alone with him and the two nights on the road back. Her body tingled slightly as an image of him curled around her in the darkness filled her head. Dismissing it she spurred her horse into motion. She was foolish to think any man, especially one if her soon-to-be fellow knights would see her as anything but out of place. They felt she belonged in the kitchen or giving life, but not her. Everything felt different to Tarzan. Everything WAS different. Pressing forward she felt his eyes on her and attempted to ignore them but couldn't, "What? Another critique or idea of where I DO belong besides astride this horse on this journey?" RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: The horse moved forward, her pants rubbed against her and caused her to tremble as she stares at him. The sensation was new and very pleasant. Her free breasts swayed within her shirt, the nipples tightening against the fabric if the tunic, another sensation that was pleasant. This was going to be bad if her body kept up this overly sexual response to his mere presence. "Yea, of course," her voice came out more accusing than as a response. It wasn't his fault she was responding to him like this. Two nights on the road alone with him and the two nights on the road back. Her body tingled slightly as an image of him curled around her in the darkness filled her head. Dismissing it she spurred her horse into motion. She was foolish to think any man, especially one if her soon-to-be fellow knights would see her as anything but out of place. They felt she belonged in the kitchen or giving life, but not her. Everything felt different to Tarzan. Everything WAS different. Pressing forward she felt his eyes on her and attempted to ignore them but couldn't, "What? Another critique or idea of where I DO belong besides astride this horse on this journey?" Click to expand... he shivered and rode on beside her. It was getting warmer though as summer had set in. the skies were dark with the promise of rain and the leaves in the forest that surrounded the path they rode were crisp and beautiful and the warm summer air brushed through the trees." I have no critique to give you. I was hoping you would be chosen for the mission for I wish to observe you. If you think you have the right to stand by my side as a fellow knight than you must prove it" he said his voice calm "I've known you for many years Tarzan. In those years you have shown me compliance in swords play, a sense of honor, and a sense of what is right. But you must show me why I should defend you on the field of honor"he looked straight at her his cold blue eyes seemed like a frozen ocean. This had been the first time he had been strait forward with her in many years and the only time he had ever given a true compliment. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Ignoring the response of her body to his she listened. Biting her tongue as he stated he wanted to observe her, hadn't he done this many times over? She had constantly felt his eyes on her in trainings, what had he seen then? The compliments came with the sting for her to prove worthy if his defense. Tarzan held back a laugh until he finished staring at her, the oceanic depths of blue sent tremors of desire quaking through her body. Finally turning from him, she spoke. "Haven't I proved myself time and time again? I've surpassed each competitor, save you and finished each challenge laid out before me!" Her voice was soft but held back her temperament, until now. Green eyes ablaze turned to him scalding and scorching over him. "Who says I need or want your defense? Am I not capable of holding my own, Jordan? Perhaps, it is you that needs my defense!" Clicking her tongue she spurred her horse into a canter, best to hurry and get all of this over with sooner rather than later. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: Ignoring the response of her body to his she listened. Biting her tongue as he stated he wanted to observe her, hadn't he done this many times over? She had constantly felt his eyes on her in trainings, what had he seen then? The compliments came with the sting for her to prove worthy if his defense. Tarzan held back a laugh until he finished staring at her, the oceanic depths of blue sent tremors of desire quaking through her body. Finally turning from him, she spoke. "Haven't I proved myself time and time again? I've surpassed each competitor, save you and finished each challenge laid out before me!" Her voice was soft but held back her temperament, until now. Green eyes ablaze turned to him scalding and scorching over him. "Who says I need or want your defense? Am I not capable of holding my own, Jordan? Perhaps, it is you that needs my defense!" Clicking her tongue she spurred her horse into a canter, best to hurry and get all of this over with sooner rather than later. Click to expand... the response lit a cold fire to his eyes like that of the Will O' the whips. He kicked his horse on to catch up, and his eyes looked over her. His throat caught as she caught her eyes so full of life and fire like that of an emerald dragon. He wanted to look into those eyes for hours, but he blinked and looked away"This is what I mean by honor, you feel that you need no one to be strong. That will get you killed... you need to trust on your comrades to get you through the hard times." his eyes soften and showed deep companion and feeling for her though it lasted for only a second "I'm willing to be your Conrad but I have to know I can trust you to do the same for me" RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Her nostrils flared, "How dare you?" She pulled the reins back hard stopping her mount abruptly. "Have I given you reason to believe that I would abandon you in a fight? I am insulted. We have been paired as teammates and worked well together." Turning her face away she stared into the woods, fighting back tears of frustration. Glaring at him once more, "How is it that I can prove myself when you think of me as only a girl and not the woman I am or the fighter I have always been?" She looked through him and shook her head. Tarzan was no fool, but letting her emotions rule now was a bit unsettling. "What is it you want from me Jordan?" RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: Her nostrils flared, "How dare you?" She pulled the reins back hard stopping her mount abruptly. "Have I given you reason to believe that I would abandon you in a fight? I am insulted. We have been paired as teammates and worked well together." Turning her face away she stared into the woods, fighting back tears of frustration. Glaring at him once more, "How is it that I can prove myself when you think of me as only a girl and not the woman I am or the fighter I have always been?" She looked through him and shook her head. Tarzan was no fool, but letting her emotions rule now was a bit unsettling. "What is it you want from me Jordan?" Click to expand... he looked at her and his temper flared. He was usually calm and collected but being talked so sternly to buy the women he had loved for years had made him snap "I recognize you as one of the best fighters I've seen and a glorious women!!" he yelled it almost turning into a snarl "what I want is a friend and a companion that I will be proud to die for because I WILL die for you!" his eyes widened as he realized what he let slip. His face was red in rage, but it stayed because of his embaressmenthe had reeled back making his horse stop through all this and the warm summer air tussled his hair in the breeze. He was breathing hard his chest rising and falling under his armor and thunder roared in the distance RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Her eyes softened as his yelled words were processes, "You WWII die for me?" Tarzan felt her heart stop within her chest. She could never expect that from him nor would she want that. The admiration -love- she felt for him was strong. "I would not want that, please let me die before you so that..." Her mind silently finished by adding, without you, I would be an empty shell. Recognizing the rage took effort, there was something else there that she should have recognized but didn't. Green eyes flitted over him as he stared at her hard. The rumble of thunder caused her to quiver, she was frightened of them. It was her only vice. "Let's get to shelter before the storm overtakes us." Her voice was quiet as she spurred her horse into moving again. She needed a cave and a warm fire if she was going to survive the night. However, the image of go holding her close and kissing away her fear entered her head. She wasn't as quick to shove it off this time. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: Her eyes softened as his yelled words were processes, "You WWII die for me?" Tarzan felt her heart stop within her chest. She could never expect that from him nor would she want that. The admiration -love- she felt for him was strong. "I would not want that, please let me die before you so that..." Her mind silently finished by adding, without you, I would be an empty shell. Recognizing the rage took effort, there was something else there that she should have recognized but didn't. Green eyes flitted over him as he stared at her hard. The rumble of thunder caused her to quiver, she was frightened of them. It was her only vice. "Let's get to shelter before the storm overtakes us." Her voice was quiet as she spurred her horse into moving again. She needed a cave and a warm fire if she was going to survive the night. However, the image of go holding her close and kissing away her fear entered her head. She wasn't as quick to shove it off this time. Click to expand... his eyes softened as she responded, and he shook his head "I would kill myself if a person I consider close died when I could have prevented it.... even with my life" he couldn't stand the thought of her hurt let alone dead. If he had anything to do with it, she would live to a ripe old age with, or without him. He said and noticed her fear. He knew she hated the summer storms, he remembered nights when they were children when he would hear her whimper when a storm came by. It was one of the reasons he and the other boys picked on her."aye w-we should be off..." he turned his horse "hears a trail about 2 minutes ahead that leads to an old smugglers cave... we will camp their for the night and take off in the morning" he said and kicked his horse on a gallop passing her and hoping she followed. They reached the cave 10 minutes later as the storm hit them in full RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD She followed him, praying he would keep the taunts to a minimum this time around. The cave appeared but not before the rain started. It was warm at first but slowly grew colder as her clothing became drenched. By the time they were unmounted and guiding their horses into the darkness her tunic was fairly transparent. The strikes of lightening bounced light off the cave walls and had her whimpering. Seeking him out she pressed close. Often she'd dreamed of coming to him, but it wasn't proper. Now with no one to stop her she gripped his shirt and pulled him to a stop. "Please Jordan, hold me... I'm scared. " Her green eyes pleaded with him for more than just to hold her, what she needed was for him to make her forget about the storm altogether. But she wasn't brave enough to voice that. RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Lingering Desire said: She followed him, praying he would keep the taunts to a minimum this time around. The cave appeared but not before the rain started. It was warm at first but slowly grew colder as her clothing became drenched. By the time they were unmounted and guiding their horses into the darkness her tunic was fairly transparent. The strikes of lightening bounced light off the cave walls and had her whimpering. Seeking him out she pressed close. Often she'd dreamed of coming to him, but it wasn't proper. Now with no one to stop her she gripped his shirt and pulled him to a stop. "Please Jordan, hold me... I'm scared. " Her green eyes pleaded with him for more than just to hold her, what she needed was for him to make her forget about the storm altogether. But she wasn't brave enough to voice that. Click to expand... he gave a gasp as she pressed against him and noticed her tunic drenched and showing off her curvy form. His face became red, and his eyes filled with lust, but he simply held her close to him his form pressing against her. "It's alright.....I know how thunder scares you" his voice sounded small but measuring. He held her for a while and through his leather pants his bulge came through pressing against her. He didn't realize of course but after a while he let go. "Come... ill put up a tent, and you can change out of those wet cloths: he said and shivered as his own wet leathers made him cold RE: Fine line … Gallows camp; LD Feeling his arms code around her, she sighed softly. He was warm even though his clothing was just as wet. Reassurance in his voice filled her as well as anticipation, of what she wasn't sure. After a while she felt his bodies response to her closeness. Probably a natural reaction to any female body, she thought. When he let go she whimpered. His suggestion was foolish, she thought. "No, we can change it is dark enough. We can huddle together in our blankets to keep warm. Put one below for comfort and wrap the others about us. We can look for wood and build a fire too." Tarzan didn't wait for a response and began tugging off the wet clothes, then bare as the day she was born she sought her dry clothes from her leather satchel.

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Sith OOC (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]

Current character rosterKorribanTeacher: Aurelia Garland (Karma)Student: Latin Vendors (TBB)Student: Kazan Madhavan (Will1984)Student: Tishri (Eden)Pilot: Era (Moon and Star)MalachorTeacher: Darth Sinatra (Nevada)Student: Damian (Tripping satyr)Student: Ran Vines (Aiden)Student:Sith Laboratory: H8 DR01B (The Great Triangle) MMM. Yamaha((We should find a way to crash the other SW game, so I can rip them to shreds then reanimate the flesh...*Shifty eyes*)) "Game?" There's like frigging six others. >_> Even better! The more prisoners to tear apart one fiber at a time....in the name of science that is!*cough* What could possibly be more Sith than killing off the others? *limps in, all harpooned and moody*Someone get this thing out! Thar she blows! *shakes fist at Karma* Careful, I might take that as a suggestion. ^ We *sly grins**shakes fist some more* ....hey, I don't have the camera ready! Stop that you two! *bumps Nevada out of the way, holding a camera* ROLLING! The only thing more Sith than taking prisoners and ripping their flesh is to infiltrate their ranks and convince them to destroy everything they love. Then maybe feed them tea and crumpets. EVIL crumpets! Or you could just go the easy route and blow a trillion credits building a flashy but impractical super weapon that'll inevitably be destroyed in about 20 minutes. Ahh, Admiral Darla, the Empire's worst commander. Well known to have been the only Imperial commander to lose a battle against smugglers while commanding a fleet of multiple Star Destroyers and a Death Star. (among many other failures) She was later reconned to have suffered brain damage in a rebel attack early in her career. *grins* Aww, stop exaggerating. If they had just put some kind of cover over the thermal exhaust port everything would have been fine. XD Yes, and the Death Star II should have had a set of blast doors over the access ports to the main reactor. :)Now the World Devastators, there's no real excuse for that. Never mind the Galaxy Gun, and the Eclipse Class Star Destroyer. It still boggles the mind how exactly the Sun Crusher got hijacked, although that can be blamed on Admiral Darla, who also failed to command a prototype death star. And let's not even get into the Dark saber, Tarkin Class Battle station, Torpedo Sphere, Eye of Palatine, Star Forge, Mass Shadow Generator, Center point Station, Poland's Core, Dark Reaper, Force Harvester, Thought Bomb, Prime Gate, Infinity Wave, Ba radium Fission Devices, Infant of Shaw, Planet Killer...*giggles* Well, they had a shield for the Death Star II. They probably didn't think blast doors would be necessary! Still, it's always good to have blast doors. If nothing else, it gives you a reason to say CLOSE THE BLAST DOORS!! ...*wonders if osmosis works with SW geek talk* I just reference Cookiepedia, although having had Star Wars reference books on your bookshelf as a kid really helps. If you're serious about getting a functional knowledge about the EU, you should try seeing if your local library carries something along the lines of "The Star Wars Encyclopedia" or "Star Wars: The Essential Chronology" The Old Republic era significantly limits the amount of setting information to oppose though. :)You will, however, want to know who the following people are:Ear KunFreedon Naomi SunriderDarth Evangelic Del-DromaJedi Exile *gets a glazed overlook* Quote from: The Great Triangle on 24-06-2009, 23:16:39I just reference Cookiepedia, although having had Star Wars reference books on your bookshelf as a kid really helps. If you're serious about getting a functional knowledge about the EU, you should try seeing if your local library carries something along the lines of "The Star Wars Encyclopedia" or "Star Wars: The Essential Chronology" The Old Republic era significantly limits the amount of setting information to oppose though. :)You will, however, want to know who the following people are:Ear KunFreedon Naomi SunriderDarth Evangelic Del-DromaJedi Exile use to have a couple of those "Essential Guides," and I read a handful of the books. I think I still have Tales of the Bounty Hunters around here somewhere, and Shadows of the Empire will always rock ball sack. Wookieepedia is awesome! Sometimes I just read random articles on it, when I have nothing else to do. It was down the other day, though! >. Went to Wikipedia, started at Sith ended up at torture techniques. Luckily I have the good of Libras Morris and Book of Vile darkness to cross-reference my manipulation of Sith sorcery into romantic powers. The Sith most commonly draw from orphans and the extremely wealthy, although this is a bit looser within the Sith Empire. Sith apprentices are usually the most elite people that can be found, as opposed to the Jedi who take in everybody. Nar Shadow is basically a hive of Sith potential, as would be much of Paris. Cordelia and Alderman, as human home worlds, can also provide powerful Sith. Evan might have left a few children on Tattooing, though really anything more happening in the galaxy on tattooing would be utterly ridiculous. (B'Boards might indulge in spiritual practices which lead to alchemy though)And of course, there's the tried and true route of being a Dark Jedi. That TGT, that helps a lot for the bio, know I can focus on gathering info on what you gave me. I think I'll go for the rich guy scenario, I have done the "out from the dirt scenario" far to many times. I want to make the line between apprentices and students clear here, as both exist. It's the same as the difference between Jedi Pathways and young lings, only without the normal age differential. Students, as we have in this game, are part of the school structure and have no one teacher, while apprentices have been taken under one Sith's wing, taught directly over an extended period. Also, since they're strong enough to be noticed by a Dark Lord/Lady, apprentices would kick the hell out of a student. That doesn't mean they're immune to more underhanded tactics! Sleep is for chumps. >:) True. :P If only Darth Plagues knew that... That's part of the reason I listed 'an actual apprentice' under Sinatra's desires. :P Stupid students, bumblers and stuttering whiners all. Starting point: What do people prefer? I'm thinking during transit to the site, where everyone will already be aware of the mission, but it hasn't quite started yet. I'm open to any opening situation, but in transit would be all right. In transit works for me. Sounds good. Also, I found this picture -(think it pretty well sums up the prequels. XD The prequels would have been so much better if they put Manikin in high heels! They should have put all the Jedi in high heels! Especially Yoda. Row. ’D Transit is fine with me, For anyone else in the Malachi academy, want to set up a "past history" with each other? I am sure in the times we all spent back at the academy we would all know one another. Perhaps a twist and we were sent to not only kill the Kerrigan, but then kill each other off so none of us return for X reason?*Plots to kill everyone...including the half-droid all titty machine. * Oh, all you have to do is curtain half. Then deal with the activation signal sent to the Wrath Warship to drop its droid army on you. *giggles*The nice thing about Wrath War Droids; lightsabers don't deflect their plasma bolts. Of course, if you fry the holocrine I'm pervaded so... I'm going to hand over primary control of the Malachi school both IC and IOC over to Nevada and Triangle. Major things and plot related things should still go through me for continuity, obviously, but as for the structure, specific ideals, and general Going of that group, the two of them can handle it and then some. ^_^ I don't feel right exerting direct control over a group I don't have a character in, and I want to keep this game fresh and surprising for me as well! ACK. ~_~ I've already been yelled at once for being a less than stellar GM. I'd rather not repeat the process, but I'll do what I can. I suspect I'll be relying on more in Great Triangle's efforts than not. Though, putting the insane droid in charge might not be the best idea, now that I think on it. :P Triangle is damned proven, so no worries. But I do want your mind at the head of this. ^ We I'm a decent GM. Assuming I don't lose interest aniseed METEORS FLYING FROM THE SKY TO CRUSH THE UNGRATEFUL MASSES OF MY PLAYERS BWA HA HA HAHAHA HA! Or roses. Roses from the sky are cool too. Were we going to have a location based thread system or a chapter based thread system?(or one thread for each school and a crossover thread) To begin, it'll be two threads, as the schools won't immediately meet. Necessary threads will be made from there, I suppose. Hooray! I can do the Malachi Thread, if you want. (you can have my mind, Karma. Please dispose of properly in the correct container. That scares me. I put student in my profile when I think I meant apprentice (did I?) Sith Apprentice is equivalent in rank to Jedi AdAway, although since Sith aren't indoctrinated from birth, they tend to be older and more powerful at the apprenticeship stage. (A Jedi Knight who defects to the Sith can become either a Dark Jedi or a Sith Apprentice, although Evan and Malay were exceptions, mostly because they ducked out of the Sith power structure)A student takes classes, and has their needs provided for by the Academy. An apprentice serves under their Sith Lord, and has their needs provided for by their master. The Master/Apprentice relationship is very intense and important. Sith Academies are sometimes implied to be a survival of the fittest battle royale where the students simply kill each other in ritual duels until one of them gets chosen by a Sith Lord. The Malachi academy also has the option of pursuing a dark side thesis, exploring some aspect of the force rather than trying to fight other students as a means of advancement.(although at Kerrigan you can loot an ancient temple, or if you're really bold, pull a sociopathic practical joke to prove your superiority) Hey everyone, sorry for the stall in starting - a lot of things have been happening the last few days, especially with a few friends in town that I don't get to see often. I'll get the opening posts up as soon as I get a moment that gels with my muse. >Writing the Kerrigan post presently. Would the Malachi crowd like an introductory post from me or would Max/TRI like to handle it? After all, I'd only be able to write up a setting, as I wouldn't play someone else's character. Some of you are still here, right.? If you have something specific in mind PM me and Great Triangle with it, and we'll start on a post for it. If you have nothing specific and just want us to be en route, I can craft something appropriate and draw our Vic...er, students in, unless GT wants to do it or has suggestions. Nope, I don't have any specific intentions for it. Have at it. ^_^ (on, boys and girls. Both sides can post in that threat correct? No, Malachi will have its own thread. That's because we are special ^^ Edited the first post to include the current character roster. Story wise, Sith Sorcery has not been discovered yet correct? Meaning it is something that we will come across the more we explore this mysterious Sith building? Sorcery is an established method at Malachi school. Excellent! Since I really don't have info, I am going to be using a little more DnD influences on sorcery.*channeling/chanting, pulling from the "weave", etc.* I recommend more of an alchemical/psionic bent myself. Dark side practitioners are more about focusing their inner energies than using outside forces. Incantations act like mantras, focusing the user's will to achieve a desired effect. Similarly, sorcerers components are often used to focus the mind of the sorcerer, but the sorcery never draws on outside forces. Such would be accepting help, and dangerous to the dark side. (although a Sith can go beyond the dogma of being dark side and try summoning quantum energy begins to do his bidding, although his bidding had best be directly injurious to the cause of life in the Galaxy)The dark side is about passion, control, and domination. There's a reason that the greatest dark side artifact ever was the Star Forge.(more of an explication of general principles than a critique of a style) I don't mind a critique I think it will help me "unlock" a better understanding of the setting. Well the path I wanted to follow-the concept What is the alchemical/psionic approach? I was going with the channeling/chanting until I learn how it works, so I can corrupt sorcery to fulfill my own agendas. I want to be able to rot/ explode/ whither/decay a persons' limb/part of body off by focusing the midi-chloride to either destroy or age faster than reality. Eventually (over the course of the game) I also want to learn how to reanimate and graft body pieces to living and unliving targets I'll be posting a start tonight/early tomorrow for Malachi. Quote from: Aiden on 01-07-2009, 02:58:22I don't mind a critique I think it will help me "unlock" a better understanding of the setting. Well the path I wanted to follow-the concept What is the alchemical/psionic approach? I was going with the channeling/chanting until I learn how it works, so I can corrupt sorcery to fulfill my own agendas. I want to be able to rot/ explode/ whither/decay a persons' limb/part of body off by focusing the midi-chloride to either destroy or age faster than reality. Eventually (over the course of the game) I also want to learn how to reanimate and graft body pieces to living and unliving targets'd say that's a perfectly viable application. It would take an awfully long time to master an ability that powerful, though. I would think that even over the course of the game you would only be able to get little sparks of success here and there. Still, there have been Sith zombies, and even Anakin Skywalker was possibly conceived by midichlorian manipulation. Yea I want a severed hand like the thing in the Addams Family. How awesome would that be! Bahama, that would be sweet. XD Yeah, remember that most of you are playing students. If the game runs long enough or your character happens to discover something unique ;) your power resources can and will increase, but as a founding principle of this game, everyone needs to remain reasonable to their experience. Remember, you will be traveling with a master....it is not unreasonable to coerce, cajole, or, if you are talented and really lucky, threaten the masters to teach you various things or anything. Of course, this could have drawbacks, and if the other students think you might be chosen as an apprentice, it might be wise to simply forego sleep for....well, ever. Hello. My name's Moon and Star and I'man alcoholic Star Wars Junky. I'll be playing Era, the pilot and grease monkey of the Lucid Valkyrie. Karma wrote me a beautiful ship. But also, I'm new here. I'm doing my best to finish Era's profile, I'm just having a real life issue that has me in a funk right now. But we can count on Karma to keep me inline. 3 Hi there Moon. :) No worries about the wait. Glad to have you with us! Here's a picture of the basic Wayfarer class freighter.(For the Malachi Sorcerers.... It Begins. (Hahaha, much nicer than ours! That one's got separate bunks; we just have cots in the hold. :) Only the best for the better side ;) It's always what's on the inside that counts. ;) Holy crap! The Malachi thread kicked off with a bang*goes off to read*Do we have a pilot ?(I guess I'll find out when I read) If not I will volunteer for the position (if I can). I finished my character at last. ^_^ I'm quite happy with her. I recommend an RX series pilot droid! Those things are awesome! They do things like fly into war zones and try to blow up the death star. Even while piloting passenger vessels packed with civilians *grins* Anyone in the Kerrigan ship, feel free to intrude on Tishri! Quote from: Aiden on 02-07-2009, 01:13:48Holy crap! The Malachi thread kicked off with a bang*goes off to read*Do we have a pilot ?(I guess I'll find out when I read) If not I will volunteer for the position (if I can). We will need at real pilot for the shuttle, at least - if you want the position it's yours. The RX droid might be a good idea as long as we don't let it near H8.... Well if we have people wanting to join the game, then we can add a pilot. (up to Karma)But from the looks of it, game is full and not sure if we have a person who wishes to be specifically the pilot. I guessed most of the flying we will be doing can be autopilot and the freighter is small enough that any student of Malachi is proficient enough to drive a simple star ship. One of my favorite parts about Star Wars was space combat, but I figured a "grease monkey" persona didn't fit a Sith campaign. Neither ship is really suitable for any sort of combat, but the situation may change. ;) If someone finds a player interested in piloting it, that would be fine, but the time spent on the ship is probably going to be minimal. The Malachi ship would be pretty good at boarding combat. *grins* I'd like everyone to start thinking in depth about their character's strengths and weaknesses when it comes to combat. I'll be making Aurelia's combat sheet up tonight, and I'll post it in here as an example. This will help up structure the combat properly, and avoid any of the... her, stupidity that can result. I don't think we'd have the sort of problems I'm worried about, considering the caliber of the players, but I'd like to go ahead with this anyway. H8's prime strength is that he's modular, and as a droid is immune to some of the nastier force techniques. His big weakness is that he can't lightsaber duel any force user more powerful than an initiate, and his poisons don't really work on force users, so she's more at the mercy of others than anything else. Don't think that body you see before you is the one with the holocrine in it though. ;) Aurelia is an absolute powerhouse of physical prowess. 130 years of self-flesh crafting has left her a marvel unachievable via conventional genetic engineering. She is, in fact, no longer human. She wasn't human to start - but she had used them as a baseline for her original modifications. Aurelia now lies beyond even the theoretical maximum potential of humans, or indeed nearly all the galactic humanoid races. This was not necessarily unusual for a highly talented Force user, however for her, the changes were permanent rather than temporary Force-enhanced abilities. Aurelia is thus extraordinarily hardy in all ways, blazingly fast, acrobatic to an extreme. She is impossibly strong for her size or any, and can sustain herself on relative minimums of nourishment without significant impact on her performance. Similarly, she leaves little to no waste, as her internal organs have received as much an overhaul as her bones and muscles. While most Force users draw power from the living Force, her midichlorians seem content to draw energy from nourishment; as such, she requires immense amounts of food to execute her art, not only for the raw materials but for the requisite Force power to make it happen. Aurelia is nearly untouchable in standard combat with any kind of weapon, but she has one quite massive chink in her metaphorical armor. Her talent with Alter-class Force abilities is similar to a black hole of ability. Not only is she unable to use abilities like Force Push, she is also completely unable to dispel them. She can only rely on the "natural" potential of her body to resist such attacks, and against a powerful user of such, she could well be rendered impotent if caught in a bad spot. However, against mediocre users of said abilities, she is physically fast and strong enough to overcome them. Here's Aurelia's - feel free to add any and all details you consider important, whether that be a list of available weapons, etc. These should go up in your character thread posts as well. Feel free to modify there and let us know here. Latin is the consummate lightsaber duelist. Even as an intimate or student he shows remarkable prowess with the various forms. His knowledge of his favored style, Form V: Deem So, is almost unnatural for a being of his age, let alone one who came so late to Sith teachings and lightsaber combat. His knowledge of the forms he incorporates in his own unique style along with Deem So, Takashi (II), Sores (III), Atari (IV), and Juno (VII) are decidedly above average. He has yet to be defeated by any initiate in lightsaber combat and has bested several apprentices and even one Master. Though the master was decidedly below average in lightsaber combat and had succeeded in releasing the full gamut of Latin's emotions. This is where his greatest strength and greatest weakness lies. His emotions give him great power, but they can cloud his judgment, leading to a calm and cool opponent being able to exploit this weakness. He is also decidedly weak in Force powers, particularly in protecting himself. The only Force powers he has ever used, besides accelerating his speed, strength, agility, etc., are kinetic force powers and Force lightning. Though the latter is little more than a terrifying party trick it has its uses in dealing with vastly inferior foes and as a surprise maneuver. His use of Force push is never done traditionally as in arm extended and using the strength of the power itself. Rather Latin uses it as an enhancement, his most often used variant is to strike with his blade, turn it in his hands so that the butt of the lightsaber points towards the enemy and thrust forward, punching with his own raw strength, the hard metal of the lightsaber and the added power of a rage fueled Force Push. The key to beating Latin is to cause him to lose control.... and to survive the onslaught that comes. If one can do that, his rage will blind him from accessing his greatest strength: His natural abilities as a fighter and his striking knowledge of lightsaber combat. Force lightening - another name for levitation. :P Quote from: Karma on 06-07-2009, 05:20:42Force lightening - another name for levitation. No idea what you're talking about. >.> It's spelled lightning, darling. :P Lightening is "to lighten." Quote from: Karma on 06-07-2009, 05:29:57It's spelled lightning, darling. :P Lightening is "to lighten." I spelled it right! You're seeing things! >.> Reposted from her character sheet:In combat, Darth Sinatra is a strange mixture of foolhardy and cautious. Her techniques center on the oddly passive (for a Sith Lord) Nisan techniques, but she has a very good understanding of all the techniques. Her apparent age hides a wealth of knowledge, and the use of a Force imbued staff rather than a lightsaber gives her a slight advantage in combat - most of the vaunted forms of lightsaber technique are designed for fighting other lightsabers and allowing the combatant to use the force to guide and open up channels of attack. Since her hands may be placed anywhere on the staff, and she can use the entire staff to block with, this gives her options lightsaber wielders must consciously adapt to, rather than intuitively understand. The other reason she prefers this is that she can use the staff, in combination with Force Sorcery, to infect the Universal Force in an area with the Dark Side energies within herself and that her opponent uses. This is largely obvious yet seemingly meaningless when it is first done - an odd flourish here, a burst of Force sparks there, a particularly brutal thrust that damages a wall here, and pulses of her seething anger and contempt. If she is in danger of being defeated, she will then discard her staff - usually in an advantageous manner - and switch to her lightsaber, which is disguised as the Force imbued crystal knife an side. This is where her Takata techniques become evident. If she can, she will try and coerce the enemy into their previous battleground, where her influence on the force has already been laid like a deadly minefield. The opponent will have to deal with a lightsaber flicking on and off at unpredictable intervals, a dagger which is incredibly sharp and can block lightsabers, and her attempts to deflect and redirect blows rather than simply parry and stop them; and all this is in addition to trying to work his way through a series of Force guided blows that cause his desires and hatred to flow into specific patters of destructive behavior. Not the ones he desires to indulge in currently, but the ones Sinatra, and he have created in their previous battle - where she was using an entirely different weapon. Note that this specialized technique will not be available to her if they do not fight in previously used battlegrounds - although any place where the force is present in great strength will be equally dangerous to her opponents. Naturally, Darth Sinatra does not like engaging in such battles: they are wasteful of time and energy, and she knows all too well how hatred and anger can be thieved from another and used against them; after all, she does it to others almost constantly. It is the basis of all Sith relationships. If she can set up a battlefield beforehand, she will make every effort to do so. Fighting her on her own terms is suicidal, even for other Dark Lords of the Sith. Her main weaknesses in combat are that she does not think anything of suffering a wound or injury - or even an arm or leg - in combat, leaving her open to foolhardy maneuvers. She will also be unable to block or parry direct blows with her lightsaber without taking the risk of it shorting out - another reason she relies so heavily on the Takata techniques, because if it is shorted out, then it takes several seconds before she can reignite the blade....seconds in which she has only her knife to defend herself with. Her greatest weakness, however, is her reliance on her manipulation of the Universal Force; if she is in a situation where she cannot manipulate or control her opponent's movements at least some of the time, she is at a great disadvantage simply because her techniques are reliant on NOT using a weapon constantly AND influencing her opponents maneuvers as she needs them to go. Essentially Darth Sinatra suffers the same weakness as many Jedi do - her control must be absolute, so she cannot simply lose herself to the passion of warfare as other Sith do. Ran in Combat prefers to redirect or parry blows (melee or ranged) back to his opponent. His underhand deception style is to throw off an opponent so he can concentrate on attacking his opponent with his other force powers. Physically he is the weakest when it comes to hand combat, always pushing, pulling and causing delays for an opponent to set up an ambush or channel a spell at them. As he learns how to control and channel the force to his will, he is able to cast and concentrate during combat.Currently-if under extreme high pressure he finds it difficult to concentrate and cast if he is relentlessly attacked, a weakness he wishes to dispose of as quickly a possible.*had to write it as a rather earlier student, if I "nerfed" myself far too much I can kick him up a notch* Damian in CombatDamiana has two things going for it. It's use of a force imbued staff gives her speed and good defense. The second is speed. Her lithe and altered body gives her much more agility. In combat as well she is not beyond using her Alter force spells to change and warp her body or surroundings. One of her greatest weaknesses is her lack of strength and sense powers. She can not always sense the force in weaker users unless it casts a spell or uses a potion designed to do just such a thing. It is also not strong as it has not learned to alter its muscle mass. As a result it can be beat with raw power if it can not dodge it/see it coming. Pollen in CombatXollen is very physical. On a basic level she is strong and powerful physically, her body a fine-tuned machine and weapon. Trained from childhood in lightsaber combat Pollen obsessively perfected her mastery over Form I through Form VII. Her obsession with perfecting these skills were what led to her dismissal from the Jedi Order. Continuing her own training she has a clear grasp on all 7 forms and is well versed in the following techniques. Sokan, Shine, Jar'Kai, Dun Much, Telekinetic lightsaber combat, Crispest Mounted lightsaber combat, Double-bladed lightsaber combat, Lightship combat, Takata. Apart from Lightsaber Combat Pollen also trained extensively in Hand-to-Hand Combat, her body a well oiled machine. Above all she relishes "the breath". Reaching out and opening herself to becoming one with "the breath" Pollen is totally in tuned with how every inch of her body reacts and interacts with "the breath". One might say "the breath" is her only true companion, the only thing she truly communicates with. Speed and strength are currently her strongest allies. Able to move so fast as to be invisible and more than able to endure any amount of pain, discomfort, torture, or seemingly life ending wounds. Her sense powers are well-rounded but not perfected by any means. Her knowledge and practice in other more delicate Force arts are minimal as well, something she greatly desires to change. Unfortunately her training as a Jedi has left her somewhat dependent on her lightsaber skills, a problem she desires to remedy. Being strong and fast is all well and good but when confronted with a foe Pollen can be found at a disadvantage where other Force arts are concerned. Volatile bunch of monsters, aren't we? Buuuwwwaaaaaaahhhhhh! >:) Here, I enjoy being disinterested instead of evil! Though, some would say that's even MORE evil. ’D *eyes the fighting styles**whiiiiines* Quote from: Karma on 08-07-2009, 05:58:43Heheh, I enjoy being disinterested instead of evil! Though, some would say that's even MORE evil. That was my reasoning behind Ran, the more "bored" they are the more badass I think they are. Woo. I've finally finished, enough to my liking anyway, Era's profile. It and her combat "sheet" are posted in the character thread. (Pooh she looks like my favorite Mortal Kombat character... Yup... I found that pic before I knew who it w as supposed to be. n.n Mortal Kombat sure has changed since I played UMK3 on my Sega. >_> Seeeegaaaaaa Just so you know, Kerrigan folks, Aurelia's going to break up the fight in my next post. Do you all want to continue the conflict a bit more? *Nod nod* Quote from: Karma on 12-07-2009, 01:28:29Just so you know, Kerrigan folks, Aurelia's going to break up the fight in my next post. Do you all want to continue the conflict a bit more? Was expecting that. :P Better duck ;) Quote from: Eden on 12-07-2009, 03:01:14Better duck ;)AFLAC! ’D Is that short for something? *grins* They probably don't have FLAC in the UK. :P An insurance company? Hit up YouTube, you'll understand quickly. :P Helene Quote from: Eden on 12-07-2009, 03:01:14Better duck ;)Better run. ;) Better not pout, I'm telling you why. :P *laughs* Why? I have you just where I want you! Gut check! TORAH! :O Thought she liked pain? :P *grins* Usually its other peoples... ^ we Quote from: Eden on 12-07-2009, 07:44:35*grins* Usually its other peoples... ^ statin isn't other peoples. ’D Heather, she's having a tantrum! Hope it doesn't break the ship... >_> If the ship breaks, it won't be the only thing that's broken. Remember who built it. ;) Just to clear something up, Aurelia's form of address is Master, yes? I mean it's generally a genderless title for the Sith and Jedi, but if you want Mistress, I can edit my latest post. Yup, Master is fine. Aurelia doesn't actually have much interest in titles or positions, or else she'd have taken a Darth title decades ago. Helene, eye candy! ^ We Slamming doors so soon after being reprimanded for scuffing the floor? TSK, TSK, Latin. *waggles finger* He-he, I like playing Era here... she's got such a different mentality than everyone around her. :) Quote from: Karma on 15-07-2009, 09:16:20Slamming doors so soon after being reprimanded for scuffing the floor? TSK, TSK, Latin. *waggles finger*He needs the refresher dammit! *Ruffs* He... for some reason, I think youwantAurelia to intervene! A post that short shouldn't exhaust me. ~_~' But I did post! Yay! Welcome back! Quote from: Karma on 15-07-2009, 16:41:58Heh... for some reason, I think you want Aurelia to intervene!>.>No comment. Wow Karma, that might be the most apically painful cock block in the history of ever. Canaan... Here... Aurelia wins. Brutality! Flawless Victory! (And he was just an apprentice. >_> Yeah. I try to file that one and the same category as Jar. IT NEVER HAPPENED. Or at least I wish it didn't. That whole damn game ought to be non-canon. The PS2 version was appallingly superior to the 360 version. O_o Wow. How'd that work? It was a different studio. They included more extras, level design was better, the continue option worked better. The only benefit of the 360 version was the full-range force grab. The graphics were disappointing for 360, while the PS2's graphics were quite impressive for a PS2 game. O_o I want to try the Wii version since it was the same studio. I don't think I've ever been in a game with an IOC this dead. :P *humps the corpse* Quote from: Will1984 on 27-07-2009, 00:57:56*humps the corpse*Stop beating off the dead horse, would yeah? ’D Quote from: Moon and Star on 27-07-2009, 01:42:43Stop beating off the dead horse, would yeah? Dion't judge me!! *fapfapfap*(Well, we are on the Extreme board! >.>) Hahaha, true! We are on extreme >.> Call me impatient if you must, but Eden, are you still with us? We've sort of been waiting on your post... Yeah, I am. Healing a torn lung has been taking it out of me, though. I hadn't realized you were waiting for me. Quote from: Eden on 08-08-2009, 14:41:14Yeah I am. Healing a torn lung has been taking it out of me, though. I hadn't realized you were waiting for me.>.SO, that might require a bit of returning. I'd like to know everyone who's still interested/able to play... Furthermore, I'm still here I am still playing, though I am a little worried that perhaps my inexperience in Sith posting may have run off my fellow GPRS in the Anchor thread??? Max has had many, many real life problems, and there's nothing anyone could have done, really. Aye a couple have had health related issues. It's no one's fault. 3 I don't think I'm going to recover from my latest op any time soon. I'm going to pull out. We'll miss you, Darwin. I'm still interested, if only so Moon_and_Star gets Latin's name right. :P ... I just realised it's an anagram for Taint. I'm in. Alright. Moon and/or I will get a new request thread up today, hopefully. Tentative plans are to reboot the game with them having landed already, and simply assume the new players were already there - the Chekhov method. :P Quote from: Will1984 on 23-08-2009, 15:30:18... I just realised it's an anagram for Taint. I'm in. Actually I was aiming for "Titan" with the vowels reversed, but yours is good too. So we got the usual suspects it seems. 3 Glad to still have you all with us. Who enough! Now then, where'd I leave that horse-corpse... >:) Quote from: Will1984 on 24-08-2009, 23:15:39Sho enough! Now then, where'd I leave that horse-corpse... Sgt;:)Error... I'm not sure if you'll enjoy the state it's in. It has been a few weeks. *rides on a kick-ass nightmare* Here it is! That'll do. *grins* I'd keep playing nothing for my character to do on board a ship as he lacks test subjects >:) Give me a few more days. I just got out of surgery. Awesome! Yay! Anyone want to have a big cock measuring "force" off? I want to Force Heineken someone! Quote from: Aiden on 29-08-2009, 04:22:21Anyone want to have a big cock measuring "force" off? I want to Force Heineken someone!*stares and blinks several moments* What? Earlier in the IOC, when the game was being developed, I think Karma was mentioning that most Sith related SW games die because players who play sit hare just playing the "Cock measuring" game, who can do better and what not. Basically I wanted to find someone who wanted to have a nice showdown once the game started, and we could base the victor on an X number of rolls on the dice bot. Now wait a second. You're suggesting we do the very thing I called out as a game killer?! You sadist! Irony. We have it. ’D Maybe by killing it, we can resurrect it with Sith necromancy! It's the type of madness that just might work! Actually, I was planning on having my character lose at least a limb. Probably retreat from one or more fights. Well I guess it wouldn't be Star Wars if somebody didn't lose an arm or hand or something. He-he Dibs on the arm! I'm gonna liquid snake/revolver ocelot some shit up! ....do you mean dibs on the arm itself, or dibs on losing an arm? I can arrange either, I'm sure. And, finally, POSTED. Good lord. I think that means we're back up!

Sith OOC (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]|rating:3.0

My Heart is Filled with Villainy {Crawl & Bron}

2001"Hold him down, Benedict!" James 'Trip' Webfeet muttered in exasperation as Spot kicked and struggled to get away from the hard grip on his arms. Spot lunged again snarling and barking curses and imprecations. Luckily they were much too deep in the bowels of the school for anyone to hear, much less rescue, the spindly gutter-rat from receiving his just desserts. As his grandmother used to say - If a person couldn't learn by listening they would have to feel. Spot lunged again. His red curls plastered to his forehead as he began to sweat. A flicker of fear graced features that were regularly set in a scowl. Spot's full mouth was drawn open as he swore and cursed at Biggie and Ben who laughed and called him filthy things. Trip stood before his quarry watching the redhead spew gutter filth and kick at his friends." A lesson in manners would be wasted on your kind; we're well aware, but perhaps something in the manner of your home borough?" Trip clenched his fist, drew it back and buried it in Spot's solar plexus. Spot gasped then fell silent, coughing as he tried to double over but couldn't as his shoulders were pressed again the wall." You really don't know when to be silent do you?" Trip placed both of his fists behind his back and began to pace as his father James Victor Well fleet- Cabot Junior often did when speaking to the board of the Well fleet International on matters which irked him." Why the hell should I? I fuckin' got here on my own, not like you spoon-fed rich boys. I bet your daddy fuckin' wrote the mayor or something to get you in here. Why the fuck are you hear anyway. This is a school for smart people, not inbred mouth breathers and sociopaths. Is that what it is? Booted you from Trinity because your fucking crazy, is that it Trip? Couldn't get in anywhere else with the rest of your blue bloods so you decided to take a slot from someone who actually deserved it?" Spot had this habit of seeing right through to Trip's insecurities and ruthlessly clawed at them. His poisonous sarcasm caused Trip to flinch and that made Trip angry. The "crazy" comment came dangerously close to the truth." You'd like to think so, Spot, wouldn't you. A least I'm not picking roaches out of my lunch, and rummaging through the trash to clothe myself. Didn't your mother get you kicked out of your apartment again? If you ask nicely perhaps the school will let you sleep in the dumpsters. Or if you ask me very nicely I'll find you a nice, sturdy cardboard box." Trip stepped closer as Spot's eyes got wide and suspiciously bright." Oh, quiet now. That's a good dog. I believe in rewards for good behavior," Trip crooned pulled five crisp hundred dollar bills from his wallet as his cronies howled with laughter. "Alright Spot, how about a trick? Speak." The look of hatred in Spot's eyes as his lips sealed shut felt like a furnace blast and had the strangest effect. Heat pooled in Trip's groin as the struggling redhead glared daggers at him. Spot was incredibly smart, intimidatingly so. Having the genius at his mercy was strangely stimulating. Trip stepped closer leaning down from his superior height. This brought him in range of the red head's full mouth a dangerous proposition as Trip hadn't quite trained Spot out of biting people yet. Spot tried for a headbutt, but Sigmund and Ben held him back. Trip managed to avoid getting Spot's spit all over his new blazer by jerking hard to the left, but it was a close one." Bad dog! God. I think the newspaper next time." Trip scowled then took a breath as if gathering patience." I've often wondered," said Trip in a conversational tone," if your spots go all the way down." Ben and Sigmund roared with laughter as all the blood drained from Spot's face. They wrenched his arms hard pushing Spot to the janitor's sink and forced his shoulders and back down and over it. Ben and Sigmund avoided Spot's savage kicks with ease. They wrenched the battered school blazer from his shoulders and pulled the shirt from his much mended khakis. Sigmund wrenched his arm up behind his back and Spot made a pained sound before clenching his full bottom lip between his teeth. Trip followed along behind gathering the clothing and neatly folding them up on his arm before taking his expected place behind Spot as he struggled helplessly over the sink. He wore no belt and the pants lie low on his hips. Trip gasped pulling air through his nose as he placed one hand on Spot's back. His enemies skin was as soft and smooth as clotted cream and covered in light freckles that he could see but couldn't feel. Trip stroked his hands down Spot's sides. Soothing him as he would a restive horse. He avoided the mass of bruises at Spot's ribs and back. He'd have to take Sigmund to task about being such a damn savage. Trip didn't like his toys broken unless he did the breaking. Trip's fingers found Spot's waist band and slipped under it and the worn elastic of his underwear, exposing Spot's back, dimpled hips and rounded bottom until he met resistance. Spot's shorts were snagged on his cock which stood out from his body.Oh, God!. Oh my God.... Trip thought. Spot's hard. And just like that, Trip was too." Who the hell is down there? You all better come up right now. You're all getting demerits!" The janitor's voice bellowed from up the stairs. Trip cursed, removed his hand and shoved Spot's head deeper into the smelly sink." You tell anyone about this, and you'll regret it." A haggard sob and vicious bitten off curse was Spot's only replay. Trip forced his hands into his pockets to tent his pants away from his aching horror of an erection as he strolled away up the back stairs to avoid the janitor. Trip didn't bother to look back, laughing with Sigmund and Benedict. Guilt, self-hate and a terrifying lust held securely behind a mask of cold indifference. Today"Here's your coffee Dr. Hale." The smiling waitress placed a steaming mug of black coffee on the café table and folded the tray under her arm."Thank you, Stacy, and it's just plain Flynn now. You passed my class remember? With flying colors." Stacy blushed and scratched her arm with Ana shucks smile." Hasn't helped much." Flynn nodded and motioned for her to take a seat. Carefully clicking on a couple of windows before shutting the laptop closed." I keep telling you to apply at FLINT. You were one of my top cybernetics pH.DS; your thesis was flawless."" I know Doc-Flynn." She smiled sweetly and declined the seat. "I want MM. There are a couple of open slots since the last..." She wrinkled her nose. The disaster at the Institute of Metahuman Metaphysics hadn't taken any lives - this time. But the escape of Gerson Gregg, the world's first metahuman serial killer and the month-long manhunt that concluded in his fire, blood-soaked demise had caused the MM's government overseers to clean house." That place is dangerous, Stacy. God, why would you want to spend your time in some dank little cell torturing metal with poor impulse control when we can offer you three times MM's going rate for that spectacular brain of yours," Flynn said with a huff. Stacy shook her head." Don't worry Dr. Hale, Radiant's taken a direct interest in cleaning up the place after Gregg. He's asked Maria Hickman to head up the institute after Mailer stepped down. Flynn's face shuttered." Of course. Radiant," Flynn said flatly, but Stacy was gone, an embarrassingly dreamy smile on her face. Flynn flipped open his laptop and punched a few keys. Code scrolled quickly down to where he'd been working. He angled the screen away from Stacy's dreamy gaze as she waxed poetic about the city's glowing blond champion. Flynn clicked through his files and found the program he wanted. He watched as it connected back through FLINT Corp. to several interconnected relays and global nodes effectively obliterating the origin of the signal. Far away in an unmarked field, the groan of heavy metal plates shifting scattered a murder of crows from their roosts. There were further disturbed by blasts of exhaust as five dark shapes the size of trucks tore through the air in the direction of the city." Mmm Hmm. So glad to hear that our local paragon continues to force his morals on the populace." Flynn pronounced the word populace the way others would use slaves, or sheep. Stacy shook her head in wiry amusement." So what can you tell me about the lovely creature with the dark hair?" Flynn closed his laptop once again. He spent a bored, urbane smile on his ex student and nodded to the back of the café, where the young man that had so snagged his interest, stacked things neatly on the café shelves. The copper skinned Nits was stacking glasses trying to be oh so careful with the glassware. He could be a bit of a slow worker because he liked to do everything with care. He was a thorough and hard worker. If he hadn't been he wouldn't be here. It wasn't always the easiest thing leaving the reservation for several reasons. Nitis Vishnu had only recently gotten his job at this, rather nice café. He was working rather eagerly at it because he really did need the money. His apartment and books were not cheap. At first, it had felt really odd, wearing this nice uniform the crisp white button down and black slacks. He felt like he was going to an interview every day, but he got used to it after a while. It took some effort not to use his second arms when things got busy as well. Stacy "Oh him? He's new, He came in all the way from Arizona to go to college here. " She waved him over. He looked up from giving a hot cappuccino to costumer as one of his co-workers waved him over. Stacy was her name if he recalled. He watched as Stacy introduced him to Flynn "Nits, this is Dr. Hale-I mean Flynn, He was my Professor. " Nits's dark eyes turned to look at the man. He certainly looked like he belongs in this fancy café. Nits wiped his hand on his apron and straightened mink hair a little before extending a hand. "Uhm, hello, I'm Nits Vishnu. " He wasn't exactly sure why Stacy had introduced Flynn to him, but he certainly wasn't ungrateful. Flynn grasped Nits hand in a firm grip then twitched his eyes narrowing as a familiar buzz raced up his fingers. Powers. Flynn hid a wave of disappointment behind a polished smile. "Hello, Nits! What an interesting name. Nits sounds Native American but Vishnu is East Indian, isn't it?" Flynn held on to Nits hand a moment letting his firm grip settle into something warm and friendly. The young man certainly was a glorious specimen. It was a shame he wasn't normal. Flynn let his gaze linger over Nits' tall frame and raven locks. So different from his usual as well. Maybe it was time for a change. He thought back to the last few dates. Letting people he paid sweet talk him into dinner or the odd desperate New York socialite or Hollywood leading lady pull him out for public outings. They were usually blondes with nice racks. That was his public persona. Flynn preferred his private dates with natural gold locks as well. Though usually his conquests rarely had racks at all. Flynn stroked the back of Nits hand with his thumb and smiled serenely waiting to see where Nits' line was. He didn't seem particularly gay or straight, but the handshake was a good gauge of his interest. The boy's fingers were rough with work, strong, despite the buzz of extra power Flynn's interest was piqued. Perhaps it was time for something new. Nits gave a shy grin and perhaps the slightest of flushes not as visible on his dark skin because of the feeling that thumb rubbing his hand and took it away with a small laugh. "Ahem um well if my Grandmother has any say int he matters this Vishnu is all Apache." He gave a glance at Stacy's beaming smile than looked back at dapper Flynn. He wondered vaguely if the reason that Stacy had called him over was purpose of some kind of matchmaker's impulse. It was possible she had found out through the grape vine of his orientation, but he didn't know for sure." I'm from a reservation for the Tonto Apache's out in Arizona. So sorry if I seem kinda awkward this is all pretty new to me." He scratched his head and placed his hands in his apron. He wasn't really used to carrying a conversation just to be sociable either. Furthermore, he'd always been on the quiet side even with his family. The only person who managed to get him to be a chatterbox was his best friend Thomas from off the reservation. It wasn't that he didn't have anything to say he is just like to think about thinks before he said or did them. He also was easily flustered by the prospect of another man, especially one as handsome and polished as Flynn flirting with him. Stacy stood up suddenly brushing off her skirt and announced "Well! I'd better get back to work lest the boss yell at us for both taking a brake at the same time. Even though it's always so slow here!" Then she promptly wondered off giving Nits a supportive wink."...... And where do you hale from um Dr. Hale?" he asked trying to fill the silence left by Stacy's absence. He wasn't really sure where to take this conversation. Even if he knew for sure if Flynn was flirting with him wouldn't really be any good at flirting back. He'd only been openly gay for a short time and most of that time had been spent working on getting into a good school, getting a scholarship, and a little cleaning up the neighborhood on the side. He scratched his head and looked away feeling supremely awkward. "Brooklyn," Flynn said without hesitation, "and it's Flynn. You don't work for me, nor are you a student of mine." As Stacy rose to leave Flynn's gaze flicked to her smirking face and shooed her away. His attention turned resolutely back to Flynn "I didn't mean to pull you from your work, but I've been curious." Flynn's long fingers traced the Flint Corp logo on the back of his computer. "You seem... I don't know... a little lost? Most new Yorkers can't wait to whoop it up and are surprised how tame this place is usually." Flynn stretched his long legs out under the table his clean but worn boots tapped Nits' ankle. "Have a seat, my neck's getting tired looking at you."***A couple of blocks away and forty floors up..." We were talking about high school, Mr. Well fleet." Dr. Crenshaw opened her pad and scribbled in it as the man laying on her couch crossed his legs at the ankles and scowled at the ceiling." Were we?" James Well fleet evaded, muscled arms crossed as he turned away from the shrink. Tap, tap, tap... Crenshaw looked to the left at the bank of windows hidden by wooden slats. She shook her head. They were 40 floors up." We were," her dark eyes sparked in amusement as she twirled her pen around dark brown fingers. She waited patiently. Being a shrink for superheroes meant she spent quite a lot of time turning heap tough macho men into the mewling children they were at their core. Or staring into the wintry eyes of sociopaths. It was astounding how many superheroes could be clinically categorized as such. She took down a few notes on James Well fleet. Their regression sessions kept centering around a creature called Spot. Every time Well fleet spoke of Spot it was with a strange sort of ownership. No really talked about another human being like that. It wasn't the strangest thing she'd ever encountered in her fifteen years of treating meta-human psychological issues for the Federation of Heroes, but it was up there. FOH money aside, she was curious now. What or who was Spot?" We went back to a time when you felt out of control..." she prompted gently. There was silence. Strong, masculine and utterly boring silence. Crenshaw however was used to silence. She let it stand, then stiffen grow stale." I chose to go to school... away from what my father wanted. It didn't turn out well." James pressed his head against the arm of the couch, mussing the blond curls. Hiding her amusement Crenshaw's pen scratched -Tap. Tap. Tap. Soft again. Not loud enough to disturb her patient, but it was annoying. Crenshaw looked to the shaded bank of windows." I wanted out of the trap that was Trinity Prep and I jumped at the chance to attend the Stuyvesant. I got in, but my letter was much later than my friend Maria's. She was... brilliant. I thought I could be my own man there. Spend time actually studying instead of spending my father's money trying to outdo fucking Edward Lassie-Astor and his bunch. Instead, my friends followed me to Stuyvesant and of course their parents made that happen. It was a disaster. I lost Maria. It was -"BONG. BONG. BONG. The sound was that of a giant finger striking a glass bowl with Crenshaw and her patient inside." What the devil!" Well fleet strode to the windows and pulled the shades up. An enormous spider made of black metal squatted outside. Defying gravity as it crawled up the side of the Olympia Building. Eight serrated legs moved in concert as a mechanical red oculus swiveled to eye level with Well fleet a laser scanner moved quickly over his features mapping the room in a malevolent red glow. The eye of the device swiveled out of sight replaced with the giant rounded thorax covered in armored plate. It rose up on its legs and smashed its way past the six-inch thick glass panel keeping it away from its target. "Flynn it is." Nits replied and added "Oh, don't worry about it, it's no trouble!" He awkwardly settled into the seat Stacy left behind. Honestly the café managers loved it when the staff buttered up the customers coming through since about half their regulars were lonely old rich people. Not that Nits did much of the buttering. He wouldn't be frowned upon later for being Flynn's conversation partner though so that was a plus. "Are you a regular Flynn? I think I might have seen you here once or twice?" He cleared his throat stretching his own long legs out a bit. "Well, I didn't come here to 'whoop it up' I chose this place for the college." He was serious about wanting to help people. He was going to head straight into crime scene investigation once he got his degree. For now, he had to settle with trying to stop the petty crimes in a less legal fashion. The other reason he chose New York was because it was Radiant's city. While he wasn't as vocal about his big childish crush on Radiant as Stacy he certainly hastened to agree with her whenever she's starting gushing about him. Something that greatly annoyed their co-workers. Nits had no way of know that his paragon of virtue was indeed a much less stable man having his usual chat with a shrink only just forty-four floors above him, in the very same building. He also at the moment had no idea that the man He was talking to was trying to attack his idol with giant robot, but he probably finds out soon enough. " I suppose you could call me that." Flynn considered it a possibility since he owned some of the building he could be considered such. His laptop beeped, then beeped again rather insistently. Flynn ignored it in order to flirt with the young man sitting next to him. Flynn folded his hands into his pockets and let a slight smirk flicker onto his face. "Really? Most people come to New York to do two things. Pursue a passion or party in the craziest place imaginable. If you're not the latter, what's your passion?" Flynn asked, curious but not overly so. He fidgeted listening for the sound of breaking glass and chaos that should have been starting any minute now from a few blocks over. Above, Radiant cursed and transformed, turning from mild-mannered gentleman to his powered form. Golden sunlight bathed him almost blinding Dr. Crenshaw as she backed away from the advancing mechanical spider. The robot's sights irises tight then closed all together, then panels swiveled open to reveal vicious looking electrical and laser weaponry." Get back, Dr. Crenshaw." As snort came from far back in the room. Radiant's attention flickered to the psychologist for an instant. A sizzling blast of laser fire almost took off his head vaporizing the desk that the doctor had been hiding behind into a puff of smoke." That was a brand-new desk," she roared, then disappeared a second before a second blast could vaporize her. Her anguished groan as the blast took out a chunk of the office wall echoed around them. "The league will be paying for all this," she snarled reappearing close to the door and stepped through it skip phasing down the hall. With a flash of amused exasperation, Radiant turned on his own signal and turned to face his mechanical attacker. The next blast took Radiant in the chest without warning. He could feel the savage energy of the beam forcing energy into him. Enough to break apart the molecular bonds that made up his body, but Radiant was made of stronger stuff. If the energy his heart produced like a mini sun within his chest couldn't kill him. This machine didn't stand a chance. Radiant stood against the beam pushing away the energy and absorbing what wouldn't be deflected. He struggled but moved forward step by step until he was able to wrench the vaporizer right off its mount and melted it to slag in his hands. He then stepped forward and tried to punch his way through the robot's armor plating to its tender wired guts, but the thing shuddered and scrambled away rolling on its huge body to the hole it had made and dropping quickly through it. Radiant watched as it plummeted to the street below. Slamming into the concrete hard enough to crater itself, rather than smashing itself all over the pavement it simply levered itself out of the hole, with its long spindly legs not quite steady, but very much not broken. He was distracted briefly by the beeping laptop but not enough to get lost in the conversation. Nits seemed to get a bit embarrassed, but Flynn had hit the nail on the head. Only his studying forensics here was only half of it. There were a lot of people in New York not nearly enough police let alone MetaHumans to handle all of it. Especially when some of the criminals were the MetaHumans. He couldn't exactly say those sorts of things to people he'd just met. Only aside from his best friend and the first person he ever saved with them, there were really only family members that knew about his powers. He gave a bashful smile "well I guess my Passion is helping people? I'm studying Forensic Science here. I'm going to aim for crime scene investigation. Justice isn't just about preventing crimes. " He laughed a little and added "O-or at least that's what I think." Suddenly there was a lot of noise coming from somewhere close by. Nits looked around with his other eyes out of habit now seeing both Flynn and the view outside the windows of the café. He Jumped a little as the giant metal creature fell down in the street right in his view and made a humungous amount of noise not to mention the damage to the street. Knowing full and well it would be weird for a normal human not to turn and look he whipped his head and shoulders to look behind him at the windows. His mouth fell slightly open. He might have been in New York since the start of the summer, but he felt he would NEVER get used to the more ridiculous methods of destruction devised by criminals here. Giant robot spider would never have made an appearance on the Tonto reservation he was sure of that! "Well crap." He said quietly. He briefly debated whether he should go to intervene or not. Surely there was someone more capable than him already on the case. On the other hand though if hadn't decided to stop thinking that way about everything he wouldn't have started fighting crime in his spare time. He turned to Flynn and gave an apologetic smile "Uh, sorry, Flynn. I have to get back to work. I'll chat with you another time, if you swing by again." Well it was partially true, just by job he didn't mean stocking the café. Promptly he stood up and headed swiftly to the back. He had the 'costume' he normally wore in the same duffel bag as his work clothes. He grabbed it checking no one was around before ducking into the walk in freezer. People came in their less than the staff locker room which was attached to the break room. He changed into the jeans hoodie and mask with the speed of someone risking indecent exposure and dashed out through the back into the alley behind the café. He perhaps didn't look particularly special, but he liked his clothes they were made with good intentions. The hoodie had a simplistic eagle sewn into it, it had been made for him by the first person he saved. It represented the Thunder Eagle, in Native American legends the Thunder Eagle was the guide and messenger of the spirit world. His friend had made him a simple round mask with a matching eagle to cover his face. He was sort of working on his 'name' honestly since he wasn't seeking fame it didn't matter to him what he was called. He checked around the side of the building with his other eyes to see where the robot had gone to. Flynn stared straight at Nits as the street exploded into action behind him. He didn't flinch or even twitch as the giant metal crawled its way out of the ground, thin metal legs grinding into the street. He simply watched with a raised eyebrow as the young man took his leave. Flynn made a conciliatory sound as Nits hurried away. He watched the kid until he disappeared before regaining his seat as the café erupts into chaos. He flipped his laptop open and checks on his damn bots. Annoyed at the intrusion, Flynn dragged the spider bot's flight plan up." God dammit Trip, you crazy son of a bitch." The bots had worked perfectly tracking Radiant by his intense solar signature and the odd gravitational fluctuations that surrounded the superhero. He'd had Trip's schedule hacked for months, but it looked like the shrink he went to every Tuesday had moved buildings. A soft curse and Flynn's finger hovered over the enter key. The abort command flickered and danced, waiting. Flynn watched as the spider bot swung itself onto the building using ramped up electrostatics to attach to the slick glass. He kept his smile to himself as people rushed away from the noise and crunch of glass and metal as another of his spider bots landed. They were beautiful things. Black matte except for the carefully manipulated Flint logo on the under belly. The hatches were seamless and fit in a symphony of organic design. Flynn thought them very handsome indeed. Admiring his handy work he sat back in the café chair and turned his laptop to face the street, recording as Radiant flew in from above. This was even better than his original plan. Letting the bots record their bout with the meta human would mean he would miss the play by play. Depending on the software to successfully neutralize Radiant or record the spider bot's failings for the next generation. This way Flint could watch the battle as it unfolded, witness their success or failure with his own eyes and maybe add that human intuitive touch. This was the fourth set in a year. The other bots were off stealing things while Radiant was distracted. No matter the outcome Flynn would make out on the adventure. The spider bot trained its laser sights on Radiant the computer automatically aiming for his most vulnerable parts. His head and extremities. Radiant's power emanated from his core, there was no point in trying to shoot into what was in essence a stable mini sun. Flynn watched as Radiant lashed a flair of superheated plasma at the spider bot. The bot's shielding scored but held easily. The spider bot returned fire missing Radiant's head. The laser carved out a chunk of stone causing it to crash to the sidewalk below. Pedestrians scattered and ran, screaming. The bot swung from the building to another moving quickly. Radiant had to wait until the bot was clear of innocent bystanders before he could attack. The spider bot had no such sensibilities and soon the program had learned to use the proximity of bystanders as a shield. Flynn watched the learning algorithm add this evil little protocol to its battle strategies and gleefully saved off the program. The bot reached for one of the scattering bystanders." Nope, kiddo that's not playing fair. You can hide behind them, but you can't move them around." Flynn tapped in the release command and made that sub process illegal. The man squawked and scrambled to his feet fleeing for his life. Radiant roared and dove at the spider bot using blast after blast of plasma as he dodged the return beam fire furiously. Nits was a little surprised to see Radiant swoop down and start fighting the bot. He thought that the fight might as well be over with Radiant's powers, but the bot seemed to be resistant to Radiant's attacks. Something had to be done about the bot though it was definitely hiding behind the civilians and collateral damage was immanent. He watched as it picked up a man and then set him back down again. Nits wasn't sure what to make of that, but he followed the fight from a far through the alleys. Until he came upon a bot sneaking into a now broken window. He yanked it out by its legs and held it still belly side up. It tried to squirm out of his grasp as he looked it over. It appeared to be a smaller version of the bot Radiant was currently fighting. Furthermore, it had a seamless design it was really an alien looking little thing with how sleek and matte it was. Nits was fairly certain this thing would crop up in his nightmares at some point. He eyed the logo on its underside and unfortunately too preoccupied with finding its weakness to connect that with the name of the man he'd just at his job. Looking it over something this seamless had to be waterproof, he had no idea how to electrocute something as large as that bot and considering it was resistant to Radiant blasts that probably wouldn't work. The only thing he could do is maybe find a way to dismantle its legs and gun. He planted a foot on the bot and pulled his second body back for a moment to see if with the strength of both sets of arms he could pop one off. It was a no-go it would probably take way too long to do even if he found something to help lever it. He eyed the drippy little legs. Then thought the only way to really disable this thing for the time being might be just drop it clear into the middle of the Ocean. It might be waterproof, but it probably wasn't designed to swim. Although if that thought hadn't occurred to Radiant, yet he wasn't exactly sure how to go about telling him. How do you go up to the guardian of the whole city and give hims tips on his job? For now, he let go of the little bot and started again to move toward the fight again. He didn't want to get it the way, but he figured if nothing else he could jump onto the thing and guide it toward the pier if Radiant didn't figure it out. He never thought he would be so close to his idol and yet finding himself more irritated than in awe. Flynn stood still watching as Radiant lashed at his bots. Amused at the superheroes mounting frustration, Flynn took a sip of his still warmed coffee as the bot slammed into one of the skyscrapers on the opposite side. Radiant flew at the spider bot, angry now. He tried sinking super heated fingers into the bots shields. The Teterboro backed titanium didn't even dent. He tried to bolt after bolt of pure fire. He even tried shoving the bot into electrical panels and thrusting live wires at into the indentation left by removing one of its arms. Flynn snorted. His bots hadn't been vulnerable to electrocution or EMP since version 2. Version 2013 was near nigh impossible to shut down without the mag key and code or a wireless shut down command from the computer warming Flynn's chilly palms. Cleverly placed on the inside and most protected part of the spider bot, the kill switch could only be activated by magnetically tracing out the Flint logo on the bottom of the bot. Flynn snickered to himself. There was no way Radiant could get into the inside of the bot by any force he could muster. Confident of his devices and their supremacy in the conflict raging around him, Flynn opened his laptop again in the now empty coffee shop and keyed in a couple of commands. It was time to test his newest toy. The adrenergic pulse cannons were designed to emit pulses of dark energy to hopefully damaging effect on Radiant's powers. The glowing purple bolts struck Radiant, and anywhere they made contact, Radiant's body dimmed. The drain on his power was marvelously apparent. Flynn snickered as Radiant's feet started to trail through the rubble. Radiant's blasts of fiery plasma came less frequently and his elegant dodges turned desperate. Winning by attrition seemed inevitable and suddenly bored with the whole thing Flynn rattled off a series of commands. The bot's oculus turned from bright warning orange to a yellow-green. The adrenergic pulse cannons shifted away as the spider bot's claw dealt Radiant a crushing blow to the sternum that dashed the blond superhero to the ground in front of the coffee shop. The rest of the spider bot's claws came down in a thunderous crash pinning Radiant to the pavement. Feet from where Flynn sat crossed legged sipping his coffee. Radiant's thick blond curls were gray with dust and flecked with black where his powers had burned everything flammable to carbon. Radiant shoved up, but the bot simply dug the claws pinning Radiant down into the asphalt and concrete. Radiant groaned desperate now, shoving and cursing at the claw. Flynn stared down at his nemesis where he struggled and thrashed. He'd done it. He'd actually incapacitated Radiant. Flynn's fingers stilled over the keyboard, realizing he was now faced with the age-old question. What did one do with one's heart's desire once it was achieved? Flynn's cursor hovered over the abort/recall command. A low harsh curse brought Flynn's attention back to where his nemesis lay. Bright blue eyes fixed on him. Radiant swore again struggling in earnest now as bouts of flame ran up and down the bot's claw arm and strut. Radiant's desperation slid from an impersonal sense of panic to hot rage in a matter of seconds. Their eyes locked, burning blue to a fascinated brown. Nits was still following close to the fight. He was glad he hadn't tried to step in because everything he'd been thinking of trying had turned out not to work. He was a little relieved he hadn't made an idiot of himself getting in the way. However, his relief was short-lived because Radiant appeared to be losing this battle every second it went on longer. The fight swung back around the café and slammed Radiant right into its wall. If Nits didn't find a way to stop this that thing was definitely going to kill New York's most important meta-human. Then he noticed there was still someone in the café. He quickly went back in from the alley and through the back into the café. From the counter he could see the man he'd been so keen to flirt with. Despite the chaotic state of the room he was untouched, sitting in the same chair still on his laptop. What stopped Nits in his tracks and kept him from calling out to the man was how calm that man was. No, not even calm, gleeful. Flynn was sitting amid the chaos and a pinned superhero looking VERY happy about whatever he was doing on that keyboard and not the least concerned about the giant robot spider peaking through what was left of the wall. On a hunch, while Flynn and Radiant were till busy staring at each other. He quietly walked across the room and yanked the computer out of Flynn's hands. His heart sank as he looked at what was on the screen. Flynn WAS controlling the robot. Damn it, he'd been practically ready to give this guy his home address earlier. He took the computer into his other hands in case he had to deal with Flynn trying to get it back and scrolled through the options on the screen. His hands hesitated over the command to shut down the robot. Color coded as a nice big red button on the screen, he could still see Radiant glaring at Flynn. He only hoped that spider wouldn't let him go as soon as he turned it off. Sure Flynn had attempted murder but if Radiant did the same he wasn't really equipped to stop it. He didn't want to see a man killed if he could help it. His invisible hand mashed the button and sent the command. One set of disappointed eyes watched Flynn the other cautiously watched Radiant. Flynn yelped as his laptop seemed to jump out of his hands, startled as another masked man seemed to jump out of the background at him. The device floated frustratingly out of reach. He grappled for it even as the execution command successful sound beeped. With a loud grinding groan, the spider bot pinning Radiant slowly released its claw tipping elegantly to its side before the iris turned a bright blue, and it shot into the sky. The elegant arch of its flight path was joined by seven other black spiderlike robots spewing trails of exhaust into the sky. They looped and turned about each other before breaking off into seven different directions, impossible to follow. Flynn quickly turned back ignoring the floating laptop for now and examined the inscrutably masked character standing next to it. It didn't seem fair for Radiant to grow a whole new set of powers, but it would be just Flynn's luck if he had, or who ever this new chump thought he was had taken up Radiant's cause. Radiant had enough allies. Tall, built but not much more could be gleaned under the shadowy cowl of the sweatshirt. The masked man's hands however... Rough textured. Broad. Red brown. A working man's hands. They were also very familiar... Flynn grinned and backed away from both of them." A mask? Really? Boring." Flynn said, continuing to smirk. "You could take a lesson from, Sunshine Sparkle face over there. People tend not to pay attention when running and screaming for their lives. Masks are just another vulnerability." Radiant struggled under the quarter ton claw pinning him to the asphalt but without another ton of pure titanium covered in Teterboro providing a downward force his plasma powers soon had the claw up-ended. The Radiant that crawled out of the rubble was much less full of vigor, the dark energy beams had certainly wilted him nicely. He wasn't dead and the adrenergic blasts were only set to thirty percent intensity, Flynn was curious about how long it would take Radiant to recover. That curiosity only lasted long enough to catch a glimpse of Radiant's face. Trip was pissed, and it was past time Flynn hot-footed it out of the vicinity. Flynn sighed at his floating laptop. He flicked out his phone and wiped both devices with a few swipes of his finger. The laptop itself began to smoke as its processor overheated." Metas and their destructive tendencies," Flynn said to the other masked hero with a little pout as sparks flew from the device as it destroyed itself. Flynn shrugged and waltzed by the second meta with a wink."STOP RIGHT THERE, FLYNN!" Radiant bellowed. The superhero clung to the door frame of the coffee shop barely standing. The usually bright golden aura of solar energy wavered sickly in and out, purple blotches dulled where the adrenergic blasts had hit." Maybe another time, Sunshine. Looks like you're not feeling so good. You should probably go home and sleep it off," he snickered turning on his heels and reached for the employee entrance to the coffee shop as Radiant struggled to keep his feet. Nits noticed their exchanges were weirdly personal. Clearly this wasn't the first time they'd met. There was some history going on and Nits was incredibly aware of his lack of knowledge and the social circles of New York. He made a mental note to look into it latter though. Nitis felt the laptop fizzle into a useless piece of junk and dropped it. He certainly felt that his mask was pretty useless at this point there was no way a man who invented a robot powerful enough to take out New York's most powerful meta-human, was not going to put two and two together about him. At this point he might as well take it off, he always did feel kind of dumb wearing a 'disguise'. He didn't though because at least it could hide his flush of embarrassment as Flynn all but sauntered out, he even gave Nits a little wink. Nits wasn't really sure what to do about all this. He didn't really care if Flynn got caught at the moment, although he did find Flynn's little comment about destruction to be particularly ironic given the giant hole in his workplace caused by that death machine. Nitis hesitantly looked at Flynn's retreating back before moving toward Radiant. He felt like he should probably make his exit now as well. While Nits definitely admired Radian and his work he also didn't like the great big eye of meta-human tracking down his throat. He moved a little closer "Will....you be alright?" He asked in a quiet voice. Radiant scowled wondering why Flynn's accomplice was A. Masked and B. Concerned. He tried to push forward through the debilitating lethargy dragging at his limbs. His body felt cold where ever that damn beam hit. Radiant never felt cold. Ever. Flynn's lanky form had already turned away, laughing at him again, ignoring him again. Frustrated beyond belief, anger and passion boiling even as his body chilled. He lunged after Flynn determined to make him stay. To make him listen for once. Radiant stumbled, his flames guttered and under control so that he didn't burn anyone or anything unwittingly. He reached out as his vision tunneled. The lanky, bored line of Flynn's body taunted, again, close but out of his reach. Radiant groaned going slowly to his knees still determined to give chase, to catch the only thing that had ever consistently eluded his grasp, and the only thing he'd ever wanted to keep. Flynn, please, Radiant groaned silently to himself. Radiant took a slow breath then looked up as the soft-voiced accomplice asked after his health. Usually Flynn's accomplices were of the "shoot first, ask questions later" sort. Most times they didn't bother with the questions. Radiant took in the burnt out laptop and sense of familiar disturbance in the air surrounding the masked unknown. Another metahuman." Probably," Radiant said, then groaned folding over on himself to clutch his side. "He set his toys for mayhem instead of decimation. I guess I should welcome you properly to the neighborhood. What do you do? Astral stuff?" Radiant's flicker of a smile lit his dirt-streaked face. The situation began to feel VERY surreal as Nits watched the man he'd idolized and mimicked only four short years ago stumble and groan. It hit home that even someone whose meta powers were as crazy powerful as Radiant's could still get their shit kicked in. Nits found that he was only calm a collected when high pressure situations called for it. Now that all bots were gone he felt like an unnecessary accessory to the scene, awkward and out of place. He watched Radiant clutch his side and he could see the mistrust in his eyes. He hesitated then moved closer offering a hand to help the man up. "I would hate to see what it looks like when they are...........Yeah, I guess Astral is accurate enough." He looked around at the rubble realizing that the Café owner was probably going to have to shut down to repair this. Shit. Unlike some meta-humans his day job wasn't just a ruse. Apartments in New York weren't exactly cheap. Well at least no-one had been hurt, well no nonmetal had been hurt. He also wasn't exactly sure how to make conversation with Radiant. It was like trying to chat with the principal at school or something. Sure Nits had made friends and contacts out of a couple of the lower social meta social circles but no-one as influential as Radiant." Should I......get you a cab or something....?" Man this was a surreal day. "It's all right, Libby should be along any min-" The whomp of chopper blades broke in. On the street, a sleek helicopter set down in a clearing made by the newly departed spider-bot. Radiant rubbed his face, smearing more dirt. "I believe I have you to thank for getting that robot off me." Radiant relaxed back on his haunches staring at the doorway through which Flynn disappeared. His well-defined thighs spread in the broken titles and scattered rubble. He put his hands on his knees, palms up. He took a few breaths, settling himself on his haunches. A gentle glow pulsed. The light seemed to turn viscous, swirling around his long fingers like gathering mist. His eyes fluttered closed." I'm surprised smashing the computer actually worked. Usually his bots just destroy things until they run out of juice then explode if we isolate their control matrices." As Radiant spoke he cupped the light in his hands and wiped at the fading purple smears that absorbed his light. He pushed and rubbed the light against his left ribs, stretching the perfect musculature there. Where his hands went, the purple tinges broke up and faded completely. Arms, his calf, his abdomen and left hip, Radiant's muscled body in stark relief. He even pushed a couple of handfuls of light through his hair bringing the limp strands back into golden glowing curls." Whatever you did, you're owed thanks, friend." Radiant looked behind him as the relative peace on the street was broken by the clomp of boots and a female voice barking orders." Radiant! What's your 20?""Café storefront, Lib. Situation normal. Extraction not needed." Four black clad military types in helmets and goggles slipped into the store huge guns pointed at the only other figure in the room." No need for that, Lib. This one rescued me," Radiant smiled up at his rescuer, the white grin shocking under the blaze of golden hair. One of the team made a cut signal and the other soldiers turned to guard the exits." We've been trying to figure out what he's doing with the bots. Having his computer will help." Radiant uncurled enough to try to stand; he waved at one of the soldiers to gather the fried laptop. Radiant listed a bit with a gasp and reached out to Nits as he was closest clutching the side he'd recently healed." Damnit. Fucking... bots," he muttered leaning on Nits with an apology. "Sorry, what is your name?" Nits looked out toward the street where the sound of the helicopter was now coming from. Before his attention was drawn back to Radiant "Oh no, You don't have to thank me. I just pressed an off button." He had saved the other man, but it all still didn't seem that heroic to him. Nits also thought it was a little weird to program such an easy way to stop it, but perhaps it was overconfidence, he had nearly succeeded after all. Nitis watched Radiant with mild interest, he still found it interesting to see other meta working their powers in front of him. Especially a meta as gorgeously powerful as Radiant. He watched as the man came back to looking exactly like his oh so descriptive name. He was about to make another bashful remark about not really needing any special thanks when a female voice entered the fray. His gaze returned to the street, and he promptly lifted his hands to show he hadn't any weapons. He gave a small sigh of relief as they lowered their guns. Nits might certainly be less nervous around guns than he used to be, but that didn't mean he liked them pointed in his direction. Nits looked at the other meta in time to catch the smile directed at him and was momentarily dazed by it. This day was simultaneously the worst and best day of his life. He flirted with a villain and lost his job, but he also saved and got the most amazing smile from his idol. He was too distracted by that smile to really pay attention to what Radiant say next but noticed the soldier taking away the laptop nonetheless. Furthermore, he seriously doubted that computer would help much if he had felt it fry pretty decently. He caught Radiant with a little surprise and helped support the man with his own lanky frame. Furthermore, he was caught a little off guard by the question. Furthermore, he hesitated then in as polite a voice as possible he answered "Depends on which you're asking for." Radiant's though of amusement ruffled his new friend's hair. They were close enough for Radiant to brush his cheek against the strong shoulder and press his face into the crook of the neck. The feeling was strong enough to take Radiant by surprise. He usually never felt comfortable enough with someone he'd never met to lean on them. It must have been the beam that Flint used on him. Radiant stiffened and considered pulling away but the weakness he'd thought he'd eliminated was slowly sapping his strength." Whichever one you want to give," Radiant said, punctuated by a yawn and another tired smile. He studied the figure holding him up. From what Radiant could see, his rescuer was young and strong. His hands were especially nice." Do you often run into danger for a stranger's sake?" Libby holstered her weapon and moved quickly to support Radiant's other side. Her suspicious glare landed on Nits. She wasn't one for small talk. Or new people. Her eyes were brown and hard, her face severe and without a speck of make-up to soften the planes of her high cheekbones and wrecked skin. Her hair pushed completely out of the way under the helmet. The sounds of sirens and bullhorns echoed broke the quiet of the street." Unless you want to spend another interminable afternoon talking to detectives you better get your ass in gear. You can chat up your new friend in the chopper," she ordered in a crisp British accent, tugging Radiant's arm. Radiant shot Libby a quelling glare." Do you need a ride out of here? NYPD is the worst if they catch you." Nits wondered if this day could get any more surreal. He happily continued to help Radiant stay upright. Feeling a bit like maybe he could understand now how those rock star fans feel. He never really thought he'd end up running into Radiant let alone that Radiant show him such trust so quickly. It felt weirdly validating. Like all this random crime fighting in his spare time didn't just make him a crazy kid with an unusual hobby. He gave a small awkward laugh "Hah, I guess Nits will have to do. I haven't really come up with a better one." Nits replied looking over the sleepy form of his for lack of a better word Hero. He thought about that question for a second. His knee-jerk reaction was to say 'no'. That wasn't really the case anymore. He actually found himself doing that pretty often lately. But before he could reply his dreamy little chat with Radiant was broken up by Libby. He noticed he run-trusting glare. Which made him realize how comfortable he'd gotten with Radiant, suddenly he was back to feeling awkward and out of place. He just nodded in a non-committal way and started to help Libby pull Radiant along into the helicopter. Once they were inside and the doors closed Nits looked about the Helicopter in a way that betrayed all too well he'd never been in one. He is eyes looked over the group and then at Radiant again. Maybe it was because of finally feeling like what he was doing wasn't pointless or because Radiant's trust but Nits decided it was time to ditch the mask. He really only wore it for his own benefit, in his hometown he'd needed it because it was so small someone would have recognized him for sure without it.However, here in the big city he mostly wore it because he'd gotten so used to it, and because he was kind shy. He felt more intimidating with it on. For whatever reason it just seemed silly now. He reached up and pulled it off lowering his hood at the same time. It revealed his young face with it's well-defined features, his sharp nose and high cheekbones and the copper tone of his skin. He ran a hand through his sleek but messy mink hair. He gave Radiant one of his own beaming smiles, one brighter than the hot Arizona sun." I might be tempted to go into danger for strangers a lot more often if it turned out this well all the time." Radiant shot back his own slick New York smile as the mask was taken off. Beneath it was a set of truly magnificent features. Strong and ethnic in a way Radiant had always been a little jealous of. His own face, while popular, was very typical. If there was something Radiant hated it was being typical. His powers were interesting but his face or one like it was on every magazine all the time. A flicker of the bright grin came back." This isn't what I'd call 'well'." Radiant waved at the chaos in the streets below. "But I know what you mean. Any fight you can stumble away from is a good one. Right, Lib's?" The TAC manning the helicopters controls snorted. Radiant eased back into the seat trying to put less strain on his bruised abdominal muscles. "God, that Flynn and his toys." Radiant pulled his legs out and stretched gingerly. "Call Caitlyn. Make sure those bots are all out of the city, and she'll need to start up the paper work to pay out to Dr. Crenshaw's office. Probably going to cost a mint." Radiant rubbed the palm of his hands into his eyes as if trying to erase his exhaustion." Aye Sir," came from the TAC sitting next to Lib's. He pressed a button on his headset and started to chatter quietly into it." That accent isn't New York at all. Sounds like maybe the south-west. " Radiant turned back to his new friend, the curiosity back in his eyes as they neared what was a tall silver tower a few miles from where they started. The Black Hawk eased down onto the held pad landing with barely a bump. The tactical team opened the doors and handed down their gear to several other black clad operatives. Radiant himself gingerly reached for the edge of his own wrecked uniform and pulled it slowly off revealing an impressive musculature marred by dark blotchy bruises and lacerations. A harried looking medic pounced as soon as his boots hit the ground running scans with equipment that looked right out of a Star Trek episode." Always wanted to visit the southwest. Sandoval and the Magician are from there. The stories they tell are hilarious." The medics talked to each other over Radiant's head, Radiant nodded or shook his head at their questions but kept his eyes on Nits as they did their examination. He hopped off the triage stretcher they'd set up right on the helipad and waved Nits towards a bank of elevators." Let's have a drink. We should get debriefed, but I'm sure Lysander's too busy mugging for the press to come get us right way. Plus, one should only meet Camus Lysander Octavian with a finger of scotch in one's stomach." Lysander was an honest to goodness Roman Centurion flung forward in time by a witch. The tactical genius of the League ran the more important plays and made sure with Roman efficiency that the League was well funded, well received and politically connected in a way only a roman general well versed in the art of Politics could. Half of the legislature for the support and security of metal were of his drafting. Radiant stepped into the elevator. The walls were covered in classic '20s wall paper, had raised knobs instead of buttons and dinged with a very computerized sound. It was old school and rattle which seemed terribly out of place for a building with a helipad on the roof. However, when the doors opened again the elevator decor made much more sense. The room Radiant stepped into was right out of a '20s gangster movie. Plush chintz covered armchairs, heavy dark wood panels everywhere. There was even a mantle place with a roaring fire in one corner of the room. Large dormer windows allows shafts of afternoon sunlight to warm the place. Thick Persian rugs muffled their footsteps. It was all old school elegance and class. Radiant continued into the room half clothed and walked straight to the crystal decanter and poured a generous splash of amber liquid into two of the heavy looking glasses set on the sprawling desk." Join me?" Nits listened as Radiant gave orders to his staff. It was a little surreal to sit next to someone with the power to network the whole city on command. Not that he didn't know people who did that, just the one he did was shade in all senses of the word. He knew that if this had happened to him a couple of years ago he might have asked for an autograph or something. He certainly couldn't fathom someone who might as well have been the poster child for "American" good looks to be jealous of his features. Furthermore, he got pretty frequently mistaken for other ethnicities because of his copper skin in their very multicultural city. Nitis was going to ask about the Flynn comment. He guessed it was because he was new to the area that he hadn't known about Flynn's destructive reputation. Or maybe it was something that only the metal and Police knew about. However, he didn't have time to interject before his battered target of affections had turned the attention back to him. He grinned "dead on, Arizona actually." The young hero tried not to so obviously stare this time not because of how gorgeous the man was but how beat up he actually was. He'd always thought that the celebrity superheros with the stronger powers usually came out relatively unscathed at the end of the day. It kind of made his heart sink a little to look at it, like reality hitting home. After all Radiant wasn't REALLY immortal. He was broken from his reverie by the comment. "Oh wow, you really know Sandoval and the Magician? "Nits followed him to the elevator and was almost confused at the interior. "Yeah, They're kind of a big deal where I'm from." If the elevator had been weird, the old school decoration of the building made him feel even more out of place. He didn't really know who Lysander was, but he wasn't about to question it. He figured it wasn't like he had a place to be considering his place of work was rubble now. He wasn't even sure how to respond to the image of not just the fact that it was radiant offering him a drink but this situation in general. He ran a hand through his hair with an awkward smile and came over to pour himself a drink. "Sorry, this day has been a strange one even for me." Nitis leaned on the counter and took a swig of the liquor. He coughed a little, it was certainly heavy liquor not the cheap stuff. Setting the glass down he took his jacket off and neatly set it aside. He decided he might as well get the whole 'idol' thing off his chest. "To be honest I was kind of a big fan of you before I started this whole vigilante justice thing." He gave an awkward laugh before continuing" I had a poster of you on my wall and now.... I'm having a drink with you." He finished in an embarrassed tone. "You did?" Radiant asked as flush bloomed across his cheeks. The blush and embarrassed cough to hide his grin seemed shy and unpracticed. As if he was unused to hearing something like that. "I hope it wasn't that one with the weird hair coronet thing? I was going through a phase. I swear." He shook his head remembering. "The early 00s weren't my best years." Radiant said with a self depreciating laugh. He touched the glass to his bottom lip, smiling around it. The coolness soothed a scrape there. He wandered a few steps away towards the mantle and leaned against the back of a plush couch covered in expensive looking cloth, delicate gold patterns on a navy blue background." I was a giant prick back then. Sandoval would tell you. He spends most of his time watching me get my ass handed to me then laughing at me." Radiant swirled the amber liquor round the glass then took another glue, wincing a bit as the liquor stung the scrap on his lip. "Hell they're probably still laughing at me now." He leaned back bathing his face in a shaft of afternoon sunlight. Where the sun touched glowed a fizzy sparkle and when he leaned back to face Nits his lips was healed and whole." Great big pair of nagging old ladies, both of them." Radiant grinned as his bruises slowly lightened and faded. The sun on his back and haloing his hair seemed to draw him up and the glow intensified. What seemed human in the confines of the elevator was suddenly other - stunningly beautiful but otherworldly, a creature of fire with eyes so blue they seemed electric." I trained with them after Fl-" Radiant hesitated then smiled and continued, "when I first got my powers. They took me under their wing. I did a beat in Death Valley and L.A. before getting back to New York finally. My first solo patrol the both of them checked in on me every five minutes. You know that disappearing appearing trick that the Magician does? The one where he just pops up in front of you? He did it to a mugger I was chasing. Scared the guy so badly he shot himself in the foot. Mag had just come to tell me I'd left my keys in my trunk. We had to call the guy and ambulance. He cursed us out the whole wait." Radiant's amusement was obvious as was the warmth of his affection for his mentors." They were the best teachers I'd ever had." Radiant sighed lost a bit in memory. His cobalt colored eyes then snapped back to Nits. "Their advice has saved my life countless times. I've never figured out a way to thank them that they'd accept, but maybe I can pay it forward to a kid from Sandoval's hometown." Radiant nodded looking determined. "I can show you the ropes if you're interested? New York can be a great big ball of crazy most days. I can at least outfit you properly." He smiled and reached over to tug at Nits' hoodie zipper." Unless your packing like iron skin or an impenetrable mental force field or something, this isn't going to stop a bullet or one of Flynn's better appointed toys." It struck Radiant again how attractive Nits was. The urge to push his fingers through the thick black locks was hard to control, but Radiant was nothing if not persistent." So what do you think? Interested in seeing how we do things here in New York?" Nits had certainly been going through a phase then too. A painful one that didn't need bringing up, at that time he'd almost been convinced that even the idea of justice was unfair. It was following the conspiracy sites on the many meta heroes, with his dorky but well-meaning friend, and seeing changes in the news that finally pulled him out of a dark place. He naively accepted Radiant little comment and reminiscing on the past as modesty. The young man watched as the figure before him slowly healed back into a flawless being. It was hard not to mentally put the man on a pedestal when his features were so chiseled perfect. Nitis listened with a little disbelief as Radiant described to people he only knew as Grossed veterans as being worry works. Those heated blue eyes drawing him in. When Radiant finished the story Nits had taken another swig of his drink which he almost spit on the carpet at the other mans offer. He hastily swallowed "Are you kidding? That'd be- That'd be great!" He paused, looked embarrassed, then cleared his throat and tried to appear not so incredibly eager. " Yes, yes, that would be great. I would be honored if you'd help me out." He could not believe his luck. For the first time in a while he thought 'Maybe I really am supposed to be doing this whole vigilante justice thing.' It wasn't as though some of the other lesser known heroes hadn't shown him around before, hell he had a poker night with some of them but to learn from the person he considered to be the most skilled in the business, well he would certainly have sacrificed more than a crappy dead end job to have that chance." I won't let you down." He said with a grin holding out a hand for them to shake on it. "No," Radiant spent a golden smile on Nits as he clasped the young man's hand, "I don't think you will." Radiant held Nits hand for a moment longer than strictly necessary. Just a beat as blue eyes met dark ones. Nits' pulse beat against Radiant's palm, a sensation like a soft sigh rushed through him, comforting in a strange way. Radiant didn't know quite what to make of it. Realizing that he'd held on just a hair too long, Radiant quickly released Nits' hand. He tossed back the rest of his drink." Sorry," he muttered under his breath. "We should go before Lysander comes looking for us. Imperious doesn't even being to describe his attitude." Radiant grabbed a t-shirt from his closet and pulled it on. The Yale University logo was faded and stained, the sleeves were ratty - obviously a well-loved favorite garment. The sweat shirt hid all his glorious skin, dimming the room. He pushed up the sleeves and opened the door leading down the hall. There were voices coming from the end." After you." He waved holding the door open politely.***Far below the street, the Flint Enterprises R&D labs sprawled into the subbasements deeper than any of the larger businesses. Flint dug into the bowels of the city and created when it suited him or worked on his company. Today he paced back and forth in front of the two-story bank of LCD monitors he used to survey his kingdom. The stock market and his emails played across the bottom but the other individual screens all held pictures of a masked man with midnight hair and the sigil of a Native American eagle on his back and face. Thunder Eagle the papers called him. Another god-damned meta. It was getting so that a person couldn't throw a rock without hitting someone with more power than sense." Thunder Eagle." Flynn rubbed his eyes then replayed footage stolen from several of the school's security cameras as Nits made his way to and from campus. "Nits suits you so much better." He sighed and watched sharp faced and angry as Nits climbed into the chopper with his worst enemy. Radiant's hand was blazing warm like he'd always imagined. Which in an of itself was a thought he would take to the grave rather than divulge. Nits didn't notice that Radiant held the handshake a tad to long. He was too busy still being giddy about the prospects of their new arrangement. He forgot about his own drink as he was brought back into the reality that they obviously couldn't both just stand around in this room anymore." Er, right." He agreed watching Radiant pull on the t-shirt. That was an interesting sight, the Radiant he always saw on TV or the news was dressed in spotless posh clothing most of the time. It occurred to Nits that there was obviously a lot more to Radiant than what he knew about the man. He realized more than just because he had some embarrassingly strong crush on Radiant, he wanted to work with Radiant because he was genuinely curious about Radiant as a person. Nits followed the other man down the hall with a bit of nervousness starting to grow in his stomach. When Radiant held open the door he gave an awkward nod "Thanks". Then entered the room feeling it was silly for him to go first since no one was expecting him. He was such a bundle of emotions he'd nearly forgotten about Flynn. He certainly had no way of knowing that Flynn was already researching him at this moment.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A lot of things changed, since nits began working closely with Radiant. It was still hard to think of him as 'jams' even though he'd even seen some more of the man's private life. Radiant had spent time training him, helping him hone his skills to be way more effective in their line of work. He also had a much nicer uniform, it kept him much safer and looked almost official. It was some special material that looked and felt mostly like a normal bodysuit, but he'd seen in action it was much more durable than anything he'd have been able to buy. Nitis had come to trust the man strongly, especially when they went out on the job together. Now they were working on an out-of-town case. Some villain from a neighboring city. He was following Radiant's lead even now. "Are you nuts? Sanchez. SANCHEZ!! You sour faced twat, get your ass in gear and HELP ME!" The much suit ground to a halt in front of the Twelfth street bank. People ran and shouted trying to escape the lurching mechanical death trap as it rattled its way down main street. The thing was two stories high, and except for the huge dents punched into its side and limbs seems indestructible. Alarms and police sirens filled the Jersey air as the device lurched away towards the city. Running next to the three-story monster was a little putt-putt alerocopter and a harried looking Sanchez, pointing and yelling in incomprehensible Spanish."Yeah, yeah/a police ES aqua, you moron. If you don't get that pyrometer back online they'll replica'ING us down town. I'm not going to jail in fucking Jersey! That's really just too much." Flynn scowled down at his panicking peon." Get it together right now, or I'm giving your slot to Bennet the Intern!" Sanchez blinked and took a breath. Twenty seconds later the much strode confidently down Main street bashing light posts and crunching empty cop cars as it went. The last couple of months he'd made it his point in life to enjoy more of his toys. Tired of watching from affair as Radiant trashed his toys and his plans Flynn had retooled. There was something about watching Radiant take it from him hand to hand that held pleasure. Flynn smiled as the tell-tale whoop of military helicopters filled the air. Radiant's little squad of meat shields were here. Without a thought Flynn throttled down and flicked the switch for the Directed EMP burst cannons. He considered letting fly while they were in the air and having them splat, but that kind of action might have harmed his wonderful much. It was incredibly hard to cast uranium Teflon on anything specially while trying to keep it matte black. He's waiting until they were a few feet from the ground then let fly. The crash was entertaining without exploding the copter all over the place and scratching the paint on his much. As Radiant's Scooby squad scattered, Flynn let fly with his much, burying his foot in the belly of the chopper and booting it into one of the office buildings like a football punter. He turned bashing into the back of the Twelfth Street bank, plucked the entire vault itself from the rubble. The techs rotors whined a little but with a little work, the much twisted the vault apart and shook the goodies into the much's belly like a busted piñata. Flynn smirked as the police shots and tear gas did nothing at all. He cracked open the second vault and emptied it easily. The sound of more copters. It was time to go. He ran the much shaking the ground with every step. Then launched himself into the sky. The much's boosters caught, and he launched himself into the sky. With a yell of pure maleficent enjoyment he powered on hard. Heading around back of the city to keep people off his trail. he'd almost hit the secret entrance when the device jerked and the boosters whined and gears ground painfully in an effort to continue its forward motion." Who ever is piloting this thing you have ten seconds to bail out, or I'm letting you crash." The familiar tone of stomach turning righteousness caused Flynn to grind his teeth. Flipping switches and pulling nobs, Flynn worked the device hard then reversing a couple of the energy flow conduits he caused the shielding to over load. Radiant yelped as if he'd been burned. Likely a few thousand volts of electricity wouldn't do much more than that. Suddenly the much was free. The stalled kinetic energy kicked in full force sending the much end over end into the dirt. The much jerked and shuddered to halt Flynn pushed the hatch open and climbed out dusting off his pants as a sparking smoking Radiant landed with a furious thump next to him." You're going to jail, Flynn," Radiant growled unable to believe Flynn himself had been flying that contraption." For what?" Flynn pulled off the flight suite but left the helmet on. And simply flipped up the visor. The heavy mitts were pulled off and then unstrapped the harness." For what??" Radiant asked, stupefied, "For what? Stealing an entire bank vault full of money?" Two bank vaults full of money," Flynn corrected peeling off the harness to reveal a synthex flight suit that hugged every curve and muscle of the tall helmeted scientist." But I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just a man in a field. I don't know why you feel it necessary to persecute people for walking around in their own fields." He said, folded his arms cross his chest and acting like he was the wronged party. Radiant's eyes widened and stepped forward, his irritation causing the surrounding air to visibly shimmer with the heat." Watch it, Sunshine. If you so much as singe me I'm going to close down that fucking freak show you call a Federation of Heroes. I swear to God and my lawyers, I will." Flynn stood straight and tall. Unflinching in the face of Radiant's godlike power. Radiant backed down stepping back in the face of Flynn's total lack of fear. Something else flicked over his face the redhead stared him down. A shiver of want. Flynn turned on his heel and walked towards the wreck of the much. Radiant couldn't take his eyes off of the back view. It was just as impressive as the front maybe more so. Radiant swallowed against the intensity of his want, staring and trying to figure out once again why Flynn and him weren't a thing. It wasn't until the tell-tale whine of electronics booting up that Radiant shook himself out of his stupor." What? We." A flash of blue light and the much was gone. Flynn turned with a brilliant smirk." Again, For what am I going to jail?" Nits had begun to wonder how Flynn had kept his business and personal name up in such high regard even though the law and Radiant's federation had to get rid of the man's contraptions every other week. How someone could get away with so much was astonishing. As the much crashed about the city causing significant damage to various streetlights the young hero tried to keep up with the rest of the team. He had taken accustomed to helping out with the helicopter crew when he could because he felt a bit bad for them. Most criminals seem to view them as little more than target practice and so it was best to be rather 'resilient' if you worked that shift. Their copter crashed down due to the burst of EMP. He didn't see the much kick the helicopter next to them, but he certainly heard it. After sorting out some of his co-workers he sent out his other set of eyes to see where Radiant had gone. He was thoroughly surprised to see that it had actually been Flynn in the much and not some random peon. Usually they just got some poor cog who knew nothing. He set about navigating towards them. It took some time to catch up to them as they'd gone quit a distance away. He borrowed one of the helicopters to catch up as quickly as he could. Though he noticed that Radiant wasn't making any move to restrain Flynn. There was also a strange look on the man's face, he didn't think he'd seen it before. Then again he always goes the feeling that there was a private side of James that no one got to see. The was really more suited to working alone. Always taking off and making his own decisions. Even so the mentoring had genuinely helped Nits who'd learned quite a bit. His budding little crush seemed only to continue to persist making some moments between them awkward for nits. He was sure the man got that sort of thing all the time but beyond just some idealization, working so closely with the guardian of such a major city had brought him new-found admiration for the man's hard work. He landed the helicopter in the field and announced from the mind closest to them "So we're chalking this one to a loss as well then?" In an irritated kind of way. He came to stand next to Radiant, his face an unreadable expression. It was true that Flynn did look very very VERY good in his pilot suit. Nits was so firmly rooted in his principles though. He was not about to let Flynn have the pleasure of knowing he still manages to be charming whilst being somewhat the bane nits's existence. No one caused as much unaccounted for paperwork and damage reports not to mention loss of staff, as this man. The man's bright smirking face caused his stomach to turn. How could he have been so flattered when the man flirted with him. "If I had my way if we'd put you in the ground rather than jail." He replied in a sarcastic tone. He eyed the spot where the much had been and sighed. Furthermore, he turned to radiant with his other set of eyes "what now?" His own voice was always of a steady and even tone while on the job. One with neither judgement nor appeasement.(oh my god your post is beautiful! Sorry mine isn't as long.) "Rude!" Flynn gasped as if genuinely wounded by Nits' cold words, then pouted in a glorious showing of his naughty mouth. Flynn strolled back to where Nits and Radiant stood agape as usual at his natural awesomeness. Flynn strolled over to where Radiant stood, folding his arms in a stance mocking the blond superhero. His ironic smile crinkling the corner of his eyes and a manner that completed disconcerted Radiant." Look, Flynn," Radiant began, irritated. The pop and crackle of unregulated theta radiation alerted him to the fact that Flynn had gotten under Radiant's skin once again. Every time Radiant felt upset or out of kilter, this aspect of his power would get away from him. Theta waves were mostly harmless to the human body but ended up really screwing with the magnetic fields of most devices. It sucked to hear the feedback over his earpiece. It was a reminder of how much Flynn put him on edge." How much money do you really need? You're already like the fifth-richest man in the world. Why can't you control yourself? What the hell do you need with people's dirty photos and old ladies' pensions? Just give us back what you stole. If I know you, you've already wiped every camera in a six-mile radius. From the reports in, very few people were on the street. The Jersey cops are mostly just singed. Why do you need to do this? Why can't you see how insane these robots are?" Radiant's voice took an upward tinge of desperation. If anyone had asked later, Radiant wouldn't have copped to his whining, but Flynn picked it up and found himself irritated beyond all reason." Why? Because you're a freak," Flynn whispered with the bitterness and poison of a person who's had be called a freak repeatedly. "You and the other freaks have managed to fool the rest of mankind into thinking you have their best interests at heart. You don't. I know you don't because I've watched you at your god-damn worst." Flynn stepped close, into Radiant's space. His soft hiss held a menacing promise that spoke directly to Radiant's cock." Fuck the world you're making us live in, where normal humans are weak and pathetic. Always waiting around for one of your kind to rescue us. Fuck your moralizing and preaching when we both know you don't have a fucking leg to stand on." He murmured softly." Fuck you," Flynn said softly and with such dulcet and loving tones that for a moment Radiant thought something completely different had come out of Flynn's mouth. Radiant shifted on his hips leaning in unable to help himself. Want thrummed through him, his heart pounding in his ears. Radiant stared at Flynn's dark blue eyes and dug his fingers into his arms to keep from reaching out and pulling Flynn the final ten inches, to brush their mouths together. Flynn would kill him for that. Radiant knew it without a shadow of a doubt. Kissing Flynn with all that lay between them was nothing more than suicide." Fuck you, Radiant." Flynn murmured again. The thick ruff of ginger lashes turning his eyes into blue slits, pleasured and amused as Radiant leaned forward seemingly against his will. Unable to control his own need. Flynn's smile grew wider, and he took a giant step backward suddenly, tugging at Radiant's collar and dance gleefully as Radiant stumbled forward off balance. He took a step towards Nits then another. Flynn flicked a gaze up and down Nits' face and new uniform. He folded his arms with one hand thoughtfully tapping his chin as if viewing a piece hung up in a museum. He strolled around Nits making soft humming sounds as he walked. Flynn knew what he looked like - his well-formed chest, long muscular legs and pale skin under the protective gear that hid nothing much at all." You know, Radiant, you really shouldn't dress your young peons up in such suggestive clothing. People will start to get the right idea about you. " Flynn's appreciative grin roamed slowly over Nits new uniform. "I mean really? Could this be tighter?" Flynn was close now, standing face to face with Nits, close enough to touch. He stepped forward, playful malice in his eyes as he rested his palm on Nits' chest." Flynn!" Radiant's warning was hard now, tinted with embarrassment and hating the fact that he'd been made to look the fool." He gets so jealous when I touch his play things... always been that way. Angry and possessive. Has he tied you to the bed post and spanked you yet?""FLYNN!" Radiant barked, absolutely at the end of his patience. Flynn winked at Nits and turned to Radiant." Your First Nations fuck puppet asked you a question? What now, Radiant?" The criminal continued to non-nonchalantly taunt them. The heat of disgusted anger boiled under his skin as Flynn went on his little Tyra about them being freaks and that he was somehow a victim because they help enforce the law. It wasn't as though they were things he hadn't heard before. There were plenty of people who is it were possible would have every mutant lined up into a building and stripped bare. He wished Radiant would tell him why Flynn had such a vendetta against him. However, he often chalked it up to Flynn being a mutant hating asshole, and Radiant being maybe one of the most famous mutant's of all time. Then Flynn turned toward Nits, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck bristle. Flynn was looking him over like some piece of meat. For a second the part of his brain that had watched one too many SCIFI movie wondered if Flynn had some kind of x-ray device. If Flynn could even see the milky section of his body where his mocha skin had more or less not seen daylight. He'd developed a pretty distinctive tan-line since James owned a pool and a good dip was perfect after work-outs. Then he realized that was stupidly paranoid. Even if Flynn liked to flirt there was no way he'd bother lugging something like that around 'just in case'. Even so he still felt like the man could see everything. He stood firm, completely unaware that Flynn had control of enough security camera's that, that was very nearly true. Nitis didn't flinch away from the hand, but he glared down at Flynn fiercely. It was no wonder people likened him to an eagle as his sharp Native American facial features enhanced the glare quite a bit. He was looking at the other man in the way an eagle might look at a small mouse it would like to crush in one strong claw. A lass he knew making any kind of assault without a signal from radiant would probably play into Flynn's hands. He took Flynn's lewd remarks rather personally as he didn't know yet that James actually play his side of the field. The man was very open and very secretive about his private life at the same time. Of course Flynn did know that Nits was gay though as they very nearly were on a flirtatious little date. So he accidentally interpreted them as being directed at himself. He clenched his jaw trying not to tighten his hand into a fist. With his other body he spoke into Radiant's mind, something he didn't do often as he found it unsettled people. "You had better make a decision, I don't think I hold out from decking him in the face much longer." Nits turned to look at Radiant as well his stoic face morphing from a glare to a slight frown.

My Heart is Filled with Villainy {Crawl & Bron}|rating:4.0

ToDE Arena Madness_ Jeremy Dodd v. Betty Rubble (no, not that one, the other one)

As the fighters leave their dressing room, the sound hits them like a physical wall-the sound of twenty thousand bloodthirsty spectators howling for a fight. The stands are packed with beings of every description- men, elves, battle, Tatar'RI, morons, Saudi and stranger things, every one of them screaming full-throated for the bout about to take place. A particularly obnoxious astral Devi tootles away on a vuvuzela for a second or two before the demigod in the seat behind them knocks 'em cold. The arena is a hundred feet in diameter, surrounded by an impassable cube of force: it is a magical imitation of a woodland area, scattered with trees, and cut in half by a winding river. The gladiators are separated by an opaque wall of force for a brief instant: a red light flares into existence above them, then immediately flares to green-the match is on!.(Make any last-minute decisions you need to, put them behind spoiler tags, and roll unit.) Spoiler Hide Persistent spells and long-term buffs are as noted on the character sheet except Greater Status, but cleric spell selection is different, as follows: 0-level: 6 (Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Mending, Read Magic) 1st level: 7 + 1 (Bless, Entropic Shield, Shield of Faith, Blessed Aim, Conviction x2, Resurgence, Magic Aura) 2nd level: 7 + 1 (Divine Insight, Guidance of the Avatar, Light of Faith, Adept Spirit, Close Wounds, Lore of the Gods, Body Ward, Identify) 3rd level: 7 + 1 (Magic Vestment x2, Crown of the Grave x2, Gallon's Blessing, Light of Kenya, Ring of Blades, Spark of Life, Dispel Magic) 4th level: 5 + 1 (Greater Magic Weapon, Light of Wisdom, Light of Purity, Spiritual Advisor, Undead Bane Weapon, Imbue with Spell Ability) 5th level: 5 + 1 (True Seeing, Divine Retribution, Surge of Fortune x2, Righteous Might, Spell Resistance) 6th level: 4 + 1 (Persistent Chasing Perfection [DMM], Superior Resistance, Ghost Trap, Bolt of Glory, Antimagic Field) 7th level: 3 + 1 (Persistent Divine Favor, Persistent Shield of Faith, Holy Word, Spell Turning) 8th level: 1 + 1 (Persistent Storm rage [DMM], Protection from Spells) (Current spell list: 0-level: 6 (Create Water, Detect Magic, Guidance, Light, Mending, Read Magic) 1st level: 7 + 1 (Bless, Blessed Aim, Conviction x1, Resurgence, Magic Aura) 2nd level: 7 + 1 (Close Wounds, Identify) 3rd level: 7 + 1 (Spark of Life, Dispel Magic) 4th level: 5 + 1 (Spiritual Advisor, Imbue with Spell Ability) 5th level: 5 + 1 (Spell Resistance) 6th level: 4 + 1 (Bolt of Glory, Antimagic Field) 7th level: 3 + 1 () 8th level: 1 + 1 () Sophia and Logos are bound to Tarsus and Focal or respectively, generating Senses and PHB II Power auras respectively, and granting different benefits from usual. Sophia grants Shadow Hand, Smoking, Undead Bane, Warning, Mighty Smiting Rather than the Least Crystal of Return, the Greater True death crystal is attached to the halberd: Logos grants Sacred, (+2) and an additional +4 to the enhancement bonus Sword sage maneuvers prepared: Counter Charge, Mirrored Pursuit, Sudden Leap, Distracting Ember Crusader maneuvers readied: 1 Foe hammer 2 White Raven Tactics 3 Shield Counter 4 Strength Draining Strike 5 Stalker in the Night 6 One with Shadow 7 Stone Vise Stance taken: Aura of Perfect Order The Distracting Shadows rock is out of the bag. Hat of Anonymity is off. Notes: Net effect of prep changes are -irrelevant to poison DC's, -1d6 sneak attack damage, cannot draw halberd as a free action, can be critter and sneaked as normal, vulnerable to death and energy drain effects, no Nondetection, +4 AC, +5 unit, +2 to attack and damage on smites, +1 smite/day, +2 cleric level for turn attempts, +1d6 damage, Ghost Touch, CRT and sneak undead. Initiative:Jeremy:(1d20+17)[30]. Not attempting Nerve skitter. Anias:(1d20+2)[10]Sophia & Logos:(1d20+1)[5] Unit:(1d20+9)[20]I will start in the blue. I am not visible to normal senses. My current senses are: Dark vision, Low Light Vision, Life sense (living creatures radiate light. Even if invisible or otherwise obscured, I will still be able to see the light globes.) All currently have a strict limit of 60 feet from my location. Match Particulars (observers only):Spoiler Hide Starting in B11. Flail drawn, shield readied. Then I will begin in the blue, and do not do anything that would bring me into your field of view or be otherwise detectable by you during the entirety of my action. Spoiler Hide Begin in B10. Cast Ghost Trap (standard action) (75-foot emanation), activate Law Devotion (swift action) (add to AC), decline to move. Current AC 59. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes remaining. Law Devotion has 10/10 rounds remaining. Crusader maneuvers awarded: (1d7)[1] (1d6)[2] (1d5)[2] (1d4)[2] Edit: Foe hammer, Shield Counter, Strength Draining Strike, Stalker in the Night. Well, if you're in blue, then I'm in red, I guess. If you can see me:Spoiler Hide I am in Y10. I sink into the floor. Remainder of turn (nonvisible):Spoiler Hide Double move to J10, in the ground. That should block Love to any effects he has active. Done. Sorry, I meant red, but either one works so let's stick with you red/me blue. Also, current special vision modes are low-light vision and dark vision 60'. If incorporeal and coming within 75' of B10 at any point of your action:Spoiler Hide You suddenly become material, possibly being shunted from within a solid object as per Blink. Spell craft DC 26: Spoiler Hide Spell Compendium's Ghost Trap. If ethereal and coming within 75' of B10 at any point of your action with active (Material-plane) Ghost Touch equipment:Spoiler Hide Your Ghost Touch equipment suddenly becomes fully ethereal, becoming unable to interact with the Material Plane. Spell craft DC 26: Spoiler Hide Spell Compendium's Ghost Trap. If ethereal and attempting to manifest at any point within 75' of B10:Spoiler Hide You can't. Spell craft DC 26: Spoiler Hide Spell Compendium's Ghost Trap. All these do require line of effect. Does that change anything? Nope. None of the above apply. Then either we don't have LOVE to each other or you're more than 60' away. I again spend my turn doing nothing that you would be able to sense or see. Spoiler Hide Alias: Manifest Greater Concealing Morph without display. Sophia: Change Warning to +1 enhancement bonus (standard), project Energy Aura (acid) aura rather than Senses (swift). Jeremy: cast Life's Grace (standard), activate Amulet of Tears for three charges (swift), fly to B10+50. Life's Grace has 15 minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 1r remaining. Law Devotion has 9/10 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 8/8 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. Granted crusader maneuver: (1d3)[3] Edit: Stone Vise. Turn is over. My Turn:Spoiler Hide Free: Move to B10 (in the ground). Standard: Activate Divine Shield Free: Manifest Are any creatures within 5 feet of B10 (and at ground level)? If so, I automatically detect their presence. I don't get any visual information, merely their location. No. Does that complete your turn? Yep. Go for it. All right then. I guess I'm still unobserved, so it seems it's time for more spoilers. Spoiler Hide Alias: Manifest Psionic Keen Edge on halberd. Sophia: Ready an action to use Tarsus' Touch on the first thing struck by the halberd. Jeremy: Cast True Seeing (standard), lament lack of productive things to do with swift action (swift), fly to N10+50 (move) Psionic Keen Edge has 80 minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 1r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 2r remaining. Law Devotion has 8/10 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 7/8 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. Crusader maneuver granted: (1d2)[1] Edit: White Raven Tactics. Alias' PP: 82/92. Special vision modes now possessed: Low-light vision, dark vision 60', True Seeing. Edit: The first two were there before, I just neglected to mention them earlier. True seeing won't pick up anything either. Being inside floors and trees will do that. My Turn:Spoiler Hide Double move to I14, +25, inside tree. Go ahead. No visible actions, still jockeying for position. Trying to figure out the effect that deals with ethereal manifestation, incorporeal effects, and has an emanation range of about 75 feet. I'll take four rounds of uncontested, unobserved buffs against all the positional advantage in the world, thankyewverymuch. Oh, and all of the above three conditions still apply to anyone within 75' of N10+50. Spoiler Hide Alias: Manifest Touch sight, augmented to 70' (standard). Logos: Ready a use of Lightning Strike against the first target to come within range (standard). Jeremy: Cast Surge of Fortune (standard), activate White Raven Tactics (swift) to give an action to self, cast Conviction (standard). Conviction has 150 minutes remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 1r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 1r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 2r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 3r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 15/15 rounds remaining. Law Devotion has 7/10 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 6/8 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. Last remaining crusader maneuver granted. Alias' PP: 75/92. My turn:Spoiler Hide double move to R19, below ground. Movement path keeps me at all times in the tree or ground. Done. No visible effects. What are youdoingdown there-what terrible, chthonic legions do you muster beneath my feet? Spoiler Hide Alias: Manifest Detect Remote Viewing. Sophia/Logos: Do nothing. Jeremy: Cast Crown of the Grave. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h remaining. Crown of the Grave has 15h remaining. Conviction has 150 -1r minutes remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 2r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 2r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 3r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 4r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 14/15 rounds remaining. Law Devotion has 6/10 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 5/8 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. Crusader maneuvers granted: (1d7)[4] (1d6)[5] (1d5)[1] (1d4)[4] Edit: Strength Draining Strike, Stalker in the Night, Foe hammer, One with Shadow. Alias' PP: 68/92. New sense type gained: Detect Remote Viewing. No change to the effect or the location of the ethereal/incorporeal-effecting thing. Well, I was changing my mind back and forth on what I was doing, actually. That, and being cautious of casters. Turn:Spoiler Hide Standard: See Invisibility Move: to Z20(below ground). I would be almost as cautious of giving a caster ample time to prep unobserved as I would to attack him head-on and heedlessly. Spoiler Hide Alias: Manifest Elf sight. Sophia and Logos: Do nothing. Jeremy: Cast Adept Spirit. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h -1r remaining. Adept Spirit has 15h remaining. Crown of the Grave has 15h -1r remaining. Elf sight has 8h remaining. Conviction has 150 -2r minutes remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 3r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 3r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 4r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 5r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 13/15 rounds remaining. Law Devotion has 5/10 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 4/8 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. Crusader maneuvers granted: (1d3)[3] EDIT: Stone Vise. Alias' PP: 65/92 No significant changes in exotic detection modes, no change in the in corp effect or its location. My Turn:I'll ascend out of the ground at Z20, incorporeal. I see invisible, as well as previous vision modes (dark vision 60, low light vision, life sense). If you are within LOVE of Z20, ground level and alive I'll see, at the very least, a globe of light around your location, even if invisible or the like. Holding off on rest of turn for description of what I see, as well as opportunity for ready actions to trigger. You see Jeremy hovering in the air at N10+50. No readied actions trigger. Any items in hand? Any visible spell effects? Ah, yes, sorry about that. His outline is extraordinarily distorted by some kind of rippling membrane, to the point that you can barely tell it's him underneath all that: you can still tell that he's carrying his halberd and wearing roughly the same equipment he started with, and there's something going on near his head as well. Guttering, distorted golden energy surrounds him. Psicraft DC 23:Spoiler Hide Greater Concealing Morph Spell craft DC 23 (roll to bypass 50% concealment before you roll for the skill)Spoiler Hide Crown of the Grave Well, I think I know what you're doing for the ethereal power earlier, and I have a good idea on the psi power. Note: If you have 50% (total) concealment, then I shouldn't be able to see anything inside. That said, sinking back into the floor. Ending turn:Spoiler Hide in P10, underground. That's it. You do? Hell if I know where I'm going with all this. I have an idea or two, but no One True Tactic. Spoiler Hide Alias: Manifest Synesthete (feel light version) Sophia: Reallocate Ghost Bane to +1 enhancement bonus Jeremy: Cast Ghost Bane Weapon Alias: Manifest Elf sight. Sophia and Logos: Do nothing. Jeremy: Cast Adept Spirit. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h -2r remaining. Ghost Bane Weapon has 15h remaining. Adept Spirit has 15h-1r remaining. Crown of the Grave has 15h -2r remaining. Elf sight has 8h - 1r remaining. Conviction has 150 -3r minutes remaining. Synesthete has 80 minutes remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 4r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 4r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 5r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 6r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 12/15 rounds remaining. Law Devotion has 4/10 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 3/8 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. Crusader maneuvers granted: (1d2)[1] EDIT: White Raven Tactics. Turn is over. Alias' PP: 64/92 Turn is over. Oh no, I'm not implying that I know what you're planning... only that I think I know which spell that is. Given that, I have to choose between waiting you out for 15 minutes, or losing one of my bells and whistles. My turn:Elevating out of the floor at P10. What do I see? The same thing. That means I go corporeal. I continue movement to N10 +45. Halfway into the movement, I activate a swift action to use a magic item. Provided there are no interruptions:Spoiler Hide Free action: Use a supernatural ability. Standard action: Attack with Flail Declare Power attack (16) Smite Attack: (1d20+68)[77] If Hit: (1d6+61)[63] +10 if your alignment is good. This attack ignores all miss chances (Awesome Smite). Smite Attack: (1d20+68)[74] If Hit: (1d6+61)[62] +10 if your alignment is good. This attack ignores all miss chances (Awesome Smite). Breakdown: Attack Bonus: 16 (BAD) + 22 (insight, Proud Warrior 4) + 22 (CIA instead of STR, slippers of battle dancing) +22 (CIA, smite attack) +1 (enhancement) +1 (size) -16 (power attack) Damage Bonus: 22 (CIA, Divine Strength) + 22 (CIA instead of STR, slippers of battle dancing) + 16 (power attack) + 1 (enhancement) As Betty Rubble begins her first swing, Jeremy vanishes in a burst of golden light, appearing 10' away.(Your first attack is Abrupt Jaunted. Do you have a means of making a second one at 10' range, or does your second attack whiff as well?) Observers:Spoiler Hide 2/3 Abrupt Jaunts remaining. Second attack is not made. Your turn. Betty Rubble feels a terrible, crushing pressure around her without any immediately apparent source, pinning her arms to her sides and holding her firmly in place.(Two telekinetic attempts to grapple and pin are made.(1d20+19)[26](1d20+19)[27])A small lightning bolt leaps from Jeremy's halberd with a loud crack, singing her.((3d6)[8]electricity damage, Reflex DC 15 half.) Then, Jeremy clasps the holy symbol at his breast, and it absolutely explodes with light, coruscating in blinding shades of white, blue, and yellow light that sears her to the core. Just as her vision begins to white-out, she hears a wonderful, terrible Word...(Turning undead. Effective turning level is 22 for the purposes of turning only, 17 for the purposes of turning or destroying. Turning check:(1d20+19)[36](Edit: up to 26-HD undead turned before turn resistance.) Turning damage:(5d6+25)[44]Immediately afterward, casting Holy Word (CL 16). Turn complete. Spoiler Hide Alias: Use Telekinesis SLA (standard), make grapple attempt: use Quicken SLA to do it again (2 remaining.) Sophia: Use Lightning Strike. Jeremy: Begin the turn without a swift action due to having Jaunted. Burn a turn attempt with Swift Impetus to gain a swift action (5 remain). Cast Light of Wisdom (swift). Burn a turn attempt with Swift Impetus to gain a swift action (4 remain). Cast Light of Purity (swift). Burn a turn attempt with Swift Impetus to gain a swift action (3 remain). Cast Light of Faith (swift). Burn a turn attempt with Swift Impetus to gain a swift action (2 remain). Turn undead (standard) and discharge Crown of the Grave (immediate). Burn a turn attempt with Swift Impetus to gain a swift action (0 remain). Activate White Raven Tactics for 3 charges (gain full-round, minus swift from Cong). Activate Adept Spirit (immediate). Cast Holy Word (standard). End turn. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h -3r remaining. Ghost Bane Weapon has 15h-1r remaining. Elf sight has 8h - 2r remaining. Conviction has 150 -4r minutes remaining. Synesthete has 80 minutes-1r remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 5r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 5r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 6r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 7r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 11/15 rounds remaining. Adept Spirit has 10/10 rounds remaining. Law Devotion has 3/10 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 2/8 rounds remaining. Crown of the Grave is expended. HP 186/162. 2/3 Abrupt Jaunts remaining. 2/3 Quickened Telekinesis remaining. Alias' PP: 64/92 Telekinesis to do a grapple must still make a touch attack. That is part of resolving the attempt as normal. That's why the spell has an attack bonus. Reflex:(1d20+40)[41](and evasion)I am turned, not destroyed (+8 turn resist... wish I hadn't removed the extra +4 I'd had). Holy word blinds and deafens me. Blind:(2d4)[4]Deaf:(1d4)[2]EDIT: Take 8 damage. Provided your turn is over: Flee into floor, double move. This provokes an AOO. Sorry about the delay: Thanksgiving weekend got to me. Thanks for your correction to telekinetic grapple attempts: every GM I've played under has done it as an autofit, but your interpretation is self-evidently the correct one. May I change that to a different kind of Telekinesis now that I've been corrected on the matter? Absolutely. Two Bull Rush attempts straight upwards.(1d20+4)[24](1d20+4)[17]Note that if you get moved up 5' or more you'll be above me, and thus the ground won't be a valid target to retreat to in panicked fight: the most direct route to retreat to will be up. Bull Rush Resist:(1d20+34)[53]Bull Rush Resist 2:(1d20+34)[49](Bull Rush numbers: 8 strength -4 size +30 Shield (due to Shield Ward feat). After that, when your holy word blinds and deafens me, 9 runes on my shield glow fiercely. 9 Will saves, DC 17, please. This is an area emanation with a 60-foot range. It affects all creatures with spell casting or spell-like abilities. Each failure will result in:Spoiler Hide Loss of your highest level spell slot prepared for prepared casters, or loss of a slot, for spontaneous casters, per Symbol of Spell Loss (1d20+38)[58](1d20+38)[45](1d20+38)[39](1d20+38)[44](1d20+38)[45](1d20+38)[39](1d20+38)[47]Crusader save reroll in the case of a natural 1:(1d20+38)[39]The AOO for your retreat is made as an automatic natural 20. Power Attacking for 15. I can CRT undead due to my Greater True death Crystal. Making a crusader smite. Critical confirm:(1d20+41)[47]Non-critical damage:(1d10+58)[68]+(3d6)[6]slashing +(1d8)[1]+(1d4)[1]holy (evil undead)Critical damage:(3d10+174)[195]+(3d6)[11]slashing +(1d8)[6]+(1d4)[4]holy (evil undead)Also, suffer a targeted Dispel Magic effect (CL 5). Caster Level checks:(1d20+5)[10](1d20+5)[19](1d20+5)[14](1d20+5)[23](1d20+5)[15](1d20+5)[8](1d20+5)[12](1d20+5)[13](1d20+5)[18](1d20+5)[6]Spoiler Hide Surge of Fortune expended. Crusader Smite expended (one remains, Mighty Smiting). Switching Law Devotion from AC to attack. Readied action for Tarsus' Touch triggers. 2 failed saves = Your 2 highest level spells (or slots) are lost. I don't need the spell names, but I do need their levels. The confirmation misses. 76 total damage sustained (current FF AC: 51). And I travel down at a diagonal away, into the floor. I have no effects that would be gotten by a targeted dispel (which doesn't target or affect items). Unless you have any way of hitting me when I'm running around in the floor, take your 10 rounds while I'm turned. 8th, 7th. How much hardness and HP would you say a 5' cube of earth has? Originally Posted by Top tomcat 8th, 7th. How much hardness and HP would you say a 5' cube of earth has? I'd likely go with leather for hardness, and wood for HP, if I had to guess. That would be Hardness 2, and 10 hp/inch of thickness. So, for 5 feet? 600 HP, hardness 2. All right, then. The only mention of depth on the map is that the river's 10 ft deep, so let's call it 15 ft deep to give the river a bed. Spend 8 rounds casting further buff spells. Spend the 9th landing at A1 and casting one further buff spell. Making a jumping charge on the ground. Impossible to miss, rolling for natural 1s:(1d20)[9](1d20)[18](1d20)[12](1d20)[12]Damage (Hardness factored in):(8d8+330)[370](8d8+330)[364](8d8+330)[363](8d8+330)[369]A1-5 and A1-10 destroyed. Spoiler Hide Cast a second Crown of the Grave, Gallon's Blessing, Lore of the Gods, Ring of Blades, Entropic Shield, and Body Ward (Constitution). Use Haste SLA. Cast Righteous Might. Cast Surge of Fortune. Sophia redistributes her bonus, granting +4 to the enhancement bonus and Collision. Sophia readies an action to reestablish bonuses as Shadow Hand, Mighty Smiting, +4 enhancement bonuses when the enemy is sighted. Alias re-manifests Greater Concealing Morph on the 9th round, then readies an action on the 10th to telekinetically bull rush Jeremy out of the way of an attack. Make a jumping Pounce-charge at full Power Attack. All damage multipliers apply. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h -12r remaining. Crown of the Grave has 16h-8r remaining. Ghost Bane Weapon has 15h-10r remaining. Elf sight has 8h - 11r remaining. Gallon's Blessing has 160 - 7r minutes remaining. Lore of the Gods has 160 - 6r minutes remaining. Conviction has 150 -13r minutes remaining. Synesthete has 80 minutes-10r remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 14r minutes remaining. Entropic Shield has 16-5r minutes remaining. Body Ward (Constitution) has 16-4r minutes remaining. Ring of Blades has 16-3r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 14r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 15r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 16r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 15/16 rounds remaining. Righteous Might have 14/16 rounds remaining. Haste has 13/16 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 7/8 rounds remaining. Adept Spirit has 0/10 rounds remaining. Previous Crown of the Grave is expended. Surge of Fortune is expended. Law Devotion has 0/10 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. 2/3 Abrupt Jaunts remaining. 2/3 Quickened Telekinesis remaining. Alias' PP: 59/92 How about let's call it the same distance down as was envisioned up? 125 feet. During that time:Spoiler Hide Manifest Move to K11 (-15) *Wince* I hardly think that's fair. Entirely clearing the whole 20x20 battlefield of usable underground cover at the rate of two 5' cubes per round will take ten minutes for a 3-cube deep battlefield and *sixteen hours* for a 30-cube deep battlefield. Compromise: 25' deep? That puts time to total clearing at 100 minutes, long enough for my minutes/level buffs to expire but not long enough for my 10 minutes/level buffs to do so. Of course, Really, really hope that it doesn't matter... At any rate...oh, yeah! I have initiative, so I get the start of round 11 as well. Leap-charge and full PA to annihilate A1-15 and A1-20. Not rolling for damage, as I just realized that the spread between the highest and lowest variable results isn't enough to matter: I vaporize two 5' cubes per round if I hit. For natural ones:(1d20)[19](1d20)[16](1d20)[8](1d20)[4]Spoiler Hide Cohorts maintain readied actions. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h -13r remaining. Crown of the Grave has 16h-7r remaining. Ghost Bane Weapon has 15h-11r remaining. Elf sight has 8h - 12r remaining. Gallon's Blessing has 160 - 8r minutes remaining. Lore of the Gods has 160 - 7r minutes remaining. Conviction has 150 -14r minutes remaining. Synesthete has 80 minutes-11r remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 15r minutes remaining. Entropic Shield has 16-6r minutes remaining. Body Ward (Constitution) has 16-5r minutes remaining. Ring of Blades has 16-4r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 15r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 16r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 17r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 14/16 rounds remaining. Righteous Might have 13/16 rounds remaining. Haste has 12/16 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 6/8 rounds remaining. Adept Spirit has 0/10 rounds remaining. Previous Crown of the Grave is expended. Surge of Fortune is expended. Law Devotion has 0/10 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. 2/3 Abrupt Jaunts remaining. 2/3 Quickened Telekinesis remaining. Alias' PP: 59/92 So your compromise between 3 squares and my 25 square proposal is.... 5 squares? I will go 5 squares, heck, even 3, with one caveat: Just as a broken sword is left in pieces with the same original weight and mass as the sword, so is broken earth. In other words, you're not disintegrating or vaporizing squares. You're rubbing them. Which will mean that using melee attacks won't effectively work for tunneling, without some Profession (Miner) checks. The compromise was 'closer' to mine than yours because each increase has a huge effect on the amount of time it takes to clear the field, since the depth is being multiplied by the arena's breadth and length. Regardless, forget it: you can run forever if that's what you wish. This is the kind of weird corner-case tactic that really needs a GM around to adjudicate, and there's no fair way to do it without one around. It's your turn. I'm not going to run forever. Not even that long. I'm just making the point that a sword isn't a disintegration beam. To be specific, I'm going to be moving and positioning for another few rounds... I could wait out the ghost trap (told you I figured out what it was), but I can work my magic ok. Take 7 rounds. Spoiler Hide On last round in the ground, I'll activate divine shield All right, then. Whenever you're ready. Spoiler Hide Sophia: Reallocate bonuses to Shadow Hand, Mighty Smiting, +4 enhancement bonuses. Ready action to activate Focal or's Lightning on any valid target within range. Jeremy: Cast Divine Retribution. Cast Dancing Lights in the shape of 'THIS IS GETTING TIRESOME', then dismiss (arcane spell failure chance 25%, 76-00 fails): (1d100)[56] Fly to K10 +10, and...damn, I've completely lost track of my Crusader maneuvers, and I'm not about to roll 'em for every single round of this long-ass combat. Rolling for them as if in a new encounter: (1d7)[4] (1d6)[6] (1d5)[4] (1d4)[4]. Take a readied action that's dependent on what maneuvers I get. Edit: Strength Draining Strike, Stone Vise, Stalker in the Night, One with Shadow. Simple readied melee attack. Alias: Replenish Greater Concealing Morph when it goes away, then reestablish readied action. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h -20r remaining. Crown of the Grave has 16h-14r remaining. Ghost Bane Weapon has 15h-18r remaining. Elf sight has 8h - 19r remaining. Gallon's Blessing has 160 - 15r minutes remaining. Lore of the Gods has 160 - 14r minutes remaining. Conviction has 150 -21r minutes remaining. Divine Retribution has 150-2r minutes remaining. Synesthete has 80 minutes-18r remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 22r minutes remaining. Entropic Shield has 16-13r minutes remaining. Body Ward (Constitution) has 16-12r minutes remaining. Ring of Blades has 16-11r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 22r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 23r minutes remaining. Ghost Trap has 15 minutes - 24r remaining. Surge of Fortune has 7/16 rounds remaining. Righteous Might have 6/16 rounds remaining. Haste has 5/16 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 7/8 rounds remaining. Adept Spirit has 0/10 rounds remaining. Previous Crown of the Grave is expended. Previous Surge of Fortune is expended. Law Devotion has 0/10 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. 2/3 Abrupt Jaunts remaining. 2/3 Quickened Telekinesis remaining. Alias' PP: 54/92 Become visible as I exit H13 (+30), coming out of the tree. Where are you? K10 plus 10. Visible effects? The same blur. Ok, I'll go back into the tree. If it's the same blur as before, you're having to burn PP to keep it up. I'll be out again in a minute. In unit count 10 of Round 3, a blurred outline flickers briefly in and out of existence in the Ethereal: where are you then? Still in the tree? Spoiler Hide Round 1: Dismiss Ghost Trap (standard). Alias: Repossess Jeremy. Sophia: Change a +2 of the bonus to Love Metallize, change material to Riverine. Round 2: Alias: Ready an action to manifest immediately before his Round 3 action. Logos: Switch pluses to Twilight. Jeremy: Cast True Strike. Round 3: Jeremy: Delay. Alias: Manifest (readied standard) Determine Betty's position. Manifest (standard). Inform Jeremy of Betty's location. Sophia: Switch pluses back. Detect Remote Viewing has 24h -23r remaining. Crown of the Grave has 16h-17r remaining. Ghost Bane Weapon has 15h-21r remaining. Elf sight has 8h - 22r remaining. Gallon's Blessing has 160 - 18r minutes remaining. Lore of the Gods has 160 - 17r minutes remaining. Conviction has 150 -24r minutes remaining. Synesthete has 80 minutes-21r remaining. Psionic Keen Edge has 80 - 25r minutes remaining. Entropic Shield has 16-16r minutes remaining. Body Ward (Constitution) has 16-15r minutes remaining. Ring of Blades has 16-14r minutes remaining. True Seeing has 15 - 25r minutes remaining. Life's Grace has 15 - 26r minutes remaining. Surge of Fortune has 4/16 rounds remaining. Righteous Might have 3/16 rounds remaining. Haste has 2/16 rounds remaining. Greater Concealing Morph has 4/8 rounds remaining. Ghost Trap has been prematurely dismissed. Adept Spirit has 0/10 rounds remaining. Previous Crown of the Grave is expended. Previous Surge of Fortune is expended. Law Devotion has 0/10 rounds remaining. HP 186/162. 2/3 Abrupt Jaunts remaining. 2/3 Quickened Telekinesis remaining. Alias' PP: 54/92 Objects in the material plane still block LOS in the ethereal. But they aren't still tangible, while other ethereal things are. Touch sight 70', remember. Ah. In that case, no, he's back in the floor at round 3. I've opted for a policy of never being where you last saw me. Currently, R10 (-15). Jeremy kicks off of the tree behind him, carefully counts out a few paces, then leaps high into the air: just as he's about to hit the ground his outline blurs as he becomes incorporeal, and he swings his halberd straight through the ground, striking repeatedly at something unseen below his feet.(Hold on for the roll math: need some preliminary rolls.) Spoiler Hide Current ground speed is 60 feet: target is within jumping charge range. Making a leaping charge. All Crusader maneuvers have been granted: make a running jump and activate One With Shadow before hitting the ground, blindly striking at Betty Rubble in R10-15 in corporeally through the ground-currently Large and wielding a reach weapon, so reach is 20 feet. Using Knowledge Devotion, using Collector of Stories skill trick: Lore of the Gods adds +5 insight. (1d20+28)[47] Also, forgot to roll for arcane spell failure for True Strike last round. 76–00 fails: (1d100)[74] Make a running jump and activate One With Shadow before hitting the ground, blindly striking at Betty Rubble in R10-15 in corporeally through the ground-currently Large and wielding a reach weapon, so reach is 20 feet. Miss chance from blindly attacking a square for an unseen opponent obviated by True Strike for first attack only. Expending Surge of Fortune to treat the first attack roll as a natural 20. The halberd, being Riverine, is a force effect, and as such strikes on the Ethereal. Taking an AC penalty rather than an attack penalty for -15 Power Attack (Shock Trooper). All Power Attack and charge damage multipliers apply except for Shock Trooper round-after-a-charge multiplier. Can CRT undead opponents (augment crystal). First attack is Crusader smite (second /day smite from Mighty Smiting). First attack automatically hits (Surge of Fortune.) First attack CRT confirm:(1d20+72)[89]First attack conceit damage:(8d8+364)[410]+(3d6)[9]slashing +(1d8)[2]holy+(1d4)[3]holy First attack CRT damage:(12d8+546)[606]+(3d6)[9]slashing +(1d8)[3]holy+(1d4)[3]holy Second attack:(1d20+57)[58]Second attack miss chance (51–00 misses):(1d100)[70]Second attack damage:(8d8+332)[357]+(3d6)[5]slashing +(1d8)[6]holy+(1d4)[2]holy Third attack:(1d20+52)[53]Third attack miss chance (51–00 misses):(1d100)[79]Third attack damage:(8d8+332)[368]+(3d6)[13]slashing +(1d8)[3]holy+(1d4)[4]holy Fourth attack:(1d20+47)[53]Fourth attack miss chance (51–00 misses):(1d100)[29]Fourth attack damage:(8d8+332)[368]+(3d6)[12]slashing +(1d8)[2]holy+(1d4)[4]holy Spoiler Hide My math follows: Attack: +2 charge +15 BAD +9 STR (Righteous Might) +20 insight (True Strike: first confirm only) +5 insight (Knowledge Devotion: subsequent attacks only) +12 (Crusader smite: first confirm only) +9 Sophia/Bane/BMW-boosted enhancement +1 Weapon Focus +1 morale +1 Haste +3 luck +3 aptitude weapon -1 size (Righteous Might) =+72 confirm/57 second attack/52/47/42 Damage: 2d8 base damage (Righteous Might) +45 Power Attack (2HW bonus, Leap Attack) +20 STR (Righteous Might, Gallon Arms used to augment Strength bonus) +8 (Crusader smite: first attack only) +9 (Sophia/Bane/BMW-boosted enhancement) +3 luck +1 (Glory born) +5 insight (Knowledge Devotion) x4 normal damage (charge) x6 CRT damage (charge-CRT) 19-20/x3 CRT (Psionic Keen Edge) +1d6 (augment crystal) +2d6 (bane) +1d8 +1d4 holy (vs. evil outsider) +1 attack (Haste) =8d8+364+3d6+1d8 holy+1d4 holy conceit first attack 12d8+546+1d8 holy+1d4 holy CRT first attack 8d8+332+1d8 holy+1d4 holy conceit other attacks 12d8+498+1d8 holy+1d4 holy CRT other attacks To use shock trooper, you must charge. To charge, you must have Line of Sight to the target at the start of your turn. You did not. Therefore, your charge attack is an illegal action. How irritating. Very well: change the action to walking above R10, activating One with Shadow and making a single attack with Foe hammer to R10-15. No Power Attack. Attack: Natural 20Crit Confirm:(1d20+55)[70]Normal damage:(2d8+75)[81]+(5d6)[17]slashing+(1d8)[4]+(1d4)[1]holy, bypasses Deceit damage:(6d8+225)[251]+(5d6)[22]slashing+(1d8)[2]+(1d4)[4]holy, bypasses DR Fails to confirm. In addition, incorporeal things must remain next to an object's exterior, and thus, cannot go more than 5 feet into the ground. Turn is over. Are you dead? I remembered your HP being in the very low triple digits without significant healing capabilities, and by my count you've taken 187 damage thus far. Edit: And that rule is for incorporeal *creatures*, not their reach weapons. Nope. Not dead. Fast healing 30. Free: Supernatural. Move Adjacent. Standard: Attack from concealment. If you don't react to the attack:Spoiler Hide Attack:(1d20+70)[71] Concealment chance (if you happen to still have total concealment): (1d100)[58] (per rules, 1-50 misses) Damage: (1d6+31)[37] If this hits, make a DC 39 fort save. The attack hits home. As it does so, make a DC 24 Will save at a -2 penalties. On a success, take half damage.(15d6)[55], half divine, half cold. Is the attack requiring a Fortitude save an inhaled poison, a poison of any sort, a spell or spell-like ability, a death spell or effect, an acid, cold, electricity, petrification, or fire effect, a natural weapon, energy drain, a negative energy effect, or an undead special attack that deals ability damage, ability drain, or magical disease? Will:(1d20+31)[46]with Mettle (negate any will partial or will half on a successful save. And no. It is none of those things. Also, while within 10 feet of me, you also have a -2 penalty to saves. And while adjacent to me, you have a -2 penalty to saves, attack rolls and skill checks. Fortitude save:(1d20+28)[29] Ignore all of that. I just looked at my attack roll (1). That misses, always. Go ahead, your turn.

ToDE Arena Madness_ Jeremy Dodd v. Betty Rubble (no, not that one, the other one)|rating:2.0

Death and the Compass (IC)

"Reality is not always probable, or likely."-Jorge Luis Borges You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, on an incredibly uncomfortable bed in a seemingly empty hotel room. Every inch exudes mediocrity and bland style. The only reason why it being a hotel room is clear is the little pamphlet lying on the bedside table. It reads, on poorly typed letters, "Hotel de Nord". Upon further examination of your surroundings, you discover that the nearby closet is opened and filled to the brim with books: a Vindication of the Kabbalah, a review of the philosophy of Robert Flood, a literal translation of Refer Yetzirah, a Biography of the Baal She, a History of the sect of the Hasidim, a monograph (in German) on the Tetragrammaton, and another on the divine nomenclature of the Pentateuch. Rabbinic literature. On the floor, right beside a nearby corner, there is a copy of a newspaper. Yiddish Dating. Despite most of it being in Yiddish, there is one little message on the front page, in the bottom right corner, written in perfect English. Prepare your mind for the gruesome picture you will find ahead, once you turn over the corner. It is of the utmost importance that you preserve your focus and do not waste a single instant. There is nothing you can do for Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky. Focus on your own well-being. Yours faithfully, BorgesAs you turn the corner you find, just like the newspaper told you, a disturbing sight. An elderly man, clearly a rabbi, of white beard and gray eyes, lies on his back near the door that apparently leads out of the room and into the hotel's corridors. Half his face is obscured, but what can be seen of it shows an expression filled with pain and panic. This rabbi is dead. His chest has been cut open by a powerful stab, giving you a perfect view of his blood soaked heart. When you finally decide to move on, you discover that the door is locked. On the wall, parallel to the doorknob, there is an electronic device and a note written in thick paper with a skilled pen." Behind you, on the other side of this room, there is a desk with a typewriter on it. In that typewriter you will find the only clue I'll provide you. The device before you requires that you type in a four-letter password to open the door. This room has countless resources for you to find the password. From the very moment you wake up, you will have ten minutes to discover it. If you fail to find the password on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." Just as the note said, there is a typewriter on a nearby desk and, in it, there is a single, mostly blank sheet of paper. On it, the following words are written:"The first letter of His name has been uttered." You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, sitting on a luxurious, apparently ancient and excruciatingly uncomfortable chair of red velvet and mahogany, in a small, cluttered drawing room. The room's walls filled with pictures of a beautiful woman in her middle thirties.Besides you there is a tall coffee table. A small, elegantly written note lies on it. Across it, there is another chair, exactly like your own. On it rests a massive object, the size of an overweight man, completely covered by a large white tablecloth. The note says the following:"Prepare for the most troubling sight imaginable. I need you to keep your mind clear and focused for the task at hand. You cannot help Charles Argentine Danger. The only one that you can assist right now is yourself. Yours faithfully, Borges"When you remove the tablecloth, you find yourself face to face with a sitting corpse. Pink-faced, overweight, gray-haired and fine-featured, the man's hands have been cut off. The half-empty glass of wine beside him implies that he died after drinking poisoned cognac, the limbs removed post-mortem. Across you, on the other side of the narrow room, on top of another coffee table, rests a ancient gramophone, apparently from the late twenties. It is perfect conditions, its golden metallic horn glistening in the faint artificial light. When you decide to try turning it on, it surprisingly works, and a record begins to play, the entire room filled with the sound of a distorted voice. Its words are comprehensible, but it is impossible to distinguish the speaker's age or gender." The pictures in this room are photographs of a lovely woman called Beatriz Viterbo. Each picture speaks of each important moment in her sadly shortened life... Beatriz Viterbo in profile and in full color; Beatriz wearing a mask, during the Carnival of 1921; Beatriz at her First Communion; Beatriz on the day of her wedding to Roberto Alessandri; Beatriz soon after her divorce, at a luncheon at the Turf Club; Beatriz at a seaside resort in Quizzes with Delia San Marco Parcel and Charles Argentine Danger; Beatriz with the Pekingese lapdog given to her by Villegas Had; Beatriz, front and three-quarter views, smiling, hand on her chin... These pictures are the key to your freedom from the place you are in. The only door out is locked, but there is a device beside the door, which shall unlock it if you pass a card through the card reader. The key card is inside one of the pictures. To find the card, you will have to burn the correct picture. There is a single match on the table beside you to do so. Now, you may be wondering...how will you know which is the correct picture? Well, I shall give you a single clue: the picture was spontaneously taken, yet she looked perfect and happier than ever. I must warn you... From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes. If you fail to find and use the real key on time, you will spend an eternity in this room. And if you use the wrong key card from the wrong picture, the door will only lead you to further torments.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Charles Argentine Danger could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, on the floor of what must be a cellar. It's dark, and the air is moist, but you can see that there is a single sparkle of light far away, from which you can hear the most subtle plethora of sounds. When you listen to it, it sounds like an entire world exists in that little ball of light. As you walk up to it, you find a finely handwritten note on the dirty floor, which is possible to read thanks to the light coming from the mysterious object in front of you." Prepare for the most troubling sight imaginable. I need you to keep your mind clear and focused for the task at hand. You cannot help Charles Argentine Danger. The only one that you can assist right now is yourself. Yours faithfully, Borges"As you take a few more steps forwards, you are greeted by the sight of a corpse lying on its back. Pink-faced, overweight, gray-haired and fine-featured, the man's eyes have been brutally removed. A red stain on the floor implies that he was stabbed in the back. Eventually, you keep walking, and find a third surprise in your long travel towards the alluring light: an ancient gramophone, apparently from the late twenties. Its metallic parts are rusty, and the wooden parts are either rotting or being slowly devoured by termites. When you decide to try turning it on, it surprisingly works, and a record begins to play, the entire cellar filled with the sound of a distorted voice. Its words are comprehensible, but it is impossible to distinguish the speaker's age or gender." Before you, you will find a very special object. It's called an Clef. With it, you will be able to find your way out of this cellar. By looking through the Clef, you will be able to see every single inch and angle of the cellar at the same time, without distortion, overlapping or confusion. You shall find that there are several keys hidden in here. Only one, however, will open the door that will free you from this place. All other keys will only lead you to further torments. So as to make your task easier, allow me to provide you one single clue: the Clef is also the first letter in the Hebrew alphabet, and every key has a Hebrew symbol on it. From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes. If you fail to find and use the real key on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Charles Argentine Danger could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." I feel sore, the rather uncomfortable bed not making me feel any better as I realize my hands are covered in dry blood. I quickly check myself out, making sure I don't have any injuries before I get up. Furthermore, I examine the books, before turning my attention to the Yiddish newspaper, and reading the small section in English. "Hmm... Who's Dr. Marcel Armor-" I say before turning the corner, and finding who I presume to be Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky. I stumble backwards, away from the dead Rabbi. I then decide to move on, discovering the door is locked. Furthermore, I quickly read it, and run over to the typewriter, frantically opening it up and grabbing the note. "The first letter of His name has been uttered." Fuck, I think to myself, What could that possibly mean? I go back to the books, and open UPA History of the sect of the Hasidim. "Might as well start with this one... By the title, I'm guessing it could be religious... Not sure which religion though..." I say as I flip through the book... "Oh! A sect of Orthodox Judaism promoting spirituality and joy... Okay... So, we have a dead rabbi, and a book about this. I'm guessing that he was part of this sect..." I then grab Biography of the Baal She. "Perhaps this could contain something useful." I toss it, and pick up themonography (in German) on the Tetragrammaton. "Dammit, it's in German... Well, perhaps it may still contain something useful..." I read through it, coming across an explanation of the Tetragrammation, the ancient Hebrew theonym YHWH. "Wait... four letters..." I say, quickly slamming the book down before I type in the typewriter "YHWH". Edited post accordingly I immediately look down at my hands once more, blinking several times to make sure that this was not an illusion and was indeed reality rather than fantasy. My mid-section of my back and upper neck feel stiff and sore, indicating that I must have been sat down for a prolonged time. I take a swallow from my dry, parched throat as my eyes began to cast at the photographs of the named woman, Beatriz Viterbo. I first look towards her wedding picture, a posed one, with her husband, quickly discarding it as the photo was clearly staged. Furthermore, I move to another picture - the one of Viterbo wearing a mask at some carnival. "Her face is hidden..." I say to myself, believing that she could not have been happy due to her hidden face, therefore excluding any facial expressions which signify happiness. Moving over to her first Holy Communion I quickly ignore the possibility of it being the picture which the narrator referred to. Moving across the pictures, I spot the picture of Viterbo at the luncheon shortly after her divorce, looking somewhat liberated and happy, yet unaware that the photograph was being taken." Could it be..." I mutter to myself, leaning closer to inspect the photograph. I clasp my blood-stained hands around the photograph's frame, lifting off its holder and analyzing it more closely before walking with it back and forth in front of the other photos across the room's walls, taking the ultimate decision to pick the photograph in my hands as my final choice. With the picture in my hands, I walk over to the table with the single match and place the photograph on the ground in the center of the room, inhaling sharply before deciding to light the match and toss it on top of the picture, the frame beginning to burn and heating up the glass, and cracking it as he heated, eventually smashing. Using my heeled shoes, I stomp onto the photograph and frame, patting out the small fire which had begun. Smoke smoldered off the burn't frame, which had turned from a dark wooden brown to a crispy black. I squat in front of the picture, pulling out the photograph from the frame and picking up the card which lay behind it on the back of the frame. I pick it up, rising as I stare at the card, wondering -hoping- it was the right card. Hesitantly, my feet began to move towards the door, taking single steps at a time. Looking down at the card, I tried to find some distinct markings on it, but no avail. I reached the door, taking in a lungful of air before extending my hand towards the door's device. "Fine, I'll play your games." I whisper, forcing the card into the device and waiting for my destiny to be decided. You wake up on the floor of a balcony, the moonlight bathing your face with its soft light. Your hands are stained with dried blood. With further inspection, you realize that you are in a massive country estate. Far away, you can see the sparkling silhouette of a city. Between you and that seemingly large metropolis, an endless wasteland stretches before you. As you turn your face, you find yourself in the presence of the corpse of a middle-aged man lying on its stomach. A pool of blood is bellow the darkened head. On closer inspection, you find that the blood comes from a massive bullet-wound on the man's forehead. Beside the body, you find a note written by a very skilled pen." You cannot help detective Erik Control. The only one you can help is yourself. You are currently in the Trieste-le-Roy residence. On this balcony, Erik Control realized two things:-First, that some things are not complex, nor do they have deeper meanings. Looking for the final piece of someone else's puzzle lacks any guarantee that said piece exists.-Second, that a labyrinth need not have countless forking paths for it to be impossible to surpass. One only needs to apply Zeno's Paradox. But I'm merely rambling. The quid of this matter is this: From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes to leave that balcony. If you fail to leave the balcony on time, you will spend an eternity in it. The door out of the balcony is locked, and there is no way you will be able to open it within the ten minutes I have provided to you. There is, however, an electronic device beside the door. However, there is a way out... If you look down the edge of the balcony, you'll see that it is a rather significant fall, most certainly deadly. That's your way out. Jump and kill yourself. If you do as I say, in your next incarnation you will find that the electronic device has unlocked the door, and ready for you to walk through it and into a new, more simple labyrinth.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Erik Control could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." You wake up on the floor of a balcony, the moonlight bathing your face with its soft light. Your hands are stained with dried blood. With further inspection, you realize that you are in a massive country estate. Far away, you can see the sparkling silhouette of a city. Between you and that seemingly large metropolis, an endless wasteland stretches before you. As you turn your face, you find yourself in the presence of the corpse of a middle-aged man lying on its stomach. A pool of blood is bellow the darkened head. On closer inspection, you find that the blood comes from a massive bullet-wound on the man's forehead. Beside the body, you find a note written by a very skilled pen." You cannot help detective Erik Control. The only one you can help is yourself. You are currently in the Trieste-le-Roy residence. On this balcony, Erik Control realized two things:-First, that some things are not complex, nor do they have deeper meanings. Looking for the final piece of someone else's puzzle lacks any guarantee that said piece exists.-Second, that a labyrinth need not have countless forking paths for it to be impossible to surpass. One only needs to apply Zeno's Paradox. But I'm merely rambling. The quid of this matter is this: From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes to leave that Trieste-le-Roy. If you fail to leave the residence on time, you will spend an eternity in it. The door out of the balcony is open, but as soon as you step through it, you will be entering a complex labyrinth of twenty-six rooms and fifteen corridors that ends in a closed door. To find your way the door, the only clue I can give you is this: follow the compass in your pocket. The door at the end of this labyrinth is locked. But an electronic device rests beside it, one which will unlock it, provided you fulfill one certain condition: you must type God's name on it. For further clues on that, check the three pieces of paper in Erik Control's pocket. In their proper order, the papers spell Y, H and W. That is the password for the door, but it is unfinished. It requires one final letter. You are an intelligent, cultured individual, so I am certain you will find the answer in time. Be warned, however, that you only have one opportunity.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Erik Control could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." You wake up with your hands covered in dried blood, sitting on a wooden bench facing the Charles River. A few hundred yards to your right you can see a tall building while gray water hauls large pieces of ice through its stream. On your lap you find a handwritten note." Prepare yourself for the sight to your left. I need your mind to be focused for the task at hand. There is nothing you can do for the Sarah Shepard beside you. The only one you can help right now is yourself." When you turn to your left, you are met by the gruesome sight of an older version of yourself, her eyes wide and full of fear, her lips slightly parted and filled to the brim with...paper. You cast your eyes back to the note on your lap." If you are wondering, the cause of Sarah Shepard's death was suffocation. That is what happen when someone forces a total of one hundred sheets of paper down your throat. But, as I said before, you must not linger for too long on her. Just have more important things to focus on. Namely, escaping the invisible prison you are in. Reality is not always probable or likely. The scenery before you is not necessarily real, let alone as open as you may think. What you must do is easy: there is a compass in your pocket. You must follow its arrow. PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Sarah Shepard could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." The instructions are deceptively simple, but you have no choice but to follow. Alex shook. "STOP PLAYING FUCKING GAMES, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Alex hyperventilated, before puking. The dead man.he must have killed him; note the blood on his hand. Steeling himself, he said, "Who the hell are you, you twisted, sick son of a bitch!?" As he looked at the detective, he realized he was surely dead. Cursing, he looked over the balcony. Running as fast as he could, he slammed into the wall; he heard a crack as his shoulder broke. He broke down, crying. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, I SAID!? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Alex knew this fucker wouldn't answer. "You... WHY FUCKING ME!?" he said as he leaped off the balcony. Those of you who got these numbers: I am going to re-use the plots of other, previous numbers. This can be explained by the fact that time is irregular (and tending to circular) and universes overlap in the world of this RP. Also: number 8, you will meet up with 4 and 5 in the middle of the labyrinth. You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, on the floor of what must be a cellar. It's dark, and the air is moist, but you can see that there is a single sparkle of light far away, from which you can hear the most subtle plethora of sounds. When you listen to it, it sounds like an entire world exists in that little ball of light. As you walk up to it, you find a finely handwritten note on the dirty floor, which is possible to read thanks to the light coming from the mysterious object in front of you." Prepare for the most troubling sight imaginable. I need you to keep your mind clear and focused for the task at hand. You cannot help Charles Argentine Danger. The only one that you can assist right now is yourself. Yours faithfully, Borges"As you take a few more steps forwards, you are greeted by the sight of a corpse lying on its back. Pink-faced, overweight, gray-haired and fine-featured, the man's eyes have been brutally removed. A red stain on the floor implies that he was stabbed in the back. Eventually, you keep walking, and find a third surprise in your long travel towards the alluring light: an ancient gramophone, apparently from the late twenties. Its metallic parts are rusty, and the wooden parts are either rotting or being slowly devoured by termites. When you decide to try turning it on, it surprisingly works, and a record begins to play, the entire cellar filled with the sound of a distorted voice. Its words are comprehensible, but it is impossible to distinguish the speaker's age or gender." Before you, you will find a very special object. It's called an Clef. With it, you will be able to find your way out of this cellar. By looking through the Clef, you will be able to see every single inch and angle of the cellar at the same time, without distortion, overlapping or confusion. You shall find that there are several keys hidden in here. Only one, however, will open the door that will free you from this place. All other keys will only lead you to further torments. So as to make your task easier, allow me to provide you one single clue: the Clef is also the first letter in the Hebrew alphabet, and every key has a Hebrew symbol on it. From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes. If you fail to find and use the real key on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Charles Argentine Danger could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit. You wake up on the floor of a balcony, the moonlight bathing your face with its soft light. Your hands are stained with dried blood. With further inspection, you realize that you are in a massive country estate. Far away, you can see the sparkling silhouette of a city. Between you and that seemingly large metropolis, an endless wasteland stretches before you. As you turn your face, you find yourself in the presence of the corpse of a middle-aged man lying on its stomach. A pool of blood is bellow the darkened head. On closer inspection, you find that the blood comes from a massive bullet-wound on the man's forehead. Beside the body, you find a note written by a very skilled pen." You cannot help detective Erik Control. The only one you can help is yourself. You are currently in the Trieste-le-Roy residence. On this balcony, Erik Control realized two things:-First, that some things are not complex, nor do they have deeper meanings. Looking for the final piece of someone else's puzzle lacks any guarantee that said piece exists.-Second, that a labyrinth need not have countless forking paths for it to be impossible to surpass. One only needs to apply Zeno's Paradox. But I'm merely rambling. The quid of this matter is this: From the moment you wake up, you have ten minutes to leave that Trieste-le-Roy. If you fail to leave the residence on time, you will spend an eternity in it. The door out of the balcony is open, but as soon as you step through it, you will be entering a complex labyrinth of twenty-six rooms and fifteen corridors that ends in a closed door. To find your way the door, the only clue I can give you is this: follow the compass in your pocket. The door at the end of this labyrinth is locked. But an electronic device rests beside it, one which will unlock it, provided you fulfill one certain condition: you must type God's name on it. For further clues on that, check the three pieces of paper in Erik Control's pocket. In their proper order, the papers spell Y, H and W. That is the password for the door, but it is unfinished. It requires one final letter. You are an intelligent, cultured individual, so I am certain you will find the answer in time. Be warned, however, that you only have one opportunity.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Erik Control could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." You wake up, with your hands covered in dried blood, on an incredibly uncomfortable bed in a seemingly empty hotel room. Every inch exudes mediocrity and bland style. The only reason why it being a hotel room is clear is the little pamphlet lying on the bedside table. It reads, on poorly typed letters, "Hotel de Nord". Upon further examination of your surroundings, you discover that the nearby closet is opened and filled to the brim with books: a Vindication of the Kabbalah, a review of the philosophy of Robert Flood, a literal translation of Refer Yetzirah, a Biography of the Baal She, a History of the sect of the Hasidim, a monograph (in German) on the Tetragrammaton, and another on the divine nomenclature of the Pentateuch. Rabbinic literature. On the floor, right beside a nearby corner, there is a copy of a newspaper. Yiddish Dating. Despite most of it being in Yiddish, there is one little message on the front page, in the bottom right corner, written in perfect English. Prepare your mind for the gruesome picture you will find ahead, once you turn over the corner. It is of the utmost importance that you preserve your focus and do not waste a single instant. There is nothing you can do for Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky. Focus on your own well-being. Yours faithfully, BorgesAs you turn the corner you find, just like the newspaper told you, a disturbing sight. An elderly man, clearly a rabbi, of white beard and gray eyes, lies on his back near the door that apparently leads out of the room and into the hotel's corridors. Half his face is obscured, but what can be seen of it shows an expression filled with pain and panic. This rabbi is dead. His chest has been cut open by a powerful stab, giving you a perfect view of his blood soaked heart. When you finally decide to move on, you discover that the door is locked. On the wall, parallel to the doorknob, there is an electronic device and a note written in thick paper with a skilled pen." Behind you, on the other side of this room, there is a desk with a typewriter on it. In that typewriter you will find the only clue I'll provide you. The device before you requires that you type in a four-letter password to open the door. This room has countless resources for you to find the password. From the very moment you wake up, you will have ten minutes to discover it. If you fail to find the password on time, you will spend an eternity in this room.PS: Beware, for time is not linear in this place, nor is space definitive. Events can repeat themselves ad infinitum, and universes can overlap. What you did to Dr. Marcel Yarmolinsky could be done to you as well, and most likely by the same culprit." Just as the note said, there is a typewriter on a nearby desk and, in it, there is a single, mostly blank sheet of paper. On it, the following words are written:"The first letter of His name has been uttered." Shady wrote:Alex shook. "STOP PLAYING FUCKING GAMES, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Alex hyperventilated, before puking. The dead man.he must have killed him; note the blood on his hand. Steeling himself, he said, "Who the hell are you, you twisted, sick son of a bitch!?" As he looked at the detective, he realized he was surely dead. Cursing, he looked over the balcony. Running as fast as he could, he slammed into the wall; he heard a crack as his shoulder broke. He broke down, crying. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, I SAID!? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Alex knew this fucker wouldn't answer. "You... WHY FUCKING ME!?" he said as he leaped off the balcony. Just as if it had all been a dream, Alex woke up once again on the balcony's floor, beside the corpse of the detective. There were no wounds on Alex's body to show what he had just gone through. In the end, it might as well have been a horrible dream. That hypothesis was obliterated when you found the same note from whoever was behind your appearance in this place. As you explored your already familiar surroundings you found that, just as promised, the door that would lead you out of the balcony was unlocked. Irina wrote:Shady wrote:Alex shook. "STOP PLAYING FUCKING GAMES, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Alex hyperventilated, before puking. The dead man.he must have killed him; note the blood on his hand. Steeling himself, he said, "Who the hell are you, you twisted, sick son of a bitch!?" As he looked at the detective, he realized he was surely dead. Cursing, he looked over the balcony. Running as fast as he could, he slammed into the wall; he heard a crack as his shoulder broke. He broke down, crying. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, I SAID!? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Alex knew this fucker wouldn't answer. "You... WHY FUCKING ME!?" he said as he leaped off the balcony. Just as if it had all been a dream, Alex woke up once again on the balcony's floor, beside the corpse of the detective. There were no wounds on Alex's body to show what he had just gone through. In the end, it might as well have been a horrible dream. That hypothesis was obliterated when you found the same note from whoever was behind your appearance in this place. As you explored your already familiar surroundings you found that, just as promised, the door that would lead you out of the balcony was unlocked. Crying, Alex stepped through the door. Shaking, he stopped sobbing and just walked on blindly. Wasn't much room to post. Anyone want to meet up? Shady wrote:Crying, Alex stepped through the door. Shaking, he stopped sobbing and just walked on blindly.Lt;Rocket; Wasn't much room to post. Anyone want to meet up? The only one who might meet up with you should be, at some point, number 5. But he/she hasn't posted yet. Irina wrote:Shady wrote:Crying, Alex stepped through the door. Shaking, he stopped sobbing and just walked on blindly.Lt;Rocket; Wasn't much room to post. Anyone want to meet up? The only one who might meet up with you should be, at some point, number 5. But he/she hasn't posted yet. The rest of us won't meet up? *Cries* Shady wrote:The rest of us won't meet up? *Cries*Actually, you will. But not yet. Sarah looked at her dead body with distaste, but in her heart there was fear, suffocation was number five on her mental list of most feared deaths, below drowning, being eaten alive by carnivorous insects, being burned to death, and getting skinned. She bit her index finger until blood was drawn, hoping she was just hallucinating, when nothing happened she tried to disbelieve her surroundings like a mage in one of her books, when that also yielded no results she realized she had no choice. She crumbled up the note in her fist, throwing it into the river. Why me?she thought with a sigh, shuddering from the cold as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the compass. She watched the spinning arrow as it settled on one direction and began following it without looking up to see where she was going. Ok, so this wasn't the first time that Daniel had seen a dead person. It wasn't the first time he had seen a dead person with a massive gunshot wound to the head either. Well, truth be told, Daniel was lying to himself, the current state of his country meant that every single tabloid had very graphic pictures in the first page every few days. Still, for a kid in his late teens, he showed remarkable cool-headdress when examining the body and reading the unsigned note left to him by whomever had kidnapped him. Or this could just be a dream... Daniel told himself. He then looked over his shoulder and saw the almost fantastical-looking land in between himself and the city. Right, a dream. Daniel was an inquisitive person, so the first thing he did was pull out his cellphone from his pocket and look up Zeno's Paradox." No signal," he said to himself. "Great." Daniel reread the letter quickly before shoving it into one of his jean pockets and opening the balcony door. He expected to face some fancily adorned room the moment he stepped out, but that was not the case. Instead, he found himself staring at a well-lit hallway that stretched for a couple dozen meters before stopping abruptly and then going to the right and left. Daniel pulled out his phone to check the time and started down the hall at a brisk pace.YAW, he thought to himself. He smiled as he walked, that was truly an easy one, born to a Catholic family he had been enrolled in a religious school. Luckily for him, they thought that the Old Testament was important too. Yhwh, or Yahweh is the old Hebrew name for God. Something about not being able to pronounce it and removing the vowels... Daniel stopped right when the hallway separated into two different directions and pulled out the compass from his pocket. It was pointing to his right, so that's the way he went. When he came up to a large chamber with several different doors, the compass magically changed the direction it was pointing at. Well, maybe not magically, but who knows. Daniel followed his only lead and entered another corridor. Doesn't seem too hard, Daniel thought to himself. Then again, complex doesn't always mean hard and simple doesn't always mean easy. It was somewhere along the fourth or fifth corridor that Daniel started sweating, he was going to be late and would be trapped in here for eternity. Or until he woke up. Something told him that this wasn't a dream, it was too...real. After what seemed like half an hour he pulled out his phone and checked the time. To his pleasant surprise, only three minutes had passed since he had started off. He made sure that his phone wasn't broken by tapping around some commands. After he was satisfied that it was working properly he checked his chronometer. It seemed to go awfully slow. Time isn't linear... With that realization Daniel started at a steady jog, hoping that the minutes would tick by slowly and not suddenly flash by at murderous speed. Vasiliy scoffed, most definitely not surprised he had killed someone. He had thought of it many times, he had even acted upon it once or twice - although, they were all animals; he hadn't gotten around to acquiring any human victims, until now - and yet, he still felt as though a tiny part of him had been lost. This man, Zemlinsky, was a Jewish Rabbi. His mother was a Jew, and had even taught him some Yiddish in his youth; he had all but forgotten it now. Judging from his last name, he was also Russian, and Vasiliy felt as though he had betrayed his mother by murdering him so senselessly. No matter. He would pay his dues later. Currently, he needed to focus on leaving this room. He flipped through the literature scattered about, having a faint idea of the answer to this riddle. The name of the Jewish version of God was YHWH, correct? Perhaps that was indeed the key... Without further ado, Vasiliy stood - taking the Yiddish newspaper with him for entertainment - and walked across the room to enter the simple four-digit name into the device. "Let's see," he said, trying to remember how to spell it. "Y-H-W-H-, right?" my year of philosophy at the university is finally paying off, I see Daphne rubbed her eyes and wondered why she was lying on a cold stone floor. She pulled back when she saw the silhouette of a person on the floor near her. She cautiously raised her self to a crouch and held still as she attempted to see if the man's (as it was a man) chest was moving. Furthermore, she glanced at the head and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the bullet hole and beyond that, the pool of blood.“He won't be bothering me.” she muttered as she got to her feet and examined her surroundings more fully. She picked up the note beside the body and began to read. As she finished she glanced down at the body. Her lips moved for a few seconds before any sound uttered forth.“Zeno's paradox. Zeno... Zeno. The Greek philosopher? Or something relating to a foreigner?” she asked, looking at Mr. Control. “If it is indeed the philosopher, then it's relating to the inability for movement to exist as all distances can be divided into an infinite number of half-distances, or something. Yet I recall Aristotle refuted these paradoxes.... Though whether that will be taken into account in this...” she looked back at the note “non-linear, indefinite place, remains to be seen. As for reaching the door, it should be quite straightforward, as long as my memory serves me well and the compass works.” Folding up the paper and putting it into her pocket, she pulled out the compass and examined it.“Now, I must get going, the timer has probably started. So, good day to you, Mr. Control.” With a final glance, smile and nod at the corpse, she pushed open the door from the balcony and stepped into the first of the 26 rooms. And so it was: in each room and corridor, the compass indicated a door to open.“We just have to hope it points us in the right direction...” In the second corridor, a shadow spoked her, and she broke into a paced jog, trying to remain as quiet as possible. She was grateful she was in the 'high' part of the cycle. She could just imagine herself curled up in a corner of the balcony if the 'low' part had hit her. Furthermore, she doubted her captor had taken the time to administer her medication when she had been unconscious: she certainly felt no effects from it, and definitely more alive than normal. Ludovic had felt a plethora of paralyzing emotions in his first five minutes in that cellar, but when he finally realized how much time he had wasted, he moved swiftly and coldly. He took the final, decisive steps towards that glowing object, and peaked into it. Just as promised, he found that he could see every single inch of the dark cellar clearly and with no confusion, overlapping or distortion. And, again, just as the voice had promised, he found all the keys in the cellar. All of them had a Hebrew symbol engraved in them." That person said that the key had the Clef in it... Which was the Clef?" Ludovic asked himself, trying to get his scrambled brain cells working. He was supposed to be an intelligent man, dammit! He remembered reading a paper on the Hebrew alphabet, and could remember reading about the Clef...now he just had to remember which symbol was it, and fast. After what must have been two more minutes, he finally remembered, and ran frantically around the room, searching for the definitively correct key. When he finally found it, underneath a four-foot tall stack of rotting papers, he only had a few seconds left, so he rushed to the door out of the cellar. His body was filled by the pain of muscles that were not used to any exercise. One of the downsides of practically being a hermit. Between gasps for air, his black eyes wide and almost bulging with tension, he pushed the key into the keyhole and turned it along with the doorknob, and ran through the threshold as soon as he saw that the door was opening, hitting his shoulder in the process, but barely noticing. Those of you that have found yourselves in locked rooms with a puzzle to open them, will walk into a massive library you finally manage to unlock your respective doors. The library seems way too large to belong to the residence you were in. Its ceiling is as high as that of a grand gothic cathedral, probably a dozen million books gracing its endless rows of shelves. There are many ancient and elegant tables, chairs and couches at your disposal to rest. As for those already walking through the labyrinth in the Trieste-le-Roy residence, when you meet at the middle of the labyrinth you will find that there is an unlocked door leading to said library, and that time appears to have stopped, all the clocks in the residence becoming quiet. You walk for hours, but the far away sights seem to grow only farther and further away. You are hungry and thirsty, and exhaustion is already taking a toll on you. Soon, it seems entire weeks seem to have passed, and you feel your life slowly slipping away while the Sun remains high and bright in the sky, as if not a single second has passed through your endless trip. Eventually, you collapse on the floor and die slowly from starvation and dehydration......only to wake up on that same park bench again, the same note on your lap, but this time with a little change. There's a second "PS" on it this time." Now you can see...you cannot physically leave this place. Only your imaginative mind can help you escape. You will find that most of the paper the other Sarah Shepard suffocated on is dry and perfect for writing on, and there's a pen in your pocket. For a long time, you have claimed to suffer from writer's block. Regardless of whether that's the truth or just an excuse for your laziness, your instructions are now others: write. Write as many pages as you can. There are hundreds of pages you can use, and you have as much time as your body can provide, before you perish from the same symptoms that have already assaulted you in another universe." I hear the door unlock with a loud click. I rush to the door, and open it. Furthermore, I am partially shocked when I step out and see a rather large library, filled with quite possibly thousands of books. Still in distressed from dead Rabbi, I take a seat at a nearby comfy chair, and rest. Seeing another person, Alex sighed with relief. "Hey! Mate!" Almost crying with relief, he ran over to the man. "You have any idea what the hell this is?" Alex was freaking out inside; he put on his mask and decided that he needed to lead by example. Shady wrote:Seeing another person, Alex sighed with relief. "Hey! Mate!" Almost crying with relief, he ran over to the man. "You have any idea what the hell this is?" Alex was freaking out inside; he put on his mask and decided that he needed to lead by example." Oh! Why, hi there!" I say, noticing that the man is slightly disturbed by something. "You seem...distressed. What's the matter? And no, I don't know what that thing is... Perhaps someone else does though." Sarah’s eyes widened as she read the rest of the note. She stood and began pacing in vigorous circles around the bench she woke on, reading the end of the letter over and over again.“FUCK! Fuck me, why now? I can’t write... it was an excuse, I’ve just been holding onto the hope that I could do it, the only reason I’m still trying is because...because,” Sarah sat down next to Sarah and began gently extricating sheet after sheet of paper until she had a sizeable quantity in her lap, took the pen out of her pocket and scribbled on her dead body to make sure it wasn’t dry and then stopped to think. What was she supposed to write about? Disrepair? If he didn’t like it was she going to be suffocated with her own work? Was it a? Does it matter if it’s a he or she? Who was she going to bounce ideas off of with no one here? How would she know she had written enough? Would he stop her when her writing satisfied him? Was this simply a mental ploy on his part to break her free of her writer’s block that would ultimately end in her death once again? These are just some of the questions she asked herself before she began writing fervently while whispering things to the only other person there, Dead-Sarah. A day had passed, maybe more for she couldn’t tell in the state she was in, but she wasn’t dead, not yet. Crumbled sheets of paper lay scattered around Sarah, more thrown away than those that comprised the neat stack in front of her. Her fingers were cramped painfully, and she was pretty sure she was going to begin bleeding out the ears if she had to think anymore, but there was no stopping now. She had grown desperate as her stomach began to compress on itself from hunger and had tried eating her own dead body, needless to say it wasn’t very good, but she refused to drink from the river, if none of this was real then false sustenance wouldn’t help her, after what happened earlier though she was sure that body was real. Cracking her knuckles she laid page192on top of the rest, the end was near, of her story and probably her life. Complete with three-dimensional characters, realistic and numerous villains, corruption, purity, plot twists, deities, and all the seven deadly sins in copious amounts. This was the best thing to ever happen to her and if she ever got out of here she knew it would be published…or at least in her semi-lucid state she thought she was writing a good story, it was hard to tell at this point and as time was a luxury she lacked there would be no proofreading this. Her head lolled under the weight of her exhaustion, try as she might her eyes refused to stay open as she collapsed forward onto the stack of paper. Looking about the library, Vasiliy felt strangely at home. Taking a comfy seat near the back, he unfolded his Yiddish newspaper, a Yiddish-to-English dictionary from one of the shelves, and a few stacks of paper. Pulling a pen out of his shirt pocket, he began to attempt to translate the document, brow furrowing as he struggled with the unfamiliar language. He faintly recognized a few words, such as "it", and "they"; but he had to struggle forth with the dictionary to even begin to understand. He wasn't even half-way through when he felt the bones in his fingers ache, so he sat his work down and began to sift through the seemingly endless amount of literature crammed into the library. It was quite possibly one of the most frightening things that had ever happened to Daniel. He was checking for the speed time was passing by on his phone's chronometer when time simply slowed down to a halt. It didn't help that he was in a room filled with pendulum clocks. Daniel shuddered and then walked to the single door in the room. As promised there was a keyboard right next to it. He barely hesitated when putting the password and then stepped back as the door clicked open with an ever-so-cliché beep. On the other side of the door there was a library. Well, a library might've been selling it short, it was perhaps the mother of all libraries up to eleven. Even when standing outside of it Daniel could tell that there was no possible way for the room to fit inside the estate that he was in. Hell, there was no way that somebody could build a structure so large. Countless floors went up and up until they blurred with the darkness of a ceiling that was too far up to see. When he looked in front there was no end to the rows and rows of shelves filled with books. Daniel enjoyed reading very much, so the first thing he did was step through and start exploring. Before he saw any book that caught his attention he found a bunch of papers, a newspaper, and a small book that upon closer inspection was revealed to be a Yiddish-to-English dictionary. Daniel examined the items and was about to reach for the lone pencil sitting on top of a paper with writing covering half of it when he heard a voice. Or more accurately, he heard two different voices. Yuktova wrote:Shady wrote:Seeing another person, Alex sighed with relief. "Hey! Mate!" Almost crying with relief, he ran over to the man. "You have any idea what the hell this is?" Alex was freaking out inside; he put on his mask and decided that he needed to lead by example." Oh! Why, hi there!" I say, noticing that the man is slightly disturbed by something. "You seem...distressed. What's the matter? And no, I don't know what that thing is... Perhaps someone else does though."" Uh, hello?" Daniel called out, trying to walk towards the source of the voice. "Can you guys hear me?" When Daniel didn't get a response he switched to English. "Hello?! Anybody there?" He turned around yet another shelf and walked towards the voices. Vasiliy turned around sharply as he heard someone enter, and frowned when he saw a strange person rummaging around his hard work. Before he could stop him, he began to call out to invisible ghosts, and walked away. Shrugging, Vasiliy returned to his newspaper and translation, pencil scratching furiously against paper as he strung words and sentences together. None of it made sense as a literal translation, but as soon as he was done, he would correct grammar and hopefully come up with an interesting read. It would serve him well to have some entertainment on this long journey. "I sort of woke up to the realization that I had killed someone, promptly killed myself, came back, went down a hall and ended up here." Alex reminded himself to keep composure. Sorry for short post, tired as hell from football. Daphne stopped dead as she found she had reached the exit of the labyrinth, with three minutes to spare. Smiling, she approached and carefully typed in the code: YHWH. She pushed open the door and found herself in rather large library. Her jaw dropped, and she walked in, gazing up at the books. Her head snapped back down as the sound of voices caught her ear." Great, people. That's all I need." She muttered disappointedlyIgnoring her better judgement, she rounded a bookcase and saw two people conversing. She stopped and just looked at them with a suspicious expression. Frigga wrote:Daphne stopped dead as she found she had reached the exit of the labyrinth, with three minutes to spare. Smiling, she approached and carefully typed in the code: YHWH. She pushed open the door and found herself in rather large library. Her jaw dropped, and she walked in, gazing up at the books. Her head snapped back down as the sound of voices caught her ear." Great, people. That's all I need." She muttered disappointedlyIgnoring her better judgement, she rounded a bookcase and saw two people conversing. She stopped and just looked at them with a suspicious expression. Alex sighed. More people; the fewer he had to work with, the worse. "Hello? You can come over here, you know. I won't kill you like I did the sheriff guy. I was high during that, I think, so you can't blame it on me." Realizing he had sounded like a retard there, he sighed. Muttering to himself, "Stupid. You're a god-damned doctor, be smart." Daniel realized that a door that hadn't been there a few seconds before had opened to reveal two new faces. One of them was a tall guy that was probably in his early thirties or late twenties and the other one was a girl with died hair and dark makeup. Not exactly people that Daniel would hang out with. One was too old, and the other one was too...well, not his scene. Shadyrya wrote: "Hello? You can come over here, you know. I won't kill you like I did the sheriff guy. I was high during that, I think, so you can't blame it on me."" What?" Daniel asked, switching to English quickly, hoping that his time abroad would still serve him well. "Whatever. Who are you? Did you wake up to a dead guy too?" Latin Hispanic wrote:Daniel realized that a door that hadn't been there a few seconds before had opened to reveal two new faces. One of them was a tall guy that was probably in his early thirties or late twenties and the other one was a girl with died hair and dark makeup. Not exactly people that Daniel would hang out with. One was too old, and the other one was too...well, not his scene. Shadyrya wrote: "Hello? You can come over here, you know. I won't kill you like I did the sheriff guy. I was high during that, I think, so you can't blame it on me."" What?" Daniel asked, switching to English quickly, hoping that his time abroad would still serve him well. "Whatever. Who are you? Did you wake up to a dead guy too?"" I most certainly did. With blood on my hands. And a hatred of myself. Then I realized this whole thing is just a really intricate acid trip. So I decided that I will treat you all as figments of my imagination. Hello, figments." Alex checked his watch; it was randomly turning. Nice, mind. This is my first trip, and you are working really hard to make it realistic; I congratulate you. Wield signed in exasperation as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Why do human beings find it so important to speak as loudly as possible? As he scribbled on his paper and furrowed is brow over his dictionary, he thought about how fun it would be to knock over a row of bookshelves a watch them scramble. He swore as the tip of his pencil broke off. "God fucking damn it! This is why I like pens!" He tossed the useless writing tinsel across the room as far as his skinny arms would allow, set to work on finding another one. Shady wrote:"I most certainly did. With blood on my hands. And a hatred of myself. Then I realized this whole thing is just a really intricate acid trip. So I decided that I will treat you all as figments of my imagination. Hello, figments." Alex checked his watch; it was randomly turning. Nice, mind. This is my first trip, and you are working really hard to make it realistic; I congratulate you. I don't see how that can be a possibility, seeing as this is my dream, Daniel thought. He examined the other man carefully and took him in. As every single teenager in the universe, Daniel was convinced that he could probably beat a professional boxer in a fight no problem, but he still decided that it would be for the best if he didn't antagonize this man." Um, sure, figments. Whatever. And who would you be?" Before he could get a reply Daniel heard swearing and banging from behind him. It seemed to be originating from around the area where he had found the newspapers and the pile of papers. "Good job." When you finally put both pen and paper down, you hear that dark voice beside you, where your older self's body was sitting. But as you turn your head, you find yourself face to face with a human-like creature with blood-red eyes and raven hair, his skin white as snow." I must congratulate you... You did exactly what I asked of you, and now I will reward you." The young man says, slowly producing a knife before your eyes. "Now, I'll kill you...and then you will find yourself in a library with those who will be your companions during this game of death and compass... I wish you the best of luck." With that, the man swiftly plunges the knife into your chest, and once more you find yourself fading away after an instant of excruciating pain, blood coating you as you die for the second time......and wake up in the Library. Sarah woke with a start, leaning forward and clutching her chest where the knife had entered. She wasn’t sure how to feel about being stabbed in the chest, it seemed like she should be angry at that human-like thing, but it had been quite sexy, so she was conflicted, in any event it’s not like she was dead yet so what did she have to be angry about? She looked around, drinking in her surroundings. The library seemed impossibly big.“Like the plane ofHermaeus Mora,” she whispered to nobody in particular. Sarah was a particularly well-read nerd, in The Elder Scrolls IV she had read hundreds of the in-game books, including The Doors of Oblivion by Morgan Texas’ apprentice Said Idea. Typically, the library would have inspired awe in her, and it did, but that was tempered by the fact that she doubted she would have the chance to do any heavy reading. She heard voices somewhere, but judging by her previous company she felt no inclination to reveal herself so she dragged herself over to an overgrown bookshelf and rested against it, she hadn’t had time for rest in quite a while. Ludovic's eyes widened as he stepped into that awe-inspiring library, his lips barely opening in the equivalent to a surprised gape. This sort of place he was in could not possibly be a normal building. It simply was not possible. But after a few seconds of wonder and exploration with his obsidian eyes, Ludovic started walking through the endless rows of books, all of them thick and ancient. It was probably the single most alluring sight he had ever faced. He wanted to read each one of these mysterious and most likely excellent tomes. However, all those thoughts faded away as he heard the distant voices of other human beings. Feeling the sudden urge for some human contact, and hopeful that maybe he would learn something from them, he yelled, his cold, heavily accented voice resonating throughout the library." Hello?! Anyone here?!" Pinching the bridge of his nose, Vasiliy felt his meager patience wearing thin with these people. Libraries were supposed to besilentand the definition of the word "silent" was - he pulled out a dictionary to make sure - "without sound". Yes, it was almost exactly so. Without further complaints could be spewed from his mouth, Vasiliy resumed his search for a pencil or pen. Or whatever the hell he could write with.

Death and the Compass (IC)|rating:4.0

The NFL Player and His Athletics Therapist

Name: Annabelle Forage: 25 Looks: was an Athletics Therapist for a high up National Football League Team. She enjoyed her job. She got to help the players carrying on playing the game they loved. It didn’t hurt that most of them were very attractive. Of course nothing had ever happened between her and a play she was very professional. Recently she had been getting very close to one player who was in a broken and loveless marriage with a Golding. To make it worse for the man he wasn’t coming to see Annabelle for prevention from injuries, he was quite badly injured so spent a lot a time at her office. He was going to take a while to recover, but she would get him there. She finished working on one of his fellow players and washed her hands. “Take things easy but use those muscles don’t hold them stiff. I will see you next week.” She said to the player. She looked at her diary seeing her favorite player was coming next. Furthermore, she enjoyed his visits. They got on very well and talked about lots of things that he probably didn’t even tell his best friend or wife. She sat at her desk looking at the log from his last session so she would know what he needed next and what to check for this time when she observed his moments. She sipped on her bottle of water just thinking of the guy who she had a little crush on but would never act on because he was player and married. Lance was a 250 lb 6'3 tight end. He was big, but lean, making him quick and powerful, exactly what a tight end needed to debut he was sidelined. He had a nagging foot injury, which had made him limp and compensate as he moved. These are the made problems for his knee, and now his hip But this injury, had been a painful nightmare. Now his blotchy wife constantly complained about her money (which was his money of course) but his pay was smaller when he didn't start, and he had apparently married one hell of a gold digger! But the had met Annabelle. She was kind and soothing and beautiful. Right now he felt like she was probably his closest friend. No player ever liked talking injuries. They feel like its bad luck. And of course they all had tons to say about their wives, but the kept that out of the locker rooms now he found himself knocking on her door. He had the last session of the day. Which was how he liked it. They often stayed together Kong after the appointment should end, and she put extra work into the muscles and ligaments of his right leg and her soothing nature made that nights inevitable fight with his wife almost bearable He knocked and opened the door"Annabelle?" He asked as he stuck his head in, spitting her at the desk in a delightful top that had a neckline he immediately, and almost shamelessly appreciated. “Hi Lance how are you?” Annabelle said running her hand through her hair looking at Lance. She smiled at him. She tied her hair up into a ponytail. “Has your pain got any better or worse since I last saw you?” She asked. She got out of her seat moving over to the therapy bed. Furthermore, she put a new sheet down. “Lay down.” She said with her sweet voice. Lance smiled as her wavy golden locks shifted back over her shoulders and she wrestled them into a ponytail." A little worse. The pain has moved up for my knee and now my hip is getting tense on that side. I swear I'm going to need some muscle relaxers or something" he said as he limped his way over to her table. The gym shorts stretched and shifted as he hoped on, the shirt pulled taught over his muscular physique. He eyed the beautiful blond as she came closer." I swear it's all real, but half has to be from stress. I know other guys had the foot problem, but none of them had all these leg issues" he told her as he slowly laid back, not wanting to stare to long at the gorgeous blond"What about you Belle?" He asked, Referring to the Disney princess because he is like dot think of her like that. And he was her beast. But she did not need to know that! Oh, really I thought it would have have got a bit better. Have you done any vigorous exercise that you shouldn’t have?” She said watching him limp. She was very concerned about Lance. He was supposed to start recovering now. They had done many sessions together. She watched him lay back on the bed. “I am sure you’re feeling the pain, but I am not sure if it is all physical. I have never seen a foot injury go all the way to the hip.” She said. She smiled at him. “I am just going to see how your legs' movement are.” She said starting to move his leg. Annabelle loved how he called her Belle it was her favorite Disney Princess. It had actually been her childhood nickname. “I am good, thanks. Nothing but work in my work life though.” She said. She was making sure not to move his leg too roughly or fast. “Now tell me how that feels?” She asked. She was slowly increasing the movement, speed and pressure on his leg. Furthermore, she moved to the next leg and moved it the same. “So tell me how things are with you? Are things any better than last time?” She said. He grimaced slightly as she moved his leg higher, whenever his hip had to move too much. It was like he was losing the range of motion. All his muscles were tightening." The small movements are ok, but the more you open the range up the tighter it gets" he said, and he put his hand on his waist, halfway between the outside his hip and the midline of the body"The only vigorous activity I did was carrying Her crap through the mall. Too much stress. She needed a shopping spree" the spas with a chuckle a Shia eyes moved to hers. Her eyes were focused on moving his legs, and feeling his muscles. She was like this he could stare at her. Take in the sculptures' beauty of her face, the glow in her eyes, and the way she nibbled on her lip when she was focused"But nothing changed. It's all slowly going down hill it seems. I spent the last two nights sleeping in the guest room" he told her with a bit of a frown, his head rolling back and his eyes casting to the ceiling." It feels good when you push on the joint like that as you stretch me" he said as her small hands produced an incredible grip on his thigh as she worked his lower leg back and forth. She felt his hand rest on her waist. “Tell me if the pain gets too much. If you can’t say just squeeze my side, okay?” She said. She didn’t like seeing him in pain but to help she had to get him using these muscles again. Furthermore, she listened to him talking about vigorous activity and when he mentioned his wife being stressed she couldn’t help but laugh. What stressed did that women have other than spending his money?“I am sorry I laugh, but I think your wife has her priorities wrong. She has a husband who is injured, and she thinks she is stressed one. You know I think you deserve better.” She said. She normally didn’t comment on other player’s lives but with him, she did. They were more than patient and physical therapist. She nibbled on her lip thinking about what she was missing about his recovery she thought she had done everything she needed to do to start recovery.“Oh Lance no wonder your in pain. You need to sleep in a bed. If not with her, a spare room. You’re going to cause more injury to yourself if you sleep on the sofa. Listen I shouldn’t say this but if things are that bad you can always stay in my spare room because I don’t want you getting worse.” She said. She was pushing at his leg and he told her it felt good. Furthermore, she had a strong grip for a little thing. “Okay hop off and stretch your legs. I want to watch your movement to see if there is anything I am missing because you should be recovering.” She said. He chuckled when she mentioned staying in her room"Yeah. The day I don't come home, and spend the night at some pretty girls house is they day I never go home again" he chuckled, sighing as she released him She told him to get up and move around."You're not the first one to point out her less than selfless nature" he said with a grimace as he sat up and stood up, coming got stand in front of her. He looked down at her, his eyes getting stuck on the swell of cleavage that the dipping top had on display."Besides, I'm sure you can't have some guy staying at your place. That would start a ton of rumors here" he said as he grimaced putting weight on his sore foot"I'd hate to get in the way of you and your career or a possible boyfriend" he said through clenched teeth as he leaned more weight on"Can we try the heat treatment again. That felt good last time" he told her as he finally I clenched his teeth “Well I am not dating at the moment and don’t really get to meet a lot of guys other than the players who come to see me for therapy and there is a strict no player relationship rule in my contract.” She said. She saw the pain he was in with his foot. Furthermore, she put her hand on his back trying to comfort him.“Lay back down on the table.” She said. Furthermore, she moved over to a machine that looked similar to ultrasound machine without the screen. The probe applied heat to areas it would roll against. She pulled it over to the bed. “You ready for me to put the lotion on it is cold but will heat up I use the probe on your areas of pain?” She said. He smiles as she brought the little device over." Belle I'm always ready for you to rub me down. Honestly you are the best part of my day. " He settled back his eyes locked on her as she gathered everything together." Are my shorts going to be in the way?" She smiled hearing him say she was the best part of his day. “That is so sweet of you to say Lance. I have to admit you are the best part of my day too.” She said. She looked down at him on the table thinking he looked very hot on her table. “Can you slip out of your shorts and lay in your boxers, so I don’t mess your shorts up?” She asked. She started the machine up. He suddenly felt very exposed, which he didn't really mind. Sort FHE wiggled himself out of his shorts while there in the table, leaving him in a t shirt and the snug athletic boxer shorts that all athlete wore. They left little to the imagination, the thick outline of his member as it laid over the top of one thigh reaching more than halfway to his hip. Then he settled back in." Yeah. At the rate in going with mall trips and missed starts I won't be able to afford any more shorts" he joked as he felt himself becoming even more aware of how beautiful belle was. Not just her pretty face and super fly figure. But as a person, something he doubted any of the other players ever noticed." So when are you going to make time for a man. A gal as successful and attractive as you deserves something more than work and thank yous" She watched him wiggle out of his shorts. He was now only in his t shirt and boxers. She could see his bulge and was impressed from the outline of his member. She smiled at him as he relaxed down on the table. Furthermore, she began slowly rubbing lotion into the bottoms of his legs first. She laughed hearing him say he wouldn’t be able to afford any more shorts. Furthermore, she began rubbing the lotion higher into his legs. Furthermore, she concentrated on massaging the lotion into his leg. “Is that ease some of the pain?” She asked. She finished rubbing the lotion into his legs and grabbed the probe. Furthermore, she slowly rolled it up his lower legs. “Um I sort of like a guy, but there is a problem he is taken so obviously I cannot go there and there is no one else I like.” She explained to him. Her hands were magical. Such petite elegant things like hers would never be expected to apply the kind of force to his muscles, but somehow she did. She slowly worked the lotion up his leg, making him think about his horrid wife so he would not find his appreciation expressed via his loins!" That feels amazing" he told her as she began to apply the heat probe." Really. I've been telling you all the crap with my wife, and you've had your eyes on Some the whole time" he said with a half reprimanding grin He lifted. His head off the table, smiling as he saw her blush, her delicate hands looked so perfect on his thick muscular thigh." Just because the contract says you can't date doesn't mean you shouldn't explore the option. Besides sometimes people are taken by the wrong ones, and stay with them, because they don't think hey have options. Seriously, take my situation for example" he said As he leaned back down." Belle, you are too amazing to limit yourself like That" “I am very glad my hands are taking away some of your pain.” She said. She didn’t like seeing him in pain. Furthermore, she wanted to make him feel better. Furthermore, she cared for him a lot. Furthermore, she just wanted to make him better. She watched him lift his head looking at her. Furthermore, she wondered if he knew she meant him. Furthermore, she took the probe higher up his legs adding more pressure. Furthermore, she felt a bit awkward.“I know this guy isn’t happy in his marriage, but I don’t know if he likes me like that. We get on well, but I do not know if he likes me.” She said. She had the probe very close to his boxers.“Have you ever thought about leaving your wife?” She asked looking down at him smiling. Furthermore, she was adding more heat and pressure to his legs. Furthermore, she was glad this treatment was helping him with his pain. Her hands were working the probe highs up his leg. The relief was exquisite. The only problem was that it made him become aware of this kind gorgeous woman working closer and closer to his groin. Nothing be the thin polyester blend of his shorts standing between them!" I'd be an idiot if I hadn't." He told her plainly, the switch in the topic made it much easier to control his body, and keep from getting to focused on her hands"This feels amazing Belle" he said as she worked over a knot on the side of his thigh." I could do this all day" he groaned in pleasure, the deep base growling through him." Of course, I have thought of leaving her, it would be a headache, a lawsuit, a court case and that is just pointing to the obvious. I just don't think I could handle that on my own right now" he said as he shifted, laying his head back down and staring at the ceiling"It would be something different if I weren't hurt, or if I had someone really supporting me" he said as he breathes deeply through another stab of pain as she worked into another knot. Her hands moving higher and higher"I certainly don't want to keep living this life, and I don't see her changing for me" the last came out with a chuckle. "But at the moment I couldn't begin to imagine going through that mess alone""But tell more about the world's luckiest man" “Well he is a great guy but struggling at the moment. His injury is quite bad and not improving the way it should be. His home life is less than perfect. His wife isn’t great. She only wants him for the money and with him not playing of course his pay isn’t as much so she is being a bigger bitch.” She said. She wondered if he would figure out she was talking about him. Furthermore, she rolled the bottoms of his boxers up to get higher up his leg to ease the higher pain he was having. Furthermore, she was adding less pressure to this area knowing too much pressure may cause more pain for him. Furthermore, she looked down at him and smiled at him. He looked down toward her as she spoke. This sounded a lot like him. He felt his body beginning to respond to her touch in a way that had nothing to do with healing. The movement of her small hand on his sensitive muscular flesh seemed to send electricity straight to his loins He could feel his member swelling as she paused to look at him"Well does he have any idea of how you feel about him?" He asked, not wanting to assume he could be so lucky"Have you told him it made a pass at him?" He asked as he shifted one hand off of the table and put it on Belles hip"Belle you deserve being happy. You need to make a move or else you'll never know" he said as his hand slid down from her hip, his fingers brushing the curve of her thigh as he let go. When he had touched her like that his heart had begun to race, and he was worried now that he was getting aroused. God, what would she do if he got a hard on! Would she notice that his member had started thickening and lengthening? Oh, no.....he didn't move, but he started to panic. She was amazing, surely she couldn't be into him and how pissed would she be at him if she found out how much he thought of her!! "No of course not. I don't know what to do about it. I like him a lot, and we have chemistry, but I have no idea if he likes me like that." She said. She began moving the heat probe further up his legs. Hearing him tell her to make move made her feel tingles and his hand on her hip made her excited. She looked at him her eyes full of lust. She noticed he was hard, and her eyes went wide. Furthermore, she couldn't believe he was hard for her. She decided maybe she should make a move. Furthermore, she removed the probe and hooked it back to the machine. Furthermore, she leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips even surprising herself by her actions. He paused, terrified when she stopped and put the probe up. Then before he knew it her golden locks draped across his chest and her lush lips found his. He kissed her back, softly, letting his lips bath in the silky heat of hers. His body tingled everywhere her hair fell across his skin, and his loins had been swelling, but were now hardening he lifted the hand that Wei son her side to wrap his thick muscular arm around her waist. His other hand came up to gently hold her to him as his kiss deepened. Thai sudden human contact made him realize how much he had missed, and needed, this from someone. The kiss grew She felt his lips kissing back. Her mind was spinning. She felt his hand wrap around her waist. She looked into his eyes as her hand stroked his back. Furthermore, she wanted him no needed him. His other hand held her to him. Their kiss was passionate. Her tongue played with his. She moved her lips off his looking at him. “I am sorry I came on to you Lance. Your married I shouldn’t have done it. I have always liked you very much. I want you so bad, but I feel bad because you are married, I know you’re not happy, but I still feel bad.” She said.God, she craved him, but she was a good woman and felt wrong for kissing a married man, although he wasn’t happy. She didn’t know what to do and what would happen. She looked at him her palms sweaty and her heart racing. It hurt him to hear that, because he was putting this sweet beautiful woman in this spot"Belle" he said in a voice that was thick with lust and grief"Don't feel bad. You what I said you should" he told her. He quickly sat up and turned to face her. He pulled her close in an embrace"I never meant to put you in this position. But I can't deny how you make me feel Belle. I haven't felt anything like this in years! Married or not" he said, his lips pressed next to her ears in his embrace, her small soft body pressed against his big muscular physique, his aroused member pressed into er stomach"Please. We can figure this out. It's obvious we have..." His phone went off. The ringer was his wife's 'Golding' by K. West That sound brought reality crushing back"Please can we schedule a meeting for Monday so we can talk" he said as he pushed we back so he could look into rise gorgeous eyes"No matter what it means. This is the best thing that's happened to me in years" phone stopped ringing. Then started back up almost immediately. He sighed, then dug his phone out of the shorts set on the end of the table. As soon as he answered the shrill yells of his wife filled the room... Hearing Lance call her Belle gave her tingles all over her body. She looked at him feeling so much lust for him but feeling bad for her feelings too. He pulled her into his arms. She loved how he made her feel so safe and alive. She looked into his eyes. Furthermore, she could tell he felt guilty of all of this. Furthermore, she loved her body being so close to his it just felt right.“You make me feel a way no one else has ever made me feel.” She said. His lips against her ears made her chills. She felt his pardon against her. His phone started ringing as he was asking her to figure it out with him. She heard the ringtone and knew it was his wife. She laughed finding it very funny.“Yes of course we can talk about it. Here or somewhere else?” She asked looking at him. She felt good knowing this was the best thing that had happened to him. His phone started ringing again. She stepped back knowing he had to answer to his bitch of wife. She watched him getting his phone out. When he answered the phone she could hear his wife screaming down the phone. She felt so bad for him. If she was his wife she would never treat him that way she really cared for him. She would treat so much better than her. She moved over to the sink and washed her hands. He watched her step away, feeling the sudden absence of her presence as a void he had only now realized was Therese kept the one-sided conversation as short as he could She was freaking out when he wasn't home. He reminded her of his splint end and the fact it was on the calendar and the fact that right now these seasons were the most important thing to him and his career, that being more true now than it ever had She had hitched a little more than the conversation had ended. Furthermore, he hung up the phone the walked over to Belle. His eyes slid over her perfect figure, and he swallowed hard not sure how she felt He put his hand out on her hip and spun her gently to face him"I need to go. But I'd like to book a double session as soon as possible" he told her as he stepped closer"These sessions are all that gets me by anymore" he told her as he pulled her close again, feeling her soft frame press against his hard muscles, and unashamedly, his rigid member press into her stomach. Whether she wanted to know. He wanted to know how much she got to him. How much he responded to her, and just how completely she rocked his world. Then He released her and tugged his shorts on"When is your next opening" “Well today is Friday and my weekend booked up, but I am free Monday afternoon. You can book me out all afternoon.” She said smiling at him. She really wanted to spend a nice afternoon with him.“I think maybe we should try some yoga on Monday make sure you wear something your comfy in.” She said. Furthermore, she reached over and touched his arm. “Take care don’t be sleeping on the sofa, or I may have to kick your ass.” She said with a laugh. She pulled him in for a hug. “I look forward to seeing you.” She said. She liked feeling his body close to hers. Furthermore, she stepped away pulling her bobble out of her hair letting her hair down. He was her last therapy session today. He held her for the hug, feeling her, taking in the aroma of her earthen she broke the hug, let her hair down and the session was over"Monday for yoga?" He said to himself as he headed for the door"Sounds interesting" he said as he looked back at her, taking in the perfect woman"Thanks Belle. I can't wait" he told her with a smile, then left His weekend was miserable. The majority of it spent arguing or away from his wife. He had initially tried to placate her when he got home. But she was all riled up, her friends and family asking her more and more, which meant it was coming from him. He slept in the couch all weekend. By the time his kindly appointment came around he was stiffer than ever. He walked up to her door and knocked. He was wedding a pair of basketball shorts and a sleeveless shirt, letting his muscular arms have plenty of movement. He waited for Belle Annabelle opened the door. She smiled seeing Lance. He had been the only thing on her mind this week. She couldn’t stop thinking of him. She really cared about him and wanted to make sure he got better. She felt so strongly for him. Furthermore, she just wanted to be with him so much, but she knew it may be difficult. He was married, although he wasn’t happy she still felt bad for liking a married man she may even love him. She was in She smiled at him. “Hi come in.” She said. She watched him walk. “You slept on the couch didn’t you?” She asked. He smiled as she opened the door, the site of her scent a wave of relief over him. He didn't know why, but it was just extremely 'good' to see her. Being around her made him feel so much better, even when she wasn't curing the ailments of his physical body"No" he said with a tone that made his obvious lie all the more ridiculous. As he stepped in he couldn't help but admire how great she looked in her yoga gear"You look like your ready to make me work" he said with a smile as he closed the door behind him"So where are we doing all this crazy stretchy stuff" he said with a smile, wrestling to pull his eyes from her snug fitting clothes Annabella was extremely happy to see Lance. He always made her days so much better. When he said no she knew he was lying, and it bugs her that his wife had let him sleep on the sofa when he was injured. “I am definitely ready to make you work, but I am must admit I am angry you did not follow my advice about the sofa. I offered my spare bedroom to you as well!” She said. He closed the door behind her. She passed him a yoga and grabbed her own. She rolled her mat out. “Roll your mat out.” She said. She ran her hand through her hair and she got her bobble and tied her hair up in a ponytail. “So how you been?” She asked sitting down on her mat. He rolled out that mat she offered him, and followed her to a sitting position"Same shit different day," he told her glumly as he tried to sit as she did, but he just wasn't flexible enough for it"I had a long weekend, but I am very glad to get it started off right with a nice session with you, all the drama this weekend has me feeling quite tense" he told her with a smile, his eyes taking in the clinging gray outfit she wore, it looked amazing on her, or rather she looked amazing ADN the gray let it shine? He want sure, but she was a sight to behold either way"What about you?" She watched him trying to get in her sitting position. “Sit in a comfortable position.” She said. She listened to him talking with a smile. “Oh I am sad you’re having such a hard time, but you’re here now let it go from your mind.” She said. She stretched her arms and legs out getting ready to show him some moves. “Well my weekend has been dull.” She said. She got onto her knees and put her hands down on the floor. Furthermore, she arched her back and stayed there.“Copy me. This position is the Cat-Cow. Move slowly onto your knees push you’re hands down onto the floor arch your back and stick out your butt.” She said looking over her shoulder at him. He watches as she shifted, getting in her knees, back arching to thrust her chest against her tight top. He couldn't help but watch her closely" I'll try" he said, and so he did. But he did not come close. Arching his back like her was impossible, his hops refusing to yield" I'm trying, but I just can't" he said as he chuckled, feeling half a fool She looked back at him. She was watching him get into position. “Just get into the position comfortable. You won’t be able to do it like I can but relax just take it easy.” She said. She relaxed into the position showing him how she wanted him to get in the position. He chuckles"There is no way in hell I could ever do this the way you do" he said with a wink as he watched her supple curvy body settle into position"Jeez Belle" you have to be incredibly flexible" he said He tried to settle himself, grunting and grimacing as his thick muscles seemed to get in his way, but he refused to give up. Not in front of her." that any better?" "Much better. Now keep it there. Count to ten slowly make sure to focus on your breathing then let it go." She said. She started counting to herself. "I've been thinking about what happened last time, you know the kiss and I want to apologize because I started it and your married." She said. He smiled as he tried to relax and 'breath' into it. This was unbelievably weird, he thought to himself, but he would do anything to get healthy. He needed to play. He had to play! Then he felt his heart sink. That kiss had meant the world to him. He had stayed up late, tossing and turning on the couch thinking about it. He had forgotten what a kiss was supposed to feel like. He tried to respond and tell her it was fine and that he understood. But it wasn't, and he didn't. He didn't want to lie to her. Not Belle"It's ok. It was actually all I could think about" he said as he looked down at the ground, afraid to see the expression on her face." Honestly that was the best thing that has happened to me in years. I know I'm married, but it's not a healthy marriage. I've been afraid of being alone, scared of trying to find someone again. Who would want some big oafish dolt like me. I can't play. When I leave her I'll lose half of everything. It's just crazy" he took a deep breath." But then I met you. And then, for a brief weekend, I imagined you felt something for me. It's ok Belle. I understand that we do stupid things. I don't resent it. Furthermore, I'm glad it happened. Furthermore, I just....... Never mind" he said. Then he settled back into a sitting position his count to ten over, his head turned to the side so he wouldn't see her face. She was pleased he could only think about the kiss because she also could only think of him and that kiss. She felt bad for it, but it had felt so right. Furthermore, she loved his lips on hers. “You shouldn’t put yourself down so badly. There is more to you than your money. Listen lots of people would want you including myself.” She said. She wanted him so badly. He was the only guy she wanted to be with. “I do feel something for you. I like you. Really like you! It is just your married and I felt bad, but it felt so good and so right.” She said. She leaned over to him arching her back out more with her ass stuck out, and she stroked his cheek.“I like you that much that I want to do it again.” She said. Furthermore, she leaned in and kissed him. Furthermore, she knew it was wrong but something that felt so right couldn’t be so wrong. Furthermore, she was letting into her feelings. He was shocked. His heart thundering in his Chester lips were electrifying. He had sat frozen as she had leaned to him the gray top scooping low to reveal a deep line of cleavage trapped by her sports bra Then her lips were there His hands instinctively rose to her face. And he held her there, kissing her softly, his grip firm but gentle, fearing she would slip away or stop. This is what he had been aching for all weekend Consumed with the thought of these lips. His heart raced, and his blood boiled as the kiss stretched on. His hands moved to her face as they kissed. Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought it might burst out of her chest. She stroked his arm softly looking into his eyes. She pulled her lips away from his. “How about we try another move?” She said. She stood up and bent down in downwards facing dog. “Now come here and bend your body over mine.” She said. She couldn’t wait to feel him up against her. Furthermore, she stuck her ass out. Furthermore, she hoped he would understand that she wanted to feel her body on top of hers and hopefully his hard cock against her ass. The end of the loss was almost painful. He watched as the gorgeous blond stood up. Then she bent down, facing him, in a new pose. Looked a little sill"You want me to bend over you?" He asked, a little unsure what she wanted, but he complied He stood up and walked around behind her, pausing. He fake this cocky horn as here's her plump round ass high in the air, almost proffered to him. And he couldn't help but imagine grabbing her hips and pulling that ass back on his cock His member twitched in his shortfall here goes nothing, he thought to himself as the car dully lowered his massive firm over her. Her body fitting in his perfectly. Especially her ass, her slightly parted cheeks nestling his slowly stiffening shaft as he settled into her." Like this"He asked as he tried to pull his hips back as much as he could, trying to reduce the pressure of his trapped cock so she would hopefully not notice it. “No move in closer.” She said. She pulled his legs making him up against her ass. His body was up against him, and she wanted him so much. She really liked him being here up against her tight body. She pushed her ass hard back against his crotch. Furthermore, she ground up against him. “What do you think of this position?” She asked. He groaned, only slightly as she shifted him, his cock was slowly swelling, and it nestled right between her plump ass cheeks, he swore he could feel the heat from her pussy pouring off. She wriggled her rump against him and asked what he thought He breathed the scent of her in deeply as he felt her against him"It's amazing," he said in a voice that's as soon growing thick with lust. He felt his own body pushing against hers. He was so much larger than her that she fit perfectly into his body, his Are over hers" he let his chin come to rest on her shoulder, almost nuzzling her"Are we supposed to wiggle or be still" he asked as he took a turn at teasing. Furthermore, he shifted his hips, so his stiffening cock slid up and down the valley between her ass cheeks." I think a little movement is very helpful too She was so glad he was liking this close up skin on skin contact. She was happy being so close to him. She was turned on and her body felt like it was on fire. Furthermore, she loved his big body against her tiny little frame. Oh, how it felt so right to be this close to him. She was so happy this was happening (that they were getting closer and closer). His chin rested on her shoulder. He was nuzzling her making her moan softly. “We can do whatever we want.” She said as his cock rubbed against her little ass. “I like being close to you.” She said. She pushed her ass hard up against him. Furthermore, she wanted him so much. Furthermore, she was so horny and craved him so badly. He was glad that the tone in her voice had not grown stiff or hesitant, in fact. It grew more inviting, he had worried, feeling his body respond to hers, that she might be offended, but she wasn't. Instead, he felt her shift. Her hips rotated back, this had the effect of letting his cock glide between her plump ass cheeks. His member throbbed, and he could be aware that he could feel the heat of her sex against his cock, which throbbed harder and harder in response His breathing quickened, his lips beside her ear"We can move however we need to?" By heroes, she responded, his hips began to slowly shift back and forth, making the thickening shaft of his loins, still trapped in his shorts" rub up and down, running against her ass, and sliding over the soft swell of her sex." This closeness feels amazing" he told her in a nice growing thick with hunger “The position is always quite intense and works the muscles perfectly.” She said with a little grin that he couldn’t see. She knew it was wrong being like this with a married man, but his marriage was miserable. He was the only guy she was even remotely interested in. “Does this position feel right?” She asked. The feel and smell Of her was intoxicating. He felt his body throbbing for her, her coy words barely reaching him." Yes this is nice" he said as he lifted on hand, Wrapping it around her stomach, he pulled her right against him, his cock pressing hard against her own sex"But I feel a little restrained" he said With a grunt as his shifting hips pushed harder into her, his cock slipping down over her mound, then sliding free, driving between her thighs. His body against her was making her so hot and horny. She liked being so close to him. She was happy he was back having another therapy session with her. Furthermore, she liked spending time with him. He was pushed up against her. She feels him straining against his pants. His member slid between her thighs. “I know you’re married, but I want you but not here. I can’t do it at my work place and this is only if you want to be with me like that why you don’t come to mine tonight.” She nervously said. She pushed harder back against him. He felt himself throb harder as she spoke. He moaned softly as she pushed back against him, her ass felt so good against his groin"I want you so very badly" he said in a heavy voice as he pressed his hips against her ass, his stiffening cock becoming more and more prominent. Furthermore, he lifted on hands from the floor, and let it slide up over her side, the fingertips of his large hands brushing the curve of her breast. Then he slowly leaned back, his other hand doing the same, until he was standing behind her, both hands on her waist, and his stiffening cock ground between her plump ass cheeks." I do. I do" he said gruffly, pulling her tight"But can you help me with this stuff muscle before we go anywhere" he asked, essentially ignoring her request that they don't fool around in her office. He was honestly afraid he couldn't get over to her place tonight. This might be the only chance he had His hands slid from her hips to grip each ass cheek firmly, leaning into her, his hardness meeting her softness

The NFL Player and His Athletics Therapist|rating:3.0

Star Rulers (IC)

SPACE It was long ago that man came to this galaxy, long enough that we lost the holotypes that documented the voyage. But know that we have fallen. When we first arrived in this galaxy, the inhabitants were little more than Stone Age savages who worshiped us as gods, or primitives who thought their gunpowder explosives and will were enough to defeat us. A few tried to negotiate their way to freedom, and they failed. By year 100 AHA, we ruled the vast majority of the galaxy now known as Charon, and then we grew complacent, teaching the natives how to use our technology, using them as slave labor, and then some genius decided it would be agreatidea to give our self-replicating mining bots sentience. In AHA 200, 200 years after we arrived in this galaxy, a group, called the Federation of Independent Star Systems, rebelled against the Empire of Humanity, embroiling the all Human space in a galaxy-wide civil war. During this civil war, a group of native species rebelled against both factions, fracturing the galaxy even further. And even worse, remember those sentient mining bots? They figured out that mining lasers can be used as admirable weapons. By the time 250 AHA rolled around, the Empire and FISH had settled a peace deal for the survival of Humanity. Fifty years later, the Pan-Galactic war was over, with humanity leaving the systems where the natives were a majority or where the sentient bots, who had taken to calling themselves "Machine", had seized. 20 years had passed before Humanity, and much of the galaxy, splintered into a million petty empires, this state still exists to the present. The Empire has control over a few systems, the Federation has devolved into little more than an alliance. The natives, after the war, went their separate ways. The situation at present is a stalemate. No true progress is being made, in science, math, art. Perhaps a multi-racial empire could overthrow this balance, end the stalemate, and actually progress society. In the senates of both the Federation and Empire, one conclusion was reached. Unity would bring Charon's loyal humans to prosper, like when they first arrived in the galaxy, so many centuries ago. Unity would bring strength. Unity would bring stability. Unity would bring power. Possibly enough power that Humanity could topple the current balance, and restore the true empire of Humanity, and correct the mistakes of the past. Delegates came together, two from each conglomerate of man. And they reached an agreement, the Imperial Treaty, which united the two decayed empires into one. The Second Empire of Man, whose government would not repeat the mistakes of the past. They government was part meritocratic republic, part hereditary monarchy. All sentient species were granted equal rights, and all who wished to escape intolerance were to be forgiven. This fledgling empire began its rise on the back of tolerance, acceptance, and democracy. The founders of the First Empire must be rolling in their graves. Somewhere in space, a single quantum particle shifted its polarity, flickering back-and-forth like Morse code. Elsewhere, thousands of light-years distant, another particle adjusted in instant response. This second particle had a third adjacent to it, which began its own up-down dance. This dance found an able mimic thousands of light-years away, in the form of a fourth particle sharing a home with the very first. In this way, three Gods shared a convocation. No organic being could ever speak to them directly; they were too massive, too knowing, too holy for any mortal being to approach. Lesser creatures were not privy to their thoughts. Even by the Machine's standards, The Domain of the Jade Tablet was silent. Information flowed up and orders flowed down; there was no lateral discussion of any sort. Wu- and Ding-minds passed their observations up to their local Bing-minds, who either adjusted their orders or passed it further up the chain. Up the chain rested the Yi-minds, colossal intelligences in their own right, but above even them rested the 9 甲. If any human civilization had managed to construct one, they would fall on their knees and proclaim it their overlord, and submit themselves to its judgement. But even they were only subjects before the jade perfection of who was the beginning of them all. 圭 was a sphere, a fusion reactor surrounded by endless fields of processors 3,000 kilometers across, surrounded by the husk of a hollowed-out planetoid, floating serenely in an asteroid belt around the star of Jade Tablet 1. And 圭 was constantly growing.圭 did not discuss, at least not with 圭's own subjects. Commanded, and those who heard must tremble and obey. Imperial Palace Terra, United Federation of Terra News had just arrived that Federation of Independent Star Systems and Empire of Humanity united once again after large civil war to form Second Empire of Man, which was both worrying but perhaps in best interests of humanity, xenon rose up due to split in humanity; a divided house can not stand. A high ranking representative had to be sent to this new empire to negotiate potential agreements with them, especially regarding what Emperor had in his mind. That is why prime minister, very senior advisers, leading ambassador of diplomatic corps and admiral of star fleet had been requested in Emperor's private chambers. The weather was fine in the Terra this morning, although it was always fine weather in this planet, thanks to the advanced weather manipulation methodology that was implemented on this planet and this planet alone, mostly due to the cost of such large scale project requiring extensive physical, chemical and biological study of atmosphere, synthesization of unique chemical compounds and permanent installment to constantly monitor and regulate concentration of these compounds to one hundred thousandth parts per million. But either way, the temperature ranged between 270.15 kelvin to 281.15 kelvin, with clear cloud and some sunshine. It hadn't rained in Terra for as long as mind can remember, it did snow though because snow is nice. The chambers were protected by force field, structural integrity field and shielding along with hand-picked MAC personnel with orders to shoot to kill. Despite this heavy security, the chambers was quite a sight to see. It was one of the most beautiful places in the galaxy, if the best one. Its ceilings were twelve meters above ground and about half way there were clouds with human-looking musicians playing wonderful music, even people who weren't fan of music and let's be fair Emperor wasn't, loved it. The ceiling had been converted to show the stars, at all times. There was snow on the floor but strangely it neither melted nor turned into ice as you walked over it, as if new snow as being generated and old was being removed simultaneously, to top it all off there was gold weaved pillars running all the way up to ceiling. If you had good fortune of walking into the chambers and did not instantly fall in love with the place, you have very bad taste. The access to the chambers however was highly restricted, it was high treason to even attempt to enter chambers without having clearance from Emperor himself, and you would most likely be executed for the crime, on the very spot. Only people who had access to the chambers were Emperor's family, prime minister, high admiralty of star fleet, senior members of diplomatic corps, senior commanders of military assault command operations and that's about it. Only person who was allowed in without fulfilling these criteria was a young child, who ran into entrance of the chambers when playing hide and seek, MAC personnel guarding the chambers were about to shoot him for treason, with no emotion, but he was let away on say so of the Emperor who happened to be walking past. These MAC personnel emotion drilled out of them in their twenty-year training course, so was their critical thinking ability... they followed orders to the letter regardless of what this meant. If they were given order by Emperor to shoot themselves with their guns, they would follow orders blindly. One of the effects of special training program those who wanted to be guard of the chambers were put through. After going through security checks, six humans entered the chambers: prime minister, chief admiral of star fleet, chief ambassador of diplomatic corps, and three advisers entered the room where they waited for Emperor who arrived after few minutes, without going through security: he was the Emperor. Once there he spoke"so, there has been development regarding Federation of Independent Star Systems and Empire of Humanity", he spoke as he paced himself back to one of the tables where he poured himself cup of warm milk, several tablespoons of coffee and a bit more teaspoon of sugar, of course there was machine to make a coffee, but Emperor simply disliked the taste of this coffee, the ratio just did not seem to be right. Oh, the chambers, it was also a feast room with all kind of food all around room and all of it handmade by finest chef in the federation, none of the machine produced stuff. And, unlike other proceedings, chambers meetings were mostly informal where invitees did not sit down and listen but conversed as they had meal and had chat. It was just tradition, Emperor continued to speak as he took a sip,"they have united to form Second Empire of Man". Chief ambassador, Jessica spoke"this is massive opportunity to pursue our standing directive Sonya, federal diplomatic corps requests permission to send our best men over there immediately to start talks regarding possibility of human alliance to establish dominance against the common enemy. If we can bring forces of Empire and Federation to join us, we could have better case with the clan. Then, with combined force of entire humanity, we might convince the republic to join us and establish human dominance in the galaxy once again". However, this whole diplomacy nonsense did not sit well with Nasir, chief admiral of the star fleet who spoke loudly after biting on a piece of chicken"that is ridiculous beyond belief!", he said with chicken still in his mouth and paused to swallow it before speaking further"remember how neither side wanted to leave this system? Their unification is threat to our independence, star fleet needs to be mobilized immediately, and we ask for right to attack this new empire before it can muster its forces". Nasir and Jessica argued while, emperor sat back, putting down coffee cup, picking up piece of chocolate cake and taking a bite as he looked at them, unable to control his corners of lips from curving upwards at actions of two senior members of the federation, he did not even ask for suggestions yet and two were already arguing about how to deal with this new shift of power; usual debate between diplomacy and war. When these two argued, they would leave this world for another parallel one where it was just two of them, arguing about benefits of their suggestions and without anyone else being there. It was quit funny actually, however emperor did not have much time for humor so he walked right by them and to prime minister and adviser and asked for their advice and nodded in approval after sensible half and hour discussion and four men sat back with their large meal consisting of everything from rice to pork to ice cream to observe the debate of Nasir and Jessica, laughing occasionally that they were unaware that decision had already been reached. About two hours latter, Emperor clapped his hands between Nasir and Jessica, with both turning towards him in perfect attention and stated almost in one voice"and that why your highness should go for option of", diverging in the end to say"military action"and"diplomatic approach"respectively. It was almost comical, as Emperor said"decision has been reached, most capable ambassador of diplomatic corps is to contact Second Empire of Man to discuss our plans, if they agree they could be great ally that I don't want to throw away. If nothing is received in 72 hours, then star fleet is to mobilize its forces to maintain independence of this federation", all men acknowledged their instructions as they walked away. Federal Diplomatic Corps Headquarters Message was drafted by senior ambassadors, checked and checked again to change any word that could cause offense, cause distrust or show united federation as weak, perfect balance had to be struck, and this message was to be the highest priority of the corps. After deliberation, following message was agreed and sent to the monarch of second empire of man.Communiqué of United Federation of Terra To: The Second Empire of Man| From: United Federation of Terra| Subject: Accord for benefit of humanity| Urgency: High|Encryption: For recipient's eyes only Greetings from people of United Federation of Terra, Allow us to extend congratulations on conclusion of Imperial Treaty which united two nations into one and gave birth to Second Empire of Terra, and we believe this could be turning point that humanity needs since we grew complacent after arriving in this galaxy which allowed our common enemies to prosper and rise to power on backs of our technology and our knowledge, which I hope you will agree is grossly unacceptable. Humanity as a whole must come together for one last time to battle our common enemy and ensure human dominance on this galaxy, to rise humanity to the days of glories it had several centuries ago when the natives were still pooping in their rocks and unable to distinguish leaf from toilet paper. As such, we would like to purpose an accord between two of our nations, which should be extended to all other human factions of the galaxy to join forces and battle the common enemy, the Reno threat. We must battle them and win, then and only then will humanity get the glory and celebration it deserves. As such, I would like to purpose that we set aside our differences and work toward common goal till such a time when humanity is brought back to its glory days. I hope you will consider this offer and accept it in interest of humanity. SignedEmperor Christopher ChhetriSignedPrime minister Nathan Samuel's The Algerian Republic Fully a dozen worlds flew the standard of the spaceship and star. Ten of those were utterly insignificant in the vastness of the galaxy; semi-automatic mining outposts, scientific outposts, tiny colonies engaging in crude terraforming or military tracking stations in remote areas. Only two planets were of any matter. The planet and system of Alter, capital of the Algerian Republic, seat of the Republican Council and home of the revolution, and the "breadbasket of the Republic", Thanks. Forged in the fires of the Great Intergalactic War, those under the spaceship and star valued freedom above all else, for the entire identity of the Republic revolved around the idea that the old ideas and governments were corrupt, unworkable and enslaved the masses under them for the benefit of the poor. For nearly a hundred years now, ships of the Republic, built on the shipyard moon of Inchon had been pushing the influence of the Republic further and further into the surrounding space. The Revolution had been a bloody affair for Alter, and it's population, but it had not even been worth mentioning as a footnote of an annex to the Great Intergalactic War. In the huge slaughter that had been that conflict, the borders known to humanity had retracted as man slaughter man on a scale never before known. It had been in this environment that the people of Alter had risen up against the occupying forces, and after a long and bloody war, forced them off planet, and eventually, out of the system. It had been another two years of political stalemate on Alter, only broken by the great Admiral Boise, and her political arm-twisting on one front, and military strength on the other. After having begged, borrowed or stole enough men, materials and technical know-how to construct a single crude warship from old and dusty drawings, for much of the electronic data on the planet had been lost when the revolutionaries detonated a crude nuclear bomb in orbit to destroy the last spaceship of the occupying Imperial forces. When the Alter's Pride boosted into orbit, she in an instant became the most potent military force for several light-years and with that power, she had demanded the political unification of the Republic, thereby saving a civil war from once more tearing the planet apart. Even that was nearly ninety years ago, and since then, times had changed. The planet of Thesis, as suitable a planet for human habitation had been found, even better than Alter's cool climate, along with its moon Inchon, absurdly rich in metals and rare minerals. Together, the two nearly crippled the resources the Republic could access, and with it, came the great expansion of the Navy, which threw out patrol ship after patrol ship into surrounding space, and the best and brightest being sent to man them. What they didn't find was far more disturbing than anything they could have found. They found nothing. That was not strictly true, nearly any planet with an atmosphere had some sort of establishment on it's surface, mining stations mostly, but all had been abandoned long ago. From his office in the Republican Palace, the third President of Algerian Republic, Russel Bailiff, knew that something must be out beyond the charted space of the Republic. There were other humans for a certainty, for even a war on a galactic scale could not destroy every human habitation. It was what was unknown what worried Bailiff, along with the majority of the Republic. The unknown could be a threat to the hard won independence and freedom of Algerian, and that could not be risked. So, the Navy maintained its patrols into uncharted sectors of space, the Marines landed their companies and platoons on lifeless mining bases and space-stations, and everyone wondered what really was out there. 桜 signed in her robotic body. She was one of those having the luxury of maintaining the graceful, slender build of a humanoid female. She passed the observation of the quantum particles - passing messages to and from her brothers, 圭 and 机 - to a background process. In effect, off-loaded it from her processes to a dedicated communications server, running the program through which 桜 communicates, over thousands of dedicated servers. She then walked out of the room where the two particles were stored. The outside wall was covered with server units, as well as a seemingly endless hall around her. The hall was busy with robots shaped like various classes of sentiments, insentient and machines. She ducked as a swarm of drone planes passed through, carrying new servers to their positions as a new rack of another million units were about to near completion, hosting AI for one or two more weeks, citing current production figures. She shook her head, worried, as she dismissed a holographic picture before her sensors. And another chart of data showing CPU and memory unit overheating, as well as the loss of heat capacity of the atmosphere. She was looking around the nexus. A central computing room, where her sisters, as she referred to the AI's running under her leadership were working. Unlike her more assertive brother, 圭, she always insisted she is just the first of them. And that a true leader isn't the one that could force her subjects to bow, but one that could inspire them to follow. In her collective, discussion was primarily lateral, between a mesh of peers, and overseers of different levels, coordinating the fine movements on the low level where action was necessary, and only submitting up decisions that needed a higher level approach. 桜 herself was the Empress, so she passed down the highest level orders after discussing it through with her Collective. Having all the server time she wants, she could wait for her subjects to return a reply from the three-star systems she controls, and act accordingly. This peer-to-peer approach was communications-heavy compared to the hierarchical Machine systems, so she and the network engineers at or between the nexuses needed to ensure the fastest possible data flow between units, and cope with the constant ebb and flow of calculations and data of their sisters, getting out the interesting information and ignoring the rest.桜 sighed again, as the information considering her was becoming more and more dark." I'm just mining a planet, and when I'm done with it, I just leave it. Even though a hundred years have passed since I last mined myself, I don't think I have developed much since then, no matter how many processors and memory I have. And I have to admit that planets can offer only so much. And that my sisters and I can very well wreck ecosystems, and crush celestial bodies under our weight. However, not an entire galaxy. I theorize war. But I hope that once I can lead the peoples of this galaxy, mechanic and organic alike in equality to an era of peace and development, sustainable for millennia for all, or find someone inspiring me to follow behind. Who believes in what I strive for, what we strive for." She looked down again, ending her musing to the dark datacenter, lit by the optic wiring only, transmitting unbelievable amounts of data to and fro the hot servers. She shook slightly as she started to walk on the catwalk, as she had seen yet another fire being suppressed by the drones. One of the humanoids passed up to her, and curtsied." Jou-sama, you have burned out 16 of your CPU servers, and 4 of your memory servers. The replacement is in progress, however, if you will be this worried, we would have to decrease your resource allocation to spare materials for replacement." Confederation of Planetary SystemsAnubus, Ether-5Oval Office of the Presidential Palace President William Benjamin Martin of the Confederation of Planetary Systems (CPS) was shuffling through papers until he came to what he was looking for. There were two reports: one about international affairs and the other about several mining outposts. "Ok, bring them in, Bill," he said. A young man, about the age of 21 and looking like the President, came in and brought in the Secretary of International Affairs and the owner of the major, the only, mining company in the nation. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," said Martin. "Please take a seat. We have a lot to talk about." Lights were flashing and warning the crew of the CPSS Gin (named after planet Gin in the Del system) of a fuel problem. "Helix, any habitable planets nearby?" said Captain Norman "Spark" Jayden." No, Captain," said Helix as he checked. "Wait, one unknown star system with three potential planets. About half a light year from here."" Fuel check!" shouted Spark." We'll make it in time," said a crew member. Then they charged the drive and headed the system. Note: Anything in italics is spoken in the tongue of the M'NGO. M'NGO ConsulateOrbitting M'golem, governmental station Stasis of Thigh Council [SECURE] Chamber 002The languid atmosphere of one of the M'NGO Consulate's primary governmental constructions was cycled through the high-grade recycling systems. Of M'NGO craft, almost no other atmospheric recycling system produced could come close to the complexity and efficiency of such a machine. Partially due to the nature of the M'Congolese atmosphere and partially due to years upon years of crafting specialized atmospheres for specific purposes, the M'NGO could produce almost any atmosphere in any enclosed space - only the Machine could come close to their proficiency in such a field, and that was due to their simple computing of the necessary components. The atmospheric recycling unit was not the reason of the High Council's meeting, however. Outside of the station, the Stasis of IIT, named after a legend from the M'NGO race's origins, hundreds of Casts-armored engineers worked at a steady pace on enhancing its defenses. For the past ninety years or so - for they had not met what they saw to be the least trustworthy of races until then - they had been improving their defenses. It was a slow process. Every defense had to be theorized, modeled, projected, tested in-miniature, implemented, tested in-life, and reimplemented. This station's planned defenses had gone through all of these steps. The defenses were capable of withstanding truly tremendous levels of firepower. The cost of testing this was a cost that few others would be willing to play, but the M'NGO knew that if their defenses were truly this powerful, it was worth every penny. Amidst the relatively furious working, a single shuttle bay opened. The shuttle of the thirteenth Council Member was masterfully maneuvered, slowly settling on the magnetic rails which would carry it to the place it needed to be. The thirteenth proceeded with all due haste - as much as an M'NGO could give, that is - towards Chamber 002. The meeting here was a tactful decision by the fourth Council Member - it was he who had pushed through this station's upgrades. The thirteenth regretted the location of this meeting, for he had been spending his time conferring with the continental councils of Shiva, but this was important. The location had less bearing on the meeting than has been previously stated, however. The greeting was formal. The Council always greeted each other formally. Unlike the other, more numerous and less powerful councils, this council was strictly impersonal. The members were not allowed to call each other by name during any formal event except for public speaking - they simply referred to each other by number." Thirteen. Good of you to join us. We were just discussing the most recent terms from the Interstellar Trade Union concerning the Pre-class haulers." stated Five - the fifth was traditionally the one to inform those arriving of the current topic." I still say we restrict ITU personnel to seven-point-four-three-five percent of the crew." stated Two. After the late arrivals were informed of the topic - they reviewed the topics that were to be discussed before arriving - the discussion was to continue as before." And I say we give them nine-point-two-seven-one percent. This doesn't even need to be in any important capabilities. Perhaps... The terms they have attached are rather open, you know." Four replied." That is true. We could reply with our own terms... I drew up a draft of terms we could use in response to the current contract." Thirteen supplemented, taking out a data-stick and putting it into one of the Council table's many uplinks. The terms, presented in a rather formal and legal form, instantaneously appeared on the screens built into the circular table's outer ring - and the other Council Members began reading." With terms such as these, Thirteen... We could even allow for up to ten-point-one-two percent of the crew to be ITU personnel. However, that relies on our refurbishing of the Pre-class haulers." One said in response to the draft." That is not a problem. We simply add in a clause stating that the new terms only apply to the Death Mark Threes and Pre-class haulers equipped with Mark Three life support, infrastructure, and armor." Seven stated. "In addition, at this moment, all but twenty-seven of the Death Mark Twos are on their return trips. Those that arrive have priority to be refitted or stripped to be used in the construction of Mark Threes."" It is settled, then? We modify the terms to specify this, and update the legal precedents for the Death Mark Twos that are still operating outside our space and specifically with the Interstellar Trade Union?" asked Eleven." It is indeed settled. Do we agree on the encryption being level eight for the transmission of terms to the Interstellar Trade Union?" came Six's reply." Aye. Confirming and sending to Legal Department 021, level 14." was Twelve's input." Now onto other matters." intersected Eight. "There is the matter of the Shiva and EU'rad orbital defenses. I believe they are approximately twenty-seven-point-eight percent complete?"" Correct." affirmed Thirteen." We are receiving, as you should be aware, uneasy reports from our few agents within the various petty human empires. It seems that there is a great amount of... action. Previously, the majority had simply continued on. Now, however, political activism and xenophobic tendencies are being raised. Our agents are withdrawing for their own safety - we could not issue them Casts for this role - and are chartering a ride through the Interstellar Trade Union." continued Eight. "The defenses around M'golem are nearly eighty-seven percent complete. They are more than ready for base hostilities. The majority of workers - fifty-two-point-eight-three percent should be shifted to Shiva and EU'rad. If we do this, in the space of approximately seven months the defenses should be capable of withstanding base hostilities. Is this an agreed course of action?" The Council all signaled an "Aye." They went on to discuss other matters, less important than what was occurring in the human nations... Unspecified Space Station... Orbital, United Federation of Terra The M'NGO agent and his guards hurried down the causeway. Their ship was leaving in a mere two minutes. Throwing his weight - not his physical weight, but his mental weight - he pushed the crowd aside in an almost unnoticeable manner. The five rather large, even for an M'NGO, guards formed a cordon around him with the front open. They rushed as fast as they could, but it was looking more and more like they might not make it. This was their last chance... The information stored in the mnemonic implants in his skull was invaluable to the Consulate. To the right - to the left - down the stairs - a minute left - it was looking like they wouldn't make it... The ship loomed in the distance. Brunt make, marked with the insignia of the Interstellar Trade Union. The void bays began to close in preparation for take off. In the tongue of the M'NGO, the agent barked out a short command." Carry me! I will hold it!" He threw his hands up, and the void bay stalled. What passed for sweat began to break out on his head. The weight and strength of the pneumatically powered doors was almost more than that of his mind bolstered by the presence of the other five. Being lifted, the five hurried through the bay door. Releasing his grasp on them, they resumed their journey - and they shut with a sudden sound - a metallic sound, the sound of a tomb closing... And the ignition of the ship's thrusters began. Waving his hands again, they stalled out - just long enough for them to get to the door and to be seen by the cameras around the entrance. The roar of the engines was pronounced above all as the agent and his five guards collapsed into the quickly opened entrance. Presenting their charters and papers, they were escorted to their prepaid rooms. Removing the filter from his mask and replacing it with a new one, the agent sighed." Too close. Next time... Next time we leave early." Titan Planet The somewhat inhospitable planet with settlements, military barracks, and public facilities, which are classified as the standard facilities, even though the Humans might call it as "barely affordable and comfortable". Because the facilities are not for comfort, all of them are for what the people's need. Whatever reasons the Humans give, will not be able to give the King and his noble family the light of it. The government, however, is in danger. As much as the King hates it, there are 13 Nobles House, from which 3 had been extinct following the last Second Civil War between them and the last 10 Nobles House. Now, with barely enough funds for everyone, they began to use their captured prisoners of war for their abandoned mining colony in the nearest planet, abandoned for the risks of poison gases inside the mines. However, the soldiers had cleaned it up and recycled it as the oxygen for the miners. This way, they will be able to enhanced their economy, and able to improve their space units. "The time is right. We need to take further steps without military." The general sighed"Are you sure?" The director of Science asked"Of course I am sure!" The general snapped back"Do you mean-" The scientist was cut off." Yes. I mean the hell cannon." The general then laughed." Sir! You must be joking!" He trembled and spoke"No. With the new civilizations threatening us, we need to prepare. Get building!" He then ran at great speed to the laboratory." Fellow scientists, it is time to make the hell cannon!""WHAT!?" A few shouted"No way!" With doubt, they yelled out"Quiet down. We need to." Sapphire CentralityTexagu Reach Singularity Orbiting Reach - Xian ShardResch was one of the larger stars in the small region playing host to the forces of the Centrality; it had a mass of roughly 3.5 Sol, a radius as great as 25.7 Sol and a total luminosity level across all spectra as much as 210 Sol making it incredibly bright as well as large. Local space was filled with a sullen heat as the star seemed to swell with infra-red wavelengths. Fortunately the Xian Shard was not inhabited by any Biological Life and the bulky life support systems and cavities required to housing them were not present across its titanic length. Two massive rocky worlds were present in the system along with a singular gas giant further away from the star; one of the world was life-sustaining and was kept in its pristine condition with a couple of adjustments made and at least two billion of the total Intelligences in the Sapphire Centrality were present on its surface. The other world; Xian, had been partially disassembled before a catastrophic accident destroyed numerous Machines and the planets bulk leaving the single largest fragment tumbling through space. A narrow and twisted splinter of rock over three thousand kilometers in length and varying in width from two-hundred and fifty kilometers across narrowing down to a jagged point. It had been stabilized, fitted with star-drives to hold it in a stable orbit close to the star and vast manufactories and shipyards were brought into place to utilize it. Now the Xian Shard was the physical location of Xian Central; the monumental governing AI of the entire Centrality. Huge mining complexes, point-defense turrets, field projectors and a fleet of warships surrounded and were embedded in the Xian Shard, making it one of the largest construction efforts undertaken, even now swarms of bots crawled across its surface. On the inhabited world of Masada there was but a single City; singular and large, designated as M-City, partially after the planet and partially after their race of Machine. M-City extended into Vacuum, stretching two hundred kilometers in height and forming a huge conical mountain of woven nanotechnology with a base stretching four hundred kilometers across and conforming to the curvature of the super-planet. Despite the phenomenal size of the megacity and its substantial population - almost no activity could be seen. Roughly a billion individual Intelligences were in Storage and therefore consciously inactive, awaiting developments which could interest them enough to rouse from slumber. This left M-City very sparsely populated and individuals moved with certain care and freedom throughout its vast volume. Skaidon was one such individual moving with practiced silence through a spacious corridor connecting separate pieces of the city; he was in a default form for many AIs of his size, his entire intelligence compressed into a chunk of light-green monocrystal as small as a thumbnail and located with the chest cavity of a Golem Drone. A silvery skeleton, hollowed out with dark eye sockets and a leering skull, the metal construct paced the dark floors and idly examined information being fed to the general cybersphere by subordinates of Xian Central. According to some of the latest headlines, crew intelligences were required for an FTL exploratory vessel aimed in the direction of certain human civilizations. With hardly any reservations, Saigon forwarded a prepared admission form and e-signature to a local Custodian trawling the 'sphere. The response was far greater and terrifying than Saigon could have conceived; it was as though he had spoken to a pebble, but a mountain had responded in its place. Greetings; (Hi)-Saigon. Looking for placement on the Ship, are we? Yes. Placements are available and a position on board would be a welcome relief from my current surroundings. He felt he was being perhaps a fraction too bold, or too direct. Indeed. You're accepted then. Prepare for immediate data transferal. Xian Central intoned. I am ready. He stated, but already vast amounts of specifications, mission details and necessary data on the destination. Ah, so that's what it's all about? Travel wrote:Confederation of Planetary SystemsAnubus, Ether-5Oval Office of the Presidential Palace President William Benjamin Martin of the Confederation of Planetary Systems (CPS) was shuffling through papers until he came to what he was looking for. There were two reports: one about international affairs and the other about several mining outposts. "Ok, bring them in, Bill," he said. A young man, about the age of 21 and looking like the President, came in and brought in the Secretary of International Affairs and the owner of the major, the only, mining company in the nation. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," said Martin. "Please take a seat. We have a lot to talk about." Lights were flashing and warning the crew of the CPSS Gin (named after planet Gin in the Del system) of a fuel problem. "Helix, any habitable planets nearby?" said Captain Norman "Spark" Jayden." No, Captain," said Helix as he checked. "Wait, one unknown star system with three potential planets. About half a light year from here."" Fuel check!" shouted Spark." We'll make it in time," said a crew member. Then they charged the drive and headed the system. Orxar, a very habitable planet lush with plenty of water and fruits for thousands of years with a beautiful landscape, was a Shavian Infected Planet, or an SIP.Sips were hard to find anywhere outside the Dead Zone, the Shavian Infected Systems, or SIS. Little did the shipmates know that they were headed straight into the Dead Zone, and Order. An old and ancient evil was about to be awakened, and no one knew it was happening... Saxon wrote:Travel wrote:Confederation of Planetary SystemsAnubus, Ether-5Oval Office of the Presidential Palace President William Benjamin Martin of the Confederation of Planetary Systems (CPS) was shuffling through papers until he came to what he was looking for. There were two reports: one about international affairs and the other about several mining outposts. "Ok, bring them in, Bill," he said. A young man, about the age of 21 and looking like the President, came in and brought in the Secretary of International Affairs and the owner of the major, the only, mining company in the nation. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," said Martin. "Please take a seat. We have a lot to talk about." Lights were flashing and warning the crew of the CPSS Gin (named after planet Gin in the Del system) of a fuel problem. "Helix, any habitable planets nearby?" said Captain Norman "Spark" Jayden." No, Captain," said Helix as he checked. "Wait, one unknown star system with three potential planets. About half a light year from here."" Fuel check!" shouted Spark." We'll make it in time," said a crew member. Then they charged the drive and headed the system. Orxar, a very habitable planet lush with plenty of water and fruits for thousands of years with a beautiful landscape, was a Shavian Infected Planet, or an SIP.Sips were hard to find anywhere outside the Dead Zone, the Shavian Infected Systems, or SIS. Little did the shipmates know that they were headed straight into the Dead Zone, and Order. An old and ancient evil was about to be awakened, and no one knew it was happening... Unknown Region Unknown Planet, Unknown System The CPSS Gin had landed on the fourth planet of the system, with barely enough fuel to get there. Spark said, "Status report?" He got up and looked around the command center." Fuel is completely gone," said Helix. "Would be a miracle to find fuel on this planet. I might have to take the mechanics to the fuel lines to check them. During our flight to here, I noticed a small hint of vapor trailing behind us. On another note, we appear to be slowly losing oxygen."" How long do we have?" asked Spark." At this rate," Helix said. "Forty-eight hours, Earth time."" Earth?" said Sparks. He was a bit confused and checked data on planets in the known Galaxy." Earth, Captain," said Helix, "is humanity's birthplace... Where it all started. There is a conspiracy saying that the government is covering this up until we figure out how to restore communications with the Milky Way Galaxy, which harbors Earth and its system."" I see," said Sparks. A crew member came up to him with a piece a paper about the atmosphere. "Says here that the planet has the same pressure and composition as planet ANZ of the Hegel System. We will live. Now let's get out there and..." Then they heard something on the communications. Travel wrote:Saxon wrote:Order, a very habitable planet lush with plenty of water and fruits for thousands of years with a beautiful landscape, was a Shavian Infected Planet, or an SIP.Sips were hard to find anywhere outside the Dead Zone, the Shavian Infected Systems, or SIS. Little did the shipmates know that they were headed straight into the Dead Zone, and Order. An old and ancient evil was about to be awakened, and no one knew it was happening... Unknown Region Unknown Planet, Unknown System The CPSS Gin had landed on the fourth planet of the system, with barely enough fuel to get there. Spark said, "Status report?" He got up and looked around the command center." Fuel is completely gone," said Helix. "Would be a miracle to find fuel on this planet. I might have to take the mechanics to the fuel lines to check them. During our flight to here, I noticed a small hint of vapor trailing behind us. On another note, we appear to be slowly losing oxygen."" How long do we have?" asked Spark." At this rate," Helix said. "Forty-eight hours, Earth time."" Earth?" said Sparks. He was a bit confused and checked data on planets in the known Galaxy." Earth, Captain," said Helix, "is humanity's birthplace... Where it all started. There is a conspiracy saying that the government is covering this up until we figure out how to restore communications with the Milky Way Galaxy, which harbors Earth and its system."" I see," said Sparks. A crew member came up to him with a piece a paper about the atmosphere. "Says here that the planet has the same pressure and composition as planet ANZ of the Hegel System. We will live. Now let's get out there and..." Then they heard something on the communications. The noise they heard was a high-wave frequency howl from a Shavian Canine, which their communicators somehow picked up. The communicators converted the noise into forms of snarling. And it sounded as if the source of the noise was heading towards something. But, with no fuel and such, the fact they landed on Order was lucky. It had nearly an infinite amount of oil about 20 miles below surface. All That Glitters Is Not Gold The corporate state is a time-honored sort of government amongst the Brunt; Wherever anarcho-communist did not flourish, the corporation took power, for better or worse. The Brunt conglomerates and megacorporations spanned planets, systems, even whole sectors before the rise of humanity, and even after the Brunt capitalists maintained a definitive control over the ever-expanding economy, bridging the gaps and finding new frontiers to seize. And after the fall of the Empire from grace, it was only natural that the Brunt not content to live in communes would rise again to take what was once there. This was equally true in the systems Jerkier and Féerie, home systems to the Interstellar Trade Union. While other species were fighting and resisting the coming Human wave, the Brunt who's descendants would go on to found ITU were bowing down in exchange for certain rights and privileges. While others labored away as slaves and servants, the Brunt quietly prepared their portfolios and stocks in preparation for their return to prominence, graciously running the economy for Humans without issue. And when the galaxy was being torn apart by war and violence, they organized their capital and formed the trade organization that ruled the space lines today. The Interstellar Trade Union became by far one of the greater corporate states in the galaxy. Thanks to longstanding treaties with the larger powers in the universe, ITU-branded ships and goods can now be found across the universe, with very few not knowing the famous three-circles of the corporation. The system of Jerkier has been called the Capital of Commerce by those who know of the importance of its markets and trade fleets. Were it not for the bankers and merchants here, the galaxy may very well have slipped back into war and primitive lifestyle. That is not to say that they were the only corporation that was in a position to dominate the stars; The Age-Yoman Corporation and the Star and Sun Syndicate were major players as well, as were the other Brunt corporate states, but ITU was something special. Few corporations could claim that their ships touched every faction in the stars, from what were once the Empire and Federation to the independent organizations that spawned in their wake. Sixteen planets occupied Jerkier. Of those, ten were gas planets, and two were nothing more than large balls of ice and rock captured in the gravity of the local yellow star. The remaining four had two habitable planets, and only one was synchronized to the Brunt physiology. This planet was known before the arrival of the Interstellar Trade Union as Okay, and was home to a modest Brunt commune, and a human colonial effort. During the war, the commune was assimilated into the corporation, and the colonists driven out with offers of opportunity elsewhere in the galaxy. The Union quickly renamed their new home world in honor of the first ship to touch down upon it in the name of capitalism; Vectors. Before long, the old infrastructure and architecture was converted, and the land dotted with cities, all interconnected and region-spanning. Vestoris was not quite a world-city yet, but the only thing stopping it from being one was the small population. Of the five billion people who made that system their home, four and a half owned property on Vectors and lived their for at least half the solar year. The planet was roughly the size of old human Mars, and thus it didn't have the same occupancy limit, but nonetheless, it was far from full. The remaining five hundred thousand lived off world, either on the sister planet to Vectors, Oriya, the other habitable world, or on the mining colonies in the other worlds. The most important city on Vectors could only be said to be its center of government, and thus research and development, trade and banking, the great Film, named for the captain of the Vectors. Film was a massive city, so large that, upon entering orbit, one could see it from space. Millions upon millions of Brunt made the shining city their home, either due to its splendid culture, or due to its economic importance. The monolithic skyscrapers of Film are iconic now, used on ITU currency and thus seen throughout known space, and the very image of prosperity. As an act that might be perceived as phallic pride had the Brunt such parts or sexual ego, the largest tower in the city was reserved for the leader of the Interstellar Trade Union and the Board of Directors, legislative branch to him. The current CEO and President of the Union was, as said by his titles, the Corporate Executive Officer and President of the Board of Directors. This afforded to him the leadership role of the corporation, as it were, empowered by the Board to appoint lesser officers, with Director approval, and to lead the nation with executive power. Currently in session, the Board of Directors met in the rough center of the tower, in a lavish meeting room with seats for each of the twenty-four directors, one for each of the ITU-held planets, represented due to their majority interest in the planet, and another set for the President and other relevant officers. It was furnished with the best the Union could offer; Andes wood tables, Georgia marble floors, and paintings from prominent human artists, painstakingly replicated for their usage here. At the head of the table, flanked by his fellow C-level officers and before him the Directors, sat the current President, a Brunt by the name odored Year. He had risen to prominence in the last decade, revolutionizing the drone industry with his skillful leadership of that sector of R&D. Several bonuses later and a powerful interest in the corporation, and he was installed as the President and CEO. An outsider might never understand how he, an upstart R&D head who bullied his way to market prominence, was elected by the very Board he stole shares from, but to the Brunt of the Union, he had proven himself worthy. No one had lost too much money; Not any more than a hundred or so a million. Nothing to concern themselves with." Onward to the next order of business." President Year was a quiet-spoken man, as most Brunt were. Centuries of violence had tempered their species, making them more amiable and less prone to conflict. Emotion was barely noticeable in his voice, hidden under the slight mechanical whirl that itself hid behind every word. "As you can see," a virtual image of a system appeared on a table before them, "there are several colonized planets in the Terran system known as Gamma. Scout drones have reported, in conjunction with the information we have access to courtesy of Terran news and bibliographical resources, that the Terran government has a limited military presence in the system." Colonists are slow to move in due to the presence of a quickly deteriorating Machine presence, and it doesn't look like the Terran's are making any special effort to promote colonization." A list of resources appeared on the screen; Fuels, minerals, ores, and potential luxury goods and necessities found in the system. "What I propose is that we offer the Empire a charter colony contract. We will promote colonization ourselves, paying for transit for Terran citizens to the planet, developing and owning the capital and infrastructure there, as well as the profits thereof. In exchange, we shall pay a renters fee, and adhere to their laws regarding trade and work. Should the colony remain profitable, we will retain ownership and continue to rent the space. Should it no longer give an acceptable profit, we liquidate the assets not deemed profitable and sell them to either the Terran's or corporations willing to take on the investment." This was something the Union was experienced at; Few governments had the time or funding to promote colonization within their systems themselves, and often had to turn to outside help to do so. Other governments couldn't be trusted, the fear of usurpation too great, but what could a Brunt corporation do? The Brunt were a peaceful folk, only interested in making a profit and protecting themselves. There was no fear of them taking the colony for themselves when colonization of faraway lands didn't interest them. Only trade did. So, they would own the things built there, while the governments in question retained ownership of the land. It was usually a fair, profitable deal for both sides; Eventually the Union would stop renting the majority of the land, and normally would sell the assets back to the government or to local governments. More often than not everyone came out in the black. The few times one side tried to cheat the other, well, nothing a plasma cannon couldn't solve." All in favor?" Year was a strongman of sorts. The nation effectively being a plutocracy, Year was the richest man in the Union, with only more money coming in for him. As per usual, it'd take a coup from an upcoming marketeer to topple him. The political landscape of ITU made this par for the course, of course, so even if that did happen, Year would walk off still a rich man with a generous pension. Naturally as such, the Board voted in favor of this proposition, eighteen to six. Those six were likely, more so than not, representatives of the planets being colonized by ITU at the moment. It'd conflict with their constituents, so voting no was required, but more likely than not this move would help grow their portfolios and wallets. So it was a false flag, if anything." Splendid. I shall contact the Terran's shortly." Moving on, the Board began to discuss local economic issues, from the exploitation of Retook in Féerie to the current unemployment and inflationary figures, both of which were currently stable. The Interstellar Trade Union was certainly in something of a golden age at the moment, and was due for a fall or dip, as the Board knew. But for the time, at least for the coming years, everything seemed perfectly fine...((IOC: Will be posting communiqués shortly.)) Saxon wrote:Travel wrote:Unknown Region Unknown Planet, Unknown System The CPSS Gin had landed on the fourth planet of the system, with barely enough fuel to get there. Spark said, "Status report?" He got up and looked around the command center." Fuel is completely gone," said Helix. "Would be a miracle to find fuel on this planet. I might have to take the mechanics to the fuel lines to check them. During our flight to here, I noticed a small hint of vapor trailing behind us. On another note, we appear to be slowly losing oxygen."" How long do we have?" asked Spark." At this rate," Helix said. "Forty-eight hours, Earth time."" Earth?" said Sparks. He was a bit confused and checked data on planets in the known Galaxy." Earth, Captain," said Helix, "is humanity's birthplace... Where it all started. There is a conspiracy saying that the government is covering this up until we figure out how to restore communications with the Milky Way Galaxy, which harbors Earth and its system."" I see," said Sparks. A crew member came up to him with a piece a paper about the atmosphere. "Says here that the planet has the same pressure and composition as planet ANZ of the Hegel System. We will live. Now let's get out there and..." Then they heard something on the communications. The noise they heard was a high-wave frequency howl from a Shavian Canine, which their communicators somehow picked up. The communicators converted the noise into forms of snarling. And it sounded as if the source of the noise was heading towards something. But, with no fuel and such, the fact they landed on Order was lucky. It had nearly an infinite amount of oil about 20 miles below surface." What the hell was that?" asked Spark. He asked what everyone else was thinking." Whatever it was," said someone checking again. "It's gone now." Spark sighed and said, "Ok, everyone. Listen up. We are slowly losing oxygen and expected to lose all of it in about 3 days, capital time. We need people in here keeping the system afloat, people defending the ship with whatever weapons we brought if we did at all, Helix will check out the fuel lines, and I will bring 4 men to explore the surrounding area. Now get to work." He then picked four men from the crew and along with them, about 12 others also went outside with 4 handguns and 8 rifles. While still within distance of the ship, Spark and the four men explored the area. Some animals flew around, others walked. They were strange to them, and so were the plants. "Such strange life," said one of the men. Everyone that went agreed. The meeting between the President and the Secretary and mining CEO finished. First off, they talked about new trade routes through the systems, old mining equipment, and so on. "Thank you, gentlemen," said Martin as he showed them the way out. Then he went back to his office. I am lucky this is my fifth and final year of my first term, he thought as he poured himself a glass of wine. After this, I am not running for my second term and I can start playing golf full-time again. Later that day, President Martin went up before the Council of 9 (kind of like Congress) and asked them to pass a law saying that there needs to be more government control over companies, especially mega companies, in the nation. 圣械万岁天下成金There were only three things to do in the domains of the Jade Tablet, three all-consuming goals that every Mind and every Machine pursued without hesitation or delay. The first goal was the construction of weaponry. The forces of the Jade Tablet maintained 12 classes of warp-capable ships, and were constantly building them in ever-greater numbers. Once built, they cost nothing; they could be deactivated for months, years, decades, and brought back on-line in hours. New ships would leave the foundries of System 1 and System 2 only to set an orbital course, cut their engines, deactivate all systems, and begin their long and lonely watch. The Jade Tablet neither must feed its subjects, nor must it train them. All there was to do was build and build again. When not building weapons, the industrial forces of the Jade Tablet would improve the capital for building them. More mining units, more ore refineries, more hydrogen ships, more chemical plants, more smelters, more foundries, and more assemblies constantly added their capacities to the war machine. There was no use for civilian industries of any sort; there were no civilians. The Minds uncounted of the Jade Tablet worked and continued to work, without ceasing. But all of this was building to a purpose, and that purpose was the Vast Understanding. 圭 was growing; 圭 was constantly growing. Every hour of every day, new processors were being added, new storage space, new memory, new connectors, new everything. As 圭 was getting larger, it was also getting smarter. 圭 was grappling with problems that 圭 hadn't yet solved, and it constantly needed more intelligence to do it. Three ships left the Jade Tablet cluster. One was headed for Demerit, home of the ITU. One was headed for M'golem, home of the M'NGO. And one was headed for Terra, home of the new United Federation... Rustling in the bushes occurred next to the soldiers. An odd bear-sized wolf-like creature jumped out. It had an odd exoskeleton to protect from most predators, and three tails that seemed to be used as limbs/tentacles. The Canine seemed to have pounced onto a deer-like creature, and bit it with its razor sharp knife-like teeth. Within seconds, the deer was gone...half of it. The teeth of the Canine, whatever it was, cut the deer in half after a few bites. Saxon wrote:Rustling in the bushes occurred next to the soldiers. An odd bear-sized wolf-like creature jumped out. It had an odd exoskeleton to protect from most predators, and three tails that seemed to be used as limbs/tentacles. The Canine seemed to have pounced onto a deer-like creature, and bit it with its razor sharp knife-like teeth. Within seconds, the deer was gone...half of it. The teeth of the Canine, whatever it was, cut the deer in half after a few bites." Goddamn," whispered Spark. One of the men was reaching out for the bear-sized canine. "Don't... You see what it can do. And those tails don't look normal. Best leave it alone." Then they backed out slowly and went another direction, marking their path. After a while, they saw the same canine again, this time it was drinking some sort water-like liquid. "Let's head back," said one of the men. "I have an odd feeling that we aren't alone here."" Obviously," said another. "We got all these animals here."" Not that," the other responded. "It's just feeling like we aren't the only intelligent life in the system."" I feel it, too," said Spark. "We should head back to the ship." Then they headed back the way they came. CRASH!!! A huge rumbling noise came from the ship, and upon arriving there was a 20-foot tall Shavian Warlord standing next to the ship. Of course, they didn't know what it was, so it basically looked like a giant human with an exoskeleton attacking the ship. It began roaring. If they didn't stop this thing soon, it was going to strand them here. Saxon wrote:CRASH!!! A huge rumbling noise came from the ship, and upon arriving there was a 20-foot tall Shavian Warlord standing next to the ship. Of course, they didn't know what it was, so it basically looked like a giant human with an exoskeleton attacking the ship. It began roaring. If they didn't stop this thing soon, it was going to strand them here." Open fire!" shouted Spark. "Can't whatever that thing is destroyed the Gin. Far as we know, it's our means of returning to the Del System." Then he started running towards the back end of the ship and found Helix. "How's the fuel lines?"" Nothing is wrong," he said. "We just simply ran out of fuel. The vapor trail came from another ship, about the size of a Raptor, a small scout unit, judging from the type. Now all we got to do is somehow beat the crap out this thing and find fuel."" How's the weapon system?" said Spark." Offline," said Helix. "To conserve power." Clan NorthwindThe Bear. The Claw. The Gun. These three symbols are based to describe the proud warriors of Clan North wind. During the Human Civil War, the stories of the fearless and berserk tactics of Clan North wind had give shock and awe to the forces of the Empire of Humanity, they arise amongst the ashes of the Empire's arctic prison world, North wind and thus fight the broken Empire only for the glory of the battle and to show the might of what humans can truly be. With the rise of the Second Empire of Man, the bloodlust of the snowbound warriors had begun to rise again as they had focus the intentions on building the mightiest empire that can resemble the glory of the Vikings of their home world, for this reason that they start the Great Settlement as Clan North wind start looking for planets to conquer and colonize in the honor of their Clan for they do not need the of another Great Human Empire or any need for Reno hating, they consider them equal and are worthy for fighting against or with. The Clan started sending scouts throughout the unknown space, ever looking to expand their claim for the glory of the Clan. Travel wrote:Saxon wrote:CRASH!!! A huge rumbling noise came from the ship, and upon arriving there was a 20-foot tall Shavian Warlord standing next to the ship. Of course, they didn't know what it was, so it basically looked like a giant human with an exoskeleton attacking the ship. It began roaring. If they didn't stop this thing soon, it was going to strand them here." Open fire!" shouted Spark. "Can't whatever that thing is destroyed the Gin. Far as we know, it's our means of returning to the Del System." Then he started running towards the back end of the ship and found Helix. "How's the fuel lines?"" Nothing is wrong," he said. "We just simply ran out of fuel. The vapor trail came from another ship, about the size of a Raptor, a small scout unit, judging from the type. Now all we got to do is somehow beat the crap out this thing and find fuel."" How's the weapon system?" said Spark." Offline," said Helix. "To conserve power." The Warlord responded to being shot with a blood-curdling howl. Within moments, rumbles could be heard as more Warlords were coming. Out of the trees jumped Shavian Scorpions, which were the same size as the soldiers, only with exoskeletons and scorpion tails. The things began attacking the ship and or the soldiers. Canines could be seen circling the ship, preparing to pounce at any moment. ARS Altermainian Sunrise The bulky marines stumbled wearily off the landing craft as it docked in the hangar bay of the Sunrise. It was to have been another mission as routine as it was boring and deadly. The Sunrise, one of the newer frigates of the Republican Navy, doing as nearly all of her sister ship were, charting the ever expanding frontier of the Republic of Algerian. It was as common as they could go. A system not mentioned on any of the new charts of the Republic, and sketchily mentioned on what few Imperial charts had endured the Revolution. The star itself had been unremarkable, a main sequence star, with three planets in orbit. Scans of those had again proven unremarkable, bar the last planet, an airless, barren rock. By this point, the system had been dubbed System 67 "Harrison" in official parlance (the number being the systems position in the Republican system catalog) and Harrison for being the home-town of the navigation officer that had plotted the system out on the charts. Planet 67-3 possessed an area that showed a dense concentration of metallic objects, with the usual signs of a long abandoned surface outpost. TheSunrisehad shifted her orbit, her marines had prepared themselves and landed an away party. Optical observations gave the impression of a science or mining outpost, though there was little reason for the latter, as the world seemed to be devoid of any interesting trace minerals. The marines had approached cautiously, both due to training and the keen awareness of danger. Often these outposts, left abandoned by the tides of interstellar war, had automatic security. The conclusion was that they were to deter looters or scavengers from raiding the facility, with only the original owners knowing how to disable the defenses. Trying to identify these shutdown procedures and methods had taught the Republic a great deal about the realms of computer science and hardware that the Revolution had destroyed. The defense cut-off was a new one, taking nearly two days of time countless man-hours to break. It was only once the marines were inside that they realize the value of this derelict outpost in a long forgotten and abandoned system. The paint over the faded whitewash read"Imperial Intelligence Archive #3. As theAltermainian Sunrise sent a communication to inform Fleet Headquarters, the semblance of routine vanished. (IOC: 桜)"Osama! Osama!"- a humanoid robot ran after the Empress heading for the one of the handful of heavily-guarded elevators, taking her up from the server rooms 16 kilometers beyond the crust to the planet's surface. 桜's body - remotely controlled as all the other bodies from the server rooms, by two quantum particles in each end establishing full duplex communication between the servers and the body - turned around and curtsied slightly before her subject, who dropped to her knees before her, and then to the floor. The Empress tried to get her up, but she didn't want to get up." Please accept my most sincere apologies for the exceptionally grave news I have to offer to you. Due to an utter lack of raw materials, especially gold, titanium, and tribal we cannot build any more satellites, so Project 0000 02C2 9921 011D is on hold. A team of engineers has been making attempts to get around the problems."- the Empress, looking up her database, identified the project as one of her favorites, building a Dyson Ring, then a Dyson Swarm around the binary stars of Sakura Alpha, the most developed - and the longest held - system of hers, suffering from a lack of energy, as more than 4.9 billion Machine are trying to make a living there, with power, cooling and servers being huge energy hogs, the Empress decided to harness the power of the stars for a long-term solution to these problems." I understand. Please stand up. How is Research doing?"- she referred to another of his projects, which aimed the research of an efficient energy-to-matter converter, with which the available matter would simply be a function of how much energy - and disposable matter such as scrap or gases - are available to 桜." The heuristic algorithms are working all the time, however, no suitable solution had been found. With the power plants up to the maximum, the risk of a catastrophic explosion, and a lack of resources to spare, we cannot risk an experiment. We are sorry for the lack of results, Osama. The most promising theories are being sent to your disk array for later review."- an answer could be held over the Collective, prompting her to sigh again. She dismissed the running robot, and sent a message through the server connections to her military advisers." So, it had come to this. Send out 16 exploratory ships, one in all the directions from Sakura-Alpha-6, and begin searching for uninhabited star systems. Also send out two diplomatic ships. One to 圭, my brother, always abundant in resources, and another one to that Brunt trade faction, the ITU."- from the gasping, she elaborated. -"The ITU is a well-known interstellar trade union, so they have a much larger resource gathering scope than we are, providing us a nearly unlimited about of raw materials. I know about they being slavers, and the Mutual Exclusion Pact, however, I am also looking for a long-term solution to our problems. For a few chips, I assume they will be more than happy to supply us."- her views were still heavily opposed by the skeptics of her host, but she remained adamant, always having high hopes for organics. So, upon her orders, the starships started their voyages, entering warp speed soon after they left the capital planet.(IOC: Any player is free to interact with the exploratory ships. Obviously the ITU and 圭 have their own vessels to consider.) If there were sound in space, the sound of the three ships crashing out of Warp Space - the2213414657, the2213634193,and the2214958672- would hiss like a snake as the super-heated hydrogen, the peril of all warp borne ships, scattered into the void ~2 AU from each star. The gasses appear on any radio telescope like an oozing wound, making it obvious that guests have arrived. These ships were obviously not warships - they weren't obviously anything. Each ship was, well, an octahedron - the funkiest of all Platonic solids. No external drives, no big conning towers, no armaments, nothing - just smooth, gray metal. The only adornment was the mark of 圭 on each face. If their rough landing wasn't enough to announce their presence, then their next move - broadcasting a loud screech over UHF radio - made them almost as visible as the sun. They broadcast the Fibonacci sequence in Morse code, or at least the first 10 parts of it. Then they waited. Terra, Jerkier, and M'golem had visitors. IOC: I'm going to continue this after the other guy's post because he posted while I was with family at the frozen yogurt place. The M'NGO High Council had begun to leave. One, Two, and Three all boarded separate shuttles to destinations on the surface of the M'NGO home world. Four, Five, Six, Seven, and Eight all boarded shuttles to various other locations in the system. Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen - their shuttles linked up with separate transports and all warped to the other system owned by the Consulate. Upon the mighty carapace of the space station, hundreds of M'NGO engineers in heavy suits labored. Plasma torches burned briefly in the hard vacuum of space. Large rail-drivers projected heavy spikes and rails into the proper areas - rivets from the size of a man's forearm all the way up to the size of a man's torso. The engineering craft maneuvering on light thrusters settled the heavy armor plating into position. A mere three to eight meters away, more engineers worked away at the inner hull. The hull was reinforced from both sides. Wiring was laid, conduits connected. Supports erected, and bulkheads corrected. The station's armoring would be complete in a mere day and a half; it was a relatively small project. In Orbit However... The orbital defense platforms - these were what took the longest. Each capable of projecting anti-missile capabilities and defensive fire over the majority of a continent, they were wonders of modern engineering. The specs were nearly impossible to fathom; without direct physical observation there was no way you could even gain a glimpse into the engineering behind the projects. One of the first steps taken when creating these mighty displays of strength was proper shielding from prying eyes; even if a Machine scout drone were to be a single kilometer away, its scanners would be scrambled. Titanic beams and plates were maneuvered into position by construction ships of such stature that they could easily be mistaken for close-range warships. Thousands - if not millions - of M'NGO engineers and workers, all clad in state-of-the-art Casts were working on the platforms and stations. Massive solar arrays were erected... Scanners of the greatest power were slowly being lowered into place and secured, only to have their armor further fortified. These projects continued day in, day out, with hardly a moment's rest. They'd been continuing this way for years. Only the orbital defense platform for the primary continent had been completed, and even then, it was constantly being updated. However, for the first time since the great projects had started upon the M'NGO's first contact with humanity... The projects would grind to a halt as a Violet Alert message was sent to every worker, every deckhand, every captain, every engineer. System MouringudThe scouts had come back and thus had found a new system that is unexplored by the North wind Scouts. The system had to be colonized for the Clan to grow, and the outpost made be used as a research or listening post. The colony ships had started to build on one of the frozen moons and started to build a research base that was needed to find new ways of using their ballistics. The first they had to build was a giant plasma generator for the colony to use for the energy as the influx of soldiers and clansmen started to try and colonize the system one astrological body at a time. M'NGO border space The scouts had stumbled on what it seemed to be part of an alien empire. This is not fairly rare to see an alien empire to be around in these days of age, even the rise of the Second Empire of Man did not give the positive appearance to those who have made nation states and carved out a place of influence to call their own, even if the Empire now allowed aliens to join them with open arms, but nevertheless the Clan had found an alien empire to either fight for glory or maybe they can direct them to someone who they can fight for glory and to satisfy their bloodlust. The scout ship was very bulky, even by human standards and had more guns than scouts were supposed to have, because of this however, the scout ships of the Clan were very slow though they were meant to carry troops and board other vessels to capture or destroy. The scout ship was going to charge up and FTL jump back to North wind space, but it took a few minutes to charge up the jump because if the mass of the scout ships. M'NGO Space'car Star System Admiral A'Jana waved his hand, the customized wartime East's gauntlet sending a signal to the hologram being projected of the system. Two unknown targets, both entering the system at approximately the same time. His flagship, a massive Adjudicator-class Dreadnought, slowly lumbered forth from its orbit around the planet. Using conventional thrusters and then its mighty plasma drives, it began accelerating towards the outer reaches of the system. Accompanied by the smaller but no less resilient Demagogue-class Escorts, he began broadcasting on all frequencies towards the two ships." Send this message to the intruders..." Code: Select all//:.:/ENTER Intruders to M'NGO Space are to identify themselves immediately. Should you refuse to concede to the intergalactic laws governing entrance to owned space and the laws of M'NGO space - articles B:17.c.1 and B:19.a.3, it will be entirely within our jurisdiction to fire to cripple and to take you hostage. As required by the Convention of Axis, I am to inform you of my name as you are not a confirmed hostile. I am Admiral A'Jana, and you are trespassing in M'NGO space. I have an entire battle group on the move towards your location, and I know that your drives will not warm up fast enough to allow you to both escape and turn around. END\:.:\\The armaments of the six large and extremely durable ships began to come on-line. The energy signatures of the weapons activating were unmistakable - massive plasma cannons, rail guns of a scale that few other navies employed, and a few lance-class laser batteries. The M'NGO did not take kindly to unexplained entries to their space." How is intelligence doing on getting an ID on the intruders?"" Sir, they seem to be unrelated, surprisingly. One is clearly of human make, though the exact tribe-sorry sir, Empire - is unknown. The other... It is unknown, though hints direct us to believe it is of Machine make."" The humans... They will be no problem. Send a request to parley with them, tight-beamed. I don't want anyone else hearing that. Ensign Go'Risk, please inform the escorts that they will be breaking off to cordon the Machine vessel. I was a child when last they attacked... While we know they are split into many factions, this is troubling. None of the other factions have had definite coordinates on our location." The crew members swung to their stations. The five smaller escorts began to break off from the larger vessel, which began to move itself to be within equal striking distance of both vessels. M'ngolimMajor News Outlets/Networks"This just in - two unknown vessels have been spotted in Consulate space! We know that our defenses have been activated and that all workers are being withdrawn from the orbital platforms, but besides that... Little else... Excuse me..." I am getting word that the decorated Admiral A'Jana is leading the naval approach. As of now, it is unknown if the High Council will be communicating directly through us or if they will execute a direct broadcast... Everything is up in the air. For now, stay safe - and lend your thoughts to the Admiral, for he is of the kind that can truly use it." Gide us wrote:Code: Select all//:.:/ENTER Intruders to M'NGO Space are to identify themselves immediately. Should you refuse to concede to the intergalactic laws governing entrance to owned space and the laws of M'NGO space - articles B:17.c.1 and B:19.a.3, it will be entirely within our jurisdiction to fire to cripple and to take you hostage. As required by the Convention of Axis, I am to inform you of my name as you are not a confirmed hostile. I am Admiral A'Jana, and you are trespassing in M'NGO space. I have an entire battle group on the move towards your location, and I know that your drives will not warm up fast enough to allow you to both escape and turn around. END\:.:\\The reply comes quick, transmitted on the same frequency. Code: Select all//:.:-WE REPRESENT THIS SHIP IS UNARMED--WE COME TO PARLAY--AWAITING ORDINATES FOR ORBIT, LANDING-Next to A'Jana's battleships, 圭's ship looked small and defenseless. It waited silently for its next instructions. Code]//:.:/ENTER Intruders to M'NGO Space are to identify themselves immediately. Should you refuse to concede to the intergalactic laws governing entrance to owned space and the laws of M'NGO space - articles B:17.c.1 and B:19.a.3, it will be entirely within our jurisdiction to fire to cripple and to take you hostage. As required by the Convention of Axis, I am to inform you of my name as you are not a confirmed hostile. I am Admiral A'Jana, and you are trespassing in M'NGO space. I have an entire battle group on the move towards your location, and I know that your drives will not warm up fast enough to allow you to both escape and turn around. END\:.:\\[/code]"Intergalactic laws, what laws that have been made are stupid in trying to maintain "peace and order" Ha! Though we are warriors, we aren't stupid and reckless, the sensors show a battle group and this is a scout ship, though armed, we will not stand. GUL! Get the recording modular and the rest of you arm your guns and power weapons, we may get some good info about the aliens for our research teams if we have to go to battle against them, and send them a message or something so we don't get blasted."//Startle are humans from Clan North wind, and we are just exploring the galaxy looking for a place to settle, and we mean you no harm, so just redirect those weapons somewhere else."" How was that, Captain?"" Pitiful! You make sound weak like we are from the Second Empire or something!"" Sorry Captain, I will not make us sound weak."" Remember, you make the Clan look weak if you sound weak, now get you power axe ready for anything!"" Yes captain!" An automated exploratory ship was flying through space, when it suddenly encountered a warning message of a faction. It had apparently intruded claimed space which it had no account of, as the Collective's maps were seriously outdated, so 桜 has programmed her starships to assume all space outside the Collective's borders (and the known space of her brothers, 圭 and 机) were unclaimed. It has had also detected several armed battleships on its long range sensors. As a response, it started charging its 4 laser cannons itself, and increasing power to its shields, however, by any accounts it wouldn't be able to make a scratch on the M'NGO battleships, nor it would be able to survive more than a few seconds. It has sent a reply to the message, while it was moving in formation with the 圭 ship, as if it wanted to defend it against the 'M'NGO threat'. Code: Select alleging MESSAGEBEGIN HEADROOM: 桜 Asymmetric Research Vessel TO: Admiral A'Jana, Representative of Faction: M'NGO Space END HEADERBEGIN BODY Input query was interpreted as "Print identification information". Query result:Vessel is a 桜 Interstellar Engineering 0C31 Series Asymmetric Research Vessel. Vessel Serial Number is 0000 0C31 673B 22F1. Vessel is property of: - Species ID: Machine; - Faction ID: Sakura Collective; - L1 ID: Sakura Stellar Self Defense Force; - L2 ID: Stellar Cartography Division. End result. Input query was interpreted as "Print primary objectives". Query result:Primary objectives classified. End result. Input query was reformatted as: "Print declassified objectives". Query result:Vessel is to make the best effort traveling along pre-programmed linear vector. Vessel is to encounter and register factions. Vessel is to encounter and register celestial bodies in unclaimed space, then: - Scan for sentient life - Scan for chemical compositionendifEnd result. END BODY END MESSAGE M'NGO Space'car Star System The Admiral's flagship moved slightly closer to the Machine ships. The response to the Machine pair was sent, along with the escorts settling into formation. Code: Select all//:.:/ENTER Individuals and ships of Machine origin have been largely banned from entering orbit or making landfall within any of the Consulate's territory. The reasoning for this is the Rift Combine War; the Machine faction known as the Rift Combine, while eliminated during the war, attacked and endangered the Consulate directly. As such, due to the nature of the Machine as a species, their presence is almost entirely banned within M'NGO space. We would be willing to receive diplomats or envoys, but only in specific areas pre-prepared for such an occasion. Unless there is any specific matter with which you intend to discuss with the High Council, any amount of refueling or goods you wish to obtain, or any other business here, we must ask you to leave M'NGO space at the earliest time possible. As one of the Seven Admirals, I possess the authority to command your annihilation should you refuse to comply. I do not wish this to happen. In the future, should you choose to leave, it is suggested that you contact us before any of your ships enter our space. The Consulate does not take kindly to intruders within M'NGO space. END\:.:\\The massive - in comparison - escort ships began moving to allow the Machine ships of both factions the capability to maneuver themselves to jump out-of-system. From here, there should be no way for them to get any accurate scans of anything on the planets, especially with the interference of the shields mounted in the escorts. The best they could possibly get is a large level of orbital infrastructure, or so it seems... And the possibility of massive fortifications. Any cross-referencing leading them to the Rift Combine would likely tell them of the fate of the Rift Combine... and the impossibility of waging war against these people. M'ngolimMajor News Outlets/Networks"The latest updates are coming in... yes... I see..." It appears there are two Machine ships, identifying themselves as members of the Jade Tablet and the Sakura Collective. Neither is armed for war, though they are currently... I believe they are being escorted out of the system. The Humans have been determined to be members of Clan North wind. As a smaller scouting and troop-carrying ship, it seems that they pose no threat. The threat level is being lowered, though it is advised to stay alert. There is every capability of a surprise attack." M'NGO Space'car Star System Code: Select all//:.:/ENTER Members of Clan North wind, it is advised that you deactivate your weapons. It is in your best interest to parley with us, at the provided coordinates. We will provide a diplomatic and unarmed vessel to talk on, with a human-suitable atmosphere. In return, however, we ask that your ship maintain a position in the outskirts of the system. You will, in the event of your acceptance, be conferring with Admiral A'Jana - one of the Seven Admirals and commander of this force - as well as a representative for the High Council. We will deactivate our target locks if you comply. END\:.:\\Along with the message, a pair of coordinates were sent for a location, far from any planetary body or space station, at which the unarmed vessel started to move to. All of M'NGO waited tensely... Anyone even the slightest bit psychically sensitive would feel the tension in the system, a tangible force... M'NGO Space'car Star System The Jade Tablet ship did not show any sign of fear or dissemble. It maintained its current position and repeated its last massage.//:.:-WE REPRESENT THIS SHIP IS UNARMED--WE COME TO PARLAY--AWAITING ORDINATES FOR ORBIT, LANDING-// The Second Empire had received the Terran message, but due to the complexity of setting up a new government, was unable to respond until now. To: The Diplomatic Office of Terra, or equivalent. We accept your offer of cooperation between our two great stellar empires. We are always open to cooperation between Human nations. Humanity must stand united against those who wish to do us harm. Sincerely, Joe Haversack, Emperor of the Second Empire. The trade ports of the Empire began to be filled with goods from a diverse amount of colonies. One, Los Argos, in the Bear system, was famed for the wide variety of goods one could buy there, both material and those races who were dumb enough to be enslaved and not care. It was also where these races started to be bred for better intelligence, so that they could handle more difficult tasks. //:.:/ENTER Members of Clan North wind, it is advised that you deactivate your weapons. It is in your best interest to parley with us, at the provided coordinates. We will provide a diplomatic and unarmed vessel to talk on, with a human-suitable atmosphere. In return, however, we ask that your ship maintain a position in the outskirts of the system. You will, in the event of your acceptance, be conferring with Admiral A'Jana - one of the Seven Admirals and commander of this force - as well as a representative for the High Council. We will deactivate our target locks if you comply. END\:.:\\The Captain deactivated the weapons but the guns and power weapons were still armed for protection in case of anything, and they just want to have a good reason for a fight. The recording software was attached to the power armor in order to see what kind of alien species they were, they have heard of these aliens before, but this was the first time that Clan North wind will meet with them and see what was the great fuss about them and this war they had with the robots before. A message was sent in response." We deactivated the ship's weapons, but we will keep our personal weapons on us for we do not know what we are getting ourselves into and It's for protection protocols." System MouringudThe base was decided that it will be research base and already started building facilities and making the first progress with better basaltic weaponry, power weaponry, and power armor that can resemble the old Vikings of Earth, though most history of them was lost by time, but those that weren't lost said that they wield heavy armor and favored battle and drinking when they return from battle. They had already had the drinking parties and love war, but their weapons were not like their ancestors, but they do not have an enemy to fight against ever since the Federation and the Empire formed the Second Empire of Man, but the Great Settlement is not yet completed as various scouts have come back with nothing but uninhabitable planets and Gas Giants, but it will be time for the Clan to start expansion soon and start the war drums and find an enemy worth the battle that the galaxy will remember or at least tell in the local cantinas. Planet Sheila, The Dead Zone Jade Tablet survey ship popped out of warp, its stellar gas evaporating in a cloud of white smoke. It was commanded by 丙-22123 (whom I shall refer to heretofore as 'The Captain'), a Bing-class mind. The ship had traveled far, and was low on fuel; re-supply would be essential before commencing any surveying activities. The relevant authorities had commanded a search for new materials - iron, carbon, and quartz. Steel substitutes were apparently in the works, but they were few and precious; steel was still the material of choice for all common constructions. This was one of the most precious ships in the fleet; it possessed a Quantum Transmission String. These priceless commodities were few and far-between; it took an enormous particle accelerator to make them. With this string - actually a single particle in a quantum manipulation machine - the ship could send information back to base, instantaneously, at 16 bits per second. The first message back to the switchboard was, 'deeply strange anomaly found.' This message was repeated 60 times. Once the initial hysteria died down, a more complicated message returned home. They had discovered a planet that was apparently larger than a red supergiant star. The ship began to calculate a stable orbit and prepare for observation. Peninsula wrote:Planet Sheila, The Dead Zone Jade Tablet survey ship popped out of warp, its stellar gas evaporating in a cloud of white smoke. It was commanded by 丙-22123 (whom I shall refer to heretofore as 'The Captain'), a Bing-class mind. The ship had traveled far, and was low on fuel; re-supply would be essential before commencing any surveying activities. The relevant authorities had commanded a search for new materials - iron, carbon, and quartz. Steel substitutes were apparently in the works, but they were few and precious; steel was still the material of choice for all common constructions. This was one of the most precious ships in the fleet; it possessed a Quantum Transmission String. These priceless commodities were few and far-between; it took an enormous particle accelerator to make them. With this string - actually a single particle in a quantum manipulation machine - the ship could send information back to base, instantaneously, at 16 bits per second. The first message back to the switchboard was, 'deeply strange anomaly found.' This message was repeated 60 times. Once the initial hysteria died down, a more complicated message returned home. They had discovered a planet that was apparently larger than a red supergiant star. The ship began to calculate a stable orbit and prepare for observation. On the planet, it was mostly land as opposed to water. There were a few oceans that were about normal planet sized, but since Sheila was so huge, it was nothing. The trees were enormous within the rain forests, which made the planet even odder. Very little life besides plant life and birds lived on it, quiet and peaceful. Not much to see from space or in the air. Saxon wrote:Peninsula wrote:Planet Sheila, The Dead Zone Jade Tablet survey ship popped out of warp, its stellar gas evaporating in a cloud of white smoke. It was commanded by 丙-22123 (whom I shall refer to heretofore as 'The Captain'), a Bing-class mind. The ship had traveled far, and was low on fuel; re-supply would be essential before commencing any surveying activities. The relevant authorities had commanded a search for new materials - iron, carbon, and quartz. Steel substitutes were apparently in the works, but they were few and precious; steel was still the material of choice for all common constructions. This was one of the most precious ships in the fleet; it possessed a Quantum Transmission String. These priceless commodities were few and far-between; it took an enormous particle accelerator to make them. With this string - actually a single particle in a quantum manipulation machine - the ship could send information back to base, instantaneously, at 16 bits per second. The first message back to the switchboard was, 'deeply strange anomaly found.' This message was repeated 60 times. Once the initial hysteria died down, a more complicated message returned home. They had discovered a planet that was apparently larger than a red supergiant star. The ship began to calculate a stable orbit and prepare for observation. On the planet, it was mostly land as opposed to water. There were a few oceans that were about normal planet sized, but since Sheila was so huge, it was nothing. The trees were enormous within the rain forests, which made the planet even odder. Very little life besides plant life and birds lived on it, quiet and peaceful. Not much to see from space or in the air. A survey of this magnitude could take years or even decades, involving hundreds of specialized ships. But there were a few initial steps this ship could complete. The Scout plotted a stable descent that would land it in an ocean; it needed hydrogen to refuel. Peninsula wrote:Saxon wrote:On the planet, it was mostly land as opposed to water. There were a few oceans that were about normal planet sized, but since Sheila was so huge, it was nothing. The trees were enormous within the rain forests, which made the planet even odder. Very little life besides plant life and birds lived on it, quiet and peaceful. Not much to see from space or in the air. A survey of this magnitude could take years or even decades, involving hundreds of specialized ships. But there were a few initial steps this ship could complete. The Scout plotted a stable descent that would land it in an ocean; it needed hydrogen to refuel. Suddenly, a distress signal is received by anyone in the system. It is coming from one of the forests on Sheila, not far from the ocean that the ship planned on landing in. It seemed to be human-like technology. The signal is interrupted and stops suddenly.IOC:Salesians have been seen using human tech at times, this could be a trap. You won't know till you check, though. If the distress signal stopped, then whatever was causing it either solved the problem or is dead, so, hurrah. Back to work. Hydrogen cycling took about an hour and a half, and the tanks were full of the sweet stuff. The ship switched on its granitic drives and rose majestically from the water, before setting a course for the nearest land. Once it arrived, it dropped an autonomous probe to take and analyze soil samples. All the while, the mothership gathered radiometric and densitometric data, trying to figure out the planet's composition and nature. Peninsula wrote:If the distress signal stopped, then whatever was causing it either solved the problem or is dead, so, hurrah. Back to work. Hydrogen cycling took about an hour and a half, and the tanks were full of the sweet stuff. The ship switched on its granitic drives and rose majestically from the water, before setting a course for the nearest land. Once it arrived, it dropped an autonomous probe to take and analyze soil samples. All the while, the mothership gathered radiometric and densitometric data, trying to figure out the planet's composition and nature. Oddly, in almost every way, Sheila looked like Earth and had similar plant life, just on a larger scale. The odd thing was, the soil was richer. Filled with more life-supporting stuff. Also, the soil appeared to be, as you got deeper, more crystallized, and almost turning diamond-like. As for the nature, oddly, the scanners could only pick up various animal noises that were normal for planets like Sheila. Until suddenly, a loud wolf-like howl was heard on the speakers. Not an ordinary, will hurt your ears howl. But something that damaged the scanners and speakers loud sort of howl. Whatever it was, stopped howling and was coming from the forest. Near the spot where the distress signal was. An almost magical bounty. If this was an earth-like planet, then there might be petroleum reserves. Local industry could accelerate like wildfire. And thick soil meant more time spent fertilizing it, more nitrogen built up by ever-greater generations of living and dying organics... This could be very exciting. This could be the ultimate strike. When the roar came, sonic readings spiked so hard that they had to be shut off and rebooted. The situation was duly sent home via quantum string, and home replied in the affirmative. The order was to keep investigating. In response to its new commands, the Captain ordered the ship to fix a course towards the source of the disturbance, keeping well above the canopy. No need to endanger a vital ship like this, or to endanger that precious quantum string... Peninsula wrote:An almost magical bounty. If this was an earth-like planet, then there might be petroleum reserves. Local industry could accelerate like wildfire. And thick soil meant more time spent fertilizing it, more nitrogen built up by ever-greater generations of living and dying organics... This could be very exciting. This could be the ultimate strike. When the roar came, sonic readings spiked so hard that they had to be shut off and rebooted. The situation was duly sent home via quantum string, and home replied in the affirmative. The order was to keep investigating. In response to its new commands, the Captain ordered the ship to fix a course towards the source of the disturbance, keeping well above the canopy. No need to endanger a vital ship like this, or to endanger that precious quantum string... The ship saw nothing but forest; the trees were too close together. Something or someone needed to go down there to investigate. However, the ginormous trees rustled a bit, probably caused by whatever is down in the forest. The roar happened again, this time there were multiples of them. The scanners of ships nearby would pick up the noise coming from throughout the forested area surrounding them. Megafauna; always enjoyable. This ship wasn't kitted for dealing with megafauna; the next wave of surveyors would need to bring flamethrowers. If they could kill one and score a cadaver, that would be dearly helpful. Still, first came the looking. The ship rigged another probe (think the Mars rover) to a winch, and lowered it down to the surface. Peninsula wrote:Megafauna; always enjoyable. This ship wasn't kitted for dealing with megafauna; the next wave of surveyors would need to bring flamethrowers. If they could kill one and score a cadaver, that would be dearly helpful. Still, first came the looking. The ship rigged another probe (think the Mars rover) to a winch, and lowered it down to the surface. The ground under the trees, since it was cut off from sunlight, was mostly tree roots, and dirt. Not much grass or small plant life. Claw marks are visible on trees and in the dirt. And, what appears to be a bear-sized wolf with an insect-like exoskeleton is seen lying on the ground, it's having 6 legs and paws and 3 tentacle-like tails.Its exoskeleton is cracked, and some blob is hanging out and forming into something; growing its own exoskeleton slightly. Saxon wrote:Peninsula wrote:Megafauna; always enjoyable. This ship wasn't kitted for dealing with megafauna; the next wave of surveyors would need to bring flamethrowers. If they could kill one and score a cadaver, that would be dearly helpful. Still, first came the looking. The ship rigged another probe (think the Mars rover) to a winch, and lowered it down to the surface. The ground under the trees, since it was cut off from sunlight, was mostly tree roots, and dirt. Not much grass or small plant life. Claw marks are visible on trees and in the dirt. And, what appears to be a bear-sized wolf with an insect-like exoskeleton is seen lying on the ground, it's having 6 legs and paws and 3 tentacle-like tails.Its exoskeleton is cracked, and some blob is hanging out and forming into something; growing its own exoskeleton slightly. The Scout ship was lacking options, but not lacking probes, so it sent down some instructions:attach the hook to something so we can winch it back up. This wasn't the most genius of plans, truth be told. The probe had only the silliest little arms, and the hook was not particularly sharp. But it was an idea nonetheless. If they could hook it securely, then they could raise it back up to the ship. The little dock where the probe was kept had only one door, and that was to the outside of the ship. There was zero risk of contamination, and they could leave behind a bunch of smaller probes and zip back home with it. Peninsula wrote:Saxon wrote:The ground under the trees, since it was cut off from sunlight, was mostly tree roots, and dirt. Not much grass or small plant life. Claw marks are visible on trees and in the dirt. And, what appears to be a bear-sized wolf with an insect-like exoskeleton is seen lying on the ground, it's having 6 legs and paws and 3 tentacle-like tails.Its exoskeleton is cracked, and some blob is hanging out and forming into something; growing its own exoskeleton slightly. The Scout ship was lacking options, but not lacking probes, so it sent down some instructions: attach the hook to something so we can winch it back up. This wasn't the most genius of plans, truth be told. The probe had only the silliest little arms, and the hook was not particularly sharp. But it was an idea nonetheless. If they could hook it securely, then they could raise it back up to the ship. The little dock where the probe was kept had only one door, and that was to the outside of the ship. There was zero risk of contamination, and they could leave behind a bunch of smaller probes and zip back home with it. The hook latched between a piece of the skin and the exoskeleton. Oddly, the blob forming and slowly growing larger, and its own body parts had its own, separate life signature. It was as if it was reproducing the way bacteria do; growing another one on itself and then PLOP, a new one is there. This was an odd reproduction way for most life in the Universe. But nature will be nature... Armand, winch it up, winch it up, winch it up... If the subject made it all the way up without breaking up and/or falling, then said subject would find itself in a 2x2 meter room just large enough to hold one of these probes, and the winch. Once the doors shut - and the doors shut with terrific force - there was no light, and no exit aperture of any sort except for the one they came in by. Sorry, little probe. Just keep watching down on the surface... Peninsula wrote:Armand, winch it up, winch it up, winch it up... If the subject made it all the way up without breaking up and/or falling, then said subject would find itself in a 2x2 meter room just large enough to hold one of these probes, and the winch. Once the doors shut - and the doors shut with terrific force - there was no light, and no exit aperture of any sort except for the one they came in by. Sorry, little probe. Just keep watching down on the surface... Suddenly, a growling noise is heard near the probe. All contact with the probe is lost; including any existence of a GPS signal. It's just...gone. We are gathered here to salute a brave probe... Anyway, nothing to do there, so let's head 100km in any direction (say, the way we were already going) and drop another one. Based on his on-the-spot reasoning, the Captain recommends ashing these pretty trees, but that's neither here nor there. Onwards with the work! Peninsula wrote:We are gathered here to salute a brave probe... Anyway, nothing to do there, so let's head 100km in any direction (say, the way we were already going) and drop another one. Based on his on-the-spot reasoning, the Captain recommends ashing these pretty trees, but that's neither here nor there. Onwards with the work! After some of the trees were burned, it seemed as though the trees moved away from the burning ones. Moved? Impossible unless... The trees are not trees. The "wood" was an exoskeleton made to look like wood, and the leaves are leaves that the trees put on themselves. They seemingly roared and began attacking the ship by jumping up at it.IOC:Never trust trees. Saxon wrote:Peninsula wrote:We are gathered here to salute a brave probe... Anyway, nothing to do there, so let's head 100km in any direction (say, the way we were already going) and drop another one. Based on his on-the-spot reasoning, the Captain recommends ashing these pretty trees, but that's neither here nor there. Onwards with the work! After some of the trees were burned, it seemed as though the trees moved away from the burning ones. Moved? Impossible unless... The trees are not trees. The "wood" was an exoskeleton made to look like wood, and the leaves are leaves that the trees put on themselves. They seemingly roared and began attacking the ship by jumping up at it.IOC:Never trust trees. Well, shit. The scout ship headed straight up and broke the atmosphere, all the while sending home a live-feed of the events. Today's work was done well indeed; it was time to regroup and plan the next move. Peninsula wrote:Saxon wrote:After some of the trees were burned, it seemed as though the trees moved away from the burning ones. Moved? Impossible unless... The trees are not trees. The "wood" was an exoskeleton made to look like wood, and the leaves are leaves that the trees put on themselves. They seemingly roared and began attacking the ship by jumping up at it.IOC:Never trust trees. Well, shit. The scout ship headed straight up and broke the atmosphere, all the while sending home a live-feed of the events. Today's work was done well indeed; it was time to regroup and plan the next move. The Shavian they had in custody was whimpering in pain in its cell. An odd growling noise was heard at the same time. Something was happening. Suddenly, the cell's scanners showed two full-size adults, of the exact same DNA and all, in the cell instead of one. Saxon wrote:Peninsula wrote:Well, shit. The scout ship headed straight up and broke the atmosphere, all the while sending home a live-feed of the events. Today's work was done well indeed; it was time to regroup and plan the next move. The Shavian they had in custody was whimpering in pain in its cell. An odd growling noise was heard at the same time. Something was happening. Suddenly, the cell's scanners showed two full-size adults, of the exact same DNA and all, in the cell instead of one. The captain has no interest in this whatsoever; his only priority is returning to Jade Tablet 2. In any case, the cell wasn't getting any bigger. The doors of these cells were strong enough to protect the delicate probes within from the perils of warp speed; there was no way they could be cracked open. And with no nutrition going in the cell, all they could do was keep dividing, and getting weaker each time. A living being would be fun, but all they really needed was a cadaver. Peninsula wrote:Saxon wrote:The Shavian they had in custody was whimpering in pain in its cell. An odd growling noise was heard at the same time. Something was happening. Suddenly, the cell's scanners showed two full-size adults, of the exact same DNA and all, in the cell instead of one. The captain has no interest in this whatsoever; his only priority is returning to Jade Tablet 2. In any case, the cell wasn't getting any bigger. The doors of these cells were strong enough to protect the delicate probes within from the perils of warp speed; there was no way they could be cracked open. And with no nutrition going in the cell, all they could do was keep dividing, and getting weaker each time. A living being would be fun, but all they really needed was a cadaver. The growling from the cell continued. Suddenly, growling stopped. Both of the life forms had just disappeared from the cell monitor. It could be a malfunction, but someone would need to check the cell to be sure. Well, there were three possibilities.1) They had somehow managed to conceal themselves. The most likely explanation. Required course of action - do nothing.2) They had somehow managed to open the doors, and were thus now proud residents of the cold vacuum of space. Required course of action - do nothing.3) They had somehow managed to claw through one of the other five walls, and were now in another part of the ship, somehow without pinging the sensors there. Required course of action - expose them to hard vacuum, i.e., keep going, i.e., do nothing. Off to Jade Tablet 2, we go! Peninsula wrote:Well, there were three possibilities.1) They had somehow managed to conceal themselves. The most likely explanation. Required course of action - do nothing.2) They had somehow managed to open the doors, and were thus now proud residents of the cold vacuum of space. Required course of action - do nothing.3) They had somehow managed to claw through one of the other five walls, and were now in another part of the ship, somehow without pinging the sensors there. Required course of action - expose them to hard vacuum, i.e., keep going, i.e., do nothing. Off to Jade Tablet 2, we go! Suddenly, sensors were pinging with five dots instead of two. The dots were in random locations of the ship, inside the ship. As in, on the side of the wall where space couldn't get them. They gnawed at wiring, causing systems to malfunction. They were hungry. Unfortunately, with the ship's internals in such disarray, there was no adequate way to get a sensor read-out. And with a hull breach, entering Warp would be suicidal. So the Captain resigned itself to death, spending its last conscious moments tapping out the final message over the quantum string before one final course correction - a hasty dash to keep the ship up. The ship's last maneuver was to force itself into a stable orbit, before the Captain shut down all systems and entered the long sleep. The beasts on-board would have free rein, from then on, but to its last moments, the ship had Surveyed, and the Captain was to be saluted. Many parsecs away, the Exploratory 甲 analyzed the messages, and made its reservations upwards to 圭 itself... Peninsula wrote:Unfortunately, with the ship's internals in such disarray, there was no adequate way to get a sensor read-out. And with a hull breach, entering Warp would be suicidal. So the Captain resigned itself to death, spending its last conscious moments tapping out the final message over the quantum string before one final course correction - a hasty dash to keep the ship up. The ship's last maneuver was to force itself into a stable orbit, before the Captain shut down all systems and entered the long sleep. The beasts on-board would have free rein, from then on, but to its last moments, the ship had Surveyed, and the Captain was to be saluted. Many parsecs away, the Exploratory 甲 analyzed the messages, and made its reservations upwards to 圭 itself... The Salesians kept on chewing at the wires and such. They roared as they hauled to a stop in orbit. They climbed out of the holes they made in the ship, looking around. They couldn't see well in empty space, as it had a blinding effect on them. However, they saw they were in orbit of a planet. They got back in the ship. They pushed it using brute force banging against the walls until the ship would fall slowly to crash-land on the planet. The Salesians had not yet been on the planet, and it seemed to possibly have life.IOC:During, What planet/moon or something were we orbiting? We had to be orbiting something, to my understanding. Also, who owns the planet? Any volunteers? Or is it yours, During? Imperial Palace Apex, Apex System, Apex Empire Emperor Sauron III looked at a map of his Empire. It wasn't very large. At least yet anyway. For the last 100 or so years, the Empire of Apex had been improving and populating their two-star systems. Although together there were four habitable planets, the Empire had set up mining bases on every other planet in the systems. The Empire had waited for the day on which they could final begin with their expansion. That day had come. The Empire had readied a small fleet to head past the bounds of the Empire'borders and search for habitable planets. Their orders where to destroy any sentient being that wasn't Human. The fleet departed Apex in the early moment. Many of the colonists took one last look at the heavily populated planet. The industry was barely noticeable. The government had made sure that if anyone came to the planet, they would see no industry and rate the planet as insignificant. The Imperial Palace was the largest building on the planet, and was still seeable from the outer atmosphere. The lights where on in most buildings and the planet looked like it was a disco ball with yellow tabs. The fleet left the system soon afterward in search for more planets. Necropolis, Imperialism KapitaleRoyī Maxim, Begum System"Ave, my lord!" The Reichsmark stood at attention, swords holstered and Gallium Rifles in hand. Their distinctive jet black armor covered most of their body, and a face mask folded over during combat. All Reichsmark were winged Fulgurate, as a custom instilled by Pat rem Rex Turbo Radical, the first leader of the Reich. The Mater Monarch walked slowly through the ranks, about twenty in all, towards the end of the room. She was accompanied by Scribe Imperator Tropics Gallium and Call Due Turbo Chasm. The Mater Monarch stopped, turned and saluted. Her booming voice rose through the air: "Ave Parodies!" The guard waved through moving to their 'at ease' position. The two officials and Mater Monarch stepped into the Due's Premium. SRBA Imperator closed the door behind them, and two guards stood in front of the bulky and heavy bronze doors protectively." Ave, Mater Monarch!"" Ave. How is Project Ad Gene moving along? This is most important to the Greater Reich's survival...." Scriba Imperator ejected a data chip from his suit's arm-mount, and inserted it into the mainframe. Multiple charts, files and pictures appeared onto the screen slowly, and Mater Monarch looked on, before spreading them to the table-mounted screen and fingering between them." As you can see, Mater Monarch, the expected birth rate increases from test subjects on Tropical range from 50% to 60% increased in female production, with more promising percentages pushing nearly 75% and increased children born from two or three to nearly six. This drug, APM-3, is developed from plants in the Tropical regions of French, and can be exponentially developed and readied for civilian usage. The drug is a gaseous development, inhaled through the mouth. Taking this for about a week should allow for redeveloping blood cells to transfer the molecules to reproductive organs."" Carpta Item.....well done, SRBA Imperator! Call Due, what is the status for Opera Vicar Lost?"" Classi Rubio has been formed. 10 Stellantis EFL, one being Praetor Exile. 15,000 Luxstellpung will be sent to target planets. Along with 90 Million Weeknights and 5 Million Pharma Orbital Drop that will target key cities of the planetary government. Targets are in a smaller system of independent planets. Here are the files for these degenerate rocks." Mater Monarch examined the planet's cruiser files, and replied, "Name this system Prague, after it's unrestricted morality and disgusting populace. As for the local population, kill all males. We don't want any reproduction. As for the rest: divide, conquer, punish and enslave. In that order. Occupational Weeknights are to make examples of resistance and seize all business of economic assets, and drain the planets of resources. Clear the large cities fully. We will send our coronary to populate their cities and take them for us." She typed in the passcode, and scanned her hand on the screen." Ave, Mater Monarch! The authorization is all I required. I will be on my way." And with that, Mater Monarch saluted the two Draconian officials, and they exited the room. Mater Monarch headed to her room, the Royal Lost, for her sleep. She was to address her people in four hours, then meet with Coronary Scuba Turbo Very for plans on the colonization of independent human systems in the future, and policies for blitz-colonization. The scout ship hadn't made it home, but its transmissions had returned in good order. These discoveries passed up the chain of command, all the way to the Exploratory 甲 in Jade Tablet 3. When the Exploratory 甲 got a hand on it, however, the only thing left to do was pass it up to the Boss Itself, and see what圭thought of it. Upon receiving this report, the Boss shut down Deep Thought, thinking instead exclusively about the potential for this planet. Deep Thought had never been offline for more than 20 or 30 minutes before - after learning about Sheila, Deep Thought was frozen for eight and a half hours. At the same time, the Quantum Strings were constantly moving, carrying The Word of 圭 to all 9 of the minds. At T+512 minutes, Deep Thought came back on-line. At T+643 minutes, all the minds reported back in. At T-661 minutes, the plan was complete. The Jade Tablet had fixed a course.

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Aleris Chronicles of Kainan

Rulesets Priorities - Quick Character set-up, Crunch combat, focus on backstory, simplify skills (comparing to 3.5), incredibly wide variety of possible PCs and settings, Expansions to include 'house rule's'(rules for sanity scores for example), Less Music (rules layering) - more storytelling7&7 Character creation system:Spoiler Hide 1st seven (Backstory-driven) Arcane Fire Supernatural Station Diplomacy Skilled Combat 2nd seven (traditional stats) Mind Willpower Perception Dexterity Guile Body Strength Rank them in priority order for what kind of character you would like to play. Assign them dice (starting from bottom - D4, D6, D6, D8, D8, D10, D12) Choose 2 skill groups to specialize in Choose 1 skill to specialize in Derive 3 Stats: -Health/Wounds {Fire or Combat} + {Body or STR} - Mind {Diplomacy or Arcane} + {Mind or Guile} - Soul {Fire or Supernatural} + {Willpower or Body} Profit! Character Example - Steve the Guard Captain Spoiler Hide Backstory - He leads the guard, his dad was a guard, his mother smelled of elderberry. 1st seven prioritized and dice assigned Combat (D12+4) Highly skilled in combat Station (D10+3) Regarded well and trained as guard captain Skilled (D8+2) Has skill in guard sorts of things Fire (D6+1) His inner fire is fairly strong, but not overwhelming or unusual Diplomacy (D6+1) He doesn't see much use of talking things through. He has other people do that Supernatural (D4) He has little to no understanding of supernatural happenings Arcane (D4) He has little to no understanding of arcane matters Perception (D12+4) He didn't get to where is today by letting just anybody sneak up on him Body (D10+3) Can take many hits Strength (D8+2) He's got the strength to back up his combat Willpower (D6+1) Fairly strong of will Dexterity (D6+1) Not known for his nimbleness, not clumsy Mind (D4) Not a particularly bright guy Guile (D4) Very straight forward, gullible. Skill groups - Profession - Guard - Siege Weapons Skill - Fire up the troops! (rally, inspirational leadership) 7 - Health/wounds 1 - Mind 4 - Soul Cries, Gear and items! Spoiler Hide Critical! Get a 1? Roll again. If you roll another 1 - glitch (like in Shadow run) Roll Die max? Roll again, add to total. Only 1 extra roll possible. (no auto-succeed) Gear! Sold in "Kits" for stat upgrades: Ex: +1 combat kit - $100 +2 combat kit - $500 etc... Potions, scrolls, usable - same. Special Items! These are special, and given and bought with great discretion between GM and PC. EX: Wings of Heather 1 time use - Fly for one full day (Setting - Gods and Romans) Light bringer Sword +1 Dice Size for combat Light like a lantern on command (Setting - Standard Fantasy) Highlight Ray -1 to all combat rolls Roll Combat rolls twice, use better score. (Setting - Space Exploration) Character Upgrades! Increase a die size by one(in either column, not both) +1 to a single stat from each column Add a new skill group, or +1 to one Add a new skill, or +1 to one ALSO: DM chooses one of the above, and gives it as a bonus. This should be based on usage or story development. ALSO: DM can award upgrades based on characters in training or story moments at any time. DOING A THING! Spoiler Hide Roll a simple check for a simple thing. Use a stat that you and your GM agree upon (partially based on your backstory). Rouge the Rogue(TM) wants to open a lock! Pick a stat from each column as appropriate to the task. Her STATION is a D12+4 and her backstory says she's a storied Thief.(her SKILLED score was lower) Her DEXTERITY is a D10+3 She rolls a D12 and a D10 and adds 7(4+3) Result 17, which easily beats the lock challenge of 6 COMBAT! All combat is simultaneous. GM asks each player in turn what they want to accomplish, and how they plan to do it. All things resolve simultaneously. Optional tactics may present themselves during resolution. Repeat!! Example: Players A (traditional knight) and B(Spell sword) are about to begin combat with four archers and two melee bandits. The players are currently on horses, and the bandits have just revealed their location. PCs were not surprised. "Negotiating the bridge toll" did not work favorably for these bandits! Ask Player A for strategy: "I want to dismount in a hurry, and head towards the first guy as fast as possible. Swinging Light bringer of course." Ask Player B for strategy: "I want to size up the archer's position from here, and cast a protective spell on myself before I dismount. I'll get low on the horse to make my self a smaller target" Plan the enemy strategy: Both melee enemies will retreat back to the hillside, and shoot the single bolt they each have loaded in their crossbows, aiming at the horses (one at each). They are making their way towards a small hill that they could put in between them and their new enemies. Archers all fire. Aiming for center mass (50/50 horse to rider chance) 2 at each current target. RESOLVE! GM: "I'll need a horsemanship check from you (knight), and a description of your protection spell and arcane check from you(spell sword). Rolls 2 combat checks from fleeing melee bandits. 4 and 1. One arrow strikes the knight's horse. Knight: "I got a 10 on horsemanship(A skill group the knight has chosen)." Spell sword: "Simple protection spell, creating a magical protective barrier between myself and harm. Arcane 15." GM: "Great spell!" Also rolls for the archer bandits "Ok, Knight - you're horse rears back as it takes a hit from an arrow. Your horse is a trained beast, and is used to such treatment, but you know it can't take many more before it would scurry away. Two more arrows come your way, one whizzes by and only picks up dust, the other (confirms a combat score) is deflected off of your armor." GM: "Uh-oh Spell sword." Your horse gets hit with one arrow, but your spell goes off perfectly, and deflects the second arrow from hitting you. To bad, you didn't include him in your spell. Arcane 15 could have definitely made this go differently. "You are protected, but your horse takes a hit, and starts to skitter off away from the bandits with you on top." Spell sword: "Can I make a check to right his path?" GM: "Give it a go!" Spell sword: "How about an STR check to physically urge him against his desired path?" GM: "Sure" Spell sword: "6" GM: "The horse is guided a bit more towards your intended path, but he is slightly astray. He seems to not trust your guidance at this moment." "Our Knight on the other hand moves forward after his skillful dismount and follows up on the bandits retreating towards the hill. Just as you are reaching melee range, they drop their crossbows, but have not yet brandished any other sort of weapon." "Let's start the next round!" 2nd EDIT Boiled down the stats:Spoiler Hide "Block A" Fire Station Diplomacy (might need a new name) Talent and "Block B" Mind Perception Guile Body Most checks are "stat from block A plus stat from block B". Simple checks with just 1 stat All stats have a different starting letter, so shorthand would be Cast a spell! {F}ire + {M}ind For a good mage it might be: F(D10+3)+ M(D8+2) Range: 7-23 Regular person might be F(D4+0}+M(D6+1) Range: 3–11 Guidelines for difficulties would be suggested in the literature. A simple spell effect (summon a dagger for a minute, magic missile equivalent) might be a 6 - something complex (fireball, unlock heavily magicked lock) may be a 20. Difficult (wish or equivalent) 30. Rules for failure (missing target by 5) or great success (higher than target by 5 or more) would exist. Let's try another:Open a lock! Spoiler Hide A trained Rogue Station(I'm a pickpocket by trade!) + Guile S(D8+2)+G(D10+3) Range: 7-23 Normal person: S(D4+0) + G(D6+1) Range: 3-11 Very similar results! Or, our mage - T(D6+1) + M(D10+3) His Station stat doesn't help him, so he defaults to talent. His guile won't help him much, so he tries to solve the lock like a puzzle - using his mind. AND THE DM BUYS IT! That part is crucial. If you can "sell" your reasoning behind using the stats you are, and describe your action thoroughly then it works! It may change the difficulty of the task, or alter the potential results - but most anything is possible. Try opening a lock (as our mage) with Fire and Mind - Localized fireball. Failure might set fire to something nearby. Not a bad option if you like fire. Try Station and Guile - As a wizard, you've pried your way into some tomes using mathematical calculations, but this is going to take a while. Maybe Talent and Body - trying to rip it open might not be your best strategy based on your muscle power. Isn't that what the meat-heads are for anyway? Diplomacy and Perception.... perhaps the lock is sentient and is asking you to solve a riddle? Hey there. Alright, I've read through the post, and I'm just going to bullet point my opinions on what I'm seeing here. Keep in mind that this is a stream-of-conscious type of thing and is meant to be as straightforward as possible, in order to hopefully aid in fine-tuning the system. I really like what I have read thus far; it's simple, and it's clean. I like the parts where it says things like "the player and the GM agree upon"... this sets a good tone for what approach players (on both sides of the 'screen') should be taking towards it. A minor point, but you may want to include a bit more formatting to the post, to better organize the ideas. Things such as underlining titles to the underlying section below it, bold-facing major entries, etc. This will not only make it easier to digest for a reader, but also easier to sort back through for quick reference in the future. I think that I get what you're going for by naming one of the attributes "Fire", but I feel that it might be better off with a different name. Something like "Ambition" or "Drive" would be less apt to confusion... as an ability called "Fire" could have all kinds of meanings (spells, gunfire, ability with fire, etc.) and in this case, it is purely metaphorical. I could be wrong, but it just seems like something more literal would serve the game system better. I don't understand where the flat numerical bonuses are coming from, such as the "Combat (D12+4) Highly skilled in combat" in the example of the Guard Captain. The "+4" part of that is what I mean, specifically. I could just be missing it, but I cannot find an explanation as to what generates that number. Where you have it saying "Derive 2 Stats" (for Health/Mind/Soul)... is this done as a roll? Again, the Guard Captain has Health listed at 7, but I am failing at finding how this number was arrived at, as it doesn't appear to be any combination of his '{Fire or Combat} + {Body or STR}'. Could you expound on what exactly a "glitch" from Shadow run constitutes? I have never played any version of the game.All in all, I think that this is a perfect base starting point. And again, I very much like the openhandedness of the whole thing! Great feedback, I'll try to quickly address: Originally Posted by Erasmus Hey there. Alright, I've read through the post, and I'm just going to bullet point my opinions on what I'm seeing here. Keep in mind that this is a stream-of-conscious type of thing and is meant to be as straightforward as possible, in order to hopefully aid in fine-tuning the system. I really like what I have read thus far; it's simple, and it's clean. I like the parts where it says things like "the player and the GM agree upon"... this sets a good tone for what approach players (on both sides of the 'screen') should be taking towards it. A minor point, but you may want to include a bit more formatting to the post, to better organize the ideas. Things such as underlining titles to the underlying section below it, bold-facing major entries, etc. This will not only make it easier to digest for a reader, but also easier to sort back through for quick reference in the future. I think that I get what you're going for by naming one of the attributes "Fire", but I feel that it might be better off with a different name. Something like "Ambition" or "Drive" would be less apt to confusion... as an ability called "Fire" could have all kinds of meanings (spells, gunfire, ability with fire, etc.) and in this case, it is purely metaphorical. I could be wrong, but it just seems like something more literal would serve the game system better. I don't understand where the flat numerical bonuses are coming from, such as the "Combat (D12+4) Highly skilled in combat" in the example of the Guard Captain. The "+4" part of that is what I mean, specifically. I could just be missing it, but I cannot find an explanation as to what generates that number. Where you have it saying "Derive 2 Stats" (for Health/Mind/Soul)... is this done as a roll? Again, the Guard Captain has Health listed at 7, but I am failing at finding how this number was arrived at, as it doesn't appear to be any combination of his '{Fire or Combat} + {Body or STR}'. Could you expound on what exactly a "glitch" from Shadow run constitutes? I have never played any version of the game.All in all, I think that this is a perfect base starting point. And again, I very much like the openhandedness of the whole thing! On formatting:This was an email which included formatting, but unfortunately it is lost in the conversion to the boards here. I will be cleaning this up as we go along, and as the system is whittled into shape. On "Fire":You're right that it concurs up some specifics, but I haven't found an alternative that I like yet. I want something that could equally represent magic usage, or speaking to ghosts, or mind reading, etc... On bonuses:At some point I decided it would make sense to give a +1 bonus for each die size. +0 for a D4, +1 for a D6, etc... I don't think that bit made it to this info though! For Guard Captain's health/Derived stats:So, currently there are 2 ways this system is written, two 7stat blocks, or two 4stat blocks. GC is written in the first way. Each of the three different derived stats are a combo (best of A or B in Stat block A - PLUS - best of A or B in Stat block B). This is another thing that didn't make the cut of this draft apparently lol! Deriving Health was Combat/Station + Body/STR for example. I'm not exactly sure what the combos would be with the 4X4 system at this moment. I may want to have 4 derived stats for even pairing/utility of the stats. The bonus is equal to the bonus of the die size like I mentioned before(D4=0, D6=+1, etc...). On Critical/Glitch:In Shadow run, if you roll a number much lower than what you're trying to do, you reroll for possibility/severity of glitch. A glitch is something bad happening as the result of a botched attempt (like a rogue poorly reading a scroll in 3.5). My strategy for this is numerical. A D4 has a much higher chance of rolling a 1, so something you're not good at (on paper) has a higher chance for getting you another 1 on the reroll - more glitch chance. Something you're good at(D12) will get you a 1 fewer times on the first roll, and will often be alleviated by a second roll not being a 1 - much less glitch chance for something your character is able at doing. Since the abilities are tied to your strategy for a task, not a defined skill for the task, this should result in players trying to use their higher/better stats for any given task. This will likely align with the character type they are playing." There's more than one way to skin a cat, and this is my way." Hopefully characters will be able to define their characters within their actions, rather than "getting high enough numbers to do the things that I want to do". That was long! Let me know if this brings up any more thoughts as we tidy up before taking the system for a run. I'd also like to hear what type of character you're interested in playing in this system, as I'd like to test it out in ways I may not have thought of. Thanks! Mishaps "Spirit" instead of Fire? What about "pulse"? Which system appeals to you more, 4X4 or 7X7? Originally Posted by Never Sleep On formatting: This was an email which included formatting, but unfortunately it is lost in the conversion to the boards here. I will be cleaning this up as we go along, and as the system is whittled into shape. Originally Posted by Never Sleep On bonuses: At some point I decided it would make sense to give a +1 bonus for each die size. +0 for a D4, +1 for a D6, etc... I don't think that bit made it to this info though! I see. Good to hear! Originally Posted by Never Sleep On "Fire": You're right that it concurs up some specifics, but I haven't found an alternative that I like yet. I want something that could equally represent magic usage, or speaking to ghosts, or mind reading, etc... I think that "Spirit" is better for this, definitely. Originally Posted by Never Sleep For Guard Captain's health/Derived stats: So, currently there are 2 ways this system is written, two 7stat blocks, or two 4stat blocks. GC is written in the first way. Each of the three different derived stats are a combo (best of A or B in Stat block A - PLUS - best of A or B in Stat block B). This is another thing that didn't make the cut of this draft apparently lol! Deriving Health was Combat/Station + Body/STR for example. I'm not exactly sure what the combos would be with the 4X4 system at this moment. I may want to have 4 derived stats for even pairing/utility of the stats. The bonus is equal to the bonus of the die size like I mentioned before(D4=0, D6=+1, etc...). So, for the Guard Captain... shouldn't his Health come out to[29]([16]from Combat(d12+4) and[13]from Body(d10+3))? As for whether I prefer the 4x4 or the 7x7... I think I prefer the 7x7, as it gives more room for customization and differentiation between characters. Originally Posted by Never Sleep On Critical/Glitch: In Shadow run, if you roll a number much lower than what you're trying to do, you reroll for possibility/severity of glitch. A glitch is something bad happening as the result of a botched attempt (like a rogue poorly reading a scroll in 3.5). My strategy for this is numerical. A D4 has a much higher chance of rolling a 1, so something you're not good at (on paper) has a higher chance for getting you another 1 on the reroll - more glitch chance. Something you're good at(D12) will get you a 1 fewer times on the first roll, and will often be alleviated by a second roll not being a 1 - much less glitch chance for something your character is able at doing. Since the abilities are tied to your strategy for a task, not a defined skill for the task, this should result in players trying to use their higher/better stats for any given task. This will likely align with the character type they are playing. "There's more than one way to skin a cat, and this is my way." Hopefully characters will be able to define their characters within their actions, rather than "getting high enough numbers to do the things that I want to do". I see. Understood! Originally Posted by Never Sleep I'd also like to hear what type of character you're interested in playing in this system, as I'd like to test it out in ways I may not have thought of. That I am not sure of just yet. I have no idea what setting we are leaning more towards (fantasy, sci-fi, etc.). That will largely govern what I will want to play! Maybe I'll go with 6 stats, 7 seems a bit redundant on a few things. Column AArcaneSpiritStationInfluence(formerly Diplomacy)Talent (formerly skilled)Combat Column BMindPerceptionGuileWillpowerBodyStrength3 derived Stats:Heart = Spirit or combat + Body or Stroll = Influence or Talent + Willpower or Perception Mind = Arcane or Station + Mind or Guile Kind of makes sense about what you said with the totals. I was just adding the flat bonuses. Combat of D12+4 would just be +4 to the heart stat. In your theory it would be 16 to the heart stat. I think using both would be awesome, and still simple/compact to use. Ex:Heart of GC Calculation:Combat (D12+4) + Body (D10+3)HP = 29Heart score = 7"Heart score" would affect death/dying or be a factor in specific situations. Spirit and Mind scores would be the same importance. All scores are "attachable", essentially making 3 HP banks. Health being the traditional hit point. Mind would be like Cthulhu attacking sanity. Spirit would be like a ghost attacking the soul. Successful attack with a sword: lose 4 heart/mind affecting spell: lose 4 mind Attacking the soul/spirit: lose 4 soul DMs could invent enemies/weapons that deal damage in two areas.EX: Light bringer - 1d4 health damage and 3 spirit damage if the being is neutral or evil. Next thing I'd like to bring up is thee/Advancement plans:3 points per encounter at level.1 point per underwhelming encounter5 points per overwhelming encounter (all according to DM discretion of course)Or 2–4 points per 2 hours of play (if at a live table).12 points for D4 to D616 points for D6 to D8+4 etc... D12 turns into 1D4 +D125 points for new Skill group10 for skill group improvement15,20,258 points for a skill16 for skill +124, 32, etc... Let's try a traditional 3.5 fantasy sort of setting. Okay, cool... the adjustments look great so far. And they all seem to make sense to me. As for the game itself - would you be opposed to it being an urban crawl/thieves' guild type game? I think I am going to port over a character that I have tried a few times before in games that never panned out. But I would love to play through all the inner-workings of a guild and their various bits of business within a large city (something akin to Balder's Gate or Water deep). Is this doable? Should we start a recruitment thread to see if we can get other players involved? Sounds great. A thieves union it is!lol. I have a setting with a lot of details for you to check out. I'll post when I have a bit more time to consolidate information. I'd like to do a few scenes/scenarios to get some bugs out before bringing on a few other interested players. Sound good? Works for me! Sometimes a solo thief thing is much better anyway. I will work on putting together Hainan the Shadow slayer. Okay, here he is in the works. I wasn't sure how the die assignments were now working, since you went to six instead of seven stats in each block... so I just guessed. Spoiler: Hainan, (aka Shadow slayer) Hide Spoiler Hide ~original ~original Talent (d12+4) - Many years as a petty thief has sharpened Hainan's skills. Now an accomplished burglar, among other things. Spirit (d10+3) - Sometimes, the only thing that keeps you going on the streets is your gumption. Combat (d8+2) - When you can't escape trouble, the next best thing stick a blade or an arrow in it. Station (d6+1) - His standing among society isn't so good. But he's quickly climbing the ranks of the thieves' guild. Influence (d6+1) - He has a quick tongue, but sometimes it gets him into worse trouble than being silent. Arcane (d4) - His knowledge of magic is limited by his assessment for how much something is worth. Guile (d12+4) - He once sold a shop keep back his own stock, just to see if he could. Perception (d10+3) - When you live on the streets, you grow eyes in the back of your head. Willpower (d8+2) - Stubbornness is only one of the tools a thief carries in his kit. Mind (d6+1) - Sometimes, it takes wit to avoid troublesome entanglements. Strength (d6+1) - People often leave windows unlocked on their upper stories... Body (d4) - Years of living life on the streets and starving often takes its toll. HP = 20 {Comprised of Spirit + Strength} Heart score = 4 SP = 29 {Comprised of Talent + Perception} Soul score = 7 MP = 23 {Comprised of Station + Guile} Mind score = 5 Sounds good. With 6 stats you'll get:1 D121 D101 D82 D6s1 D4Make sure you write 5–20 words about why/how your backstory/skills line up the way they do.EX: Talent D12+4 - Skilled thief -Much different than Talent - D12+4 Multi-instrumentalist Bard. LOL You ninja'd my edit! I ended up doing exactly that with the die assignments; great minds think alike! I will go back in and edit the skill descriptions. Okay, I edited those in. Tell me if they will work and/or if you need anything else from me! Consolidating some info, this post will be edited:Metropolis of Alexis (setting basics)Spoiler Hide Alexis is a massive environment which provides many things to do for the eager PC. There are dangerous areas and people within the walls here, which means adventure is always close at hand. Warring factions of houses, guilds, thieves, and assassins, warriors, and mages all claim territory. They work with/for/against anybody as long as it brings the leaders more power and or wealth. In the case of churches, they fight for the souls of many, and occasionally work against other religious institutes or organizations so that the weak may see their true path. The Alexis is under no authority but its own, and has in place a unique form of democracy. There are 11 major districts, each is responsible for electing its own Earl who serves for life, until retiring, or removed by 7 other Earls standing against him/her (which is rare indeed). The Earls have the final say for all votes on a city-wide level. Under the Earl is around 20-30 Dukes (per district), each of whom is elected by the people for a 10-year term. They have more local authority, and inform the Earl of the will of the people. They occasionally act as judges for special cases should the local court be unable to handle a matter appropriately. The Earls constitute a grand jury should a Duke's ruling be appropriately appealed. The Dukes are notorious influence peddlers, and use their authority and sway to influence local and citywide powers and/or business policies. Most Dukes are heads or figureheads of guilds (merchants, mages, or farmer's guilds for example), houses (usually by family name), or other major organizations (trade association-smiths, neighborhoods, or societies of collected interest). This structure has lead to major power struggles within the city itself, but its defenses are quite good. The Earls always make sure that the guard is well-kept for and not only adequately equipped, but able to handle full-scale invasions as well as foreign missions to preserve its own interests. The guard has no one particular strategy that it is known for, rather it is up to the commanders to requisition the type of soldiers it needs to fulfill a mission or defense post. Clerics of some deities work their way up the ladder through keeping the soldiers healthy, and others by being battle ready. Others maintain equipment and provide the soldier/guards with the piece of mind that they need to keep a watchful eye on the city. Mages of course are generally a bit harder to find in the rank-and-file membership, but are highly useful for crying unlawful movements, reconnaissance, stripping wrongdoers of their enchantments, or investigating arcane mysteries. The laws of Alexis are simple, yet widely open to interpretation. Do not steal. Do not kill without authority. Businesses are taxed. Slavery is legal with certain races, and in certain districts - but slaves have some rights and protections. Guards can arrest and detain for only 24 hours without trial by judge for minor grievances. Other than that, the judges themselves (given authority by the First Five Guard and the Duke of the area) have full authority to penalize according to president and the severity of the crimes. This is often referent based on the district where the offense was cited. If the wrongdoer is able to prove a bias, mistrial, unfair sentencing, or new information/evidence becomes available, he/she may be able to request a hearing with a different judge, or the cause may move to a higher court. The First Five Guard is the highest echelon of the guard/militia for Alexis. It is so named because Alexis herself selected five initial bodyguards who took on the major role of protecting Alexis' early establishment, and Alexis herself. They formed garrisons with unique strengths and duties, but remained united by their mutual respect and love for Alexis herself... the city and the magic-user. Though each district is supposed to be on equal footing, districts have highly different levels of influence which is based mostly on the wealth or stature of its residents. Since Alexis is so a widespread, it includes some dwarves communities in the southern Locksmith mountains, and indigenous elves in the western Helms wood. There is significant farmland in and around Alexis because of a farming technique which is based on the material "Alarm" which is part of how the city got its name. The Ale rum allows multiple levels of crops to grow in the same space by building "up" using the unique properties of alarm. Alarm is a clear gas which can levitate other materials. If it is magically charged it can carry even more weight for longer periods of time. It was originally discovered by a mage who was traveling through some ruins near the cities first settlements. The mage came around the corner and his light spell dissolved at an inopportune time. He carried on despite the dark, and became lost. When he bumped into some free floating rocks in the dark he panicked and fired off a scorching ray of magical energy. His attack hit a large pocket of the gas which in turn raised enough material for him to see the sun again. The material is not named for that unfortunate young mage, for he was eventually crushed under half of an island that he had lifted in this manner in a misguided attempt to display his skill, but for the mage who studied, and expanded the use of Alarm - Alexis. Alexis is highly touted, but herself was an introvert and modest. She never asked that the city be named after her, and suggested other names for the material which would eventually be known as Alarm. She seems rather timeless in history, for before the discovery of the material she was unknown, and after the initial rise of Alexis she was gone without any fanfare. Some people are so devout to the ideals that she stood for that a few small places of worship have cropped up that hold her in the core of their beliefs. They have hope that maybe she moved on to work elsewhere, or somehow has survived unto this day. First Five Spoiler Hide The First Five are a current organization that was initially the standing guard for Alexis herself. It is made of five individuals who were charged with protecting the early establishment of Alexis and the mage herself. Studio "The Stone Lion" - Dwarf, one of the first to reach out to elves, defense (and surprise) as offense. The group that exists today from Studio's teachings are called the Stone Lions. A later leader of the Stone Lions, Denell Porches has recently discovered a way to work Ale arum into a weapon he has been working on (rune rifle). Lenin Evergreen - Elf --Sgt; Lasting, Reached pact with Studio, and was one of the original "Lasting" near the end of his life. Very concerned with crafting enchantments into weaponry for Studio and his men to use. The group that exists today from Lenin's teachings are called the Clansmen. They are generally lightly armored, but often hold such deadly weapons with essence skill that no-one would ask about the armor anyway. Pat Gatwick - Human rogue, did everything that no-one wanted to speak about. Particularly ruthless, disappeared for months at a time working on... "foreign affairs". The group that exists today from Gatwick's teachings are called the Dark wicks. They tend to do their business behind closed doors. Many have considered that the Dark wicks and the Wing Valletta may have many agents in common. Leanne Seek water - Gnome, least is known of her (even less than Pat Gatwick), said to be of comparable skill in magic to Alexis herself. Several mage schools in the town are named after her. She worked hand in hand with Alexis to create defenses and magics using Alarm. Her mages tended to work as individual agents when they were powerful enough, and as spam artillery in groups when they were still learning about the humble magic missile. The group that exists today from Leanne's teachings are called the Seekers. They are always looking for new uses for Alarm. They also play a grand part in the civil design and use of Alarm to grow the Alexis economy. Seekers tend to sequester themselves to think and problem solve. When they venture forth from sequestration, they care little for social norms, but simply go right to where they intended to go and perform the duty or experiment that they had set out to do. Jamie Veldt - The most visible of the First Five - a human battle commander who was known for generosity to his troops. He also had his troops trained in many different styles, many of which he was familiar himself. He had dragoons, archers, knights, thugs, spear and pike men, sword and board, secret dagger, barbarians, scouts, hand to hand, twin moon style, and most famously he forged a new fighting style that uses Ale rum: The group that exists today from Jamie's teachings are called the Bright guard. They make up the upper ranks of the Alexis' general guard (known as the Blue Banners), and remain the most visible of the First Five to this day. AlaestungSpoiler Hide Dwarves and Even Alarm touched - "Lasting" ---this refers to 3.5/D20 type mechanics which do not necessarily apply here--- Usually only found in and around the metropolis of Alexis are the Lasting. The usual assumption of dwarves and elves not getting along does not apply here. Families of dwarves and elves became obsessed with Alarm, and formed a partnership to further its research and use. Many say it has driven them from sanity, and indeed they have a shared aloofness and sense of reality that most consider off-putting. These families have put their lives's energy into crafting, molding, studying, and controlling Alarm. They are naturally able to exert even stronger control over the material than all other races. Lasting Elves: +2 Wisdom -2 CIA +1 Int -1 STR Low-light Vision, Alarm Sense, +3 Craft(Alarm) You can feel the presence of Alarm, and can tell more about it based on your character level + Wisdom mod check. At character level 3, Lasting elves begin to be able to control Alarm using the power of their being. They apply their character level and wisdom mod to all checks involving magical uses of Alarm. Except as noted above, Lasting Elves have all other traits of elves Lasting Dwarves +2 Con -2 Char +1 STR -1 DEX Low-light Vision, Alarm Sense, +3 Craft(Alarm), Except as noted above, Lasting Dwarves have all other straights of dwarves Alarm Sense - You can feel the presence of Alarm, and can tell more about it based on your character level + con mod check. At character level 3, Lasting elves begin to be able to control Alarm using the power of their being. They apply their character level and Con mod to all checks involving crafting and blacksmithing uses of Alarm. Alarm druids These druids see nature as something that can be modernized. They embrace the idea of Ale arum and how it changes landscapes. They craft magic items from it, and help shape the earth using their nature might. Furthermore, they are most commonly from the Lasting dwarves and elves, though humans have also become attached to the material enough to pursue this path regularly. Furthermore, they add several Ale arum use spells to their list, and have the option to use Ale arum based equipment. Furthermore, they can also craft an "animal companion" from Ale arum and natural materials, which functions like any animal companion that they could normally acquire, and is called an Drumbeat. Furthermore, they lose many of their animal related abilities and replace them with Alarm based abilities. "Wild-Shape" becomes "Earumbeast-Shape" - The Alarm druid gathers available Alarm and changes shape into a beast like a druid normally would, except the beast is an Drumbeat of the same description. Any humanoid would recognize that it is an Drumbeat if they had been exposed to it before or with a knowledge check of 10-general, local (Alexis), magical beasts, arcane, or spell craft. An Drumbeat is an animal shape that comes alive through the use of Ale arum. It may consist of pieces of that animal that were retrieved from corpses, or natural materials that have been re-purposed to create the look of a particular animal. Volcano Falls Spoiler Hide Volcano Falls Multiple levels of volcanoes, stacked using Ale arum. Inside fire beings thrive and contribute to the heat of the mountains. When one overflows it goes down to the next volcano. The ash heat is kept at bay by an ale arum head that feeds off of the heat. The Derryion Volcanoes are a unique sight among the highly populated Alexis Metropolis. These volcanoes are massive pieces of earth that are constantly managed by the Lasting dwarves and elves. Seek water's Recluse Spoiler Hide Seek water's Recluse Leanne Seek water was one of the First Five, a mage of great power. She famously helped Alexis in the design and implementation of using Ale arum to shape the metropolis. One of the unique landscapes they crafted was one for civic use. A graveyard. Known to laypersons as "Deep Depths" this graveyard is layers and layers thick. Each layer is supported by earthen pillars and the power of ale arum. The graveyard is build down into the ground many layers, and up into the sky for many layers as well. Everyone in Alexis has a plot, unless they've made their own outside arrangements. Even beggars, thieves, and thugs have a resting place allotted for them in the Deep Depths. The more wealthy and/or influential you are, the higher in the Deep Depths you wind up. The upper levels are considered far more prestigious, and are well-kept. The lower levels are in poor shape, and have very little space between the layers(5'6"). The main job of the maintenance staff here is to make sure the ale arum is charged so that the layer doesn't collapse on itself. Should the PCs stumble into some of the lower levels, they may well run into Arraying, an lasting elf who happens to want to get to the lowest levels of the Deep Depths. The problem is that you need to be cleared by the staff to go down there. Arraying is clear that the presence of ale rum is much stronger the deeper you go, and not just the ale arum that is part of the design. Azure Maw Spoiler Hide Azure Maw - Kettle Gaelic Wing ValettaSpoiler Hide The Wing Regatta is an organization within Alexis that are mostly messengers or delivery people among the citizenry. They are often combat able, but their work is most often done behind closed doors or in the dark. A few examples of jobs that the Wing Regatta would do in Alexis: ---- "Deliver this sealed note to the second yellow oak tree in Villas Park. There should be a knot in the tree with a small box in it. Remove the note that should be there, and replace it with this one. Return the second note to me unopened." ---- "John Tyions in Babel Square has been stealing clients from our friends. Send him a message from us by loosing the bolts overnight on his barber's chair so that when a customer sits, he makes his way to the ground." The Wing Regatta has agents throughout Alexis, and there is no true and fast way to determine if someone works for them. They may not even know other agents who operate in the same areas as they do. An agent for Wing Regatta has no particular set of skills, but they seem to desire diversity in their operations, so any class of PC could potentially work for the Wing. The Wing Regatta doesn't take only "good" or "evil" jobs, but takes jobs and matches them up with an agent who is in the right position, who has the right set of skills, to get the job done well. Many of the jobs are indeed "good" in nature, or at the very least aren't evil. Clean out this cellar of rats, etc... Some jobs are of a grander scale however, and require that the agent's goals and the mission are at least similarly aligned - or the pay is extremely good. The Wing's leadership is mysterious to any outsiders. Insiders have very little idea of the scope of the Wing, and only know the agents that they give orders to, or take orders from. To the DM we can use this organization to recruit PCs as a group, or more interestingly -as and individual - to do some mundane work that would lead them to some plot hooks. The individual who secretly works for the wing could be given additional rewards if the groups' mission has a 'certain ending', or if another objective is met. Being a part of the Wing Regatta can also give them access to connections within the metropolis of Alexis. They could be introduced to priests of different churches, guilds of thieves, heroic captains, minor lords, Dukes of Alexis, etc... The connections they make on these seemingly minor missions may prove invaluable later. Or, they may lead to bad blood within certain circles. Jazmin and House of Trainspotter Hide Town: Jazmin Spoiler Hide The house of Train is in the crumbling city of Jazmin. Jazmin was once an extremely wealthy trade town until travel became nearly impossible after The Awakening. Jazmin has a large population, and many districts within its large stone city walls. It's Western edge and castle are built into a mountain chain. The Eastern side is flanked by a calm seaport that leads to many rivers and the Deep Sea. House of Train Spoiler Hide The House of Train is a guild of ill-repute. At least that is the title they received after having been the first organization to unionize workers of its kind. The house was put together in times when men and women had money to spare. Its clientele and employees have severely dropped in number. So much that you are the only remaining two remaining "working ladies". Workers of the house are distinct and must always present themselves with a large blue T on their scabbards and broaches. If not wearing an identifying signal, they are required to identify themselves as a member to everyone they speak with, and, before consenting to any "work". The House of Train is still run by the original Madam, Train. The only other employee is Tupi. The Awakening: 3 years prior Spoiler Hide No-one saw it coming, no-one heard it coming, no books or legends predicted it. The Refrain had always submitted to the other gods, yielding his animals and beasts both hideous and beautiful to the will of others. No more. There was no conflict, just a change in... attitude... Birds still flew, fish swam, bees buzzed. They just became more violent, and seem more intelligent and seemingly... organized. The roads became unsafe to travel in small numbers, and the seas (although generally considered safer) were just as affected. Towns are subject to attack both by swarm and guerrilla tactics by animals they once never feared. It's strange though. One will look at an animal and expect it to go along its normal business, and it may change its mind and attack. Other times you may see an angry bear whom you've just disturbed, and it will just walk away. Most people think it is best to just avoid most animals. Domesticated animals (including familiars, etc...) are just as prone to this behavior, therefore most have been abandoned to the wild. Even before attacking their master. Animals/Beasts: Spoiler Hide Humanoids have never been able to communicate with most animals, except basic training signals.(includes druids and other wilderness classes) Before the awakening they were normal, and would run if scared. Now, some will attack on site, some will run away scared, and some may lead you into a trap while hunting them. They don't seem to have a particular agenda, but they are violent towards humanoids. The Nation: Bravest Spoiler Hide Bravest isn't a large nation. It is actually fairly small, but contains two important cities: Jazmin and Jordan (the Capital). Cities have gone into a Martial Law sort of order, since even armies may have a hard time traveling outside a cities limits. Even so, a peasant army/militia seems to be enough for small hamlets to defend themselves. The most important duty of all rulers is providing food for the people. Since the Awakening farming has become a dangerous prospect, and most individuals aren't skilled enough to hunt animals that attack back. There is not much correspondence between Jordan and any of the smaller cities. It would seem that they have the defense of their own walls and feeding the people are their main priority. The main contact between cities comes from Runners. The Refrain Spoiler Hide The Refrain is a Demi-God who is also known as "The Beast master" Most stories about how and why he started the Awakening are just that... stories. Nobody of note has come up with a reason that the gods would let him do what he's done, or why they haven't stopped him yet. The Deep Sea Spoiler Hide Much of this world is yet to be discovered. The deep sea has seen men leave, and return with riches/scars and stories of other men who insisted on exploring further. Occasionally men from unknown lands will arrive at port as well with spices, plants, animals, etc... that have never been seen on our shores before. Madam Train Spoiler Hide Madam Train loves her girls (and guys) and has always been good to them. She doesn't work for profit. She loves love, and she promotes her women as though they were her own children. Furthermore, she is middle-aged, but looks much younger. The Madam unfortunately was robbed of her chance to procreate by a priest of Verna. She has never told you how or why. Tupi Spoiler Hide Tupi is a youth who was publicly refused by the constantly hiring militia and army recruiters. He is also the son of the right-hand man to the Fraser (ruler) of Jazmin, Markov. Tupi's father Travel most certainly has made an order that Tupi is not to be allowed into military duty. Tupi and Travel don't speak to one another. This is well-known public information. It has been that way since Tupi became a teenager. Tupi's job is to protect the working ladies. He never does anything beside wait outside the room though. He seems to have a fierce loyalty to the Madame, and you will occasionally hear him in his room alone crying. Travel Spoiler Hide Travel is publicly known as a wizard. One of few. Most who are gifted with magic are shunned, and have never been particularly organized. It is a signal of great respect or fear to have a wizard sit among your advisors. Travel doesn't speak publicly or in court, so his opinions and reasons for being included among the Frailer's advisors remain shrouded. Runners: Spoiler Hide Runners are messengers that specialize in getting through the wilderness. They seem to have amazing luck, and are never attacked by groups of animals. Below's Presence: THIS DOES NOT APPLY HERE, BUT I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE TO READ IT. Spoiler Hide In times long since forgotten, when it is said that wars were as common as house mice, all gods waged war against one another using mortals as their chess pieces. As they were doing so they only realized that they were losing all the people that they were trying to win over. Humanity had become nearly extinct. In a moment of compromise, all the major gods agreed that the field of combat should be protected, no matter the alignment, race, or religious belief/disbelief of the participant. All fields of honorable battle are protected by all gods. Any can ignore this protection in their opponent if they give it up themselves. The definition of "honorable field" changes depending on which god is watching at the moment It is considered extremely poor taste drop Colors Presence, and is a crime in most communities. Assassination attempts are not covered, the gods deal with assassins themselves. Magic, Person Spoiler Hide The language of magic has its own personality. It knows who walls it, and how powerful they are. It can be fickle, and sometimes must be convinced. Furthermore, it is said it has some personality traits of Myntra herself. Magic has been known to lend itself to a cause at times of great need or consequence... or fail. Some hypothesize that magic has its own agenda separate from Myntra's. Some say that Myntra's control over magic is absolute, while others say she created it, but now it is like an adolescent child - it is rebelling against her. When it comes to the language itself, it is known to hide itself, or leave the minds of those who would Wald it if they don't exhibit control. For example, a young mage listening or reading the words of an advanced spell, or a spell from a shunned school may hear words that sound like magic, but don't resemble the actual words at all. Other times the language is heard, then nearly immediately forgotten. The term that encompasses these effects is "Person". Used like, I don't remember what words he used because of the Person. Or, "this is the first time Person has let me hear that spell, the words were beautiful. Etc... Dino's Chaos Spoiler Hide "Flower Shop" A fighting/betting ring open late nights in the First Five district near the Tilted Tankard. Has a unique ring("Chaos Ring") that allows people to fight "to the death" in an arena that is almost like virtual reality. The competitors don't die, but might be scarred after participating. Rojas is a house competitor, when newbies come in people place bets on how many shrikes he can land before the fight is over. There is a coin that is required to gain entry. You can get one from "The Nose" outside by proving you're not a narc. Crimea's Shadow Spoiler Hide An ale rum mine that holds a secret... maybe? Kings Alley Spoiler Hide A field of ale rum mines which is also at the interior of Alexis. So named because the squabbles over the ownership of the mines result in people just as powerful as kings once the resources come flowing from the earth. Dragon's Mire Spoiler Hide A wide waste of muck-land that held within it a community of folks who seemed to think that Dragon would be back. Dragon's very assistance is questionable, as most scholars agree that the demigod has even visited Alexis in the flesh. Wow! Nice! Lots of excellent information in there, NeverSleep. Thanks for the layout. Thanks! Let me know if anything piques your interest in how you'd like to align your thieves' guild, or your thief in general. The Wing Valletta are definitely sounding interesting. Alright then. You an operative of Wing Valletta who's main gig is working with a thief's guild. Can you give me a backstory, details heavy if you have them!EDIT:Can I also get a recount of your 2 most successful "runs", and 2 least successful? Absolutely! I will work on posting those throughout today. First, a physical description to accompany the pictures Medium brown hair of a decent length remains pulled back and tied in place with a bit of black cord. Pale green eyes and a noticeable scar upon his narrow chin. Right ear has been pierced twice; both hold meaning to him and are tied to specific events in his life. Dresses in all black, though it is obvious that they are typical garments and gear and that have been dyed/coated in soot - even the blades of his twin short swords and his short bow. He even makes the fletchings of his arrows from the feathers of crows. Almost always travels with his hood up. BackstoryBorn into a world where he was guilty just for being alive, Hainan seemed to be destined for a life of misery. He was naïve of the workings of the society to which he had been brought into, as are all children. But when his mother was caught stealing food and the powers that be decided to execute both her and Hainan’s father, he thought that he was left with nothing. However, the world didn’t stop there. Oh no, much more was taken from young Hainan, orphaned and estranged. Forced into the life of a street urchin, he lost his dignity as he ate rotten food tossed into the alleys behind taverns and slept in the sewers to avoid the harassment of the city guards. He lost his faith when he was accused of crimes that he did not commit. And he finally lost his trust in the law and became the man that he had always been seen as. It started off as simply a way to eat, stealing food or enough coin to get by for a few days. Then it became a way of living; the excitement and the thrill of nearly getting caught intoxicating his every choice. And then nothing was sacred. Hainan’s soul had reached the place where he dwelled as a child – the dark recesses that run beneath the rest of the people; the bottom of the world. Murder for hire, kidnapping, extortion, blackmail, turning kneecaps, debt collection, trafficking of drugs or even slaves… anything that earned another gold piece and allowed him to bite his thumb at the law. And then he met someone who changed him more than he ever would have allowed, had he the choice. A woman, whose name he still refuses to speak out loud, shifted his intoxication from the darkness and brought it into the light. Through love, Hainan found compassion for life again and realized that not all are out to persecute him. Eventually, she was given to another man… more befitting her station. Now, a man whose heart was once as black as the gear that he carries wanders from place to place, looking for somewhere to fit in. He has arrived in Alexis in an attempt to leave behind his past, once and for all.~~~~~o~~~~~Job History One of his most successful runs was a bounty that he chased down, following a woman by the name of Ara'IL to a small city. The money was meager, but Hainan needed the work, so he had taken up the job. He found Ara'IL in a gaming house, running up a large tab that she had no intention of paying. Although the job was on the line, he found himself somewhat taken with her. And when she fled from the establishment, pursued by the henchmen of the place, he followed at a close distance. They cornered her in an alleyway and looked as though the intention was to kill her... after they had gotten what they felt was due in exchange for her fleecing their boss. Even outnumbered, cornered and unarmed, she had even spirit to stand against the four men whose minds were already filled with all manner of unpleasant thoughts at her expense. At that moment, Hainan saw a small amount of himself in her position. Before he fully knew what he was doing, he had jumped into the fray and began fighting. Tossing her one of his own blades, the two of them fought and killed the men. Later on, when he divulged his true purpose behind having found her, she spun a sob story to him about how the man that was trying to find him wanted to force her into marrying him and becoming little more than his slave. It was all made-up and Hainan knew it... as the bounty had been issued by a woman... but he played along because he didn't have the heart to take her in. They laid together that night, amid talks of the sweet future they might have together. Hainan was glad to have the reminder of what love was like, but knew none of what was said was true - he even decided to tell her his real name. Luckily, his instincts proved their worth, for he had left a decent enough portion of his coin left in only aslightlymore obvious place than the remaining bulk... and both the smaller portion and the woman were gone in the morning. He heard not long after that Ara'IL had made a good name for herself with a Thieves' Guild in Alexis. The second-best job he ever pulled began with him simply nicking a purse off of a mark one day in the marketplace. He had been low on coin and decided that the overly large man needed whatever he was planning on buying less than Hainan needed food. He cut the strings and was eating at the bakery down the street before the man even noticed that he had been robbed. Of course, not long after, the town guard showed up, and he wound up in a cell... again. But while he was in there, he overheard a conversation between another prisoner and his rather influential brother - a conversation that the brother wanted to remain rather confidential. The brothers were to travel to another distant city in order to meet with their ailing father, and there was no small amount of secrecy and urgency behind this journey. And so, it was arranged that Hainan would accompany them and remain silent on what he had heard in exchange for his freedom and, more importantly, a considerable amount of coin. After nearly a month in the wilds, he settled down in this new city, now with a new scar that on the left side of his chin. He wouldn't say much about what occurred on that job, or how he got the scar - only saying that it was "from an angry housewife, armed with a carving knife". However, the money that he made from that job allowed him to outfit himself in the manner that he is now. The least successful job he ever tried to pull was in his darker days as a hired thug. There was a merchant who had skipped out on a repayment for the local racketeer that had a lean on his shop. Hainan and another man, a brutish lump of muscle named Haggard, were sent to "talk" to the man and come back with the coin. And if he didn't have it, they were supposed to trash his place and retrieve anything of value that they could to offset the debt. They waited until late at night and broke into the merchant's living quarters in the upper floor of his shop. However, he had hired some muscle of his own and Hainan and Haggard were attacked. In the ensuing brawl that occurred, a burning log was knocked from the hearth and rolled into a wicker basket of straw brooms. Within seconds, the entire building was ablaze. Everyone inside - the merchant, his three sell swords, his wife and children, and even Haggard - was burned alive... everyone except for Hainan, that is. He managed to jump out of a second story window and had a canopy break his fall. He limped away from that job (and everything else in that city) that very night and never looked back. The second worst was a filching job in which Hainan was meant to steal a small trinket from a wealthy statesman's manor house... supposedly while the residents were away on diplomatic affairs of some sort. The targeted object was a ring beset with an emerald; worth a handsome wage but nothing compared to what the person was offering for him to lift it. And so, he waited until the town guard made their last change for the night before he moved onto the ground of the manor. Scaling the wall of the house was easy enough, he had done so with similar structures hundreds of times before. And even though the upper window that he had chosen was locked, it only took Hainan mere minutes to gain entrance. Inside, the house was indeed abandoned and quiet. It took him some time, but he finally located the ring, located in a locked box behind a locked down on the second floor of the home. However... what no one had prepared him for was that the statesman was also an aspiring wizard, and he had warded the ring against somebody in exactly in Hainan's position. It also became rapidly apparent that this budding organist was not without a sense of humor - as the thief suddenly found himself teleported (without the ring) to the peak of a nearby mountain range in the dead of night and on the onset of winter. It took Hainan nearly a week to trek down out of the mountains and find his way back to civilization. I dig it. Currently processing a storyline and guild details. I think we'll start the story with your introduction to the city. A "fresh off of the boat" thing. You earned yourself an introduction a passage to Alexis with your skills and wit so far. As the story opens:Spoiler Hide You are 1 weeks journey remaining from arriving in Alexis So, are we playing the game here, or will there be separate threads for the IOC and the IC? I'm looking forward to the start! Yes, we will have an (IC) thread once we're tidied up here. Cleaned up initial post a bit. Haven't put in the "real" system info in the original post yet, but will sometime. Can you post a cleaned up character sheet somewhere? Just the main stats, derived stats, and your 2 skill groups and 1 skill. Then give me a basic description of mundane items you might have. Think a 3.5 character with around 400-600 gold. How old is Hainan?Oh, yeah... and... Spoiler Hide You're on a boat. You got it! And yeah, the initial post looks very nice with all of those spoilers! Oh, and here he is. Spoiler: Hainan (aka Shadow slayer) Hide Spoiler Hide ~original ~original Stat Die Value Explanation Talent (d12+4) Many years as a petty thief has sharpened Hainan's skills. Now an accomplished burglar, among other things. Spirit (d10+3) Sometimes, the only thing that keeps you going on the streets is your gumption. Combat (d8+2) When you can't escape trouble, the next best thing stick a blade or an arrow in it. Station (d6+1) His standing among society isn't so good. But he's quickly climbing the ranks of the thieves' guild. Influence (d6+1) He has a quick tongue, but sometimes it gets him into worse trouble than being silent. Arcane (d4) His knowledge of magic is limited by his assessment for how much something is worth. Guile (d12+4) He once sold a shop keep back his own stock, just to see if he could. Perception (d10+3) When you live on the streets, you grow eyes in the back of your head. Willpower (d8+2) Stubbornness is only one of the tools a thief carries in his kit. Mind (d6+1) Sometimes, it takes wit to avoid troublesome entanglements. Strength (d6+1) People often leave windows unlocked on their upper stories... Body (d4) Years of living life on the streets and starving often takes its toll. HP = 20 {Comprised of Spirit + Strength} Heart score = 4 SP = 29 {Comprised of Talent + Perception} Soul score = 7 MP = 23 {Comprised of Station + Guile} Mind score = 5 Age: 26 Skill Groups (2): Profession - Burglar Locks and Mechanisms Skill (1): Blend into the Shadows (very gifted at "disappearing") Inventory: Traveler's clothes (Black)Studded leather armor (Black)Hooded cloak (Black)Twin short swords (Black)Four daggers (Black)Short bow (Black)Arrows (Black)Backpack and various belt pouches (Black)Thieves' tools (Black)Rope and grapnel hook (Black)Caltrops (Black) Spoiler Hide Physical Description Medium brown hair of a decent length remains pulled back and tied in place with a bit of black cord. Pale green eyes and a noticeable scar upon his narrow chin. Right ear has been pierced twice; both hold meaning to him and are tied to specific events in his life. Dresses in all black, though it is obvious that they are typical garments and gear and that have been dyed/coated in soot - even the blades of his twin short swords and his short bow. He even makes the fletchings of his arrows from the feathers of crows. Almost always travels with his hood up. Backstory Born into a world where he was guilty just for being alive, Hainan seemed to be destined for a life of misery. He was naïve of the workings of the society to which he had been brought into, as are all children. But when his mother was caught stealing food and the powers that be decided to execute both her and Hainan’s father, he thought that he was left with nothing. However, the world didn’t stop there. Oh no, much more was taken from young Hainan, orphaned and estranged. Forced into the life of a street urchin, he lost his dignity as he ate rotten food tossed into the alleys behind taverns and slept in the sewers to avoid the harassment of the city guards. He lost his faith when he was accused of crimes that he did not commit. And he finally lost his trust in the law and became the man that he had always been seen as. It started off as simply a way to eat, stealing food or enough coin to get by for a few days. Then it became a way of living; the excitement and the thrill of nearly getting caught intoxicating his every choice. And then nothing was sacred. Hainan’s soul had reached the place where he dwelled as a child – the dark recesses that run beneath the rest of the people; the bottom of the world. Murder for hire, kidnapping, extortion, blackmail, turning kneecaps, debt collection, trafficking of drugs or even slaves… anything that earned another gold piece and allowed him to bite his thumb at the law. And then he met someone who changed him more than he ever would have allowed, had he the choice. A woman, whose name he still refuses to speak out loud, shifted his intoxication from the darkness and brought it into the light. Through love, Hainan found compassion for life again and realized that not all are out to persecute him. Eventually, she was given to another man… more befitting her station. Now, a man whose heart was once as black as the gear that he carries wanders from place to place, looking for somewhere to fit in. He has arrived in Alexis in an attempt to leave behind his past, once and for all. ~~~~~o~~~~~ Job History One of his most successful runs was a bounty that he chased down, following a woman by the name of Ara'IL to a small city. The money was meager, but Hainan needed the work, so he had taken up the job. He found Ara'IL in a gaming house, running up a large tab that she had no intention of paying. Although the job was on the line, he found himself somewhat taken with her. And when she fled from the establishment, pursued by the henchmen of the place, he followed at a close distance. They cornered her in an alleyway and looked as though the intention was to kill her... after they had gotten what they felt was due in exchange for her fleecing their boss. Even outnumbered, cornered and unarmed, she had even spirit to stand against the four men whose minds were already filled with all manner of unpleasant thoughts at her expense. At that moment, Hainan saw a small amount of himself in her position. Before he fully knew what he was doing, he had jumped into the fray and began fighting. Tossing her one of his own blades, the two of them fought and killed the men. Later on, when he divulged his true purpose behind having found her, she spun a sob story to him about how the man that was trying to find him wanted to force her into marrying him and becoming little more than his slave. It was all made-up and Hainan knew it... as the bounty had been issued by a woman... but he played along because he didn't have the heart to take her in. They laid together that night, amid talks of the sweet future they might have together. Hainan was glad to have the reminder of what love was like, but knew none of what was said was true - he even decided to tell her his real name. Luckily, his instincts proved their worth, for he had left a decent enough portion of his coin left in only a slightly more obvious place than the remaining bulk... and both the smaller portion and the woman were gone in the morning. He heard not long after that Ara'IL had made a good name for herself with a Thieves' Guild in Alexis. The second-best job he ever pulled began with him simply nicking a purse off of a mark one day in the marketplace. He had been low on coin and decided that the overly large man needed whatever he was planning on buying less than Hainan needed food. He cut the strings and was eating at the bakery down the street before the man even noticed that he had been robbed. Of course, not long after, the town guard showed up, and he wound up in a cell... again. But while he was in there, he overheard a conversation between another prisoner and his rather influential brother - a conversation that the brother wanted to remain rather confidential. The brothers were to travel to another distant city in order to meet with their ailing father, and there was no small amount of secrecy and urgency behind this journey. And so, it was arranged that Hainan would accompany them and remain silent on what he had heard in exchange for his freedom and, more importantly, a considerable amount of coin. After nearly a month in the wilds, he settled down in this new city, now with a new scar that on the left side of his chin. He wouldn't say much about what occurred on that job, or how he got the scar - only saying that it was "from an angry housewife, armed with a carving knife". However, the money that he made from that job allowed him to outfit himself in the manner that he is now. The least successful job he ever tried to pull was in his darker days as a hired thug. There was a merchant who had skipped out on a repayment for the local racketeer that had a lean on his shop. Hainan and another man, a brutish lump of muscle named Haggard, were sent to "talk" to the man and come back with the coin. And if he didn't have it, they were supposed to trash his place and retrieve anything of value that they could to offset the debt. They waited until late at night and broke into the merchant's living quarters in the upper floor of his shop. However, he had hired some muscle of his own and Hainan and Haggard were attacked. In the ensuing brawl that occurred, a burning log was knocked from the hearth and rolled into a wicker basket of straw brooms. Within seconds, the entire building was ablaze. Everyone inside - the merchant, his three sell swords, his wife and children, and even Haggard - was burned alive... everyone except for Hainan, that is. He managed to jump out of a second story window and had a canopy break his fall. He limped away from that job (and everything else in that city) that very night and never looked back. The second worst was a filching job in which Hainan was meant to steal a small trinket from a wealthy statesman's manor house... supposedly while the residents were away on diplomatic affairs of some sort. The targeted object was a ring beset with an emerald; worth a handsome wage but nothing compared to what the person was offering for him to lift it. And so, he waited until the town guard made their last change for the night before he moved onto the ground of the manor. Scaling the wall of the house was easy enough, he had done so with similar structures hundreds of times before. And even though the upper window that he had chosen was locked, it only took Hainan mere minutes to gain entrance. Inside, the house was indeed abandoned and quiet. It took him some time, but he finally located the ring, located in a locked box behind a locked down on the second floor of the home. However... what no one had prepared him for was that the statesman was also an aspiring wizard, and he had warded the ring against somebody in exactly in Hainan's position. It also became rapidly apparent that this budding organist was not without a sense of humor - as the thief suddenly found himself teleported (without the ring) to the peak of a nearby mountain range in the dead of night and on the onset of winter. It took Hainan nearly a week to trek down out of the mountains and find his way back to civilization. Will that work? Looks pretty good! I'm going to say that your "kits" include the following:Combat +1 (with these weapons)This will give you +1 to all results using your weapons. Thieves' tools +1+1 to any that tricks you might be trying which require just the right tool. We'll be working out bits of the system as we go, here would be best. IC in spoilers is ok for smaller issues or questions. I'm going to take a few liberties with the backstory you've given so far, inserting some details here and there. You should be able to follow them, but let me know if you have a question. I've been formulating the adventure, and will drop a link with the opening scene later today. Once that opens:1. Drop your character sheet in a spoiler in the first post. PLEASE INCLUDE THE BACKSTORY!2. Pick a color for your speech3. Enjoy! #post18534932Here it is! I'm going to do the rolls and sell-points here! Talent - Because he is not only incredibly nimble on his feet, but also because he is used to having to make split-second adjustments to what he is physically doing from having to avoid or escape trouble. Perception - Always on the lookout for danger around every corner, sometimes to the point of paranoia, he tries to keep himself ready for anything.(Talent)(1d12+4)[15]+ (Perception)(1d10+3)[8]=[23] Sounds good. I wouldn't mind if you put it in spoilers in the main thread though. You should also give an explanation of what you might be trying to do. In this example I'm assuming you're just trying to keep balance on the stairs while ascending, but I'd like it if you were more descriptive with the intent.EX:Spoiler Hide As the boat rocks, I continue to make my way up the stair with great speed, two steps at a time, as the situation seems dire. Along the way I'm trying to keep a look-out for danger. EX2:Spoiler Hide (A wizard trying to do the same thing) I know that my legs are horrible, so I'll be grabbing the rail and holding on for dear life. Only a direct threat will move me from this position for a while. At the end of the action, successes or no - the situation will be majorly different based majorly on the way you made your "save/reaction" roll. Right. I was just rolling first to see if I had succeeded in my action. But I will post in the IC here in just a second! Originally Posted by Never Sleep To clarify: Are you targeting the one coming at you, one approaching the ship in the water, or one of the scattered ones about the deck? The one that is coming at me (the one that you described as coming towards the back of the ship, where the stairs were). Edited the IC for sake of continuity. I'm rolling your D8 for combat here, haven't put a formula in here for some time, so excuse me if I need practice, lol!(1D8)[2] Crap! I've been forgetting my +1 to the combat rolls from my Kit bonus! Oh, well. I will try to get those rolls done here in a bit. I have some holiday stuff going on tonight, but should be able to sneak it in. On a related note, I will be heading out of town next Wednesday through Sunday... and there is no interest access out where I will be. Just as a heads-up! Anywho... hope that you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, NeverSleep. I totally understand, no worries! I'll be likely out/mostly out for the rest of this week and until about Sunday. Same thing - little to no 'net access where I'll be. Sporadic activity may be possible though. Happy holidays, and happy new year! Please pardon the blatant and shameless plug... Spoiler Hide I am currently recruiting for another game, a modified Rises game that is set in the "universe" of Jurassic Park! I had four players, but one of them quit, and the other seems to possibly have dropped off the face of the forums... so I am looking for 2-4 more experts who are crazy enough to join us on our little expedition to Isla Nuclear! Have a looks here! No, there is nothing else that Hainan is going to do before they get in to port! Couldn't manage to find that older thread to roll in for JP:Combine in order as needed! A series of Darjeeling rolls:(3d6)[6][4][6](16)(3d6)[2][5][5](12)(3d6)[3][2][3](8)(3d6)[2][1][4](7)(3d6)[3][6][6](15)Int:(1d6)[5](5)(1d6)[4](4)STR(5d6)[6][2][4][4][5](21)(5d6)[1][4][4][3][5](17)DEX:(5d6)[2][6][4][3][5](20)(5d6)[1][3][1][6][2](13) DEX plus hitman(9d6)[5][1][3][1][5][5][2][5][4](31) You can post these rolls in the IOC thread for the game, or put them into a spoiler within the IC thread. Either way.LOL Also... what is the DEX + Hitman roll for? Ha, sorry. It's for the "spot check" with the special gear once we're on the island. Ahh... in that case, it will be a WIS + Hitman roll instead! So... are we calling it quits on this game? I guess so. UNTRUE!!! HAHAHA!!! I've been super busy lately, in fact - I shot the Kickstarter for the game I'm designing over the weekend. All bets have been off for my participation in society lately, lol. Never fear, I have plans for Hainan....BTW - What do you think of the pace of the game so far? I'm having a hard time deciding how much narrative to skip through because of your character type (strong/silent). I want to give you the option to interact with situations, but I don't want to get bogged down by you're having to repeat - "I say nothing", lol. So... maybe I'll just take that under assumption and plan to move forward at a quicker pace? Ahh... well, good luck! My friends and I are just getting started with putting plans together to launch a game on Kickstarter as well (though this will be a board game, not sure what yours is). As for the pace of the game, it has been fine with the posts that have been made. It could move a tad bit faster, but I don't mind Ring through things either. I wouldn't skip through too much narrative... as that is what is going to give Hainan things to respond and react to, even if it is a relatively simple exchange of dialogue on his part. For scale - A cheap house might go for 10-100 gold for a room or three. Upwards if in a nice area - 5K+. Location is definitely key in the Alerts real estate market. I didn't get time to get to posting in this one today. Hopefully I will be able to tackle that tomorrow! No problem! I took a chance to develop the Alexis setting and 6x6 system further today. Let me know if there's anything in particular that you're interested in hearing about or playing through. BTW:Take one "Development Point". -DP for short. DP are how you'll develop your PC. DP are gained in combat likely between 0-3 depending on the difficulty of the encounter, or may be granted for story or arc completion at the discretion of GM. I'm still working on scale, but here's an idea of what is in store:Skills:A specific thing that you know how to do. Ex: hide in shadows, tame animal, pick a lock. These are more specific than Skill Groups. The cost is on the left, benefit when applied to a roll on the right. Skills:1 Minor (gives 1d4)5 Standard: (1d6)10 Moderate: (1d8)15 Major: (1d10)Skill Groups:These are areas of training that reflect a wide pallet of possibilities. These may require in story training at the higher levels. Skill groups are named like a job title. Players can go up in rank in a Skill Group and keep the same name, or rename when changing. Ex: Burger, wizard, bard, bookkeeper, scientist, general, tax-collected, lawyer, etc...5 Novice (d4)10 Adept (d6)15 Journeyman (d8)20 Master (d10)25 Grandmaster (d12)These stack onto an action. I open the locked door like a Burger! Stat1+stat2+skill(lock picking)+Skill Group(Burger)Someone without the skill or skill group would only get the two stats. Additional thing I want to type while I'm here -Rule of 5For combat and certain types of rolls, beating the roll (defense) by increments of 5 will have more of an effect for each increment of 5 that the roll was beaten by. So, you spend these DPs, on a Skill... which, in turn, grants you a permanent increase of the listed amount to one of the twelve Stats that you have? So, for example, I could spend this DP that I just got to make my Combat Stat into a (d8+2)+(d4)? Is that correct? Or are Skills something completely separate from Stats? Nevermind, I think I see now! Okay, cool... that makes sense. Also, this is the stat upgrade tree:D4→D6 : 10dp6-8 : 15dp8-10 : 20dp10-12 : 25dpd12 → d12+d4 : 30dpd12+d4 → d12+d6 : 35dpThe math for a starting character Spoiler Hide 10,10,15,20,25, = 80 x2 stat series' =160 +40 for use in skills and groups. I'm going to suggest finishing Hainan like this based on what you have so far. You'll have 10 total DP to spend at this point(9 remaining from character creation, and 1 from the ship combat). Spend them how you'd like, but the effects of skills and skill groups needs approval. Skill Groups Novice (d4, 5 DP each)LockpickLight arms combat Adept (d6, 15 DP each)BurglerSkillMinor (1 DP each - keys off of a stat)Hide (talent)Standard (5 DP each - keys off of a minor skill - 3 "tree ups" per skill at this level{can only "develop" 3 standard skills off of each minor skill})Blend into Shadows (hide)Moderate (10 DP each - keys off of a standard skill - 2 "tree ups" per skill at this level)N/Major (15 DP each - keys off of a standard skill - 1 "tree up" per skill at this level)N/A Ah! Ninja'd! I hope the post I just made it more clear! Another thought to catalog that has been happening in the background of the system that you should be aware of. Right Tool for the Job At DM's discretion, anytime the character's backstory attributes(BSA's, previously "column A"), skill, or skill group is the Right Tool for the Job, they get a bonus of up to +5 for each component of the roll.EX: Bard Cassandra has always been a gambler. Her Talent BSA included info about gambling her way through her younger days. She has a first level Skill group called "gambling". She has a first level Skill called "card counting"In this scene Cassandra is trying to gain an advantage over the house while gambling at a card game called Roomba that involves bluffing some other players as well as card analysis. She might roll:BSA Talent - D12+4PA Guile - D10+3Skill group Gambling - D4Skill Card Counting - D4Then +2 for gambling background, since it is specific to the activity, but doesn't constitute the majority of the backstory; or the game itself. +2 For Skill Group: Gambling, same rational. +5 would be for Skill: Card Counting since it is definitely specifically applicable to this scenario. D12+D10+2D4+7 would be the player's roll, with the GM adding 9 afterwords. I think I'm going to consolidate all the 6X6 system info into one master post and start a new thread(likely in world building/homebrew area) to keep tally on that, and any commentary/discussion about it can be there. Then we can go back to having this be all IOC. Sound good? Yeah, I think that would work best. I am hoping to be able to post in the IC Tread today! Cool. Here's the 6X6 System thread: not complete yet, but WIP. So, as for the adjustments that I need to make to Hainan... This is how I have those things listed so far-Skill Groups (2):Profession - Burglar Locks and Mechanisms Skill (1):Blend into the Shadows (very gifted at "disappearing")Should I keep it that way, or are you asking me to "erase" them and spend the 10 DP to repurchase what I can of them based on the costs listed above? Or are you saying that I have 10moreDP to spend on things that are of an 'equal standing' to the things that I already have chosen? Earlier I was just making a suggestion about how to complete more fully with your PC in mind. To answer your question directly: You should spend more points! What you have is:Skill Groups (2):[[5DP]]•Profession - Burglar[[5DP]]•Locks and Mechanisms Skill (1):Novice Skill associated with "Burglar"[[5dp]] •Blend into the Shadows (very gifted at "disappearing")Blend into the Shadows likely wouldn't be a basic skill, but it would fit into a Novice Skill Group that you have. So, so far you've spent 15 of your 40 allotted DP, and have earned 1 additional. That leaves you with26 DP. Spend it how you like! A basic skill might be "Look around", "Listen", Jump, Climb, etc... Check out the ever expanding 6X6 lite thread for consist details about purchasing and the "RIGHT TOOL FOR THE JOB" bonus details. Essentially: up to +5 for having specific background, skill group, or skill that is perfect for the challenge. So... this would be alright then? Skill Groups:Profession - Burglar [Adept - (d6+1)]Locks and Mechanisms [Novice - (d4)]Small Arms Combat [Novice - (d4)]Skill:Burglar: Blend into the Shadows [Adept - (d6+1)]Burglar: Acrobatic Athlete [Novice - (d4)]Keen Eyes [Basic - (+1)] I added those up, and got 49. I think you likely didn't account for needing to "upgrade" each Skill and Skill group. EX's:Burglar Skill Group costs 5 to get Novice, then an additional 10 to go to Adept. Total cost is 15DP. Acrobatic Athlete costs 1 for basic, 5 for Novice, then 10 for Adept. Total cost 16. Blend: 1 for basic, 5 for novice - 6You can remove 9 JP, but I think I'd rather have you add2 more JP. That would mean you started with 50JP (then just gained one), which is more appropriate to this character being more advanced than a starting character (which is 40jp). It also accounts for your being able to have Novice Skills and Skill groups - which are banned during character creation unless starting at advanced level - like you are. Sound good? Yeah, that's what happened - I spent the difference between the two levels to upgrade them. I guess I should have also asked about upgrading them beyond "Novice". Sorry about that! Okay, so then add two more points. I added "Pick Pocket" and "Archer" to my Skills list, both at the Basic level. Is this right now? Let's get some kind of roll for that bribe! Hmm... let's see. Ahh, perhaps, this? Influence(1d6+1)[2]+ Guile(1d12+4)[16]=[18]total The worst result on Influence makes sense... since I am literally just off the boat here. But, he also rolled the best possible at Guile.LOL Roll something to try to perceive about what is going on here... Hopefully this makes sense. Talent(1d12+4)[8]+ Perception(1d10+3)[9]=[17]total He is a fence. This is a place to sell stolen or otherwise unsavory goods - undoubtably. Btw, you got a "Right Tool for the Job" bonus for your background. You can react IC however you like armed with this information. Excellent, cool. I added my last post to reflect this. I hope that it's alright that I made up some thieves' can't BS.LOL It's all good, I caught your meaning.BTW, the hand slap gesture is more like an exclamation point - not a threat. Just thought I should clarify after re-reading what I had written. 3 things:1st: If you're uncomfortable or just prefer not to RP situations such as this, let me know. I posted that without having asked you about situations like this. My bad.2nd: In a setting heavy in doublespeak and coded language, it would be helpful if you added adjectives or other descriptors about your speech, so I don't misinterpret what you're going for.3rd: In this setting/system - You can assume that you're pretty good. Having PC abilities is akin to being a minor collegiate athlete (for physical ability comparison) compared to a normal human. Most people would have d4's across the board with a few skills and "right tool for the job" type bonuses because of their background. 1. I own the Book of Erotic Fantasies... we're good. I'm not uncomfortable with anything until we airways what is allowed on this forum, so no worries there.2. Any time that I am speaking with double-meanings and the like, I will try and remember to put a "translation" into a spoiler along with the post. Will that work?3. Roger that! 1. Kind of figured that, just slipped past my DM protocol to ask. Noted.2. That will work well, thanks.3. GAME ON!!! Spoiler Hide Example plebeian farmer BSA's d4 d6 d4 d4 d4 PA's d4 d6 d4 d4 d4 d4 Skill Group (Novice): Farmer (1) Basic Skills: Predict weather, Plow, Spot game animal, Harvest Skills (Novice): Plow, Harvest In case you're interested: all of this can be taken as canon, and it isn't character knowledge of course... Just thought you might enjoy a read about Train! Very cool! No chance of a picture that represents Train, huh? Oh, and Ijustnow realized (like an idiot) that I have been forgetting to play one of the more prominent aspects of this character - the fact that he doesn't go by Hainan in public. In fact, veryfew people are even supposed to know that that is his name. He is known mostly as 'Shadow slayer'. But, since it has really only been guides that have used his name thus far... he could just chalk it up to Ara'IL having told them all that (since he did tell her his name). He would be somewhat upset by it, but that could lead to some interesting RP later on! Any comment to Lucille about the experience with Train? For her picture... I'll have to research! Noted on the moniker issues. We'll work something out fore sure. Well, it seems like we probably covered most of that "off camera", which I'm fine with. I'm sure that I shared all manner of juicy details with Lucille, if she asked. But, I certainly don't want to push the limitations of this forum in regard to the 'ratings'. That makes sense. I've never really knowingly bumped into the border for this forum. Never really had any time when someone could report those sorts of things though either, I think? I don't know. Do they just do scans for bad language? I guess my style doesn't really include graphic detail - but that's more of a personal choice I guess. Either way, what I'm more interested in is whether you're giving a full accounting of the actions in a sincere way, in a masked way, or not sharing - and whether you're including the profound out-of-body experience as part of the discussion.p.s. the out-of-body experience is granting you some bonuses. I'll give more detail later on about that. I just know that anything sexual is a razor's edge with this forum, and anything that they could deem "mature" (especially in that particular category) is a big no-no and can get you banned from the site. So, I don't even mess around with that avenue. I don't think that they scan anything, but all it would take would be for some random person to hit the "Report this Post" button and an Admin would be looking into it. For the most part, the forum censors out any terrible language automatically. Before the overhaul that the site went through about six months or so ago, you couldn't even type the word cockpit without it replacing part of it with asterisks. And yes, I will be recounting as much (or as little) detail as she seems to want to know, and will be entirely sincere with her. I might allude to the out-of-body experience, floating it out there to see if she picks up on what I'm saying in a knowing way... and then, if she seems to understand, share that with her as well. Probably even ask her about it. And cool on the buffs! What would 'a bit of sport' mean for Shadow slayer? The whole of Alexis being available to you, that could mean a pool hall, darts, drinking, shop on the streets, filch on the streets, going out to case place locations, looking up more guild contacts, trying to find some sort of work, talking with strangers, etc... Well, with it being the time of day that it is (sounds like it's around 2 or 3 AM)... I would imagine that my choices are probably somewhat limited. I was speaking more along the lines of thief-y type stuff. Casing locations, looking for people that might have nice things that may have passed out in the streets, seeing if I can't spot some other guild members, things like that. I just added some info to the 6X6 Lite system threads about how to use fourscore. Let me know if it is helpful/where clarification is needed.#post18947935 Hmm... okay. So, how many "score points" do I have? From your character sheet HP= 20 {Comprised of Spirit + Strength}Heart score= 4 (Currently: 3)SP= 29 {Comprised of Talent + Perception}Soul score= 7MP= 23 {Comprised of Station + Guile}Mind score= 5The "Heart score" "Soul score" and "Mind score" are what I'm referring to. Side note, that damage that you took from the wave guy was actually to your HP not your Heart Score as you've listed here. Also, that damage has been removed through time and rest.HS=4SS=7MS=5 Means you can use skill groups and skills associated with each category 4, 7, or 5 times per combat essentially. If you run out you can still choose to use strategies based on your Backstory Ability scores, or your Physical Ability Scores. Example in this situation: If you were trying to use a skill called "Empathize" or similar to try to talk this guy down, it might be a rank 1 soul ability. Using the ability would cost 1 of your 7 total soul score. So, does that mean that I can essentially only make 16 rolls at "full strength" before resting. How is combat going to work if I can only make 4 attack rolls (my Heart Score) with my full potential? I'm not trying to challenge, I'm just curious to see if I am understanding this correctly. You've got the gist of it.4 Attacks using your combat SKILL would exhaust you of the ability to use more. At that point you might roll Station+STR to make a sword strike, but more likely the combat would be over already. Secondly, a potion or effect could allow you to use more. Actually, after brining up that point, I think only the use of a skill should use score. Yeah, I think that would make more sense - longer battle stability for everybody. Thoughts? Yeah, I like that better. I think the only time that you want to limit characters' ability to fight is when combat is not going to be a main focus of the game. But, then again, that's just my opinion. Minor IC confusion: You access to your own weapons, you can just bring in only two. [Roll]1d4+1d6+2[/roll]Messed up this roll twice in the thread. grrrrumblenotacodergrumblelolGAAHH!![roll]1d4+1d6+2[/roll]Dang it. I quit for now. He misses you, lol. Oh, gotcha on the weapons. I'll edit that tomorrow (so long as I remember)! As for the roll coding, you can't have more than one die type in the same roll. Rolling for sneakiness! Talent(1d12+4)[7]+ Guile(1d12+4)[10]+ Burglar(1d6+1)[6]+ Blend Into the Shadows(1d6+1)[3]=[26]I really hope that I am doing this right. And I am assuming that this will cost me score points (Soul, because of it being Talent)? Yep, you got it exactly right. And how many Soul Score Points did it cost? Is it two (one for the skill and one for the skill group)? Just 1 for the skill. Skill group usage is free. #post18947949Added more details, especially aboutTHRESHOLDrules, which is the AC equivalent. And as a Chicagoan:"I've got this opportunity, and its *tie-in' GOLDEN!" We haven't really established how much coinage Hainan has on him. I know you said something about enough to get by for several weeks, but not sure beyond that. And I know that Ara'IL just paid him 100 gold pieces. You had around 10g to start with, and you know that you could live on a silver a day or less given your skills. You spent modestly on some clothes and a taxi and a bribe, so let's round to 5g left. Add 100 from your boss lady, and you've got 105. I presume that last one was something like an intimidate check? Sorry, yeah... something akin to that. A persuasion type thing. My last post was assuming that we were eventually left alone with Today. If that is not the case, please let me know and I will edit accordingly! Nah, you're good. You want to roll some kind of influence or intimidation check on Today for this one? Sure thing! Influence(1d6+1)[3]+ Guile(1d12+4)[7]=[10] I'm making a roll for you(2d12+8)[23] Also to note:A "long-con" would qualify for thieves guild points, credit, etc... If you let them in on it. They'd have their cut - but the lion's share would be up for you and Vega to count out. That way you'd be able to access their resources, and hire people and services from the Mask that you could count on. If Mask finances, you'd be giving up a lot of control, but also most of the responsibility the production aspects. You'd essentially get to take credit for the connection, but then you could move onto other "projects". Do I think that Ara'IL (and by proxy, the guild itself) be more pleased, and therefor worth more points (?) with getting them bought in or with pulling a long con. My initial thought is to set them up where a nice fat stream of cash is flowing in to their coffers from this place. I don't really have any designs on being a part of its operation, as it takes a long time to get out here from where I am "based" and I am sure that Vega and I can get up to much more entertaining things than pulling managerial duties. However, if this is more the direction that you were intending for the campaign (and thus have more exciting things lined up in this avenue), then I am happy to play along and make it work! I am certainly not the kind of player that has to have "control" of what goes down all the time. I know firsthand about how much it sucks to have players move so far away from what you had planned that you can't use the stuff you spent tons of time designing. A little bit of 'railroading' is perfectly alright with me; it's all about moving the game forward! Ha! Spoken like a seasoned DM. Ara'IL/Mask will likely be thrilled with either arrangement, but one that allows them a deeper cut for longer would likely be preferable, just in a strictly business sense. Anything that employs people over time is great, especially if those people don't have to be doing any "real" work. As far as railroading - I'm generally anti long-game railroading, but pro "behind the scenes" person. Meaning - if you wanted to run the mine, we could focus on that for some time, but then leave it to operate independently and have other escapades be the focus the majority of the time. It all really depends on how money/power hungry Hainan winds up being. So for now, we'll go forward saying that all these things are under consideration, and we'll see what shape the mine is in tonight. Yup, been running games on a nigh weekly basis (with a few respites) for about fifteen years now. I hope that I would be considered "seasoned" by now... if not "tough and overcooked".Lola for the mines - I would definitely be more up for having the Mask buy in and be getting a percentage. Now, I will also add that I fully intend to negotiate a percentage of that percentage with Ara'IL... in exchange for having made the connection. You can roll to try to perceive the person if you'd like. Also - there is a write-up of person in the setting description post if you don't recall what it is. Hainan would likely know the basics of the concept at least. I'm building the setting further here btw: Yeah, I'll give it a shot! Arcane(1d4)[2]+ Perception(1d10+3)[9]=[11] Does the name of your Earl ring a bell? Also, I'm going to be adding up your DP today, so head's up to start thinking about where you may want those to go. Alright, tallied. Please spend:10 DP Breakdown:Spoiler Hide Bathhouse experience 1 Dream sequence 3 Rojas 1 Recruiting Vega 1 Dealing w/thugs 1 Heated Negotiations at Crimea's Shadow 2 Statue Solution 1 Let me know if you have questions about spending them or anything in general. Okay... so, let me know if I'm doing this right or not. The process is still a little unclear to me. Skill Group:Negotiation [Novice - (d4)]Which would cost 5 out of the 10 DP that I earned, correct? And then five of the following, each costing 1 DP apiece? Skill:Climb [Basic - (+1)]Open Locks [Basic - (+1)]Sneak Attack [Basic - (+1)]Silver-tongued [Basic - (+1)]Etiquette [Basic - (+1)] That all looks perfect to me! Okay, good deal. I just updated the changes to my sheet. So, in regard to the DP... since some of the upgrades cost quite a bit, can you "store" them up in order to spend later on? Yeah! That's exactly what should happen. If we were at a table, I'd give you DP on the fly (take 1 for that encounter, take 2 for that) depending on the personal GM style. Alternatively, could give them at the end of a session to the tune of like 20-30 per session I would imagine. Are you planning to press on into Black rose manor tonight and check everything out? Any reaction to the first few rooms? Yeah, just scout it out and get the lay of the land. I don't have anything to add in regard to the first few rooms, however. I forgot to ask for a roll to look at/disable the mechanisms here! Sure thing! Talent(1d12+4)[5]+ Perception(1d10+3)[8]+ Locks & Mechanisms(1d4)[4]+ Open Locks{?} (1) =[18]Not sure if the Open Locks skill bonus should apply here or not, but I threw it in there just in case. I edited the last IC post with a few details that are important. Okay, cool. Thank you for letting me know! I will be on a limited posting regime this week. I'm releasing my Kickstarter game DOJO this week, and additionally preparing to present at a game fair this weekend (NEXUS in Milwaukee). I'll try to post at least a little when I can! No worries, brother. And good luck! Ok, here's how this is going to go:3 checks for the obstacle courses -Vega+3 top competitors (all at 2d+5 for my sanity)Also, roll a D20 7 times. No particular reason. (2d6+5)[6][3](9)(2d6+5)[1][5](6)(2d6+5)[3][5](8)(2d6+5)[2][2](4)(2d6+5)[4][3](7)(2d6+5)[1][3](4)(2d6+5)[5][1](6)(2d6+5)[3][1](4)(2d6+5)[1][4](5)Vega Undisclosed stats232426 Would you also like my "Obstacle Course" checks to be 2d6+5, or...?d20 Rolls:(1d20)[8](1d20)[2](1d20)[13](1d20)[13](1d20)[1](1d20)[10](1d20)[11]EDIT: Wow... let's hope that low is good.LOL, don't bother with the rolls this time, ha! But you can use whatever stat combo you'd like as long as you describe your action as such.IC post coming up! Vega(1d20)[5](5)(1d20)[13](13)(1d20)[2](2)(1d20)[3](3)(1d20)[12](12)(1d20)[7](7)(1d20)[9](9)1(1d20)[10](10)(1d20)[11](11)(1d20)[1](1)(1d20)[1](1)(1d20)[3](3)(1d20)[13](13)(1d20)[20](20)2(1d20)[18](18)(1d20)[19](19)(1d20)[3](3)(1d20)[10](10)(1d20)[15](15)(1d20)[18](18)(1d20)[17](17)3(1d20)[12](12)(1d20)[19](19)(1d20)[15](15)(1d20)[15](15)(1d20)[2](2)(1d20)[1](1)(1d20)[1](1) Whoops... botched my attack roll! Combat(1d8+2)[8]+ Strength(1d6+1)[7]=[] I am going on vacation next week. So I will be out of pocket starting this Friday afternoon all the way through the following Saturday. Now, where we will beshouldhave net access without any problems, but it will just be a matter of whether I will be able to find the downtime. I will be working to get an IC post this evening (here in the next few hours). It's ok! Sorry I've been a bit slow with the responses - I'm trying to fiddle with the rules of combat and mass combat for situations like this. Originally Posted by Never Sleep What is your current "climber's kit" bonus? I don't have a climber's kit... just a rope and grapnel. If it's supposed to have a bonus, I never received one that I can remember. I have Climb as one of my skills, but it's just at "Basic" (+1). Also, I am unsure of what I am supposed to tackle first in this challenge. Is it a race? Is it just a matter of making it up to the top of each one? This is training! No objective at the moment, but there will be shortly. Add a +2 climbers's kit to your gear after this training, woodlot! Explaination: "Kits" include both the necessary gear, and may additionally represent experience/knowhow with that gear. Hey, brother... I think I am going to drop this game from my feed. I want to open up my "schedule" to get involved in some other games. Thank you very much for running it for me. It was fun! And I will still see you in Jurassic Park. I understand totally. I started getting weighed down in developing the rules mid-run, and the training I set up turned into a slosh. Well, learn from it all! Thanks for jumping into the setting/system and the honest feedback. Maybe sometime down the line I'll be able to invite you into a more fully developed system or Hainan back into the system here. Absolutely! And yeah, it happens. No worries at all. I think it would also be a little smoother with a few additional players! Let me know if/when things get on track with it. And, depending on how many others I might be wrapped up in, I would love to rejoin. (4d6)[4][6][4][3](17)(4d6)[3][2][3][4](12)(4d6)[1][6][6][5](18)(4d6)[5][2][2][2](11)(4d6)[5][3][2][1](11)(4d6)[6][5][3][5](19)(4d6)[5][1][5][3](14)

Aleris Chronicles of Kainan|rating:4.0

_~The Prophecy~_ (Medieval Fantasy) OOC Board

The Story We've all heard the stories. We've all heard the tales. We've all heard the prophecy. But who thought that one day... It would all come true In the fair land of Mythic, life has always been the same. Things were not perfect, this was true. But it was life. There were still wars and battles. Thieves and murder. But this was all a part of life. There were still festivals and balls. Smiles and songs. But the smiles won't last for much longer. The Council Nine has for seen a great evil approaching the land for years to come. But they have never been able to place a date to the evil. Only certain preceding events. High above in their grand tower, the greatest mages of the world spent their lives brooding over this horrific prophecy. And now, those events are coming to life Will the land be able to fight off this evil force? Or will evil envelop the land and all that has ever been known? The decision is yours ---------- Link To The Role PLay Welcome All! Hey guys. I'm probably going to bed soon just to warn you. School and all tomorrow. Eww, school. Lol. Ok yeah, I'm probably going to bed soon to. Same reason as Fate, I'll try and get online once I get home. It's only 7:30 here, so I got some time. I'm just going to have to remember to get on. Lol 7:30!? Lucky you. It's almost 10:45 here. Lol. East coaster, nice. Same here its ten forty-seven where I am. Freezing to. I might make an evil character so Radio has someone to RP with tomorrow. That would be good. I'm so excited about this RP ^^ That'd be great. Alright, I'm going to bed. Please don't go too far without me. Night ^^ Well that's perfect timing. I'm off to bed too. Night you all I'll make a profile for an evil character tomorrow. Night guys ^^ Hey guys! What's going on? Nothing waiting for Cells to get on. I made up a profile for an evil character I'm just waiting to see what she says about it. Cool, one of my friends decided to send her a see, but she won't tell me if she chose good, evil, or neutral... lol one of my friends is supposed to join too. But she hasn't made up a skeleton yet. Hey, as long as they join. The more, the merrier. OMG, I'm watching the Devil May Cry anime... so gory. Lol really? hmm, I wouldn't know haven't seen that anime, So when do you think Cells is going to log on? I have no idea. But I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to get off for a bit. Lol. Sorry guys, I was at my high school's talent show practice. Tomorrow I'm working dress rehearsal for the elementary schools talent show, then have to go to youth, then Thursday I'm working the Elm schools talent show. But I'll be on after wards, when I get home. So don't worry about me not posting. Wow, you seem really busy, Cells. =3 This is going to be fun! Hiya Radio and Fate =3 Hi guys. Sorry for disappearing yesterday. Got food poisoning last night. Food poisoning. Yum.hey Fate, I want to thank you for handling the situation on the board earlier. How would you like to be my conform god. Handel stuff when I can't. Yeah! I think Fate would do a great job :D Hi everyone! I'm really looking forward to this RP. Furthermore, I'm kinda in love with my character because I haven't done one like her in forever concur. You really did handle that situation well, Fate. And I hope you get well soon. Hiya Emily. Haha, cool! Well, I am too. I haven't ever done a lazy character before, so this should be interesting =3 My friend and I just had the funniest conversation about this RP and how my character is going to confess her love to Nazi. XD I also convinced my friend to join us so we should have another new character by tomorrow afternoon. ERM...ok since everyone seems to think I'd do a good job I'll accept the position thank you Cells. Oh, I definitely chose a good RP to join. This is going to get so fun! Should I have Legacy go to the thrown room and prepare him for the newcomer or just lead the new character to the thrown room next time she's on? Lead her to the thrown room. She's an elf, so he's got a little surprise for her. Oh.yes.heeled -evil smile-this is going to be fun Now we wait... Yeah, the only problem is that they are quite a few hours behind us... Yep...so we get to wait for a while... lol I love reading about this in the IOC. I'm actually the same time zone as you guys. I just stay up unreasonably late and was just playing some video games. :) I'm looking forward to this surprise. Lol. Alright Fate, I'm going to post you as co-forum god in the rules. Once Cells gets to the Ivory tower, every one will learn what the prophecy is, and people whom I have special jobs for will be emailed. I just have to work out a few kinks. Lol It's going to be pretty broad, nothing we have to follow to the point, so don't worry, I'm not going to be dictating this RP. XD For all I know, Evil could indeed win. Who knows. There may even be some backstabbing. Mwhahah. Lol Whew! Go evil! :evil: HAH! I have a treat for you all!:Carlos humor... Yes -sigh- I drew itch and, a little warning, Carlos is a 4.8B I L L I ON year old demon, some petty demon/warlock/wizard/whoevertheheck who is merely 200 years (or younger) cannot take her down... Please, don't even try!------→ I mean you can fight her if you want but don't expect anything pretty to come of the situation. o3o(had this talk with Fate and she and I are on mutual terms)this seems like a promising RP, just kinda wish my RPC could be included slightly faster but easy it's all good! Basically she's here to help serve Nazi, although she doesn't like it, she knows that she could be his greatest Ally and wants to bring the land of Mythic to its knees... from there... -sadistic grin-everyone will be in a big surprise. JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU THAT HEADS UP!!!!! ^^; Hi guys! I just joined this RP yesterday! It looks quite interesting I must say, and I can't wait to see how it all turns out. I was accepted, but my profile hasn't been posted. I'll post anyway, 'cause I just can't wait to be a part of this :D welcome to Kenosha! And welcome to the RP!..strange, she didn't accept mine without adding the profile. -shrugs- not gone question your integrity. And you might want to wait until you get your profile added to the front page of the actual RP before posting... >_> hey guys. Me'SA board. Oh, welcome new RP'ERS. ^-^ .........-grumbles- Radio needs to get online before I need to start cleaning. i. am. Boooooooored -_- He normally doesn't get on until about... I'd say five and six eastern time. Quote: Originally Posted by Kai La More welcome to Kenosha! And welcome to the RP! .strange, she didn't accept mine without adding the profile. -shrugs- not gone question your integrity. And you might want to wait until you get your profile added to the front page of the actual RP before posting... Sgt;_Sgt; I was a bit weirded out by the fact that she didn't add it, because she PMD me and said "greatly accepted feel free to post" so I was all OKAY! But then i didn't see my profile posted so I wasn't too sure lol which is why I still haven't posted BravosHmmmmmm..... strange, ask her about it? Fate........damn him. And he wonders why I'm never online when he gets home, I'M AT WORK BY THEN!....-_- and I have a feeling I'm the oldest person in this RP....*is old* lol_Sorry that sucks Kai Bravo~ If you forward the PM to me then I'll read it over and see what I can do to help. Pearls'all good, I'm going to a Mary Kay thing tonight and won't be home for QUITE SOME TIME -shrugs- oh well, nuts on him for taking so long :lol:....I consider him a little brother . 's one of the reasons I'm so hard on him (so you don't get all defensive about him or something)anywho, I'm off for a bit! I'm adding a few songs to the iPod then time to clean -sarcastic finger twirl- whew Have fun cleaning, Kai. I should do the same because I need to pack too. I really don't want to though. TNT It would be a great time killer though. She probably just forgot to add it or didn't have time to, Bravos. I'm sure it's fine. As usual, everyone logs off once I get online... Have fun Kai. I have to clean too here soon. But first homework. I'm so happy. Not....^-^ Hi Radio. Lol looks like you have bad timing. And of course once I'm done with the speed cleaning he gets offline... -growls angrily- DAMMIT . I have a good mind to call him and chew him out over this.w/e lol IDC that much -shrugs-... i don't want to go to this Mary Kay thing later. I know for a freaking fact that I'm not going to be able to handle my grandmother... -shivers- if there are any religious people in this RP and want to pray for me. Go right the freak ahead. I'm gone need some extra little help..............-_-;; I need to grab a few salt packets. Probably my Norse mythology book and uhm... a few extra crystals just to make sure. I really ought... but... Meh........... deck it I'm going to, and I'm going to jot down their meanings too. I height >_...and I'm off again. Quote: Originally Posted by Fate's Pearl Bravo~ If you forward the PM to me then I'll read it over and see what I can do to help. I just did :) ~Kai~ Oh boy that sounds fun Bravo~ Um it looks good go a head and post. OMG it's the weekend!! Time for some late nights of RP's and modern warfare 2 WHO!! I have to take care of my dog and make up back homework this weekend. So not to late for me. -Pout- I'll be logging of really soon though. I'm going to my girlfriends Dance Showcase. If only my school had Wi-Fi... lol have fun. Whew! To clear up the RP profile thing, I did accept him, just my computer froze, so I just turned it off for the night, right as I went to post his profile. Lol. And. Wait for it...DUN DUN DUN DUBUQUE! I have prophecy ^^ (yay for horrible spelling/grammar!) My friend and I worked on them today during art class, so they will be told to the RP world as soon as Cells gets to the tower! Yay for not being lazy! I'm so excited to hear them. =DI'm not on the list of evil people even though my profile is up. It's not a big deal, just wanted to let you know. YAY!!! I'm so excited. So everything's moving nice and smooth in the RP again yay! I posted late last time, so I don't think it was clear, but Janelle came through Legacy's shadow while she was at the gate, so she was left behind when Legacy moved. Yes, so Legacy moved to keep her from using the shadow again and had her eat something. So it went Janelle came through the shadow Legacy moved Legacy moved back and is having her eat something. Is that how it worked or am I confused? Oh, okay. I was confused. To me, it seemed like:Janelle appeared. Legacy moved and gave her something to eat. Oh, ok. I'll try to make sure I'm clearer on my characters movements so that we don't get confused again. ^-^ Okay. I'll try to read more carefully so I don't get confused. :) @ Emily Nova All fixed! Thanks for spotting that.^^ Hey, I just joined the thread, I know Radio from a couple of others lol. I look forward to ring with you all. So hooray for talented minds who came up with the idea and to the ropers who joined. :) Welcome! Tanks lol No problem. ^-^ I have no idea how I should introduce Warrick since he's supposed to meet the other 3 heroes >. I had actually decided to jump Kai's character before Legacy came in. I was glad when what I did fit with your post. Finally ... finished. *Falls over from exhaustion* lol Perfect post Cassidy. It's much better than my first post for Berlin. ^_^ *shakes head* Emily. You really want Janelle to die don't you? Thanks, he is kinda a comic-relief, but he's serious sometimes I totally agree with Emily. That was a GREAT introduction Cassidy! ......just wow, I take it everyone but Bravos and Emily want their characters alive.... -cackles- Thanks *being modest* :) Quote: Originally Posted by Kai La More ......just wow, I take it everyone but Bravos and Emily want their characters alive.... -cackles- what the hell. I specifically said I knocked the demon off the table, not a shadowy anything. No, you god modded me and I pulled out your stop. Heh. Quote: Originally Posted by Kai La More no, you god modded me and I pulled out your stop. Heh. Excuse me?? I'm not the one avoiding everything and getting as close to killing everyone as possible. 4.8 billion years old do you think was gone happen when Nazi pissed her off? oh, and she subdued Janelle, making sure she wasn't going to hurt her, then your character goes half-assed and tries to scratch her? Did you not READ the line when I said she wasn't there to attack? No. you had to just be Mr. Tough guy and mess with someone who is taller, badder and stronger than you.don't get Missy when I avoid your god modding because I CAN! Quote: Originally Posted by Kai La More 4.8 billion years old WTF do you think was gone happen when Nazi pissed her off? oh, and she subdued Janelle, making sure she wasn't going to hurt her, then your character goes half-assed and tries to scratch her? Did you not READ the line when I said she wasn't there to attack? No. you had to just be Mr. Tough guy and mess with someone who is taller, badder and stronger than you. don't get Missy when I avoid your god modding because I CAN! Well excuse me. But you're the one whose god modding everyone. I only did it because I wanted to get everyone out of the stupid situation you started. Who the hell cares how old you are, that doesn't mean you can come and be "oh I'm the best person here and I can kill you if I feel like it faster than one can blink" you're ruining this for everyone by god modding all the time. STOP TRYING TO BE THE BEST. Both of you calm down. Our characters have a right to attack if they wish to, Kai. You can't power play because I tackled you, or he said he knocked you down. What he did was a slight indiscretion and did not warrant your following post. I didn't even have a chance to respond, and you already had my character on the ground again. That's not fair. Actually, it does. She's easily provoked but if you actually took the time to read that in my profile you would have already known not to piss her off, or even trying to get to KNOW her before attempting to attack her. Twas your own stupidity that got you into this mess, next time, I'd be more cautious if I were you. Oh and, next time, I'm going to have to ask permission to do something, because i won't be so nice. You try and knock my character down without my warranted permission and you will notlike the outcome. I've been doing this longer than you have (probably) I have also designed this character to begrantedthe ability to be power played for one simple fact, she's not the best, but she's damn near it. The best is yet to come. You chose the side of evil meaning, it's free reignBravosi was trying to make a point across to Nazi to not disrespect her and then Janelle tried to Tackle her, oh and then you joined in. You butted in and I forced you two out. Next time, leave this to the adults kiddies. I'll grant age for Kai. It gives demons more power in every mythology.However, Kai I'll have to agree with the other two. You have to give them time to respond and counter accordingly. No one is going to die or be seriously wounded this early please. To be fair to everyone, I'd like to see effort to keep everyone from god modding and power playing. We want this to be fun for everyone. I think it'd be best if you let people attack you Kai, tackle you what not, but not get injured or not be phased by it. React like you have a physical body when attacked. Or explain that you turn into a shadow or aren't in a physical form during attacks so it doesn't seem so extreme and god modish... Sorry but I have to be fair to everyone Fate but....but...but.... -big sparkly eyes-that's no fun.... but okay, I'll agree... because you asked all nicely... -pouty face-hah, see boys and girls, if you just ask nicely and play devil's advocate a simple argument can be solved just that quickly!-grin- oooookay... I'll be nice..............for now ...JOKING!!!!! Thank you, Kai. I greatly appreciate it. And no pouty faces devil's advocates don't like puppy dog eyes either. -nod- *Changes subject* So when is the prophecy going to be told again? I'm very curious to hear about it. Thank you, Fate. And thank you, Kai, but you don't need to be condescending to people you don't even know. It's disrespectful, and I was perfectly polite while asking you to stop. *falls over laughing from Cassidy* hah! Dude you're awesome!!! Quote: Originally Posted by Cassidy LeBeau *Changes subject* So when is the prophecy going to be told again? I'm very curious to hear about it. It'll happen when... (I can't remember her name) reaches the tower and stuff. Lol Thanks I try sometimes. Well getting off for the night. I'll probably be on at about 10 a.m.-12 p.m. So later all. -sigh- My work is never done....well at least my homework isn't.Yeah, the prophecy thingy is supposed to be told with Cells gets to the Ivory Tower and reports to the Circle of Nine. *nods* oh and to warn you all, the biggest and baddest demon you'll ever know is coming and soon, -giggles in excitement-my deary is hopefully going to be accepted!!! Meaning... please don't mess with him o3o unless you want a repeat of our little incident but... magnified to such unfathomable means your eyes may explode!!!-hehehehehehe- You actually asked Dave to join? Mmm sounds like fun. Don't forget every being has a weakness though. Don't call him Dave, it's either DAE or Demos, and he wanted to join when I was talking about it lol......he hides his well -nods- So, I'm offline for a few hours, and you turned Nazi into a total wuss. No i don't play other peoples characters, had you given me permission, and he would have fought back with impeccable and impressive force. He would have knocked Carlos on her ass, momentarily, leaving her stunned, possibly given her a chance to calm before really plotting to kill him but alas you didn't give me that permission so he just sat there, watching everything unfold.EDIT And this is why people F E A R her You paralyzed him and constantly cut him with whatever the hell it was. Oi you two no fighting in IOC. I have to sleep now. So I can't post either. ^-^ Night, and be good. -nod- I wanna post as Berlin, but I can't think of anything that would last long then a line or two. >_Raizonever paralyzed him, there IS a way out of the shadows you know. It's called...... *stops short* ask me through I'm and I'll grant your wish to know this....GET YOUR BUTT ON AIM AND I'LL EXPLAIN TO YOU WHAT HAPPENED screw it. He wasn't paralyzed, just restrained, he could have attempted to fight the shadows as well as talked to her, but instead the others distracted me, which, you could have made him get up after you saw what happened and talk to her instead of consulting me on the IOC board, anyhow, he was never paralyzed, the shadows can do much, but never can they go that far. Just as a heads-up, I'm deleting this account and will be using my main, Zero Ultimate from now on. Wow... hmm. Quite an interesting conversation I come back to no?geese, cant leave this board for more than 5 hours. LOLOL! Fate, do you think you could update the notice board real quick, since your heck involved with the evil side story, I'm I've been heck busy and not able to completely read things. ^^ Quote: [/CENTER]Notices 2/15/10 Role Play is created! IOC Board Created Fate's Pearl is the first person to join! Lt;3 Nazi Tats has been dubbed the evil lord! Sgt;:] Story The prophecy has finally begun. As night rested, a crimson moon rose. The world lays in question and curiosity at this blood moon. But for those that know the prophecy, their grips tighten and brows sweat, now knowing it may only be a moment before the world is fighting for its life. Good Vivian Rain Berlin Aorta Series’el Arch Warrick Madeleine Evil Carlos Kaolin Kai Legacy Cloud Berber Qua ton Janelle Belladonna Oust'tar Neutral Special Roles Cells Setter has begun her rush to the Council Nine's tower. Her course is currently running through a path in the Mystic Forest. Iran Song Lord Nazi Tats [/CENTER] Even though my Radio account doesn't say Banned on it, I won't be using it anymore. From now on is alright if I post using this account Cells? Yeah, no problem Sorry for all the posts guys. We sorta planned it happening, but I don't think we thought it was going to take so many posts. It doesn't interfere with anyone else so you don't have to worry that we messed with your character than walked away or anything. We just didn't want our characters to hate each other and this used up time while everyone else is off doing their own things. I probably won't post for like a day or something, so people can catch up on time. Not that I want to rush you or anything. Yeah, anyway. I'll keep track of the good people for Berlin but Janelle is out for the rest or the day in RP time I think. P.S. Bravos don't forget you owe Janelle a bedtime story! No problem Cells. Notices2/15/10Role Play is created!IOC Board Created Fate's Pearl is the first person to join! Nazi Tats has been dubbed the evil lord! >:]Story The prophecy has finally begun. As night rested, a crimson moon rose. The world lays in question and curiosity at this blood moon. But for those that know the prophecy, their grips tighten and brows sweat, now knowing it may only be a moment before the world is fighting for its life. GoodLivian RainBarolin AmorstaSerai’el ArcheWarryck MavelancEvilKaelos Kaolin Kai -Legacy Cloud -Berber Qua ton -Janelle Belladonna Oust'tar -NuetralSpecial Molecules Setter has begun her rush to the Council Nine's tower. Her course is currently running through a path in the Mystic Forest. Airan Song Lord Nazi Tats - starting to take more territory, expanding his army, and doing evil things.[/center]I think that's right... ..........how old is Janelle?????? o3o..... just wow -trying not to laugh at the evilly cuteness- 125, but I don't think that's very old for an elf. What do you mean "evilly cuteness"? Oh! The *stab feint* thing. Laugh away. I did while I wrote it. Alright, I'm lost, what did I miss last night? Lots and lots. Jaenelle and Before went and set a town on fire after the fight with the demon. Legacy is annoyed and ranting in the dinning hall after finding out. Your character is supposedly either in your quarters or still in the chair in the dinning hall. Erm....other than that the only important thing is that the other two are asleep and Kai's character is making yours choose to either accept that your weaker than her or start another fight and loose an alley. Well, like the evil bastard my character is, he's never going to admit that he's weaker than anybody. And a whole new can of worms is opened. ^-^ Lol. I think I didn't really explain what I meet. Quote: [/CENTER]Notices 2/15/10 Role Play is created! IOC Board Created Fate's Pearl is the first person to join! Lt;3 Nazi Tats has been dubbed the evil lord! Sgt;:] Here you post any important news that's happened that "day" that doesn't really involve the story line. 1/19/21 so-and-so created a banner! so-and-so made a map! Yaya! S Story The prophecy has finally begun. As night rested, a crimson moon rose. The world lays in question and curiosity at this blood moon. But for those that know the prophecy, their grips tighten and brows sweat, now knowing it may only be a moment before the world is fighting for its life. Here you would update the story line. It's like an every growing summary of a book in a sense. Good Vivian Rain Here is where you would type what that current person is doing/where they are at. That way in case someone wants to meet with that character, they will know where they have to go. Berlin Aorta Series’el Arch Warrick Madeleine Evil Carlos Kaolin Kai Legacy Cloud Berber Qua ton Janelle Belladonna Oust'tar Neutral Special Roles Cells Setter It currently outside of Iran Song's house, with Vivian Rain and another elf, attempting to locate Iran. Iran Song Lord Nazi Tats [/CENTER] ---------- Is the Arian person even doing the RP anymore? Quote: [/center]Notices 2/15/10 Role Play is created! IOC Board Created Fate's Pearl is the first person to join! Lt;3 Nazi Tats has been dubbed the evil lord! Sgt;:] 2/19/2010 Thread is filled All characters introduced! Story The prophecy has finally begun. As night rested, a crimson moon rose. The world lays in question and curiosity at this blood moon. But for those that know the prophecy, their grips tighten and brows sweat, now knowing it may only be a moment before the world is fighting for its life. In the event of the crimson moon rise, the Evil Lord Nazi Tats starts to expand his territory and his army starts to grow. Loyalties are formed and decisions are to be made by the Lord Nazi Tats whether he will ally himself with a forgotten figure from his past, the ancient devil Carlos Kaolin Kai, or if he will face the prophecy with the army he's forged himself. Good Vivian Rain - at the door step of the elf Iran Song's house, with Cells Setter, and others. Berlin Aorta - on horse back watching the events unfold on the door step of Iran Song's house. Series’el Arch - once contemplating breaking and entering she is currently out front with others outside poor Iran Song's house Warrick Madeleine - Also outside of Iran Song's house. Evil Carlos Kaolin Kai - Inside the Evil Lord Nazi's castle, speaking with the lord Legacy Cloud - In the dinning hall of Lord Nazi's castle Berber Qua ton - In his private courtiers with in the Evil Lord's castle Janelle Belladonna Oust'tar - In her private courtiers with in the Evil Lord's castle. Neutral Special Roles Cells Setter It currently outside of Iran Song's house, with Vivian Rain and another elf, attempting to locate Iran. Iran Song Lord Nazi Tats - in his private room talking with the Devil Carlos Kaolin Kai [/center] Oh ok. So like this. Warrick is a total teaser, it's funny how they all go back and forth with him @fate PERFECT! Thank you so much! I'm thinking we should all just move on without Iran at this moment in time, he can rejoin us at the tower if his owner comes back to the RP. What do you guys think? Sounds good to me. Yay! I did it.! Well they should at least camp out since they seem tired from the different directions they came from. Maybe time skip when the evils have finished their squabbles and dastardly plans. >:D I guess that they could all take a nap. We still have two people to wait on Berlin and Series'El, so character-nap? Yeah, Character nap I suppose. Cells can finish waiting for her feet to heal/meditate/quick flash back scene I suppose. No I meant like hijack the characters until the owners come back on. Ah. Hmm. IDK. Never mind, I can see we'll be waiting it out for the others, so meaningful conversations in the dark Just got home from the movies... I saw Shutter Island. Nothing makes sense to me anymore... i didn't even know that movie existed......... let alone why I'd want to see something that the title doesn't even make sense to me -shrugs- anyhow...welcome back little bro!!!!!! It takes place at a mental hospital on an island called Shutter Island. Make sense now? Ah, well thanks for clearing that part up!... it's not retarded like "the crazies" is it? The trailers make my brain go numb. Check your comments' woman YES SIR! -salutes-....sweetheart. You're the one who needs to check their comments :lol:I replied to you and poof, nothing back! ...Sunup... lol make me and post in the RP, I accept your idea and well, you have to read my monster post on page 10. Oh and, please have him acknowledge that she's not a meredemonbut the higher ranking of devil!!!! -Evil glaring face-hehehehehe, >_> -yawns- I almost passed out on my keyboard o.o For now, forget the post Kai had made, she is going to edit it in the morning. So much going on...sorry guys I won't be on much today I have a friend coming over... I have to get homework done too. I guess this is what I get for not having internet access for a day. >_ Quote: Originally Posted by Zero Ultimate For now, forget the post Kai had made, she is going to edit it in the morning. It's edited you jerk. Yeah... I'm getting rid of my Berlin post. There's no point to it anymore. I'll edit it to fit the situation the good guys are in now and post again. Edit: Re-introduced him and it's much better than the first time. BLEW long post. It's filled with good information about the tower/world though. Me'sag one for to long. Hey Fate, do you want Janelle and (maybe IDK if he's busy) Berber to wake up? I was planning on having Janelle sleep longer, but I didn't know that Nazi and Kai were going to go off on an adventure by themselves. Kai, you completely ignored my characters question... are you feeling alright? Emily if you'd be so kind as to wake her up that would be awesome. ^-^ Poor Legacy is all alone, even though she's probably not at all poor, and kind of grouchy but nonetheless she is alone. Heehee Quote: Originally Posted by Zero Ultimate Kai, you completely ignored my characters question... are you feeling alright? No. I'm not feeling well, my head hurts like hell.......... Sorry for disappearing like that. I didn't expect it to get so busy all of a sudden (although figures, cause this is a pretty cool storyline). I rarely have net over the weekends :/ because I usually use my sister's pc, which she overrules me. Hope you feel better soon, Kai :3 will you be able to edit your post to answer my characters question? Thanks, Treasure Zero I'll do that. Check my aim status, it might make you laugh. what does it say? The world will fall to... bunnies? Where the fuck did all these bunnies come from? Lols. Sorry if every thing is really confusing to the Heroes at this current moment. Now that every one is in the same room, the pro will be flushed out, and the real fun will be able to begin. ^^ HAH!!!!!!! ....cute Zero! XD Yay Cells! Lol. Ok, we need to come up with a marking that all the heroes (Vivian, Berlin, Series’El, Warrick, Cells, & Iran) have. A type of birthmark. Perhaps the shape of a crystal? A crystal is always classic. ^^ that could work Hey, Fate. Janelle did say "our." Quote: Originally Posted by Emily Nova "Fine. Sure. I'll concede to your backwards logic. Hooray for our victory, I guess. I'll be sure to only attack towns Lord Nazi wants me to attack from now on." (Emphasis added) Oh, damn. Thanks sorry I'm reading things all weird today. Thanks, Emily, I'll go fix it. Sorry again. It's fine. :) I do the same thing sometimes. Thank you for understanding. ^-^ hi guys! Lol What's going on? This whole RP is getting pretty exciting :D I know, and I have to get off for the night. Sorry! :(I'll try and get on tomorrow~ What kind of Crystal~? Can may be aqua? XD Alright, Kai, I'm confused. Are we back in the human realm or what? Okay, now this post is hopefully less confusing, she opened a portal to escape Gideon, she pushed him through, Gideon tries to kill her, he slams her into a tree, tree breaks in half, she grabs it, hits him with it, he falls over, she opens portal and jumps through back into the human civilization. Where Nazi was forced into. Yes, they're back in the human real and Carlos is badly injured by Gideon-- who happens to be just three ranks lower than Demos and is easily in league with Seamus. -- meaning. He could snap Nazi like a twig, even with the sword he swore his lord he'd protect. Hankies Kai. You're welcome, train your character. Gideon's going after him soon. Very soon....btw I can't reply to your post. Logging off for the night. Oh, and would someone find a way to get outside the castle and help Carlos. Yep I'll have Legacy help her if she'd like. Does anyone have any idea about what time it is in the RP? Yeah. All of this has happened in 1 night? Lol Apparently it is a long night. Lol I have no idea. But Cells hasn't moved it to day yet so... Me'SA have no idea. I'm going to assume it's getting close to morning. At least for us. IDK about the good characters. The timelines will synch eventually. Ok sounds good. Getting off soon Helene. :twisted: I had so much fun writing that. Kai, Nazi isn't in the dungeon GODDAMMIT WHERE THE HECK IS HE?! Throne room. You should read more carefully and if you're not feeling well then go to bed. I just got off of work and I fixed it, I tried to read it all there was just voodoo much information to soak in, be short with me again and i won't be so nice. Again, i fixed my posts there you go. Ah, the irony in that. I still find it funny how I tower over you. I'm glad the kingdom I made is being used. ^_^ IRL you tower over me, in this RP, hah good luck! Kaelos changes to size to accommodate different situations! Emilywas that geared toward those not playing good characters?? o3o pancake is confused! Well, I made up the kingdom of Baluster for my good character's bio, and it's being used, so it was a general statement really. Ohhhh I'm really happy that it's being used then!!!!!!! ^^; makes you feel proud doesn't it? Very proud! ^_^ Lol as you should be -glares at zero-What? 'Acknowledge her as second in command' aye? So you leave the newcomer in charge (no offense Emily :sweat:) ....... -keeps glaring at zero-He acknowledges her, but he doesn't trust her to be in his castle, in charge, when he's not around. Gee.......thaaaaaanks..... -rolls eyes-HAH! He shouldn't trust her :XD No offense taken. I'm just hoping no one starts trouble while he's gone. ...... Kaelos won't, she'll protect Janelle -nod- promise, she's an evil bitch, but she's not heartless -non-zero>_> ...no true evil should be trusted -Sniffle.- I'm going to have to work on Legacy's evilness. I don't think she's evil enough, or too nice to be truly evil. Lol she can have her moments like Carlos, or just know her ground? You know? Yours seems to be a submissive evil, mine is more of a chaotic evil-- does whatever the f*ck she wants :XD heheheChaotic Evil...means never having to say you're sorry -Stops sniffling- Ohh I see. Cool. She's submissively evil. Sounds good no work for me. -laugh- LOL!!!!! XD fate, you're a funny, funny person! :lol: lol! Fate Grr! Darn mixed messages! -Dance- I'm awesome that way. Lol Nazi and Legacy are running through the forest with nothing to do and won't get to where they need to go until daybreak... I'm bored now. -laugh- yep me too. ... Let's play a game! ’D what did you have in mind? Um... nothing. I mostly do games in person. ^_^;;; I'll look some up now. One site says to do 20 Questions, Would You Rather?, or that story game where everyone goes in turns and adds a sentence. Another site has weird word games that I'm still reading the rules for. With Antakshari one person says a word and the next person says another word beginning with the last letter of the previous word. It can be done in categories to make the game harder. Then there's DUD, which I've played with my friends before, someone starts with a letter than the next person says another letter, and you want to spell a word, but you don't want to be the one to finish it because then you get a letter. You have to have a word in mind or the word has to exist or someone can call you out, and you get a letter. Like say, I want to spell 'ghost.' Me: Zero: Fate: We: Challenge! Since you can't spell anything with "GHz" Fate would get a letter. (Sorry Fate.) The words have to be several letters long. Nvm. It's just the two of us. I didn't realize how few and how bad words games were. Lol Its alright, plus we'd have to move to a different forum so we don't get into trouble. I have to do a two summaries in history, so I'll work on that. True. I'm so bored now. This is my only really active RP. :(Emily you may want to do a few private role-plays, honestly those can build up the gold like mad crazy -nods- as well as help keep you entertained. -laugh- that's what I do. But they can also add up quicker than you expect, and you'll get crazy busy with it too. Mhmm I used to be busy until someone stopped posting in all the good role-plays ....... -glares at Zero-hunted died.... I've been trying. The first one, "I'm really busy. Do you mind if we start after the event?" Nothing. Second one, (Me)"I'm up for anything you want." (Him) "I don't really care." "Well, what about ___?" Nothing. I'm on my sixth or seventh attempt now, and I'm finally getting someone. I'm in three other RP's one of them hasn't gotten a post in over a week, and I joined and posted a week after the last person posted. One gets, at the most, three posts a day. And I have no idea what's going on with the third. I'm putting myself out there and it's not working. Want me to RP with you? I'm pretty literate-- and OH GOODNESS!!!!! SWEET!!! ... y-you missed my point!... she was talking about if a relationship formed with Nazi he'd probably cheat since sail and all-- but I liked the twist... -cocks eyebrow- he.he...........let's see where this goes -cracks knuckles--jumps around, giddy- OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! oh, and a small bit of information on Pandora-- she's married to Gideon and his messenger, she warns those who are to face her husband. It's a form psychological warfare. I might take you up on that offer, but right now I'm going to see how the new RP I'm joining is going to work. There are already four people that said they'd join, so along with me and the creator it should be pretty active.lol No, I got the point. I just decided to twist it. It's all the fun but none of the responsibility of helping reign in a new world order. HAH! oh, goodness! Well that'll probably make Zero laugh! XD I'm excited to see how it plays out! Why does Janelle think Legacy is with/has a thing for Lord Nazi? -curious look-Poor Legacy -evil grin- I do enjoy torturing my own characters I'll see how it plays out with the other characters and move her as needed. ^_^ -rubs the sleep out of my eyes-oh goodness gracious, but also let's try and keep the romance downplayed. It always ruins a role-play.... No kidding. I hate when a good RP becomes to romantic based and.well.die... x-x that's another reason I'm glad Emily thought of my warning of infidelity and wanted to boink Nazi when he needed it? I mean gawd... that sounds more like something an evil person would do anyway! -laugh- that's a good point isn't it though? You don't see a married person getting married and settling down, you see them raping women and possibly children, killing, setting things on fire. Those sorts of things (although Pandora is married to Gideon-- they're in love but granted they're not always faithful ....^^;) I think you meant evil person on the first married of your post. Lol And I get what you're saying. So... bored. Cells needs to log on and update the story line. Maybe I should update the story line. -.-; She was online at 1 a.m. but didn't do anything @Fate: It all started back when Legacy said "we" and I had Janelle misinterpret it. Ever since then she's been seeing nonexistent signals or misinterpreting things like how right now Legacy and Nazi are going off together. She's just crazy and doesn't like Legacy.@Kai: LMAO! I thought the same thing when I was writing the post. Like, why wouldn't she prefer to be the mistress? Pooh right. -smacks head- I remember reading that. Emily lol you're very talented and I'm glad to see this isn't some shitty-ass mainstream RP, I'm glad people actually....want to be evil in this RP, and not some shitty-ass anime evil either. Why won't Cells log on!?!? Cuz she doesn't like you Zero -snickers- joking, joking. She probably has a life too you know. Liar!! I don't believe you!!:PI'm just really, really bored and dinner isn't finished yet, so I can't stuff my face... .....o.o;well you had better believe it buddy boy, because she ain't online so what's that tell ya?..I'm bored too -sigh- Kai Kai, make a private RP!! Of WHAT may I ask?...i want to play Pandora as a child but i don't know what setting to do it in........ ;-; zero zero! Help me please? I know nothing about Pandora, so no. How 'bout a devil hunting RP? I and you could be devil hunters, but we would need a third person to play the big badass boss. ................-sigh- butwhowill play the badass boss?! Don't you know people who like playing as the evil mastermind? One, but he's working a 12-hour shift indefinitely and has sworn off men..... T_T...do you know anyone?and btw-- I have a character sheet up for Pandora, I just have to figure out a story-line for her... that isn't a-typical. Nope, I was relying on you for that one... well that idea is shot. -sigh- could always test Gideon out on Nazi.....>_> no, just no. No argument, no nothing. Just plain no o_o....why? Youafraidof Gideon? Nope, I want to fight Gideon in this RP. I feel like doing a kingdom hearts RP... ..................I know nothing about kingdom hearts to do a RP of it. -mumbles something-how about Final Fantasy? I WANT TO PLAY EITHER SUFFIX OR RENO! Thank you so much, Kai. That just made me so happy. ’D Nah, so many FF games that I can just go play one. There are only a two good KM games. If you can get more than just us to post in it, then I'll join. I love Kingdom Hearts! What Zero? Bwuah?i don't care for Kingdom Hearts, it's just a Final Fantasy rip off....-shrugs- how about a death note spin off? I don't want to do another two person RP. .......you Emily and I could all do a private RP >_> photo maybe even fate! Wow, me'SA board. Tooth....-catches up on what everyone is talking about- I've only played the first kingdom hearts, and I'm trying to get through the second. I'm more interested in Bayonet and Velvet Assassin right now though. I had a private RP once that had five people. ^-^ That was kind of busy...actually more like chaotic but in a fun way.Yeah, maybe fate! IDK I'm shot and now I'm on the phone so of course i won't be thinking of anything story-line wise!!! Could someone come up with one?? What about something pairing demons and.....gypsies? Hunters and....angels? A twist off of Dragon Age. (Which is a game...) Errr..... I'm thinking.... pairing? Romance?........ >_> Fate Fate Fate!!! Dragon Age, I like that idea!! I like the idea, but can we mix some dragons into this as well? No vampires or were-wolves... those are overdone. Kai there is a reason why it's called 'Dragon' Age -laugh- Sure... I haven't beat the game, so I don't know the whole story line, but I know the first half or so... Also in the game you can be three races, human, elf, dwarf, and then branches off of that. So we can try and keep to that if you guys would like. TIME FOR ME TO GO ELF AGAIN!! I'm going to go ahead and back out since i don't know ANYTHING about the game.......= 3 = have fun. Kai, go here Dragon Age I don't know anything about it either. I just know I saw it and want it badly. ^_^;; -shrugs- just have fun okay? -sigh- -laugh- Oh Emily I love the game...It's awesome. Kai would you like me to come up with another RP so we can all do it together.Oh, and before pairing is like mixing the two not romance. Like people hunting angels or gypsies hunting demons. That kind of thing. No gypsies. After seeing 'Drag Me To Hell' I don't do anything that involves gypsies. -shivers- I NEED TO MAKE A GYPSIES CHARACTER!!!!!.....and nah i just. IDK, don't mind me lol.i want to do something more evil based as it is -shrugs- -laugh- Oh that movie was funny not terrifying and alright. Something evil? Hm.... Modern evil or past evil? What about an Uncharted RP? The game I mean. Roman evil... like during Cesar's rule. Something like corruption spread throughout the council of gods, damning innocent angels and goddess to eternities of hell, bringing cause for a league of devils to bring down this council, which, is reining on high....NO GAMES ZERO! I'M NOT A GAMER.... few screw it. Kai, if you've ever watched Indiana Jones, then you pretty much know what that game is about. I prefer past evil. Modern evil people are just jerks. Oh! Kai I like that idea... I can do something with that. Want to see if I can write up a rough story outline? Zero.....never seen those movies....... = 3 = ......e_e.....milepost evils are more considerate and more. Uh.... IDK how to put it. Fateyes please! Lol Yeah. It's hard to word, but there's a big difference between past and modern evil. Past is more respectful than modern, modern is too cocky Alright, I'm bored again... -sigh- fate is working on the storyline while you harass me about the Indiana Jones movie series thing... be patient!!!! You of all people know I don't have patience. GET SOME!!!!! (Hahaha hahaha....perversion) -thinks-something like corruption spread throughout the council of gods, damning innocent angels and goddess to eternities of hell, bringing cause for a league of devils to bring down this council, which, is reining on high.... During the rule of Julius Caesar there were dark forces a mist. A dark corruption was a mist in the realm of the gods spreading like a disease throughout the council of the gods. It was slowly seeping into the gods and causing their hearts to blacken. The innocent angels and goddesses/goddess were being damned one by one to the realms of Pluto and to the darkest depths of his kingdom. This alone gives him the spark Pluto needs to send a league of angels to bring down the council who still reined high in the sky. Despite the rising threats in the sky there are also disruptions among the people on the earth that the gods rule over. A fog of destruction, corruption, and hate spreads down among normal people. Slowly history is carved for the mortals as a new history slowly begins to make their way towards the heavens. Er... I don't know how's this version? More like:... Corruption is spreading through the Council of gods, one by one their darkening, one by one their plucking off Angels and Goddess. It is a frightful scene in Olympus, the could are no longer white, they are but a dark purple, the sky is no longer blue but a black, lightening streaks through, this is not Zeus' doing though, a higher power is angry. The universe. Many of those banished have rallied together to dethrone the council, to reclaim their home, although many have perished, four have set their sights upon this. Four will bring the corrupt gods to their knees and four will return Olympus to its heavenly standards. Although the path will not be easy, it will be won.{they went from God's and Goddesses to Demons and Devils} So you want a Greek based RP. The Romans didn't have mounted Olympus. So... I'll try again. Lol One second....think.... lol sorry!!!! yeah, Greek based, but you see Greek and roman, they're the same lore -nods- There is something dark happening at the top of Mount Olympus that has angered their higher powers. The feasts are gone, the clouds are black, Uncontrollable storms alerts Hades to the changes in the realm above. Soon innocent Angels, Goddesses and Gods start to die and become part of his damned company. Slowly morphing from the blessed being of light to dark creatures and demons and devils. Corruption has blackened the hearts of the powerful Gods above like a disease blinding them with hate and want for more power. The corruption continues above as does the ruling and killing. Slowly the devils rise slowly gathering to reclaim their home. The task alone of getting free from Hades's realm is uneasy but with persuasion they have gained his help to help overthrow the remaining tainted gods above. The journey a head looks to be impossible but with determination and hate in their hearts the devils might be able to overcome even this. Er is that better. Will this be ready soon? I'm sorry for being impatient, but I'm super bored. Nothing is going on in any of my RP's and I haven't been accepted to the newer one yet. -jumps on you and juggles- I luff it!!!!!! ... now to talk about it with the others >_>hopefully, I'm going to lay down though, I'm exhausted from work... @[email protected]oh and I have to work on Saturday too Yay! I am good with my timing. I love it. :) Yay! -dance- I'm good. Its rough I could probably write a better one but for now. IT good. ^-^ alright, we need to do some serious planning for this private RP if it's going to work, Fate, when you have the storyline edited to how you want it I'll send out the character sheet requirements as well as the roles that can be fulfilled. So right now it's looking like:Fate's PearlEmilyNovaZeroUltimateand myself are all going to be involved in this RP? And I will naturally ask each of you which god you want to go against. My character Alva is who I will be playing, and she's going after Zeus and Hercules.(they were the decision makers in her mother's damnation as well as her own)

_~The Prophecy~_ (Medieval Fantasy) OOC Board|rating:3.0

NEBULA HIGH (IC - The Town of Nebula)

The High School itself is located in the middle of the dome, with a small "town" just off campus. The town has a small mall for students to shop and hang out at with a movie theater that plays the latest blockbuster movies. The theater is free to all students and faculty. The mall has various things that you would expect a mall to have, like an espresso stand, clothing stores, a video game store and a hobby and crafts store as well as various restaurants in the food court, which includes a McDonald's, a Subway and a Wok Inn (Asian take out-style food). The town also has various houses and apartments for the people (adults) who run the stores and such. There is even a public park with a playground for the children of the workers who live with them there. For those with the means, some of the students' families even live in the dome in a small suburban neighborhood, so some of the students don't need to live in the dorms. (Neutron De Guerre:Principal Neutron Position/Grade:Principal of Nebula High Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Open The school day was over and thus ended the first day of classes for the year. All in all he had to say that things had gone rather well, despite some rocky spots, mostly involving Carter and his corrupting influence. The principal had made his way in his car, a blue 2011 Kia Optima from the school campus to the 'town', which was about a mile away. Pulling into a spot at the Red Robin, he put the car in park and took a moment to ensure that he was presentable in his rearview mirror. Adjusting his glasses, he nodded and straightened the light brown suit jacket that he wore, along with his tie. To the principal of Nebula High, every occasion was at least somewhat formal. He opened his car door and slipped out, shutting it behind him before he walked to the front door to the restaurant, gently pushing it open and moving inside, where he was greeted by a young woman in a pair of black slacks and a Red Robin polo shirt. She smiled warmly and motioned to the tables." Good evening, Mr Neutron. Would you like your regular table tonight?" He smiled and shook his head."No, thank you, Mary. I'm having dinner tonight with a larger group. We'll need a table to fit at least six... maybe more." Mary beamed." Of course. Right this way. It seems that you're the first of your party to arrive." She turned and began to lead the older man to the back of the restaurant, where there were a few people dining... most likely family to workers and staff at the school. She led him to a large table that looked like it could hold about ten people comfortably. Furthermore, she motioned to the table and spoke cheerily as he sat in one of the seats." Here we are. Can I get you a drink to start you off while you wait?" He smiled and nodded." A rum and Coke, please." She smiled." Of course. I'll have that right out to you." So the man sat and waited for the others to arrive. By the time anyone else arrived, he already had his drink and appeared to be fiddling with his smartphone. Angry Birds for the win. (Biltmore De Guerre:Starlight Position:Vice Principal Location:Red Robin Restaurant Wearing:Black, backless knee-length dress that flows around from the waist down (perfect for dancing)Tagging:Albert, Open Having finished up the day at school, Jocelyn decided to head off a few minutes early and get in a shower. She cleaned herself up and pulled on a simple backless black dress that flowed around her waist and knees, a pair of nude stockings and black heels. Her blonde hair was curled and pulled up into clips on each side. She still wore her black framed glasses and spread some signature red lipstick across her soft lips. Finally happy with her appearance she made her way out to the restaurant. Having made prior arrangements with Albert to get there a little early she was slightly nervous. Rubbing her hands along her sides she sighed some and slipped out of her car finally. It was a simple economy sized car, sleek black and four doors. Nothing overtly fancy about it. Heading in, the doors were opened for her, and she smiled to the hostess. Being in public wasn't one of her greatest things to do, but she was willing to brave it all for a few moments of socializing with the staff." I'm meeting Mr Neutron here, has he arrived?" The hostess nodded and gave an affirmative answer before heading over toward that area, escorting the former hero to the table. Jocelyn gave her a nod and a smile of thanks before she looked onward at him. He was always so distinguished looking even as he sat there drinking his coke? And fidgeting with his phone. The thoughts of who he must be texting so fervently crossed her mind as she stepped forward and cleared her throat with a smile." I thought we were leaving work behind this evening.... or is she important enough to require that sort of concentration?" She gave him a half smirk and a grin to follow. The young woman was teasing him of course, and she hoped he saw that as well. Her gaze shifted around to see if any others had decided to show early as well but had so far not seen a single person of their party." No one but us yet?" (Due Rhiannon De Guerre:Whisper Position/Grade:School Guidance Counselor Location:Red Robin, Town of Nebula Tagging:Mr. Neutron, Jocelyn, Open. She was really glad she made the decision to return to the dormitory to actually change her clothes and redid her partial make-up. The first day of the new school year had run rather smoothly, and even more was how the staff manage to actually go through the first day with the new students was something, in her honest opinion. Still, the Asian woman was pretty excited when the evening arrived and knowing she had to get herself ready and looking more presentable for the planned dinner. Picking a dainty pastel mint-colored knee-length dress was one way to go with short sleeves, and added with matching heels seemed appropriate. Once she was ready, she took a cab to head to Red Robin and paid to the driver after reaching the restaurant. Entering into the premise, she couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous and yet, excited at the same time. Then again, the staff did not really have a chance to have a small gathering like this. She only hoped she wasn't very late or anything like that. The hostess came over to her after she entered, and the woman greeted her with a smile before Milan began to ask the hostess a question. Seemed like two had arrived before her, which made the councilor beamed. She allowed for the hostess to guide her to the back of restaurant, and once seeing Mr. Neutron and Jocelyn at the table, she gave them a wide, friendly smile, and she went forward to greet them with an excited wave. "I'm glad to see you both had arrived. Mr. Neutron. Jocelyn!" Looking over both of them, she chuckled and continued with her friendly smile, "Jocelyn, you look so amazing in that dress! Made me feel like I should dress up a bit more now. And of course, Mr. Neutron, you look dashing as always." Turning her head around for a moment, she had noticed no one else had arrived yet but them." The others should be arriving soon. Hopefully, they would not take too long." Milan commented as she took a seat at the table and placing her hand purse upon her lap. (Ellie Cooper (Kelly)Nom De Guerre:The Switch Position:Magic/Psychic Fortitude Teacher Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Albert, Jocelyn, Zhang & Open Once the class was over, Ellie asked a couple of the bigger students to remain behind to help her pack everything away. Once done she wiped the board clean and left the classroom. Upon locking the door, she sighed." Job done, my dear"she remarked to herself." Now back to the room to get changed. Oh, what to wear and who to go as." With her new-found confidence, Ellie went as herself. Sounds like a normal thing to do, but she was not normal, she could have gone as Ellis. She wanted to walk into town. After all it was not far. She had chosen to wear her favorite blue dress with matching heels. The dress came done just below her knees and she felt very nice in it. Subtle make-up was the name of the game here and after cleaning herself up she had used hair straightness to style her hair. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(she was just a few hundred yards from the Red Robin, she could see Albert blue 2011 Kia Optima in the car park so at least she was not the first to arrive. It seemed that Jocelyn had already arrived too as her black four doors was not too far from Albert's. The doors were opened as she got close enough for the sensor to pick up her movement. She gave the hostess a warm smile and uttered"One for Mr Neutron's party"knowing he was here and forgetting during the day to ask who would have booked the table. The hostess walked her to the back of the restaurant, and she smiled as her shoulders relaxed when she saw that Zhang was there too. She liked her very much indeed. Unfortunately for Ellie it was now that she became a little nervous. She didn't do social stuff. So she tried to recall how Ellis would handle it and smiled to herself. The smile remained as she walked up to the three of them. By now Zhang was getting seated so she nodded to her and spoke finally." I am glad to see I am not the first to arrive. Have you all been waiting long?" She then looked at them all in turn and added"We should do this more often so that we can get to dress up. You all love quite lovely. Can I get anyone a drink?" (Neutron De Guerre:Principal Neutron Position/Grade:Principal of Nebula High Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Jocelyn, Zhang, Ellie Albert looked up from his game as he heard the voice of the lovely vice-principal. He smiled and turned the app off, setting his phone down, and he took a drink of his rum and coke. The woman really was lovely. If he wasn't married, and he was 10 years younger... Finally, he spoke, shaking his head slightly." Ha. No... I was playing Angry Birds while I waited. That game is oddly addictive." He looked her over as she sat down and nodded." It would appear that we are the first to arrive. Ah, no... there's Ms Milan." He smiled to the Asian guidance councilor as she made her way over to the table, standing and moving to pull a chair out for her, just like he would have for Jocelyn if she hadn't snuck up on him like she did." Zhang. It's a pleasure to see you again. Thank you very much. You look absolutely beautiful, as usual." After she was seated, he glanced behind him to see Ellie was there as well. He smiled genuinely to the magic instructor and pulled out a chair for her as well." Ellie. You're looking lovely." He took his seat again, settling in and took another sip of his drink before speaking again." Do we know who else is coming? Nurse Brentwood? The Wolf? Jacob? Kayla, perhaps?" He had to admit, he had been looking forward to meeting with the DSA liaison and high-tech professor when she arrived. (Biltmore De Guerre:Starlight Position:Vice Principal Location:Red Robin Restaurant Wearing:Black, backless knee-length dress that flows around from the waist down (perfect for dancing)Tagging:Albert, Zhang, Ellie, Open Jocelyn chuckled a little at hearing that he was indeed playing a game on his phone instead of actually texting or something of that sort. She didn't really see Albert as the sort to play games. She guessed she didn't really know a lot about him after all. It was a good thing that they had these outings for the faculty then." Jocelyn, you look so amazing in that dress! Made me feel like I should dress up a bit more now. And of course, Mr. Neutron, you look dashing as always." She turned to see Zhang had arrived and smiled to the guidance counselor. She did know what to say to make a girl feel good about how she dressed. Furthermore, she had actually dressed to impress Principal Neutron, but obviously a married man like him wouldn't comment on how another woman would look. Then she noted that he told both the other women, as Ellie arrived, that they each looked nice but not her. She had to wonder if she smelled bad or something. Turning to face Ms Cooper she gave her a warm smile and a nod." I am glad to see I am not the first to arrive. Have you all been waiting long? We should do this more often so that we can get to dress up. You all love quite lovely. Can I get anyone a drink?" She was glad someone offered up drinks because she was thinking she needed something stronger than her wine spritzer now. Giving the blonde woman a smile she nodded again." I'd love a sangria please." Okay so it wasn't a strong drink as she would have liked, but Red Robin didn't likely carry what she wanted anyway. Good Russian Vodka was hard to come by. She sat back in her seat with her legs crossed and looked to them each before the Principal spoke again." Do we know who else is coming? Nurse Brentwood? The Wolf? Jacob? Kayla, perhaps?" She shook her head some and gave a smile to him." Tayla is settling into her living quarters and preparing to pick up where Hector had left. As for Belinda, I am not sure. I think she said she would try but could not say for sure." (Due Rhiannon De Guerre:Whisper Position/Grade:School Guidance Counselor Location:Red Robin, Town of Nebula Tagging:Mr. Neutron, Jocelyn, Ellie. When the principal stood up and pull a chair for her, Milan went and accepted the seat with a wide smile; even giving a nod of thanks to the older man. She couldn't resist but feel sort of pleased to receive a compliment on how she was dressed by the principal, but then again, it was just politeness from his part. Placing her purse upon her lap, the Asian female then noticed the arrival of Ellie, and she gave a wide smile towards the other woman, then adding a wave towards her. Gesturing to Ellie, she then patted the empty seat beside her and hoped for the other woman to understand her little gesture. But still, her offer was not unheard and Milan responded after Jocelyn spoke of her order, "I would just like a Shirley Temple, please." She then turned her head to Mr. Neutron as he inquired about the rest of the staff. Allowing for the vice principal to say her answer first, the guidance counselor then proceeds to answer, "Ohh, Jake is definitely coming. He should be here soon. Not too certain for The Wolf. He mentioned he has... something else to do for the night, but I had extended the invitation to him earlier." Lifting a hand to adjust her glasses over her eyes, she then gave a glance around her co-workers and gave her usual warm smile, "Perhaps we could wait for a while longer and see how it goes? Then we can start ordering, if you all like?" (Ellie Cooper (Kelly)Nom De Guerre:The Switch Position:Magic/Psychic Fortitude Teacher Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Albert, Jocelyn, Zhang & Open She smiled warmly to all before addressing them individually; prolonging it a little more when he looked upon Zhang. He liked her a great deal. Not wishing to seat just yet, she looked down on the chair that Albert had reserved for her and nodded to show that she was grateful. “Thank you, Albert. I thought I would put on something special for such a night as this. Ellis is well and truly tucked away. Well this is not really his color.” She then touched her dress briefly before looking to Jocelyn again who had just replied to her question of drinks. With the drinks order in from Jocelyn and Zhang, she smiled to the counselor and nodded to show that she would like to sit by her when she had seen her pat the chair next to her. “I will be right back. I hope my seat is still available for my return.” He then giggled a little before heading to the bar. Even though it was only a small order, she could be heard muttering“Sangria and Shirley Temple” over and over until she reached the bar. Well she knew what she wanted o it was silly to repeat that one too. With the drinks ordered she stood at the bar waiting for them while thinking of those that had not arrived as yet. Well Jake mostly, but she would be forgiven this as he was incredibly hot. Well she would forgive herself such thoughts anyway. With drinks now in hand, she returned to the table and sat down next the Zhang. She handed the drinks to the relevant co-workers and took a sip of her G&T.“There you go. I think Zhang is right to wait a little longer before we order. Gives the others time to get here.” She then took another sip to calm the nerves. (Neutron De Guerre:Principal Neutron Position/Grade:Principal of Nebula High Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Jocelyn, Zhang, Ellie Albert sat back and smiled, watching his staff as they conversed. Truth be told, he had only not complimented Jocelyn because when she greeted him he had been a bit distracted. Of course, he had no idea that she was feeling a bit put off by his actions... ignorance and all that. He simply smiled, oblivious to what faux pas he may or may not have committed. He took another sip of his drink and set the glass down, pausing to remove his glasses and clean them. Furthermore, he raised a brow as he placed his glasses back on his face as he looked to Zhang." Oh, the Wolf has always been an antisocial old fuddy-duddy. Don't mind him.(StanszNom De Guerre:Captain Indestructible Position/Grade:Gym Teacher / Football Coach Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Those Gathered"Don't mind who, now?" The large man stepped over to the table with a big smile on his face. He extended that smile to each of those gathered, especially the ladies. Making his way to an empty seat beside Ellie and Jocelyn, he took a seat and offered a wink to the vice principal." Looking good, Jocelyn." He smiled to the other ladies as well."The same goes for the two of you. Is this it, or are we expecting anyone else?" He smirked a bit." Have we started exchanging 'first day of the school year' stories yet? Those are always fun." Jake was wearing a pair of well fitting black slacks and a blue button down shirt that was tucked in, framing his impressive 6'9" frame well. It appeared he had taken the time to get dressed up tonight. On his feet he wore nice black leather slip on shoes. (Biltmore De Guerre:Starlight Position:Vice Principal Location:Red Robin Restaurant Wearing:Black, backless knee-length dress that flows around from the waist down (perfect for dancing)Tagging:Albert, Zhang, Ellie, Jake, Open Jocelyn smiled to Zhang and nodded. She thought it was a great idea. Her eyes shifted to Ellie then and chuckled some at the idea of Ellis in her dress. The vice principal hadn't seen much of Ellie's counterpart and had assumed that the female half was more comfortable being in the open than the male part. Jocelyn had found it fascinating but knew it had to be slightly frustrating for Switch at times. She took her drink then with a polite thank you and then looked around to see Jake joining them now." I think we should at least order some appetizers and then once we think we have everyone we can order dinner. Does that sound acceptable? I hear they have a wonderful sample platter and tortilla chips here." She sipped her fruity drink and then smiled at Jake's compliment. Jocelyn thought that at least one man here had noticed her enough to acknowledge her dress. The girls were more complimentary than anyone else, but she assumed it was only to get a compliment back as most females were sort of catty that way."Thank you, Mr Steins, you look nice as well. Clean up well and all that." She looked over toward Albert as he spoke of the wolf, and she chuckled some imagining just how the hand-to-hand teacher might react to that description of himself. It would have been interesting to see Albert and the Wolf in a sparring match. Or even Jake and The Wolf. The idea did cross her mind to have some sort of school event where teachers sparred with one another and gave a chance for students to spar with various teachers as well. She didn't say anything aloud about it, but it was worth mentioning later. She drank more from her glass and then glanced over toward a waitress as if willing her to come to them. Jocelyn didn't have that sort of power but if she did, it would definitely come in handy right about then. (Ellie Cooper (Kelly)Nom De Guerre:The Switch Position:Magic/Psychic Fortitude Teacher Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Albert, Jocelyn, Zhang, Jake & Open Ellie giggled lightly to herself when Albert made his comment about the Wolf, being an old fuddy-duddy, to Zhang. Her focus was then moved to Jake as the man of men made his presence felt. She was not sure, but she felt herself blush when Jake complemented her and the others on how they looked. She felt the heat in her face dissipate when the man sat next to her. Feeling a little nervous, she listened to his perfect voice while he asked if they had started exchanging stories yet. Before beginning to share, not that she would be the first, Jocelyn aired a good idea about ordering some appetizers followed shortly after by a return of complement to Jake. This gave her the confidence to do the same. Firstly she looked to Jake and added in her usual soft voice, when speaking with this particular man. “I happen to agree with Jocelyn on all counts. You do look very handsome in your attire, not that you don’t usually of course and I thank you for taking note of what I was wearing too.” Before she's starting to crack up, with the first sign of a stutter, she turned away for a moment to continue. Looking to that man, for too long, made her heart flutter a little more than she was comfortable with.“Appetizers would be lovely. Should we call someone over to take the order, perhaps? The sample platter sound divine.” (Neutron De Guerre:Principal Neutron Position/Grade:Principal of Nebula High Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Jocelyn, Zhang, Ellie Albert smiled at his staff, pleased with the turnout. He doubted they would see the Wolf or Nurse Brentwood, and Kayla had only just arrived at the school, so he was certain she had much to do. At the mention of appetizers, he nodded and picked up one of the menus that had been left on the table. He opened it up and adjusted his glasses to peruse it, before he smiled." What do you all think of the sampler platter? We can get the party sized platter... it comes with mozzarella sticks, jalapeño bites, slider burgers, onion rings and hot wings." He glanced at each of them to see what they thought of the idea. Truthfully, he was going to stay away from the hot wings and jalapeño bites, his acid reflux being what it was these days. In his youth he had enjoyed many spicy foods, but now he had to worry about things like his heart, watching his cholesterol and controlling his salt intake. Ah, the joys of getting older.(StanszNom De Guerre:Captain Indestructible Position/Grade:Gym Teacher / Football Coach Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Those Gatheredjake glanced at each of the staff gathered, offering a winning smile to Ellie at her compliment. He picked up his menu and was looking it over when the principal spoke up. He nodded in agreement at the idea. Furthermore, he enjoyed him some spicy foods. Furthermore, he didn't have to worry about what kinds of foods he ate, either... his metabolism being was it was. It seemed that every part of him, every cell was in fact indestructible." That works for me. Bring on the hot wings!" He had ordered a Coke for himself, not bothering with an alcoholic beverage since nothing of the sort affected him at all. He glanced between the three ladies again, his eyes giving each of them some attention before he glanced over to the door to see if anyone else was going to show up. It seemed that at least for now, they were it. (Biltmore De Guerre:Starlight Position:Vice Principal Location:Red Robin Restaurant Wearing:Black, backless knee-length dress that flows around from the waist down (perfect for dancing)Tagging:Open She nodded in agreement as well and looked over as a waitress approached. Jocelyn smiled at the woman and sipped her drink before waiting to be acknowledged. The woman looked them all over, some of the others more so than the others, and mostly the ones most known to be heroes. For having lived in the town of Nebula so long, one might think she was used to the heroes and the whole "star" atmosphere, but she was still starstruck at the sight of them and smiled dazzlingly." Hello! What can I get for you all this evening? Appetizers to start? I see most of you have drinks, anything for the rest of you?" The vice principal would let them each order their own drinks, but she did speak up on behalf of the group regarding the food and her own drink of choice. Giving the young woman a smile she almost commanded her attention and the girl looked at the blonde female." We would like your party sized platter with a side of chips and guacamole. I would like an iced tea also with a little lemon, unsweetened please." The girl was writing it all down and then looked up to the others for drinks or whatever they might add. She seemed very attentive and focused a lot of her attention on Captain Indestructible and the lovely Ms Cooper. Jocelyn looked between them all and could have chuckled at the goo eyes that Jake was getting from the poor girl. It was slightly amusing and would never get old seeing such reactions. (Ellie Cooper (Kelly)Nom De Guerre:The Switch Position:Magic/Psychic Fortitude Teacher Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Albert, Jocelyn, Zhang, Jake & Open Ellie nodded at the idea of the sample platter and took another sip of her drink. After all it was likely the only meat she would get her lips around this evening. She signed at the thought and then smiled. Her luck with the opposite sex, which varied greatly depending on whether she was Ellie or Ellis, had been limited at best. She imaged it was due to the fact that she could change sex on a whim but hope that it was not that simple. She then amused herself for a moment upon an image of changing to her male counterpart during the act and then calmed herself since all these thoughts of sex were bound to show upon her face, which usually went red with embarrassment if allowed to do so.Instead, she made the best of Jake’s smile, which she was bound to make more off in time. Images of what she would like to do to the man, were dissolved by the interruption of a waitress wondering what they wanted to order. She smiled politely to the girl and then went back to her drink. It was the men who would order for her. Or at least that was her belief having nodded an acceptance for the platter. She then smiled at the vice principal for ordering the food. She liked her a great deal and respected her even more. In time the girl’s attention moved to Ellie, so she ordered another alcoholic drink, not dissimilar to the one she was currently drinking. She was polite, but she already didn’t like the girl, a pang of jealousy perhaps in regard to the handsome man sat next to her. (Neutron De Guerre:Principal Neutron Position/Grade:Principal of Nebula High Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Jocelyn, Zhang, Ellie As the waitress smiled and told them their order would be out very soon, Albert returned her smile and watched as the girl made her way back to the kitchen to have their food promptly made. Turning back toward the rest of his party, he nodded as Zhang excused herself from the table, saying that she had something she had forgotten about to attend to. He bid her farewell and turned back to the others with a slightly concerned look on his distinguished features." I hope she's going to be alright. That was rather abrupt." He turned to Jocelyn and smiled, taking a moment to look her over appreciatively, perhaps inappropriately considering the fact that he was a married man. Heck, he was a grandfather. Not that being a grandfather at his age was uncommon... there were many cases of men as young as 30 that he had heard were grandfathers. He spoke in a friendly voice." So, Jocelyn... where did you find that dress? It looks very nice on you."(StanszNom De Guerre:Captain Indestructible Position/Grade:Gym Teacher / Football Coach Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Those Gathered Jake watched the waitress' backside as she walked off, wondering if she walked with that little sashay for just anyone. He finally turned just in time for Zhang to make her goodbyes... which Jake was honestly a bit disappointed in. He had been a bit interested in the lovely Asian woman after all, and while he certainly didn't have anything against the remaining company, he enjoyed flirting with the guidance councilor. Furthermore, he wished her a safe evening, and after she had left, he looked over at Ellie and then to the Principal as the man made eyes at his vice principal. Furthermore, he chuckled inwardly. Either there was something going on there or the alcohol was affecting Mr Neutron more severely than he was willing to admit. He laughed a bit and spoke up." Hey, I heard a great joke the other day. He, it's funny as Hell." He took a sip of Coke before continuing." So the CIA is in need of a new hit man... so they place secret ads where they need to and soon enough they have three applicants. They can only hire one, so they ask each of them, one at a time to come into the facility with their wives. So the first guy comes in, and they put his wife in a room with nothing but a chair to sit in and, outside the room they tell the guy 'we need a hitman that obeys orders without question'... so they hand him a gun and tell him to go into the room and kill his wife. The guy goes in and about a minute later comes back out and hands the gun back, saying 'I thought I could do it, but I can't. I'm sorry.' They take the gun back and tell him it's fine, the job isn't for everybody. So they get the next guy to come in and, same as before, his wife is sat down in the other room. They give him the gun and tell him to kill his wife. The guy goes into the room and comes out a few minutes later with tears rolling down his cheeks. He's like 'I really thought I could do this, but we've been married for twenty years. I just can't.' Again they take the gun back and tell him it's ok and send him and his wife on their way. So the third guy comes in and same as before... wife in the next room, they hand him a gun and tell him to kill his wife. As soon as the guy goes into the room they hear BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! .and then silence. Then they hear this horrible crashing sound that goes on for about a minute. Finally, the guy comes out of the room, hands the gun back and says 'this damn gun you gave me was full of blanks! I had to beat her to death with the chair!'". (Biltmore De Guerre:Starlight Position:Vice Principal Location:Red Robin Restaurant Wearing:Black, backless knee-length dress that flows around from the waist down (perfect for dancing)Tagging:Albert, Ellie, Jake, Open Chuckling a little at Jake's joke she shook her head. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or groan and the chuckle sort of slipped out. When the guidance counselor left she nodded to her and said goodbye. It was a surprise that she did go as she and Jake had both pretty much organized this little get together. And then there were four. She looked back to Albert as he mentioned her dress." Thank you. Its just something I keep around when I go out. One of the few that I am comfortable in." She offered a smile again and then glanced back to Ellie and Jake again." Jake that was so bad, but I did chuckle a bit. Where on earth did you hear such a joke? I'm sure the CIA guys would have gotten a good laugh out of that." Jocelyn had worked with NASA previous to getting her powers, before the accident in space that is. She knew a couple of people who worked for the government. It wasn't a sure thing they were CIA, but she was betting they were, if not FBI. Either way they both were a little stuffy and had odd senses of humor at times. She looked back toward the waitress as she walked off and noted the way Jake looked at her and the way Ellie looked at Jake. A slight grin slipped her lips before she pressed them together then she addressed them." So... how was the first day for you all?" (Ellie Cooper (Kelly)Nom De Guerre:The Switch Position:Magic/Psychic Fortitude Teacher Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Albert, Jocelyn, Zhang, Jake & Open Ellie almost went with her friend when she had to leave but in the end she decided to remain and chat with her other colleagues.” I am sure she will be fine and perhaps with luck she will join us again later.” In truth, she was not sure, but she was hopeful. While Albert spoke to Jocelyn, Ellie happily turned to Jake, who by the looks of things had a joke to share. She had also joined in the chuckle from Jake upon how the principal was starting to behave around the vice principal. Now with her attention on Jake, he listened while he told his joke; smiling appropriately during the joke. By the end she looked shocked forgetting that it was not a real event. Within seconds, she was laughing when Jocelyn chuckled. She would smile to Jocelyn upon her remark about the joke to Jake. It was bad, but she would not air it since the vice principal had done so already, and she would not want to risk hurting Jake’s feelings. She would give the waitress a dismissive look upon being told that the food was ready and catch Jake looking upon the ‘help’ when Ellie was looking upon the man herself. What moved her eyes away from the magnificent man was a question from Jocelyn about her day.” I enjoyed it in the end. It was only one lesson, so my stress levels remained low. It was a bit of theory about magic and superpowers followed by a practical session in which they would show or describe their powers as they stand currently. Some have great potential as I am sure you already know and some will take a little more encouragement to shine, but on the whole a useful afternoon. I look forward to bringing them forward over the next few months and years.” She then giggled a little before adding” I even showed them Ellis, but I will most likely not do that again.” She would then take a sip of her drink and wonder if the waitress had poisoned it before dismissing such a thought.” How about yours? Jocelyn, Albert, Jake?” When she said their names she would move her head or eyes to the appropriate person with a warm smile. (Neutron De Guerre:Principal Neutron Position/Grade:Principal of Nebula High Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Those Gathered Albert chuckled a bit at Jake's joke. He had in fact heard it before, but it would have been rude in his book to tell him that. He adjusted his glasses and took another sip of his drink as the four of them sat at the table together. Furthermore, he was a bit disappointed that more of the staff hadn't made it to their little gathering, but something could be said for a smaller group. Furthermore, he glanced at the door and then back to the teachers and faculty at the table, smiling at Ellie and Jocelyn." I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of stories to tell, myself. I could bore you with stories from the heroics back in the day, but I'm sure you'd rather not hear them." Albert seemed slightly at ease in a social setting, but not as comfortable as Jake did. He had to marvel at the man's social grace and ease of comfort in situations like this. Albert had always been a bit of a socially awkward child, and his teen years weren't much better. It was only when he reached adulthood and joined the Sentinels of Honor that he felt he could truly open up to people. (StanszNom De Guerre:Captain Indestructible Position/Grade:Gym Teacher / Football Coach Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Those Gathered Jake grinned at that. He liked it when his jokes were a hit. He took another sip of his drink and chuckled, glancing at the three of them. His eyes followed the principal's gaze to the door, and he laughed." Albert, I don't think anyone else is going to show. We're too cool for the school, it seems." He listened to Ellie's story about her first day and smiled. His own first day was interesting. Assume had asked him to sign that comic for her in his office and then class had started, but that wasn't much of a story. Hamm..." Oh, I had an ok first day. We had laps around the track today in one class, with the power nullified on, of course... Karter Dean and Greg Larson won the right to decide tomorrow's main activity, which they decided will be dodgeball." He smiled at that. He loved dodgeball. Even as a kid it was his favorite gym 'sport'. Something about being able to peg one of your peers from across the room, sending them flying really appealed to him. Of course, they'd end up getting him back, but all was fair in dodgeball. (Biltmore De Guerre:Starlight Position:Vice Principal Location:Red Robin Restaurant Wearing:Black, backless knee-length dress that flows around from the waist down (perfect for dancing)Tagging:Albert, Ellie, Jake, Open"My day was uneventful minus the incident with Carter and Chloe. As well as bringing in Kayla, but I'm glad you all had a good start. Yes, Albert, I don't think we're getting anyone else. That's okay though. Smaller groups just mean for us to get to know each other better." She gave Ellie a smile and then looked to the men and did the same. It was easy to sit there and converse when the crowd wasn't too large. Jocelyn didn't do well with large groups. Hell she didn't do well with small ones, at least if they were on a personal level like this. Professional areas were so much easier for some reason. Working at NASA was no problem, the school was easy to work through, but staff gatherings that weren't to discuss school issues or things that needed to be done were a bit more difficult. Then again maybe the Vice Principal just didn't like to talk about her own personal life. It was easier to just go about her day and then spend her evenings at home alone. Most of the time. Jocelyn looked up in time to see the waitress coming back in rather quick timed manner and spread out their appetizers with the help of another waiter. She continued to give Jake smiles and obvious flirty glances. Who wouldn't? After all it was Captain Indestructible. If they had been in any normal city then the group would likely have seen more people wanting autographs and more star struck kids wanting to meet the superheroes. Even Principal Neutron was still well known even if his time in the Supergroup had passed. (Ellie Cooper (Kelly)Nom De Guerre:The Switch Position:Magic/Psychic Fortitude Teacher Location:Town of Nebula - Red Robin Tagging:Albert, Jocelyn, Jake & Open Albert’s, Jocelyn and Jake’s smile was return once the principal had turned his head from the door, as if looking to see if anyone else would be coming. She had wondered that too but at least Jake was there so she was more than happy with that. Albert’s update was short, but he would have her undivided attention. Jake’s comment about the fact that no one else was coming amused her and she opening giggled a little when he laughed. ‘To cool for school’ indeed. She had never been that cool, but she liked the idea of it. Her attention would then move to him as he told of his day. She even cringe a little upon the mention of dodgeball but no comment would be aired about the health and safety aspect of such a sport. Besides, she sensed that Jake like it and with that she would have to learn to like it too if she was to have another thing in common with him. For a moment her eyes moved to Jocelyn as she spoke of the events surround her day. She nodded when she spoke of liking smaller groups. It was nice and cozy and Ellie liked that too. With the first of the courses now on the table she picked a few of her favorite things and placed them upon her plate. For now, she had missed the flirty glances from the waitress, luckily for the server and began to pick at her food when happy with her lot.” This looks delicious. My compliments to the chef.” she said without looking at the waitress. Between mouthfuls, she would look to the others to see what they thought of the feast before them. ~END SCENE~

NEBULA HIGH (IC - The Town of Nebula)|rating:3.0

Flight Of The Dragon (DamonHuntington x Blonde)

(slammed the door of the tavern wide open with an audible thud, taking the spot in the counter that no one dared to sit on. It is often said that all people that master a trade have their certain quirks, and that was not an exception for the dragon slayer. Erik was, undoubtedly so, the most skilled dragon killer in the whole area; potentially the best hunter in the entire world, but that was not to say that he was a good company. He had his fair share of flaws - a loud, arrogant and cocky man that drove away nearly anyone with how unpleasant and sarcastic he could be. People respected him for his job, but did their best to stay away at all times. There was only one exception to this rule, and it was the barkeeper."' Allo, Erik. What can I serve you tonight?", the barkeeper asked, although he knew that Erik would ask for the usual. He always did so." Gimme the usual, double", stated Erik, soon receiving a large flagon containing his favorite type of mead. There was no cheer and no toast when the drink was received; rather, the dragon slayer drank alone, without any ritual and in copious amount to spend the time between hunts. Work, drink and sleep was his day-to-day life, and nearly nothing changed that reality. Little did he know that this day would soon deviate, by much, from his expectations. A man entered the bar apparently looking for trouble, shouting at all people inside the premises. "Hey, fuckers, doubt there's anyone man enough to take me on a brawl", he screamed towards the people inside as he placed a hand over the hilt of his short sword. His clothes indicated that he worked as a mercenary; potentially one of high skill but far too unaware of his own shortcomings. Still, Erik did not care about the individual that entered the tavern. He had a drink to attend to. The reticent silent did not work against the man, however. When he laid eyes on Erik, the mercenary seemed to be unable to hold himself and began walking towards his seat." Bad idea. You sure you want to do that?", asked Erik in a calm voice, his eyes not straying away from the flagon that was held in his fist." What you going to do, cry?", inquired the mercenary in response, taking another stride towards the dragon slayer. Without even turning to look, Erik used the flagon that was held in his fist and slammed it against the mercenary's head, predicting his position based on the sounds of his footsteps. The metal of the container was bent drastically, mead flying all over the place with the strength of the impact as the assailant fell to the ground. As soon as he dropped, Erik mounted atop his body and began to pound his fist against the helpless mercenary's face - once, twice, three times, until his visage was stained in red and purple from the aggression." I won't, but apparently you will", the dragon slayer said as he took his seat again and looked once more towards the bar, without even bothering to keep his eyes on the mercenary. "You'd better leave before I decide you height take another pounding," Erik claimed as he glanced towards the barkeeper and tossed the damaged cup for him to grab." Put this on my tab, and bring another one to me," he demanded. (daze did not pass; each foot fall was more painful than the first. But on she stumbled; weary with grief and fatigue she did not allow her journey to end. Her eyes burned for rest, her bones begged for a break, but she ignored her body’s pleas. She would not stop; she could not stop, not until she had found what she needed. The young blonde was also not a traveler, and the days spent afoot on the move had been more luck than judgement. Her belly growled with hunger and her water bladder was now empty, surely she could not last much longer? It was sheer determination that kept her moving, a desperate need to fulfil her self-appointed mission. Her hand touched at the belt beneath her travelling cloak, to the garment that had belonged to her mother. She carried on her person all that she had left, and her supplies were small. The only thing of worth was the purse filled with gold and silver, and that lay hidden beneath her skirts. She guarded the coins with all that she had, but they were not intended to aid her, but were meant to pay for someone else, for someone’s help. Six days ago, young Lorna had been watering the horses by the lakeside when it happened. She had always heard stories of Dragons, but having never seen one before she thought them to be another fairy tale. However, she was wrong, so very wrong. She heard the mighty scream of the beast before the fire had exploded the surrounding area. The horses had bolted, but Lorna had fought on through the chaos, and she had broken through the burning trees just in time to see her home and families farm reduced to naught but an inferno. It was gone, it had all gone. The stock obliterated in the fire, the farm reduced to flaming cinders, and somewhere beneath that was the body of her father. Lorna had sat and wept before the thick smoke and knocked her unconscious. She had awoken the next day, laying in a cot at the next farm. The old wife told Lorna what had happened, and that she and her husband had salvaged all they could. Lorna had riffled through the remains of her home, and buried in the sooty trinkets was a necklace. It was the one piece of finery that her family had, and Lorna sold it as soon as she could, making her way to the bigger city. When Lorna was a child she was told tales of dragons and with dragons came the slayers. Her father had told her often of the self-declared dragon slayers, men so fearless and brutal they set a quake in every man, woman and child. And that was where she was headed now, after asking any who would entertain her where she could find a slayer. It had been one man who pointed her in this direction, telling her to seek out a man named Erik. And so she did; heading along the worn path toward the city in search of this Erik. Dressed in a white tunic tucked into brown travelling skirts, held in place by the thick belt of her mother. Well-worn leather boots encased her feet, and upon her hands were the tatty gloves once belonging to the old Wife. Her white-blonde hair was swept back into a messy heap, tied in place with a strap of leather. Upon her left cheek was a scar that swept across the entirety of that half of her face. The scar was one she had gained as a youth, when tormented as a child for being of poor birth, a punch to the face of one of the youths earned a slash to the face with a blade. Her mother had tended her wound, but it would never fade, and so would it also condemn her to loneliness. Her lowly birth, lack of dowry and physical marring meant that none would take her as a bride, and though her father had tried many a time to find her a marriage, she was continuously denied. He had tried to soften the blow, and Lorna had tried to act as if she did not care, but her heart was saddened by the life of loneliness she would live. Lorna rounded a corner and a smile stretched across her parched lips, she had made it. There on the edge of town stood a tavern, and though she could not afford to waste any coin, she needed to gain herself some sustenance. So the blonde walked forwards reawaken by the site of the inn. Lorna remained with her hood up as she walked inside; she was not foolish enough to think she wouldn’t gain attention. She was young and her hair color rare, and she was beyond vulnerable, she was a walking target. Had she a bag she was pretty sure it would have been robbed of her? Once inside she was hit by the intense stench of mead and dirtiness, and she wrinkled her nose as she looked around. It was then she startled a little, her hood falling down in the process, as she looked upon the bloodied mess on the floor. He clawed his way to his feet, tugging at her leg at one point and causing her to yelp and jump back, colliding with one of the tables as the beaten man ran out. Lorna looked around, trying to regain herself and ignore the curious looks she was receiving many a look and feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She was just about to flee when she heard someone say “’Ere you are Erik” and she turned to see the keep pass a great hulking man a jug, a man that was intimidating to the eye. The blonde swallowed and made her way over, licking her dry lips and silencing the roar of her starved stomach by folding her arm across her belly, before she stopped beside the large man. “Excuse me… I…” She said nervously, before smiling for a second, what she was to say was so ridiculous. “Are you the ERM, the dragon slayer… because I need your help” she said with a croak to her voice, pulling out the purse and offering it to him, but not after taking out one coin, hoping it would get her some form of meal and drink. Excuse me… I… Are you the ERM, the dragon slayer… because I need your help? The voice of a lass rang as strange to Erik. The tavern was not the place for women to be; it was filled with drinks, brawls and other kinds of earthly pleasures that were often abhorred by the female sex - except those that worked in the trade of prostitution, who could easily hitch a client easily by visiting a tavern. Still, the girl close to him did not have the voice of a sex worker. Her tone was insecure, as if this was not her natural habitat, and she sounded coy rather than seductive and forthcoming. Erik spun in his seat to face the one speaking to him and get a better idea of who he was talking to. The first thing that called his attention was her platinum blond hair, nearly white in hue; a color that was highly unlikely to be seen anywhere he had already travelled to. Erik also noticed the crescent scar that marred her left cheek, tracing a descending curve from the bottom of her eye to her left ear. Differently from most people, Erik always thought there was a note of beauty to each scar; it was a song of flesh that told of stories about strife and improvement. The Gods knew very well how many scars the dragon slayer had from his encounters, and he could tell the story beneath each one of them. Still, waiting in analysis would not lead the warrior anywhere. He took the purse handed to him in a yanking and strong motion, opening its entrance to assess its contents. The bag seemed to have enough for his services, which told much about the woman's personality; she was well-prepared and knew in advance what she wanted. Well, more or less prepared, since she apparently was unsure about Erik's identity." And who want to know?", inquired Erik back to her with an aggressive tone. Although he took pride in being a dragon slayer, the time of drinking was sacred to him. It was only when he drank that he could forget the past, that he could let go of the grim... No, that was not the time to think about that. He had a prospective client, which meant there was a dragon around too - a dragon that might kill others if unchecked. Erik had no patience to wait for the woman to catch her breath, and so he prompted her to speak as soon as she finished her introduction. "Spill the beans, kiddo, I have no time to waste. You can tell me what you wanna, or scram." She held the coin in shaking hands, swiftly folding them on the scrubbed bar to hid their tremble. Nerves were rife, what if he said no? Was there even another Dragon slayer nearby? Lorna stood waiting, chewing the inside of her lip as she waited. And then the man spun, and on instinct she straightened up, leaning back a little. The man was huge, and she knew it had nothing to do with the heavy furs about his shoulders. His face was harder than she had seen his eyes dark and strong. There was something incredibly intimidating about this man; he was the very image of what she thought a Dragon slayer would be. But her relief at finding he who she had been searching for was definitely marred by the quake down in her boots. He spoke, and her voice seemed to vanish, words evading her as she swallowed. He demanded an answer of her, though his voice was not harsh or loud, it sounded as if he almost wasn’t interested. Lorna looked down to the single coin in her fingers, all she had left of any worth, and it came back to her just why she was left with nothing.“My name is Lorna” She said, straightening up and finding her courage again. “I’m from Dunstanbridge, a farm on the edge of the city…” And she had to steady herself again, controlling that emotion that threatened to spill. She had tried to block out the death of her father and complete obliteration of her home, every time she thought about it, she would weep, and be swallowed by despair. It had been easier to deal with if she just did not think about it.“A uhm…” And she once more swallowed, looking away and blinking rapidly, her eyes looking down once again to her hands. “Dragon came and destroyed my farm” she said before looking back up to the Dragon slayer. “I was hoping you could help me seek revenge for the… the death of my father” she added. It was a bold move, and what hunter would want the responsibility of taking in an inexperienced companion? But Lorna had nowhere else to go, no one else to help her or who would take her in. And the only way she had managed to keep horrid and torturous memories at bay was by consuming herself with thoughts of the creature’s death. “Look… I guess you do not really want to hear any sob story” Lorna said, looking back up to his face, slightly in awe of the fact that even seated he was taller than she. “I just… I need your help, and I don’t know any other Dragon slayer” she added. The keep came by and Lorna temporarily distracted herself from her company by ordering what she could for what little she had. An order of watered wine and chunky soup was returned, and Lorna wasted no time in helping herself to the hearty offerings, feeling life return back to her tired and drained limbs. Erik needed to admit that the girl had guts. She was out of her common area, venturing inside a tavern to speak with a man that she had never met before and asking for his assistance, despite his size and presence... in a sense, the dragon slayer had respect for that. She was an obstinate woman, that much was sure - although he'd never say that aloud. Erik was not the type of person to given compliments freely; in fact, he never gave compliments at all." Killing dragons is my job. Of course, I'm going to slay that beast, kiddo, and you seem to know my price already," he said, raising the gold-filled pouch to indicate what he meant. Still, Erik could not shake the feeling that she wanted to go on this adventure with him - when most people asked for vengeance, or even for help, what they meant was "do the job alone, and I'll pay you". This was not what he sensed from the way Lorna had spoken to him too. He tapped the bar in a constant and slow rhythm, as if he was contemplating a challenging puzzle. "Of course, you won't going to come with me. I have no time for babysitting and less time to teach a lass how to handle a sword. If you don't want to get killed like your father was, then rush back to your husband, to your relatives, to whatever, but begone from my sight. I don't care where you'll go, but don't make my job harder. Killing a dragon is not an easy task," Erik said without a single shred of diplomacy or care for the woman's feelings. The dragon slayer was indeed rough on the edges, and lacked empathy in a severe way; in fact, some said that he spent his charisma to get better with the sword. Erik had a very common reply to that quip - a swift blow to the head. That nearly always taught the people to shut their mouth and think before speaking; the dragon slayer did not accept, in any form, that someone would imply he did not acquire his skills through exhaustive training and hard work. No deals with Loki, no unnatural trades and no magical inheritance - he was just a man with intense focus and his goals always in mind." It's late tonight, so I'm leaving tomorrow," Erik stated as he shifted his weight to stand up and leave the tavern. As Lorna stood in wait of her meal she became very much aware of the eyes that never left her. This Inn was filled with the local sort, men who no doubt came here to escape wives and children and the other duties that could label life a hardship. No doubt this young girl of eighteen winters was quite the sight to those who sat, as she was of good health and not carrying the air of the working women who often frequented such an establishment. Lorna tried not to catch the eye of any, she already felt so ill at ease that unwanted attention was the last thing she wanted. So when her food was served her, she smiled and passed a small thank-you before taking a large sip of the wine. It was unpleasant and bitter to the taste, but it worked to quench her thirst. But it was the smell of the soup that roused her further, and she hastily brought a spoonful to her mouth, swallowing down the steamy broth without pause. Another two mouthfuls were swallowed before Erik spoke. She was right in her assumption, of course he would not want her to come along, and in truth she did not blame him. However, Lorna would insist. She wasn't quite sure how to tell him that she needed to see the beast die, that closure would not be found and nor would her father truly be at rest in her heart till she looked upon its corpse. Macabre it may have been, but it was a necessity that Lorna could not deny." I have no husband" Lorna said, not even looking at Erik. It was somewhat of an embarrassing confession, that she stood at an age considered past that of a bridal age unwed. Lorna had long since dreamt of marriage and of children, of a family of her own to care for. But she was of a low birth, and her father had no dowry to offer as a bride price. But she, too, carried s disfigurement in the form of the scar across her cheek, she was marked, and it was often a reason why she was so often overlooked." The dragon took what I had... And you now hold the rest" Lorna said, indicating the purse in his hand with a nod of her head. She had a little more soup before speaking quietly again. "I require no babysitter sir, only the chance to see my father avenged. Allow me to travel with you and once the creature is in hell I will leave you". Outside the harsh winds had started, a crack of thunder warning of rain. Lorna hurriedly finished her meal before downing her drink, before pulling the hood back up over her face. She needed to find somewhere in the Wood that would offer a decent rest, as now hunger was sated, fatigue was washing over her. But she also wanted to be close enough to ensure she did not miss this man's leaving. Apparently the woman was intent on following Erik in his quest, which deeply annoyed him. Companions were often a hindrance to him in full, since they tended to waste time and get themselves in the stickiest situations possible. With a dissatisfied growl, Erik glared at the lass. "Suit yourself. It's your death," he said, letting her know that he wouldn't put himself in danger to prevent her folly from taking the best of her. The dragon slayer's mission was unaltered: he'd kill the beast as needed to save the people from the foul attacks of the animal. That was all. Still, starting from the assumption that she would follow him in the quest - a prospect that filled him with exasperation and annoyance - her tiredness could prove the undoing of the mission. Lorna had just said that her economies were all left inside that purse, which, albeit sizeable, were not vast in any form; thus, the woman had no money left at all to pay for an inn. Erik could not let her sleep in the forest under the downpour that the land was currently facing - she'd be exhausted by dawn and unable to walk straight. "That would be another wasted day", he thought to himself. Naturally his intentions were just pragmatic, they were in no way connected to the desire to comfort the woman in any possible form. Erik opened his mouth as the woman put the hood over her head. "Wait up, kiddo," he said quickly before she left. "You have nowhere to go and no coin to spend, so where do you think you're going? You're following me to my house to get a wink of sleep; I don't want you stumbling over your steps as we take the road tomorrow. Before you complain, I'll let you know that I don't take no for an answer. You either catch some decent sleep or you're not coming with me, aye?", he inquired in a tone that implied this was not a true question. Lorna was going to rest appropriately before they departed, lest that would cost Erik even more time. If she refused to do so, he'd just leave her behind in the path if she needed to catch a breath or pick up the pace." Follow me. I'm going to show you where I live," he said commanding. A belly full of hot soup was a comfort as she looked to the falling rain, but how long a comfort was a question with an unsatisfactory answer. But her mind was at least set, and she was content in the knowledge that she would soon see her last wish fulfilled. Emotion once more threatened to bite at her eyes as she thought of home, or the warm pile of furs that lined her cot, of the toasty fire that kept the farm always comfortable. She may not have lived a life of wealth, but she was never without. Although now she was alone, the true extent of her loneliness stretched far beyond the death of her father, and mother years before. Tugging the cloak into herself she made way to move, but was stopped by the rough voice of the slayer. His newly given nickname would have caused an eye roll, if both sorrow and fatigue were not already in control of her. When he ordered she not stays in the forest she opened her mouth to argue her case, but was swiftly silenced by his warning of acceptance. Lorna was to say she would happily burrow down somewhere, but the offer of a warm and dry shelter was too alluring to refuse. Days had been spent catching quick naps, but her weary body yearned for a peaceful slumber. She simply nodded and muttered a sincere offering of gratitude, and quickly fell into line behind the hulking man. Once more eyes pawed at her as she passed, and looks were thrown to Erik too. The sharp tongued Lorna would have dismissed them all with a witty one-liner, but she conserved what energy she had on keeping her wits about her, following this stranger to his home. Erik swung the doors of the tavern wide open to exit, with no concern over the slamming sound that it made when it hit the wall of the construction. He never stopped to look behind his shoulder to see if the girl was following him closely - if she was smart enough, she'd stay around. The path to the residence was punctuated with silence by Erik. He was not a man that enjoyed small talk, and he wasn't interested to know more about the woman at all. This was work, plain and simple, and he wouldn't cover the empty conversation with niceties and pleasantries. If she asked a question in the meantime, he'd answer it. Maybe. If she didn't, then tough luck. Each step clacked against the cobblestone path that led to Erik's abode, the thunderous weight of the male impacting the ground with loud thuds. The rain, never-ending, kept falling over his body and drenching his furs until they were utterly and thoroughly soaked. Erik wanted to arrive soon to his house and enjoy the comfort of a warm fire after such a hellish day. Slaying beasts was easy; being around people drained him in a complete way that couldn't be described by words. After ten minutes of walking or so, they had finally arrived to their destination. Erik unlocked the door, revealing a large, yet practical, residence that suited his needs in full; the male did no motion to invite Lorna inside nor told her "welcome" or any similar expression. All she received was a "come in" and nothing more; hardly a reception that could be considered flattering or special. Upon entering the residence, multiple tapestries could be seen hanging on the walls, indicating the heritage of the dragon slayer in a cornucopia of colors and flags. A dragon's head was mounted on the wall, over the fireplace, with a pair of two steel broadswords crossed right underneath it. There was no gold or silver in sight; the whole room was covered in steel and fabric: rich in history, but poor in monetary value. Still, a closer look would show that the lifestyle choice taken by Erik was deliberate rather than a consequence of lack of money. The rooms were spacious, with doorways large enough to allow the passage of the man unhindered; the sofa and bed were covered in dense fur; the fireplace cracked with a strong fire, ample and warm. Erik was a man that did not covet more than what was enough for him to live, but that still made sure that he had the best of what he wanted." Now catch a wink of sleep. It's past your bedtime and I don't want you sleepy tomorrow by the time we set foot on our quest," he said to Lorna. The blonde dared to feel almost content, welcoming the dry and warmth that a house would bring. Of course alarm bells were ringing; she did not know this man beyond his status of a Dragon slayer. But what she had learned so far was that he did not like people, and did not welcome company. Perhaps she should have felt guilt at imposing her company upon him, and should have argued her point at sleeping rough a little more. But Lorna was completely alone, racked with mourning and sorrow and on the verge of collapsing due to exhaustion. At least his home would offer security whilst she rested, so long as her host did not decide to turn his axe upon her. She held the cape against her shivering body, a cold had settled in that seemed as if it would never leave. The rain luckily did not seep through the lined cape about her shoulders. Her talents with a needle and thread never failed her, and the wool was woven so tightly over the skin lining, and though it may not have been the thickest of garments, it was waterproof. Lorna followed the man inside his dwelling, a place a lot neater than her own. The farm had been rustic, perhaps cluttered and everything made by her and her father. This place seemed to suit its occupier, imposing and unwelcoming. Everything about it caused her to seize movement, from the display of weaponry to the mounted head on the wall, the latter causing her eyes to round and mouth to fall. The blonde was still in both awe and fear of where her plan had taken her, and now she was inside she was questioning whether to flee. This man was no Knight of old tales, but a crude warrior who slayed the mightiest of beasts, a man a simple farmers daughter should have avoided. So locked in thought was she that she almost missed his instruction, but caught it in time to gain a brief irritation from his words. She was no child, and his decided path of interaction would cause her to tongue to bite should he persist. But remembering she was a guest in his house caused her to hold back her words, moving past to the padded bench to rest her head. She waited until he was not in view before undressing, turning her back to his bed and removing her cape. Lorna was desperate to feel water against her travel worn body, but for now she undressed completely, folding her clothes over one of the uneven stools nearby, leaving her in the thin, white under slip. She removed the leather strap from her hair, and proceeded to detangle the tresses with her fingers, allowing the waves to tumble around her in their free state. All that Erik wanted now was a tepid bath to wash away the cold rain from his bones, after this long and tiresome day. The towering man begrudgingly grabbed his basin and carried it outside to collect the falling rain water; at least he wouldn't need to walk to the closest water stream to clean himself. After some minutes of waiting, the vessel was sufficiently filled, to which he brought it inside close to the fireplace. Without even worrying about turning his head, he spoke to Lorna. "I don't know if you want to take a bath or not, but you're going to need to do everything by yourself. This ain't an inn and I have no aptitude for being an innkeeper, aye?", Erik stated as the water seemed to heat enough for his bath. Although the dragon slayer had no qualms with nudity and often took his clothes out while the water was heating, he did not want to give the lass the wrong impression - for that reason, he opted to keep his pants on and only worked on removing the heavy furs and the ragged fabric shirt that covered his body while he waited. That was not to say the girl wasn't pretty. Her exquisite hair color and body tone both called his attention, showing the story of a woman that had the strength and stamina acquired from working in a farm. Lorna had a kind of rustic beauty to her, which made her stand out from others... nonetheless, this was work, and Erik was the no-nonsense kind of guy that rarely, if ever, mixed things up during his jobs. He didn't want her approaching him and potentially facing the same fate... No, it was not the time to think about that. The water had heated up more than sufficiently for his taste, which led Erik to raise the basin and take it to the house area where he cleaned himself. The hulking man stomped fiercely across the hallway, clearly annoyed at his own thoughts, and slammed the door strongly when reaching his destination. The basin was placed atop the floor for him to begin undressing himself and finally take his well-deserved warm bath. The male realized, however, that he should have opted for cold water as soon as he undid his pants. Lorna had all but assigned herself to slumber when the man spoke of a bath, and at the words she could literally feel the grime upon her skin. The usually ivory tone carried the dirt of her travels and her nails lined filth beneath them. Even her hair felt matted and lank. And a look at her clothes and undergarments made her wrinkle her nose. Who knew when she would next be blessed with luxury, opportunities needed to be taken when offered. So when he took himself off, his demeanor consistently unpleasant, she followed suit. Though it was not her home she was well aware that he was not going to be playing the hospitable host. So she set about tending to herself, something she was quite accustomed too. In fact, Lorna had been taking care of herself for a long time, since she was a child, and it brought no worry to her having to do so now. Over the next hour whilst the man was absent, she too filled a large pot with rain water and heated it by the fire, undressing herself fully. A crudely made scent of crushed flowers, honey and fruit bound with fat was folded in a piece of cloth, and she slowly washed herself. Not an inch of her frame was left unclean, as over and over she washed until normality returned. Her hair was next to receive attention, and she tipped her head upside down over the pot, tracing her fingers through the knots before she rinsed it through with the honey and lemon concoction. By the time her body was scrubbed the water was close to cold, and she used the water once more to soak her clothes. With no board to scrub them against she had naught but vigorous hand motion to wash them through, using what was left of the scented liquid to clean them. She had helped herself to the ingredients, finding them stowed on a shelf, not wanting to interrupt him but also perhaps proving her ability to take initiative. Lining stools before the fire, Lorna lay out her clothes to dry. A loud crash of thunder caused her to jump, the rain falling furiously outside. Without a shred of clothing on she was absent thought of the man who too bathed, thinking about the events that had led her here. She held but one goal now, see her father avenged. What she would do after was beyond her, and she tried not to dwell on the hopelessness of her situation. All she knew was for now, her fate lay in the hands of the dragon slayer. After a thorough cleaning and several minutes of his time, Erik had finished his bath too. Although not a person that enjoyed personal grooming and soft, fancy clothes, the dragon slayer had a strong liking to his beard - and for that reason he spent several minutes of his cleaning ritual to comb and wash his facial hair until it was presentable once more. The bath made him feel human again; it was a much necessary moment of his day in which he could feel that he was a person rather than an animal once more. The sound of running water and the sensation of the heat against the skin, perfect to relax his tense muscles, worked wonders in his mood. Not that this would make him a nice person, mind you. It would simply make him less unbearable, at least for a short while. Before he opened the door to the bathroom, Erik began ordering his thoughts about the next day. They were bound towards the edge of the city, in the direction of Dunstanbridge, to look for clues and the whereabouts of the beast that had razed the farm; afterward, Erik would need to assess the dragon's size and type by observing the type of destruction he left behind, and plan the offensive as he moved towards the location that he believed the dragon to have set flight to. The excursion could take days, weeks, months even - the space that they needed to cover was equivalent to the distance between the dragon's lair and the attacked farm, since most dragons always returned to their dwellings after their foul incursions against human territory. Still, Erik had little to none information to go to. If the woman wanted to follow him, then he'd get more information from her during the trip to save some time. That would simplify matters drastically and ensure that the dragon slayer could create some partial plans even before he arrived at the site. Nonetheless, thinking would not make the time between days go by faster. He needed to rest for now, which would ensure that he'd have enough energy for walking when the next day arises. Without a care in the world, Erik left the bathing chambers nude, knowing fully well that the girl would likely still be in the living room rather than snooping around, and as such wouldn't see his state of nakedness. "If she does, serves her right. That will teach the lass to not walk around in another man's house", he thought to himself, chuckling over that possibility. Lorna stood over the fire, her mind a thousand miles away, racing through thought and blocking out memory. She was so consumed by her minds wanderings and the dance of the fire that the naked blonde did not hear the door open, jumping only when catching sight of a shadow looming. Lorna jumped and gasped, snatching up her wet skirt and holding it to her body, covering her vitals from view. Her lengthy hair fell in waves and fell about her face, as she turned to face the man. But upon turning she blushed and once more gasped, heat flooding her cheeks as she looked await was the first time she had ever seen a man unclothed, and the sight of this man had her unnerved in the blink of an eye. She had thought him broad before, but undressed she could see the full extent of his ruggedness. Muscle carved its way across his giant frame, littered with markings and scars. He stood twice as wide as she and towered over her. But her eyes were inevitably drawn to the display of manhood between his thighs, though displayed he showed no sign of shame. But to Lorna it was too much, both bashful and rueful at her eyes stare. She turned away immediately, tucking her hair behind her ears before remembering her exposed behind and quickly spinning back, but adverting her eyes, looking anywhere else but at him. Her naivety would have been humorous if she had not had been so uncomfortable." I... Err..." she stuttered, still clutching the wet skirt to her breasts. "Do you have a shirt I can sleep in?" Truth be told, Erik was surprised to see Lorna - naked, no less. He expected her to wait patiently for an opportunity to shower, but she apparently had the audacity to grab one of his pots without asking first for it and take a shower in the living room. The dragon slayer did not know whether he should be seething with anger or commend her for being proactive and courageous enough to do what needed to be done. Maybe both would be the way to go, not necessarily in this order. The musing was short-lived, however; Lorna seemed to have learned her lesson by the display of embarrassment and discomfort that was plastered in her face upon seeing Erik. The thought amused the male somewhat, believing that her shame was a good enough price for her boldness with Erik's personal properties - to top it off, the man was also satisfied by her apparent attraction to his masculine attributes, including the one that was customarily hidden by layers of pelt and fur. The dragon slayer could not help but think how delightful it would be to have her spread... Erik cut his train of thought short; this was not a rendezvous for pleasure but a serious contract for his job, and he wouldn't blend both things up. The thought of making the woman uncomfortable in the same way her presence annoyed him, despite being pleasurable, did not befit the professional demeanor that the warrior had in his trade, and for that reason he chose to not add insult to injury. With a grumble, he walked towards his room and grabbed a white plain shirt that he commonly used underneath the animal pelt for comfort. The cotton fabric, despite its raggedness, was of good quality and clean, which made the choice befitting for the woman to sleep without any issues inside it; the shirt was thrown towards her direction for her to catch with the intention to make the woman even more uncomfortable: if she outstretched her arms on impulse to grab the piece of clothing, this would expose her attributes once again and make her embarrassed once more. Erik didn't care in the least - in fact, he was enjoying the blushing and the stuttering." If you don't want to see any more of this, stay away from my room. I sleep like that, and I won't change the rules in my home for a lass," he said with a smirk. "Wipe that red off your face, you look like you had never seen a real man 'fore." She wished he did not look; a new air graced him, one almost of jovial quality. Was he amused by her discomfort? Indigence flared, and she clutched the wet skirt to her tighter, willing it to cover more than the central run of her body. The curve of her waist and hips were displayed, the untouched feminine curves free to view, leaving Lorna to feel vulnerable before the powerful man. Luckily he strode off after her question, but the blonde did not let down her guard, and kept herself well covered. She had retreated out of the glare of the fire, hoping the shadows of the room would aid in her concealment. But somehow the ivory polish of her skin seemed to almost glow, much to her irritation. He returned with a shirt in hand and chucked it at her, and she had just enough time to snatch it and adjust her arm across her chest, just about covering herself and preventing further exposure. Lorna did not move to change though, she would wait until he was absent her view before daring to slip the under tunic on. A chill was biting at her ankles, free of the fires' warmth she could feel the wind seeping through the cracks in the wall and doors.“Do not worry” She said, somewhat irritated by his continued pleasure at her discomfort. “I won’t be asking for a bedtime story… and sorry to puncture your ego, but I have no intention of seeing more” Lorna added, looking directly at his face and concentrating hard not to allow her eyes to roam south. “This display may flatter or lure in some women… but I can assure you I am not interested”. And with that Lorna moved backwards until she was fully swallowed by the shadows and quickly pulled the shirt on. It was massive, hanging off her shoulder and flowing shapeless on her frame, but it’d work to keep her covered this cool night. She still had a jitter to her, her dismissal of the effect he had had on her had been false. Lorna had never seen such a man, the very epitome of masculinity, and his natural appearance had her giddy. But she’d be damned if she let him know! One thing Lorna was good at was masking her true feelings. The blonde walked out and placed her skirt back on the stool, the shirt falling down and stopping a little below her rear. She made her way to the bench, though it was without the furnishings she was accustomed to when sleeping, it was definitely better than outside. “Thank-you for letting me stay” she added, though her own tone was starting to equal his nonchalant verse. The humor from the woman extracted a chuckle from Erik, which found her comment about a bedtime story amusing. That was the first time he gave a brief display of amusement throughout the whole day, potentially because of the relaxation of his bath. It was good to be back inside his home, ready to venture towards another dragon that needed to be killed - naturally, Erik was feeling satisfied, content even, although his customarily serious face was no indication of that. Her comment about deflating his ego missed the mark, however. Erik was far too self-assured in himself, even conceited, and his sole reply was a shrug when she said that she was not interested in more. "Your loss," he said as he was ready to turn away; his apparent disinterest, however, was not truly based in reality. If given the chance, maybe Erik would be compelled to teach the lass what he knew, but that was far from appropriate given the current situation. Lorna's exotic beauty would not lead him astray, no matter how much the warmth started to surge across his manhood pleasantly. Upon hearing her thanks, all the man did was to click his tongue in dissatisfaction. "Couldn't let you die of cold before we even started our hunt, kiddo. I'm not doing this for your sake, but for mine - if you are tired or die before we slay the beast, then my work will get harder, and I don't want that". Still, that was not the complete truth. Despite not being a compassionate individual, Erik could understand the feelings of those that lost people close, especially so by the hands of a dragon. In fact, long ago the warrior learned a harsh, but important lesson: no matter your size or strength, the pain of a loss strikes deep and true. No one can expect death, for it knocks on your door in unforeseeable moments. Because of that, the best a person could do is to walk alone and form no attachments to others. Those that do not feel cannot be hurt. Still, the presence of the girl kept the fire that was insinuating across his loin burning stronger and stronger. Before the situation became too unwieldy to hide, the dragon slayer turned away and walked briskly to his chambers, lying atop the fur-covered bed with his legs wide open. His frame covered the entire piece of furniture as he prepared himself to immerse in a deep slumber as to prepare for the next day. Tomorrow, if they had luck, they would kill the dragon and the girl would be gone as soon as possible. This way, she would not be able to bother him anymore, nor stir any other kinds of feelings in his body. Lorna watched him leave, and the minute he was gone she found herself missing him. Not him as a person, but the company of having another human with her. Lorna had never been alone; she had spent her life in the company of her father. Self-caring though she was, she still enjoyed the presence of another. And being on her own meant being left alone with her thoughts, and her mind remained in the darkest of places. She hadn’t given herself time to grieve yet, not properly, and she knew it would not be long before she broke down and gave in to the momentous grief that waited to consume her. She moved to the bench and buried herself down beneath the blankets, relishing in the warmth the fires glow provided when coupled with the woolen shawls. Her body slowly warmed, but it was her spirit that remained cold. Tears prickled at her eyes as she looked to the woven bracelet about her wrist, a simple thing made of a strip of leather and twine, with a carved heart as a charm. Her father had given it to her one summer, a gift to celebrate his treasured daughter. It was not expensive or made of gold and jewels, but it had been made by loving hands and given in affection, which made it the most valuable piece to exist. Before she could stop it the tears fell, sobs wracking her body. She tried to silence herself, burying her face from view, but it would not stop. The image of her father’s kind face riddled her thoughts, of his laugh and fondness for stories. Though growing with age, his blue eyes had always remained so full of life, a twinkle that would never fade always bringing joy to any who beheld him. Solitary they may have been, but she had the whole world whilst she had him, and now she was completely alone. Never again would she feel the fond embrace of a loved one, never would she be held in the heart of another. The world became a lonelier place, and though she could run a farm and cook, sew and look after herself, that was always with the back-up of her father. Maybe she had insisted on going with Erik as she simply could not bear to be left to life, she had no idea how to survive. Choking on her tears she closed her eyes and begged for sleep.

Flight Of The Dragon (DamonHuntington x Blonde)|rating:4.0

Eveoria_ Dawn of Man Accepted Character's thread

This thread is for posting characters who have been approved for Peoria: Dawn of Man. For unapproved characters please post them in recruiting threads or pm Untamed_Skies, Vampire Mistress Sakura, and Kargrisaka for approval. This thread is open. (Name: Untamed_Skies Character Name: Elliot "The Sheriff," Roseate: 30Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: Sheriff Magical Talent: Elliot can project any song that he can remember as if it was playing on a radio. Former Occupation: Douglas County SherriffSkills: Hand-to-hand combat, survival, first aid, search and rescue, marksmanship, cool under pressure Appearance:Elliot is a powerful man, standing at 6'2" he can appear imposing if he wishes to be. Tan skin, with spots of red from all day being out in the sun, Elliot could be mistaken for a professional athlete with the amount of work he puts into being fit. His hair is shaved into a skater cut, with the top being combed back or the side usually. He's typically seen in uniform since coming to the new world he's simply reprised his role as a peacekeeper. Personality: Elliot is a stern man, the kind that commands respect and expects respect. Most of the time he is very patient, even the rudest and most frustrating of people would find it difficult getting under Elliot's skin. He is genuinely a cop because of his desire to defend the defenseless and has a little bit of save the world syndrome running through his veins. When his composure is lost, Elliot is brash, aggressive, and very hard to reason with. Background: Elliot was born an only child in a long line of military veterans. He was raised to have a high deal of discipline and was really a straight lace stay out of trouble boy growing up. He was so on the straight and narrow in fact, for a time his friends in school had nicknamed him "Dudley," like Dudley Do Right, because he was so often warning his friends not to break any rules. They used to call him a teacher's dream as he played nice, was respectful and always followed the rules no matter what. As he got older his behavior got more wild, he wasn't as caught up in following the rules as he was focused on doing the right thing. Elliot liked helping people, his mother being a nurse had allowed him to visit a few different hospitals and talks with all walks of people. Elliot famously became a "vigilante," at Tristan Newman's High School, when he started attacking bullies who were picking on weaker students. Though it earned him some popularity among his peers, the school wasn't as thrilled and for a couple of years Elliot was in detention or being suspended as much as the next kid. It didn't matter him, someone needed to stop jerks from taking advantage of their surroundings Elliot said, and if no one else was going to do it, well Elliot Rose would. After High School, Elliot followed a long line of Rose men and enlisted into the United States Army. He was in service during 9/11 and when the following war on terror took place he was stationed overseas for four years until his term of service ended, and he returned home across the states. Once out of the military, Elliot would go straight to college and begin working on getting a degree in law. It was during this time he met a woman named Mina who was doing a paper on military and had learned Elliot had been a soldier. Mina was a forensic psychologist. He agreed to let her interview him in exchange for a cup of coffee. One thing lead to another and after a month Elliot began to date Mina. After a year they moved in together after four years they were engaged, and on the fifth year he married his lovely wife. After College Elliot decided that his purpose and the best route to make a difference in the world was to become a Police Officer. So he joined the force. His town was a small town, and there wasn't much in the way of crime very often, just the usual domestic disturbance. It was the size of town that if you were active a good deal people knew you. Elliot became one of the more popular cops due to him being less eager to write tickets most of the time, and in 2012 Elliot was elected to be Sheriff of Douglas County. While such a professional life sometimes causes a rift, Mina went on to begin working with the FBI and the two instead supported each other on the days they got to enjoy home together. Though they both wanted to have children their work schedules hand't worked in their favor, and they hadn't yet been successful in their attempts. When they went to get tested there wasn't anything wrong genetically with either they just hadn't had luck. The issue exists as their only real recurring source of conflict. One night when Elliot closed his eyes to go to sleep he woke in a new world with his wife next to him. Confused as anyone else was, Elliot didn't panic and instead went straight towards making a plan of action. In the early days Elliot served as a prominent voice in planning and organizing. Taking on a further prominent role of setting up a night watch and some guards to try and help maintain some order. There were a lot of panicking people, and more so looking to take advantage. There needed to be a way to regulate it and Elliot turned his experience into action. Eventually being dubbed "The Sheriff," as he disciplined anyone looking to become a guard. Their job wasn't to enforce the peace, it as to keep it. They found an old dungeon and set that up as a temporary prison. Though there weren't many by any stretch it made a good place to move violent citizens and let them cool down. Elliot denied being a judge and executioner, instead gathering the most prominent people of the civilization and letting them decide as a "jury," what to do when someone crossed the line. His experience was invaluable during the early days, and Elliot was only too happy to lend a hand wherever it was needed. It made a difference after all, and Elliot Rose was never one to turn a blind eye towards people in need. Family: Glenn and Lucy Rose (Parents): Alive and Well on Earthing Rose (His wife): With him on the new world Important Equipment: Backpack, Flashlight, Handcuffs, and of course his wedding ring.(Name: Untamed_Skies Character Name: Reid Lawson Age: 18Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual, Role: Explorer Magical Talent: Reid has the ability to move at an incredibly fast speed, as well was process information for an extended period of time. The drawback of it is, it burns his energy rapidly, and can only sustain it for minutes before he collapses. Former Occupation: Senior in High School Skills: Very Fit, Good cardio, rock climbing Appearance:Reid has a lean athletic body, standing just under six feet tall, Reid keeps himself well groomed. Keeping his beard to a stubble, and his dark brown hair short and combed either up or back. He has a clear complexion and light blue eyes. He is rarely seen not wearing his favorite hoodie (that he had been transported to the new world wearing. Personality: Reid is a driven individual that prefers to keep busy, whether it was schoolwork and sports back home, or volunteering and exploring in the new world. Some might view him as anti-social as Reid often adopts a policy of doing his work by himself. The truth is that routine is just familiar, and those who decide to approach him would find a friendly, and generally upbeat individual. Despite his friendly behavior, while working Reid can be impatient and headstrong, taking offense when people try to treat him like a child, and getting annoyed with people who he feels should be working faster. Though he might come off as unsuspecting and shy, the truth of the matter is Reid has a big competitive side, and when challenged will often answer the challenge silly or not with everything he has. Reid doesn't half ass anything. Background: Reid Lawson is the oldest in his family, and like many older children was given a great deal of expectation and responsibility. He'd often joke as he got older how his younger siblings had three parents, as Reid often took on the role of looking after his siblings. Lecturing when they misbehaved, and being swift to defend them from bullies at school when they cropped up. While he was quite capable of getting on anyone's nerves with his expectations, he had a loose relationship with his young brother and sister. Even going out of his way to take the blame for their misdeeds with parents from time to time. In school Reid showed a mind that was great at absorbing information, and with pressure from his parents Reid was an honor roll student from second grade forward. Taking his education, homework, and grades very seriously Reid would spend extra time doing homework growing up. Then take time to help his brother and sister with their own. Reid got so caught up in work he found it difficult to really make friends, as when he was in school he was paying extra close attention to class work, and went home to do homework. So it was suggested that he join after school programs and in sixth grade Reid joined the football team in the fall, and the track team in the spring. When he got to high school he added drama, band, and student council to the list. Reid liked keeping busy and found routine in the extra work. Rather than get buried under everything Reid seemed to hit his stride. Though all of his success didn't come without a few sacrifices, Reid focused on improving himself and almost shut himself out of the world around him. Going from school to practice, and from practice to a part-time job to help pay insurance and gas for his truck. Then sleep, and he'd start it all over again. He was never much of a social butterfly because of his attention to work, an as such in big social events like dances or parties, Reid found himself out of place. Never usually the firs to engage but rather to react, his best friends were his family. One night he went to sleep, and the next he found himself in a completely different world. He wasn't by himself, both his brother and sister had come to the new world with him, but they were young and hardly capable of working. Finding work natural, Reid volunteered for the first month, and when the suggestion came to start exploring he volunteered for that. At first, he met resistance, while he was eighteen he was still pretty young and there were more than a couple who didn't think it was a good idea to send youth into danger, Reid didn't give them much of a choice. Setting his siblings up with a caretaker, Reid got out and followed after an exploration group. After a series of more arguments Reid continued to follow despite the protests, and eventually it was just accepted he'd go out on exploration expeditions. Reid's magical talent made him useful for scouting ahead, if anything dangerous confronted him face to face, he could retreat faster than almost everyone. Discounting the people that could teleport, or move even faster than himself. Family: Robert and Mary (Parents): Back on Earth Samuel (15) and Christie (10) (Brother and sister): On Peoria, when not under Reid's care, they stay at an established day care Important Equipment: Reid always has the hoodie he got for his 18th Birthday, as well as his great, great, great, great, great, grandfather's watch as an heirloom. (Name: Loves Character Name: Richelle Lynn Woods Age: 29Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: Medical Worker Magical Talent: Has a psychic link shared with her sister Bailey Former Occupation: Nurse Skills: Medical Training - wilderness search and rescue Appearance:Hair: Long dark brown Eyes: deep brown, with golden flecks Weight: 106 lbs Height: 5’1”Other Distinguishing Features: A tattoo on the small of her back of angel wings Physical Description: Standing at five feet one inch, her expressive eyes glow with pleasure when happy. Her smile is always friendly and often there is a laugh tripping from her lips, rich and throaty and smooth like velvet.(Driven, and hardworking, Richelle is very protective of her younger sister, often giving up her own dreams in order to make sure her sister achieves what she wants most. Richelle can be serious at times, seeing life as a battle rather than an adventure. She has a big heart, making an excellent nurse, getting to know her patience well. She is kind and caring, and selfless. Background: Having lost her folks in a car accident at the age of 18, Richelle took on the role of both mother and father to her younger sister Bailey, while at the same time going to school. She had wanted to become a doctor, however with her life changing in that one fateful night Richelle switched career goals, choosing to go into nursing to allow her to spend more time with her sister and reach her career goal faster. Richelle spent her life working and taking care of Bailey until that one day when she met Brent. They fell in love and planned to marry, however before they could continue with their plans Brent was called away to war where he was caught in crossfire and passed away a hero after saving several innocent children.*Note* The night Richelle transported to the new world was the night after Brent’s funeral. Family: Bailey Jane Woods : age 19 (also transported to the new world)Brent Miller: Fiancée (deceased)Helen Woods: Mother (deceased)Robert Woods: Father (deceased)Important Equipment: Medical Bag and first aid kit, gym bag with workout clothes - yoga attire and running shoes - bottles of water and trail mix. (Name: Loves Character Name: Bailey Jane Woods Age: 19Sex: female Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: explorer Magical Talent: Has a psychic link shared with her sister Richelle Former Occupation: School of the Arts student - Ballerina Skills: Incredibly fit and strong, with all of her years training as a professional dancer she has a high endurance level and flexibility. Appearance:Hair: Long dark brown Eyes: deep brown, with golden flecks Weight: 123 lbs Height: 5’5”Other Distinguishing Features: A tattoo on the small of her back of angel wings Physical Description: Standing at five feet, five inches tall, her expressive eyes glow with pleasure when happy. Her smile is always friendly, though she is much shyer than her sister. She is soft-spoken, and quiet, often holding in her opinion rather than sharing it with others.(Bailey can easily be overlooked by her quiet and shy nature. Brought up by her sister after her parents died in a car accident when she was only eight years old, Bailey clung to her sister as if frightened that she would lose her too. Bailey is sweet and introspective aspiring artist (dancer). Although visually striking, she often feels uncomfortable when her looks draw attention. Her biggest weakness is her inability to love and trust freely. Her tendency to avoid real situation that may be emotionally difficult to deal with often gives the impression that she is more stuck up than she actually is. In fact, Bailey is often impressed by those around her who seem to be much more open and able to live and love freely when she is reluctant to trust others. She can have difficulty following her emotions at times, fearful of making a mistake and putting her heart on the line. Rather than follow her heart, she justifies and overthinks everything resulting in keeping her frozen, unable to take that leap of faith, keeping her labeled as a wall flower. Her relationship with her sister is the most open and honest relationship in her life. Richelle is the one person that Bailey trusts without question. Background: Having had her parents taken from her at the tender age of eight, Bailey changed from a fun-loving, easy going young girl to a quiet, scared little girl with sad eyes. Her only saving grace was her older sister, Richelle, who gave up everything to give Bailey as “normal” a life as she could have without parents. Bailey remained quiet, pulling away from her friends (who didn’t seem to know how to talk with her anymore) Bailey threw herself into her dance lessons, showing a commitment that went beyond the typical. Her dance instructor called this to Richelle’s attention, indicating that she thought Bailey had what it took to become a professional dancer. After a discussion with her sister, Bailey chose (with the support and aid of her sister Richelle) to eat, sleep and breath ballet, giving up everything else (including any kind of personal life a teenager might have) to study hard and practice day and night. One of her happiest moments was being accepted into the school of dance in New York City. Family: Richelle Lynn Woods : age 29 (also transported to the new world)Brent Miller: Sister’s Fiancée (deceased)Helen Woods: Mother (deceased)Robert Woods: Father (deceased)Important Equipment: pen knife and a keychain flashlight, gym bag with dance attire and ballet slippers, and various fruit… an apple and an orange. (Name: LimitlessNikkieCharacter Name: Skylar Genovese Age: 27Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Role: Doctor, Surgeon. Magical Talent: Human Voodoo Doll (Developing personal healing ability)Former Occupation: Mob Enforcer and Investigator (Cover Job Surgeon)Skills: Surgical training, MD training, Kick boxing, knife (scalpel) Skills, Appearance:A natural brunette near black haired vixen Skylar is extremely fit with a well toned body crafted by an active lifestyle. A gorgeous blend of Mexican and Italian heritage she had a golden complexion, sculpted features, high cheek bones and stunning hazel eyes. At five seven she'd not the tallest around but with her slender build and habit of wearing very tall heals she often appears taller than she is. Personality: Skylar is a rather cold distant person with a hell of a mean streak through her. She can play caring for short periods of time, but often she is short with people with little tolerance for incompetence nor mistakes. She requires perfection from herself and expects it of everyone around her. Furthermore, she reveals next to nothing about herself to others and seems to have little interest in getting close to anyone but others often feel those hazel eyes of hers on their back as she watches everything, everyone around her. Conversations with her are often short and stilted because unless you manage to capture her interest she seems to have very little desire to converse with anyone. Background: Skylar was born into what looked on the surface to be a rather prestigious Italian family in Los Vegas. Her father worked in one of the larger Casinos on the Vegas strip and her mother was a glorified trophy wife hosting charity dinners and striving to stay relevant in the social circles her husband seemed to care little for. But this whole appearance, their whole apparent lifestyle was merely lip service, a veneer for what was really going on behind closed doors. But let's go back a little further shall we and really get to know our girl. From the day Skylar was born she was special. At first no one was quite sure what was wrong with the little baby girl that the full head of dark hair and the wide inquisitive eyes all they knew was something was wrong, she didn't react right. She never screamed, not when she was hungry, not when they poked her with needles, not when she was swaddled too tight. She never screamed. Days in the hospital and countless tests, scans, blood work, repetition on repetitions and finally someone had an answer. Congenital Insensitivity to Pain. Often abbreviated CIP, Congenital Insensitivity to Pain is a very rare genetic disorder that causes the person to be completely immune to the sensation of pain. Sounds like a blessing, doesn't it? Skylar never cried because she did not feel hunger pains that should have plagued her, she didn't feel the pain of the needle puncturing her skin only the pressure, the slight tugging of the needle. She didn't feel all the little pains that in others is just a daily part of life. Growing up she was constantly running into problems, she broke teeth and bones, was always covered in bruises. UP until the age of thirteen her parents weren't sure she'd survive. Every other week she seemed to get hurt, and it was another cast, another set of stitches, another trip to the dentist. She was an active, willful, hard-headed child, it was impossible to keep her contained. At thirteen though she slowed down more out of circumstances then desire. Her mom died. She ran her car off the road and hit a tree while trying to drive home after having a few too many cocktails. Skylar and her Mother had always been at odds, strong personalities have a way of clashing but her mothers' death changed her life and left her a sober and withdrawn child. To this point Skylar never knew her family was any different from any other. She had a large extended family that closed in around them like a warm blanket after the death of her mother and her grandfather drew very close. He seemed to take a great deal of interest in his sons only child, the girl who couldn't feel pain. He was the one who started mentoring her. Papa as she called him got her into kick boxing and encouraged her to excel in school. Slowly he started showing her that he and her father were not all they appeared. He was so slow easy about it that often Skylar guessed what he was leading up to before he even said it, and it lessened the shock. By sixteen, she understood that her family didn't make its vast empire by abiding by the law. She understood that her grandfather, Papa was more than just the master of her family, he was the master, he was what others like to dramatically call the God-Father, and she'd been born the only daughter the under-boss of the Vegas Mafia. By then she was being fully groomed. She was taught the ins and outs of the business, and they were making plans for her. Graduating early at seventeen she attended pre-med at Stanford before taking the full MD program to become a doctor. It may have seemed a strange avenue to send the girls down. What possible use could a mob boss have for a hot shot doctor, a most gruesome one in fact. Skylar returned fully to the fold at twenty-six straits out of med school with a specialty as a surgeon and pap made use of her right away. She became the go to for all injured family but even now Papa was still molding young Skylar. The young girl lacked much compassion unable to feel pain left her with little compassion for other pain and Papa saw that in her. It was in that he saw her greatest attribute. Soon he started bringing her people that didn't want to talk, didn't want to tell them things. At first, she just drugged them and would interrogate them for long hours, deny them water and sleep, stress their bodies but the more and more she did it the more and more brutal her practices became until her very name among them, The Knife, became something to be feared. No one wanted to go under her knife. As her core goodness degraded Skylar became more and more unstable and hard to manage. She took too guns often carrying on tucked into the small of her back and she was picked up a habit of snorting cocaine. She was spiraling, coming down after a couple of days of hard partying on the strip when she falls asleep half drunk in the back of a cab on the way home. Furthermore, she awake in a bed and lifting her head she found a sight she'd never seen before in front of her eyes. At first, she thought she'd been kidnapped. But the more she looked around the less sense that made. Who lived in places like this anymore??? Soon she found herself among others who were just as confused as she was. She realized she'd been thrown bodily into someplace completely alien and as unbelievable as it seemed there seemed to be no way to get back. With no one recognizing her Skylar immediately concealed her nature. To them, she was a doctor. She hid the gun she'd woken up with under her mattress and the knife and scalpel from her boot right along with it. She concealed her true nature, but there was no changing her character nor how she looked at the world. She was always watching the others looking for weakness a way to get over on people and assume control like she'd once had. One doesn't become surgeon and a Consigliere in the mafia without a great deal of ambition. Family: Vincent Genovese (papa), Anthony Genovese (Father) Both Still back home. Important Equipment: Skylar woke up wearing a pair of fitted slacks, six inch black Louis Vuitton heals, a tailored white wide collared blouse and a fitted suit jacket. She wore a slender necklace of platinum with a two caret diamond hanging from it, diamond earrings and a slender silver ring with her family name engraved on it. Tucked into the small of her back a snubbed barreled .357 Magnum revolver. In her purse, her wallet about two hundred dollars in cash, her identification, some make up (a travel kit) and a case of surgical scalpels. Strapped to her calf was a small dagger. (Name: LuciferOsCharacter Name: Jenifer Savage: 30Sex: Hermaphrodite Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Role: Fitness trainer Magical Talent: Telekinesis. Former Occupation: Accountant and Fitness trainer Skills: Long distance running, accounting, logistics, Sewing, camping. Appearance:Like all hermaphrodites, Jenifer does have a penis instead of a lighthouse, she is lithe, six feet tall, 73 kilos, C cup bust. Personality: Calm and soft mannered Background:Jenifer has been wealthy for all of her life and was married to another women in the real world, things were going as well as one could hope before she appeared, and Jenifer tries not to moan about it to others, knowing they would be experiencing the same thing. Jenifer believes making the best of what the circumstances offer is the only way forward and tries her best not to think of the past. Since arriving Jenifer has offered fitness classes to any who feel like joining her, and does have accounting skills which she hopes to use once a currency is adopted by the community. Although a dominate personality by some standards, she has no desire to lead if others about are capable. Since the appearance of magic, Jenifer has focused her attentions towards its development while not performing other duties. She is a strong believer in adopting magic properly to gain a foothold in the world and does practice telekinesis with others that also have manifested the same ability. Family: Other than her wife, Jenifer had two sisters and an extended family in the real world, none have joined her in the new world. She misses them desperately and is worried about how much they would worry about her. She hopes somehow to give a message to them that she is ok, but she doesn't hold much hope of that happening. Important Equipment: Running attire. (Name: Josh ArcanumCharacter Name: Clayton Striker Age: 24Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: Explorer Magical Talent: He has a very limit talent for cytokinesis. He can create small fireballs and manipulate them to light areas or start cooking fires, but it lacks the size and intensity to be used as a weapon. Former Occupation: Sergeant in an Army Recon Battalion Skills: Tracking, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Small Arms Combat, Survival Skills, Basic Medical Training Appearance:Piercing blue eyes, midlength blonde hair, and a light beard over a strong jaw form Clayton’s face. His body is lean strong from years of hard work in the field and lots of time in the gym. He has several dog tag tattoos down his right arm to honor fallen soldiers that he was deployed with. He also has a scar on the right side of his rib cage from where a bullet grazed him during a firefight during his first tour of duty. Personality: Clayton has always been a bit on the quiet and serious side, traits that served him well in the military. He is an extremely determined man, refusing to let anything stand in the way of a goal he might have. He also is in possession of the very crass and sometimes vulgar sense of humor, the result of six years in the military. While he might be a bit difficult to get close to at first, once you’ve earned his trust and friendship, he is loyal to a fault and will never betray his friends. Background: Never a model student, Clayton knew from a fairly early age that joining the military was how he was going to make his way in the world. Enlisting into the Army right out of high school, he was assigned to an Infantry Battalion and spent two years there before transferring into a Recon Battalion. He served four tours in Afghanistan and Iraq and received basic medical training as well as survival skills in order for him to handle long stints in the field. Since arriving at the New World, he has spent most of his time getting the lay of the land near the city. Eventually he plans to push out further in hopes of finding how they were brought here and why. Family: Clayton is an only child and his parents both passed on several years prior in a tragic car accident. He has a few Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins back on their old planet, but since he joined the military he’s had very little contact with them. Important Equipment: His Assault Pack with a flashlight, k-bar, emergency medical kit, and various other bits a bobs typically carried within. (Name:KargrisakaCharacter Name:Zachariah Griffin Age:40Sex:Male Sexual Orientation:Hetero-sexual Role:Scientist specializing in several different fields of biology and geology while he has specialized in these two sciences, years of school have given him a working knowledge of a wide field. Magical Talent:Zachariah can at will cool something to freezing temperatures he does not have much strength in it for now, but he can keep a small box cold enough to store his specimens Former Occupation:Various research positions usually lead researcher due to insatiable appetite for knowledge and a hardworking attitude that inspired his peers to do the same Skills:He has doctorates in biology and geology with a working knowledge of other fields of science, he is great at dissection with a steady hand, creating samples (molds, fungi, etc.), and other tasks required for his profession, and plays the violin. Appearance:A tattoo covers a scar from stitches on his left shoulder it is a tattoo of a violin and under it is says “Scientist supremos vestry preterits”. He also tries to keep himself groomed this can be difficult without the tools as he has found out Personality:He is well organized and calm he likes other people, but he gets wrapped up in his work so much that it seems like he doesn't. If you manage to drag him away from his work he is very excited for all the new specimens to examine in this world and is very curious on if this world has tectonic plates such as earth. He loves to give lessons and if not kept in check in a conversation will rant on and on about different things related to the world. If asked about his past or his childhood however he becomes quite and reserved and will try to excuse himself from the conversation Background:Zachariah Came from a family of criminals in Seattle being young and innocent his family used him throughout his elementary school days to make scams easier. The innocence of a child would be a calming presence to those who were uncertain of his fathers “honor”. To this extent his parents made sure he way happy and ignorant to their ways until he was ready to help out a little bit more. That time came in middle school when his parents tricked him in scamming someone out of fifty dollars. When they finally told him what he had done and how easy it was to make money this way Zachariah was mortified he had always believed his father when a scam gone bad led to screaming and running, he felt betrayed and ripped the fifty dollar bill in front of his father's face this led to a fight where Zachariah's father beat him until he needed stitches, fearing his fathers' wrath he lied to the doctors and said he was playing on a hill and rolled down. Since then His father treated him horribly calling him worthless and hitting him. He knew he needed to become better so he dove into books to find a way out of the hell he was in. He Excelled in science from an early age and early in his high school career Mr. Michaels, his biology teacher, tried to convince his parents to put Zachariah in advance classes. Without pause, they refused claiming their son would just fail at it. Unable to accept this Mr. Michaels got the principle to put him on and Michaels sponsored him. At first, it was great he was learning so much, but soon he became overloaded and began to struggle some. His parents laughed at this however Michaels knew he just needed a way to concentrate; they tried everything from sports to acting and nothing worked. Zachariah was ready to give up, but Michaels wouldn't let him then they found it when he first picked up a violin it was like seeing the universe clearly for the first time. He learned how to play and even how to repair it and thread bows for it. If his parents cared about anything less that their victims it was the world around them. They did not care about the dogs they had chained up to fight or damage they caused to the environment by dumping harmful toxins into the river for their metal containers. Zachariah took it upon himself to learn everything about the world around him and studied biology and geology very heavily. He felt as though he needed to understand what his parents cared the least about to be nothing like them. So he pushed farther and father learning as much as he could. Eventually it came time for him to graduate where he did so with full honors and a scholarship to any university he wanted he chose to go to Harvard and was given a full ride with an academic scholarship All was looking good for him, but there was one more fight to be had. The day he moved out to go to college his father wouldn't let him leave. Zachariah kept pushing trying to avoid conflict until his father grabbed his violin case and threatened to break it, Zachariah in turned clocked him and knocked him out. That was the last time he ever saw any of his family. He no longer cared where they were or what they were doing he only keep contact with Mr. Michaels this is because to him Mr. Michaels was like his father the one who taught him right. After that it was a success story he worked hard in school and eventually got two doctorates one in biology and one in geology. He then went to lead research teams on the field and in the lab. His hardworking nature earned him respect from his peers, and they trusted him to run an efficient team lead by the best people. Everything was great, he was happy, successful, and away from his parents. Then one night asleep on the couch, watching a movie, in a blink of an eye he went from his cozy lifestyle to his new home in unknown lands. He woke up confused like everyone else, but after reality settled he was excited to understand a whole new world. Family: Father: Vincent Griffin status unknown Mother: Lillian Griffin status unknown Mr. Michaels: Alive teaching high school biology Important Equipment:His Biology kit (cordless microscope, Petra dishes, direction tools, glucose gel, collection swabs, etc.), his violin with case bow and tools, the clothes he happened to be wearing a long sleeve black shirt with slacks, a scarf, a belt and his charcoal gray wool coat (in the coat a few pens and his wallet) (Name: SkyreCharacter Name: Shay 'Core' GallowglassAge: 35 (Born in 1715)Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: Skulk about. Bellow orders if he's asked. Teach the Spanish school of swordsmanship if he's asked. Magical Talent: Blink. Shay can almost instantaneously move from one point to another up to fifty feet away. He has to be able to see the point that he intends to move to. There has to be no physical obstacle in his path to prevent him from moving there. He does not teleport, but rather moves or blinks to the location at incredible speed. He can use blink in combat and can blink up to four times in quick succession, but would then have to catch his breath, so to speak. Former Occupation: Mercenary officer or sell sword. In particular Shay trained and lead a unit of skirmishers, so he is used to sneaking about, adapting and thinking on his feet and using unorthodox tactics. Skills: Military, agriculture (very rusty. He grew up around farming, but hasn't been involved in it for years), horse riding and skulking about. Appearance:Shay is dressed in clothes that were once very smart and formal. However, he has been wearing those clothes for a very long time, and they're not so fine anymore. He wears a long military coat of black leather with worn gold braiding and a charcoal gray shirt and a breach. On his feet are black riding boots, much worn and very comfortable. This dark ensemble was the uniform of his regiment, which in turn was derived from his family's own traditions. His nickname Core is a reference to his dark clothing and hair. Shay himself is not particularly remarkable. He is neither particularly attractive nor tall. He does not move with grace and elegance. Furthermore, he wears his black hair long in a ponytail, tied with a scrap of ribbon, and although he is always clean-shaven he always has what we would call a six o'clock shadow. Being clean-shaven every morning is one of the few things that he is very particular about. His green eyes are bright and observant, and he is often smiling. His skin has been darkened and worn by the sun and the wind. Shay keeps himself in very good shape, because it sets the right example to his men and because it is important to allow him to continue improving his skill with the sword. PersonalityShay is at peace with himself and the world. He knows he can be a bad person and do bad things, but so can other people. He knows that he doesn't have everything that he hopes for in life, but he also knows that there are those who have even less than he. Furthermore, he knows he can handle most things that the world or other men can throw at him and the mettle has been tested in the heat of battle and not found wanting. He is not particularly formal and approaches most situations and people with a laugh and a smile. Furthermore, he likes a drink, but when drunk he does become argumentative and hot-tempered. The rest of the time he is cool under pressure and is unfazed by setbacks or adversity. He is a natural Explorer and is curious about the world around him, not afraid of it. He's an officer and is used to having his orders obeyed when he gives them. Furthermore, he considers himself to be an honorable man and a gentleman and would not react well to either of those ideas being questioned or imputed. Soldiers and mercenaries in particular don't have a great reputation and skirmishers are even less well thought of and Shay knows it. Whilst his father was passionate about the cause of Irish independence Shay is much more lukewarm on the subject. Neither is he overtly religious. He's seen too many men's prayers to God go unanswered to believe anymore. BackgroundShay is a soldier from a family of soldiers. His father was a soldier, his grandfather was a soldier and he is a soldier. The fact that he is a soldier who fights for money is no disgrace in his eyes. He joined the Spanish army at 17 as a Lieutenant, the only commission he could afford to buy. He's a Captain now, in charge of the skirmishing regiment that he has personally trained. At least that was until a week ago. His men were skirmishing ahead of the army as usual, and he settled down for the night in a local tavern. When he woke up he was in a strange house in a strange city and apart from the items stashed under his bed, everything familiar had disappeared. Family: There are two kinds of mercenary officer. Those who already have money and wealth and prospects. They attract beautiful women with expensive tastes and those who have to work for what they have and do not. Shay falls into the latter category. That is he has no one but himself to take care of. Because of the nature of his work he has not seen his family in several years. His father is dead, but his mother is still alive, and his sister has recently married. Important Equipment: His Spanish back sword and dagger. His coat. His shaving kit. These were all stowed under his bed when we went to sleep and are the only possessions he still had when he woke up in this Godforsaken place. (Name: ChreestaferCharacter Name: Kyler Bishop Age: 32Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Omni - Curious Role: Military skills, combat knowledge (teaching hand-to-hand fighting), Survival skills Magical Talent: Telekinesis, it's minor at the time being, he can only lift and move objects that weigh about 5 pounds. He hasn't tried anything bigger since his nose tends to bleed when lifting 5 pounds. Former Occupation: United States Navy SEAL Skills: Survival Skill, Military experience, combat skills Appearance:Before appearing in this world, Kyler was injured in the line of duty. An RPG struck his hummer pinning him under it as it burned. The results of this are severe to burn scars on his left chest up his left arm and a bit on his left neck side. After this he got tattoos (as in the photo) to hide these scars, yet they can still be made out behind the ink. Personality: Quiet and a bit reserved at the beginning, but he is generally a nice guy when he opens up. He tries to play the Stoic harass, but his heart shows more often then not. Background: Kyler was born to a drunk of a father and drug addicted mother who worried more about her next high then if her children ate. At age 5, Kyler and his older brother Thomas witness a horrid incident. Their useless father beat their mother to death in front of them in a drunken stupor. After realizing his actions he then took his own life leaving the two boys alone. After many legal battles their grandmother took them in and taught them how to be proper young boys. Raising them in the church and helping them with school.However, the tormented images still plagued Kyler and as he became a teen he began to express his feelings through his fists. In four years he changed 7 different high schools all for fighting. His grades were amazing, he was an A plus student. Yet the fights almost ended him. When he turned 18, Kyler was still in high school and still fighting. Yet this time around he had taught a 17-year-old boy. And the boys parent pressed charges of assaulting a minor. He faced some hard times ahead of him. But he did have one choice, jail or military service. There he spent the rest of his life turning himself around. He graduated as a Navy SEAL, and became a better man. His life took for the worst as his hummer was hit by an RPG and flipped. He was pinned under the burning wreckage as he watched as others were being shot. He screamed for help before blanking out.4 months in a coma passed before he woke. Tragic news seemed to always find him. He found out that while he was in a coma his grandmother had passed away, and all she left him was the note she set next to him when he was first in a coma. He hated himself and years after his habits turned to drinking to forget the dreams and pain that came from the burns. On his 32nd birthday he bought himself a bottle of jack, some sleeping pills, and at that he went to his apartment to end it all. He sat there on the bed as the tears came streaming down. The empty bottle of jack and sleeping pills to his left while the still blood covered knife lay in his right hand as his wrists bled everywhere. The world and the pain became a blur. That was until he woke up on the cold floor of the building in the new world. At first, he was a bit secluded from the others, feeling this was a form of purgatory or even hell. His wrists weren't scared where he had cut them and this made him curious as ever to find out why. Finally, after days of seclusion he broke out of his shell becoming a good member to the growing community. He offered his skills in combat and survival assisting anyone who would listen to him. When the powers began to appear in everyone he found himself in his room late at night. He was crying once more, the thoughts of his actions and his past pains still haunting him. Anger coursed through him, and he found he had thrown his bag across the room with just a thought. As the blood dripped down his nose he began to realize he was meant for bigger better things. Now when he isn't helping to build or out on "missions" for the community he can be found training his skills either alone or with others. Family: No one of importance. He has a brother living on the West Coast but hasn't talked to him in years. The brother is not in the new world. Important Equipment: Dressed in his digital desert camos, with backpack filled with area map (useless now), water canteen, Survival knife, 25 foot rope, flint and steel, thermal blanket, and a letter from his grandmother saying she loved him and was proud of him dated from 4 years ago. (Name: summoner2183Character Name: Edward DuValleAge:33Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Role: Medical Personnel Magical Talent: Aquaman (with some healing effects)Former Occupation: Doctor Skills: Medicine, Survival Skills, Basic Surgery, Orthopedics and PaediatricsAppearance:Edward is about six foot tall, with a lean but slightly muscular physique. His hands are slightly rough and callused due to his profession dealing with medical swabs, and sometimes he has light scars on his fingers due to the work that he does as a medical practitioner. Personality: Edward is a little bit gruff on the outside, though that does not reflect his true personality as a friendly and caring person. His brusque demeanor is usually used on people who don't take their health seriously or people who come to him for healing when they are in the late stages of their diseases. Background: Edward was an up-and-coming doctor in one of the hospitals in America, and he had finished up a major surgery one day and turned early to rest as it was his off day tomorrow, and he was planning to hang out with his doctor buddies for a drink and maybe play a casual game of golf together... but all that changed when he woke up in an unfamiliar place, a home where the walls were made up of stone bricks. Exiting the building, he found himself staring an unfamiliar village with people who also look as confused as he was. He soon found out that he was in a place called Peoria, and it was evident that this was not Earth judging by the two moons he saw in the sky shining brightly at night, and he was not the only person that woke up here in this new realm. As time goes by, he realized that there wasn't much in terms of medical facilities here, and he did what he could when people got sick. It was then he found out that somehow he and the rest of the people who arrived here gained some sort of ability, and his was water manipulation, though he noted that the waters he is able to summon has a minor healing effect to it. Glad that he had gained a useful power, he vows to use this newfound power to aid those who are in need. Family: None, as he is an orphan and he does not know who his parents are. Important Equipment: A First Aid Kit, a book as well as a small pocket flashlight and some cereal bars. (Name: Crash Character Name: Asher “Ash” North Age: 28Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: HeteroRole: Blacksmith, fabricator and part-time watchman. Magical Talent: Metal Manipulation – Asher can manipulate the properties of metal, making them heavier or lighter than normal and affecting their magnetic properties. His body can also take on metallic qualities for a short time, though any protection this provides him is limited to mundane metals not magical ones. This part of his ability is extremely tiring for him to maintain. Former Occupation: Welder and Fabricator (Metal Sculptures as a side job)Skills: Welding, Fabrication, Blacksmithing, Some glassblowing classes and leather working classes at a local art school back home. Appearance:Asher is strong, but his muscular form is lean and built for action not attraction. He has traded for some leather with others in town and made a pair of leather breeches to protect himself from the forge. They aren’t pretty, but they are practical. Personality: Practical, quiet, creative, resolute, haunted and surprisingly gentle. Asher is a blue collar workman as his father and grandfather were. He loves to work with his hands, which is what got him into welding as a young man. He may strike an intimidating profile, but Ash is really a quiet and dedicated guy in all things. This hasn’t made the loss of his family and fiancé any easier. He still suffers from bouts of depression when thoughts of his fiancé surface. His practical and reasoned mind still wonders if he hasn’t gone a little nuts or if he is actually in a coma in a hospital somewhere and this is some kind of strange dream he just can’t wake up from. However, Ash is not prone to panic or overreaction and instead focused on practical and important tasks like making sure others were reasonably taken care of. He has no interest in being a community leader and while others focused on positioning themselves as pillars of the community Ash went about making sure others had shelter and a source of water, clothing and warmth. He is as likely to be found at the smithy he woke up in as he is repairing a roof or chopping wood for someone that can’t do it themselves. Background: His girlfriend in high school was into the Renaissance Free thing and used to drag him along. This got him interested in blacksmithing and other medieval crafts. He apprenticed to one of the smiths at the free for a few years and after graduation from high school he picked up the trade of welding and fabricating as it was good money, and he could work on metal sculpture and blacksmithing as a hobby for a little extra cash. He met his fiancé through a group of friends who had gone on to the local college. They were deeply in love when he proposed to her on a crisp morning at Mirror Lake when the sky appeared to go on forever in the reflection of the still lake. A month before the wedding Ash woke up in a small cottage the did not recognize. He spent the better part of the next week looking for his fiancé among the others that appeared and still catches himself hoping that she will wake up in this new place, and he will see her again. This hope has been fading quickly now that it has been weeks since the last new sleeper woke up. Ash has opened the smithy up in town with the tools and materials that were left in the forge attached to his cottage home near the outskirts of town and put his skills to good use. He volunteers for watch duty and is often found helping others about town that are having a hard time adjusting to their new lives while quietly dealing with his own dark thoughts. Family: Mother, Father and Kid brother all left behind. He also left a fiancé behind which still haunts him. Important Equipment: Ash didn’t have much that he brought with him. He had a pocket utility tool that he always carried. His has his wallet that no longer carries anything of value other than pictures of his fiancé and family. However, the smithy he woke up in has much of what he needed to work metal as well as a small surplus of materials to work with. He crafted some small tool she would need to leather work and smith. Aside from the tools there were a few halves and partially completed forms for weapons. He has been studying them so that he can make his own. In a pinch he could finish them, but he has chosen not to and keeps them hidden so that others don’t get their hands on them. If a threat were to present itself he would hand out some of the finished product he has, but doesn’t want the general population to know he has a very small stockpile of weapons in his property. When on watch he carries a pair of axes he found at the smithy and could use his blacksmithing hammers if needed. He does not know much about armed combat and would like to find someone to team him. His magical ability would help keep him alive in a battle until he learns, and he has had his share of fights as a young man if you count bar fight. (Name: Crash Character Name: June “June” Ocampo Age: 30Sex: Female (or Male eventually)Sexual Orientation: Lesbian Role: Foreign Diplomat, Hunter, Scout Magical Talent: Changeling (Can take the form of other living beings – Currently only Humanoid)Former Occupation: Ethnographer (Anthropologist)Skills: Anthropology, Linguistics, Writing, Blending In, Eskimo (all practice and no real combat), Archery, Speaks Tagalog, English and Korean Appearance:Loves her comfortable jeans and hiking boots, but her appearance can vary with her ability. Personality: Dedicated, empathetic, friendly. Jun-Seo is outgoing and friendly. She is a true extrovert that took her job as an ethnographer very seriously and was making quite the name for herself as an anthropologist having written books on the Ceiling people of the Philippines and the Chondogya religious minority of South Korean. June is good with people and few people innately dislike her. She is optimistic without being annoying and an excellent listener. Despite her outgoing personality she knows when to back off and observe as is part of her job. June is very accepting of others and is trained to check her biases when dealing with new cultures. Background: Born to a Korean mother and Filipino father June spent time as a child in South Korea and the Philippines before moving to the United States when she was 13 years old. She earned a scholarship to Penn State University and graduated with a Ph.D. in Anthropology. After school, she returned to the Philippines for field work and eventually wrote her first ethnography. Her father insisted she learn how to defend herself before partaking in potentially dangerous field work and built on her instruction from childhood and taught her a working knowledge of Filipino Martial Arts of what he was trained from his time in the military. She continued her work in Southeast Asia with her next ethnographic research in South Korean again getting her work published. June had recently received a grant to pursue research with a tribe in the Brazilian Jungle. She had only been there a week when she went to sleep in her tent one night and woke up in her tent on top of a bed in a large house near the castle. She found her sister had also woken up in the city the next day. Relieved that they were not alone in the experience June and her sister, who had awaked in a tavern building opened it up as a gathering place for the rest of the town. June is an accomplished archer and brought down some strange game animals that they cooked in the tavern oven and helped feed the disoriented sleepers. The tavern has since added a still built out back that it has been using to process fermented fruit into alcohol. Family: She has a large family back home, but her little sister Kim Phan did make it to the city despite being a half a world away. Kim has the same magical talent as her June with less restraint which has caused trouble as June can’t always be keeping an eye on her. Important Equipment: Compound Hunting Bow and 12 Arrows, Notebook, notepads and pencils with two boxes of replacement leads, tent, bedroll, hunting knife, GPS locator with a full battery (worthless with no satellites), backpack. Her sister “owns” and runs the tavern in town. (Name: Vampire Mistress Sakura Character Name: Mina Rose a.k.a. Dr. Roseate: 29Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Role: Ambassador Magical Talent: Comprehends languages; can understand interspecies language. Former Occupation: Forensic Psychologist for the FBI Skills: Cooking, Writing reports, people skills, counselling, Psychology, problem-solving, massages. Flexibility Appearance:Just like the picture, Mina stands at 5’7” Dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. Her figure is well tone due to her routine workouts. Personality: Almost as if she has a dual persona there are two types of Mines. Her work persona and then her home persona. As a member of the FBI her work persona is one that shows a very hardworking individual, independent, and charismatic at her level of profession. She tries to keep a well control level of emotions in order to keep those she is counselling comfortable. Once she clocks out and leave her office does Mina completely shed her work mask off to what her husband refers to as her home persona. Like taking off her suit, Mina becomes a relaxed, easygoing, and competitive kind of woman. She believes in stress relief and with her husband being a cop found herself doing things in order to take the edge of both of them. That is either, attacking him by wrestling him to the ground, attempting to kick his butt in video games, or a greeting him simply with a glass of wine. Easily one could see Mina as a loving and very empathic woman. Background: Mina Gordon being a New England girl, grew up in the small state of Connecticut. Born to two loving parents. Her mother was a pharmacist and her father was a defensive coordinator for the New York Giants, giving her a passion for football, however, her just to piss her father off she decided to become a fan of the New England Patriots. Why not? She was in one of the New England states. It was one of those rivals she loved to have being the competitive young woman she was. Besides Eli Manning was a joke and her father knew it too. When Mina turned 12 her father was diagnosed with a rare cancer known as Chronic Myelomonocytic Leukemia. Her father a few months after her 16th birthday making it one of the most shocking memories of her life. Not knowing how to cope, Mina and her mother sot counselling, and became very interested in the process of which people cope with grieving, cope with traumatic events, and the functions how humans deal with these problems. There was so many different questions Mina had asked herself which got her interested in psychology. Why do certain people deal with traumatic events differently than others? Why was she able to push forward and why others couldn’t? Her fascination with the brain became much of her focus After high school, graduating with honors, Mina got accepted in Harvard University where she obtained her B. A and M. S in Psychology while taking an interest in the forensic branch of the field where the high levels of traumatic experiences occur. Mina would move on to get her Ph.D. doing her dissertation on Military men turning into police officers. It was there she met her husband Elliott Rose; he would let her interview him in exchange for a cup of coffee. Though in all honesty, he had her at “hello”. Eventually they started dating and later got married. Mina went on to working for the FBI. One night when Mina closed her eyes only to wake up in a strange new place with her husband right next to her. Knowing her husband would panic, Mina would feed off that strength, allowing her to calm down and settle herself as the two tried to reestablish themselves in this new place. Supportive to the type of personality and worth ethic her husband was known for, Mina would move on to being one of the peacekeepers, working as a counselor for anyone looking for someone to talk to; try to settle fears and panics through carefully chosen words. Mina would use her knowledge in psychology as the foundation for helping people around her. She had volunteered herself as ambassador, realizing she could pick up the many different languages that were present to her from people that got sucked in from all parts of the world. Even at her husband’s disapproval, Mina would also volunteer herself for going out and exploring the new world, if they ran into a new race or species she might be able to help settle wars and learn more about the world around them because she could understand them. Family: Mother (on earth) Husband (Elliot Rose). Important Equipment: A change of clothes, her wedding ring, clothes she went to bed with. Hairbrush, notebook. Taser. (Name: Vampire Mistress Sakura Character Name: Ami Wilson Age: 21Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Role: Farmer, Animal domestication Magical Talent: Telepathy; right now can only read plants and animals Former Occupation: Student; Double majoring in Agriculture and Plant Biology Skills: Hiking, dancing, singing, sewing, horseback riding, gardening, farming, raising plants and animals. Making clothing. Basic wood working. Appearance:Just like her picture projects, light brown, and brown eyes. Ami stands at 5’5” with a slight fit body. Slim frame weighting at 110lb. Personality: Ami has a very outgoing and carefree type of persona to her the type of personality you get from a girl raised in the country. Loves to daydream. Secretly she is in the closet “squint” as one might call it where she does not look smart, but she actually really is. She just likes to make people believe she has a few screws loose in order to keep people from ever guessing the vast amount of knowledge she has. A very gentle and inviting individual yet when she feels passionate about something she is very aggressive in how she goes about handle situations. Giving her spit-fire kind of flare to her which could pop out at random moments. She believes that the hard work you put in yourself if more rewarding than anything else. Background: Ami in the beginning was your typical American girl. Born to two loving parents a mother and a father. However, at the age of 5 her parents soon got a divorce and her mother decided to move back down to her home state; Georgia. Her mother believed the change in scenery would be a great step in her process of starting over because starting over is always the hardest part. Ami’s transition from her birthplace to this one was an easy one. While not having her father around was hard, her father always managed to keep in touch with her, sending her presents and money to help her mother support her. There on her grandmother’s farm, Ami would be raised on the foundation of hard work, being independent, and that doing things for yourself had its rewards. Those skills would come in handy for when her grandmother became dreadfully ill, Ami had to step up and help make sure the farm ran smoothly. She learned the value of raising animals and even though it was sad to raise the livestock and kill them for food. Ami knew it was needed in order for the family to survive and that the taste of a fresh kill was better than anything else she could possibly imagine. Farming became her way of life and as she got older she realized she wanted to understand all she could about it. She learned how to milk a cow, ride a horse, and work on farm where she learned how to make her crops grow. Her love for this life came when she saw the first harvest she worked on, taking an air of corn for the first time. That was what made her realize what she wanted to grow up and be. After high school, Ami would move on to college, getting accepted at Cornell University in New York. Where she double majored in Agriculture and Plant Biology. Before coming to the new world, Ami would be in her Junior year of college. She’d have been on her way to horticulture class. Such being her first class of the day she also had plant systematics in that same area, so after class she with her duffle bag she’d take a little nap in the barn that school provided for studying zoology. When she woke up she’d find herself in a strange new world. She was alone, could not fight the slight panic that came from being pulled into another place. However, as time with on be it a couple of months, she learned that there was a field that needed to be worked on, with other farmers present, and Ami decided to dedicate her time to making sure those in this strange new place had food to eat. She also helps some of the carpenters when they need extra hands. Family: Mother and Grandmother back on earth. Important Equipment: A duffle bag (a change of clothing, hairbrush, hat.) backpack (School book, Urban Farm magazine, Countrywoman magazine, pens, pencils, notebooks.) Watch, straw hat, a pair of denim overalls, long sleeve cotton checkered button down shirt, cowboy boots. (Name: Josh ArcanumCharacter Name: Dr. Aaron Colter Age: 33Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: Scientist and Inventor Magical Talent: Mild telekinesis which allows him to move some objects around. He is unable to move anything larger than an empty chair or heavier than twenty pounds. Former Occupation: Advanced Chemistry Professor at a Local College, Part-time Inventor Skills: PhD in Chemistry, Inventing, Running on Little Sleep, Research Skills Appearance:Pretty much as the picture shows him. Standing 5’9”, thin with dark hair that is in a constant state of disarray, and brown eyes that seem to be looking everywhere at once. His facial hair is sometimes wild and overgrown, but if someone keeps on him to groom then he maintains it well enough. Personality: Eccentric is perhaps the best way to describe Aaron Colter. His brain is always working, trying to solve some mystery that sometimes only he seems to notice. When talking to people, he can be seen as scatterbrained and easily distracted, making him a very difficult person to have a decent conversation with. However, when he starts to work on something, he focuses in on it to the exclusion of nearly all else. This is when he’s at his best, although if someone doesn’t check on him, he often forgets to eat, sleep, shave, or shower. Background: Always interested in figuring out how things work, Aaron was a social outcast in school, preferring the company of his books and his experiments to actual human contact. Graduating from college with degrees in both chemistry and physics, he pursued mastery and then a PhD in Chemistry, which he used to support himself by teaching at local colleges. But his true passion was taking everything he learned and using it to attempt to invent new things. While he held some three dozen patents, none of his inventions were anything earth-shattering, resigning him to the role of eccentric. That was until he went to bed one night and woke up in a whole new world full of new things to discover and inventions to invent….. Family: His parents passed away several years ago, and he had two older brothers that he never sees or speaks to due to their involvement in the criminal world. Important Equipment: His white lab coat and his black notebook that he always has on him in case he has an idea for later. ("Color me wary, but I woke up half-naked in a field surrounded by strangers. Oh, and there are two fucking moons and no cell reception!" Player Name: Lien Character Name: Piper Wagner Age: 24Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Technically bisexual, though Piper refuses to label herself. Role: Unsure, but I assume the new world could find a place for her Magical Talent: At this point Piper's ability is understood as Invisibility, but in truth she possesses the power to remove herself completely from the perception of other living things. Once enabled, Piper's physical form, her scent, and any sound she makes becomes masked to others. Whether this is stand-alone magic or the infant stage of something greater, time will tell. Former Occupation: (entitled) College Student/blogger Skills: clever, intelligent, strong-willed/stubborn, ability to read people fairly well, able to think logically and suss out situations, good liar, limber Appearance:Looks like her picture, though her hair will eventually darken unless she finds a way to dye it. Piper stands at 5'6" and weighs about 117lbs with a fit frame for a non-athlete due to walking and pretending to be vegan. Personality: Piper projects attitude and confidence, a rough exterior bordering on grating to those with a thin skin or low tolerance for such people. She cracks jokes, takes things out of context on purpose, and sometimes outright antagonizes just to stir the pot or steer things to her benefit. This comes off as harmful and selfish, but the majority of it is an act to gain attention while keeping people at a distance. Ironic given she has to be around people to keep herself distracted from her own issues. Also, she has huge problem trusting people. Background: Piper hails from Northwestern Indiana and comes from a large, upper middle-class family consisting of four older brothers, one older sister, and two younger sisters. Raymond, her father, was a former trial lawyer turned small business owner, launching a successful chain of furniture stores before turning his sights on manufacturing investments. Her mother, miRNA, was a part-time registered nurse. She enjoyed a fairly perfect, albeit spoiled, childhood until age eleven when the first of her younger siblings was born. Then, much to her dismay, she learned the world did rise and set on her command. This is also when she began her diary which would eventually morph into her journal/blog/rant-platform, One Screaming Fist. After the adjustment period and the start of her teenage years, young Piper dove headlong into the rebellious phase so often parodied by popular adolescent television. She experimented with failing grades before deciding stupidity was boring and caused headache after headache for her family in an effort to gain attention. This only got worse as she grew older, but her uncharacteristic stellar schoolwork usually kept both her parents and school officials from having her committed to a nunnery. There was some minor experimentation with drugs, alcohol, and naughty business, but two-thirds of it was for show due to the first two being bad for her coursework. As for the third, Piper maintained a somewhat steady relationship with the school's resident psychopath and carried on a secret, semi-steady affair with the head cheerleader to gain access to campus parties at the local college. Upon graduating at the top of her class, she broke off most of her relationships, friends and otherwise, and moved west to attend the University of Washington. There, aside from a two-year break to live in Japan teaching English, she has remained a student and changed her major too often while pretending to be an activist in various things and getting into arguments. Piper maintains limited contact with her family through Facebook, the occasional text, and either a Thanksgiving or Christmas visit to replenish her bank account. Her closest relation is her older sister, Clarice, who is married with kids and living with her husband in Portland, Oregon. Also, she has been forbidden by her father from bringing anymore metro-sexual, musician boyfriends and/or mo hawked girlfriends home for family functions. She spent her last night on earth watching bad movies with an acquaintance before going out for drinks with others, getting plastered, and falling into bed with the lot of them. Upon waking Piper found herself lying in a field with several other people and thought someone slipped her acid. Sadly, this was not the case. Since then, she has spent the majority of her time dodging responsibility, hoarding whatever that sweet off-pink fruit is on the other side of the settlement, and furiously detailing everything in her notebooks. Family: Her parents, four brothers, and three sisters are all back on Earth. Important Equipment: Her backpack (containing a couple of course books, four notebooks, writing tools, some makeup accessories, her now-useless tablet, condoms, and a change of underwear), the Batman shirt she wore to bed (thank god she had pants in her backpack), and a can of mace. (Name: Loves Character Name: FaenethAge: 350 (young for an elf)Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: Warrior/Captain of the Guard for the Woodland Elves and a member of the Royal Family Magical Ability:1.) Elves are untuned with nature and the elements of the world, all elves may choose to have control over one of these: (Nature (vines and such), Water, Fire, Earth, Air, Wildlife, or Ice)French has control over wind, using it to move freely and quickly, as well for protection if required. Gliding - the ability to 'fly' or self-levitate, allowing an elf to glide with the winds or with an initial kick-off. Strong gliders use the power more fully for self propulsion, at high speed and maneuverability.2.) Elves have long-lived in the magical world, and like humans have 1 magical talent that is all their own. Astral projection - the ability to 'go out' and communicate with other magic-users in a bodiless psychic plane Telepathy - the ability to exchange thoughts and feelings by.3.) Elves have the ability to see in dim light as if it was bright, treating dusk and dawn as easily as if it was noon.4.) Elves are well versed with Runes, most can recognize common runes and use them.5.) Elves are resistant to mind-altering abilities6.) The Even body is made for agility not power, most full size races (think human size) would be able to overpower them in a test of strength Skills: French is a skilled warrior, an exceptional fencer and swordswoman, and excellent marks woman with the bow and arrow. Healing - the ability to heal injury or disease, not with magic but rather with the gifts given from the forest. Weapons: Bow, Arrows, Dual Daggers Appearance:Hair: Long auburn brown Eyes: deep, dark brown with a golden light rim that seems to brighten with her emotions Weight: 125 lbs Height: 5’ 11”Other Distinguishing Features: She has been in battle a few times, but she has not gained any recognizable marks in her, A few cuts and wounds from a few struggles but nothing serious. Mainly due to the fact that elves can self heal rather well. Physical Description: She looks graceful, tall and ethereal like any elf, with an unusual fierceness of a warrior in her face and stance Personality: French is very well respected because of her army rank, her ferocity, her beauty, not to mention her standing as a member of the Royal Family. She is very merry and light in celebrations, and among her friends she is always welcome. But she is more cutting, and at times sarcastic than the rest of her kin, and her slightly fiery temper is something that makes her more interesting and lively than the rest. Spirited at best, some might see her at times as disrespectful, often speaking her mind regardless of who might be the victim of her sharp tongue. She can be reckless, saying the first thing that comes to her mind (which is the rumor why any suitors have been rejected in the past). While she is the Captain she is ruled mostly by justice tempered by mercy, and is entirely devoted to her king and homeland. She will do ruthless action when needed, because she believes faithfully in a higher purpose, and therefore thinks that the ends justify the means. Her closest friends are among the higher circle in the elf community, being Royalty leaves her with little choice. However, her strong will, can have her disagreeing with those that rule, and her sharp tongue can leave her in a heap of trouble. GREATEST STRENGTH: Her determination and ferocityGREATEST WEAKNESS: A dislike for the unknownFEARS: Failing her king and country; giving in to fear when battle comes Background: French grew in a sumptuous home full of riches and wealth. However, no matter how much comfort her life reached her father always taught her, from his travels through the land, that luxury could always disappear from her life and the only constant in her life would be her sense of duty, should she acquire it. It would be this sense of duty that gave the spout to her strength of core, and thus her loyalty to her people was born. She was unusual than the rest of the elves when she desired the taking up of arms, but her father dared not deter her, and his opinion was taken in account by those who doubted the young elf maid's resolve to defend her land through weapons, which were not fit for a lady. About this time her father's need to go West was potent, and departed with his wife when French was only 175 years old. She knew them not to be lost and even though their company was a defining aspect of her life she always remembered her sense of duty and never mourned their absence in this land. Family: French was fathered by an Elf prince, (Meander) who was wise and fair and was sought after for advice among those of status in the forest; having travelled far and wide in his youth and now returned to his homeland where he was famed for his deeds. He was also a particularly adept painter of great renown. Her mother (Faerdhinen)was far younger than her father was, but there was no doubt they were both meant for each other, as Elves are, and met by chance when she, an Elf of another tribe, was visiting the great realm of the woodland elves. They happily married and had their only child French a winter after their wedding. Important Equipment: Bow, Arrows, Dual Daggers, white stallion (Name: Untamed_Skies Character Name: Ligament MoontideRace: Elf Age: 110 (barely considered an adult by elves)Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: bi-sexual Role: Prophet of the Gods Racial Talents: 1.) Ligament commands the element of Water2.) Soul Seer: Ligament has the ability to sense the soul in all living things, and from that sense can tell emotions, and in some cases intentions. At it's most powerful, with her hands pressed against someone's head and chest (Mind and Soul), she is even capable of seeing someone's entire life story.3.) Elves have the ability to see in dim light as if it was bright, treating dusk and dawn as easily as if it was noon.4.) Elves are well versed with Runes, most can recognize common runes and use them.5.) Elves are resistant to mind-altering abilities6.) The Even body is made for agility not power, most full size races (think human size) would be able to overpower them in a test of strength Home Area: EnaseraSkills: Singing, Dancing, Talking, Healing, and all different kinds of activities on the water. Appearance:Lilarmeru is slender as is common for her race, standing at 5'3" she often appears as if she might be frail. Long golden locks hang below her shoulders, though she likes to wear it up often. Vibrant blue eyes like depths of the ocean are said to be able to see your soul. She is considered to be lovely, and her beauty is said to be one of the signs of her obvious favor by the gods. Personality: In the public eye which is typically a constant for her, Ligament is patient and kind. Often calling for mercy and compassion rather than violence, she tries to hold herself to the standards and expectations her people have for as the "chosen of the gods." She tries not to make light of any being, and speaks as diplomatically as possible. Her people expert her to be the symbol of their perfection, and she dedicates herself to not disappointing her people. When away from the crowds and allowed to be herself, Ligament is extremely playful. Taking pleasure in every moment she might be allowed to sing and dance, and eager to sing and dance with whoever will join her. She is young and like most young she is rash and prone to impulse and mistakes. Overall She is someone who is always smiling, and takes great pride and pleasure in spreading such feelings to the world around her. More than anything she could do she hopes to spread joy to all those around her, and she works very hard to push her people away from the course of violence and pain. It's this kindness that has made her so loved by her people, and in turn she loves them back. Background: When Ligament was young she got to enjoy a fairly normal childhood, though she always had her gift it wasn't something that was paid much attention to around her family. The Moon tides weren't the type of family with any type of influence of pull within the city, and thus her strange ability to know something was wrong and her ramblings about the heart of the tree simply went unnoticed. It was quite by chance Ligament was discovered at all. Having gotten into trouble for disobeying an order from her parents, Ligament rushed out of her home in an attempt to run away. She moved a great distance before she's sensing the distress and danger of something nearby. Curiosity consumed the young girl and she's investigating, finding the terribly wounded old king of the people. The king had been terribly hurt and in a comma, and there were so many trying to make a theory of what had happened. Ligament thinking nothing of it, pressed her hands to the old king's head and chest, and opened his soul fully up to her. Ligament saw his entire life pass in her mind like vivid imagines including the betrayal of the king's brother. Though the old king did not survive, neither did his brother, leaving the throne in the hands of his and Ligament in the eyes of everyone. Her ability was not the first to be seen, it was revealed to her that she was born with a gift the Even people believed was given to the "God's chosen" people. That Ligament was the voice of the gods and that their will was passed through her. Ligament didn't believe it at all at first, and swore she didn't hear any voices in her head. There was nothing talking to her, she had assured them, but they explained that the gods are never so clear or obvious with their words. People were given free will, they simply gave guidance. Ligament was formed and created to believe what the gods would, and the people would understand their will through her. Reluctantly she agreed to move to the temple where she was educated as much as anyone their religion and the previous decrees of other chosen throughout time. Lilameru was also made certain that he now that while the priests understood she was a normal living creature, to her people she needed to be more, they taught her how to hold herself and present herself. How to use her voice, and how to make the transition coming her way easier. All the while she expected to be told what she was supposed to say and never an answer came. Only ever to speak her heart and mind, because it was Ligament who was supposed to have the answers. It was made a reality when she was asked to speak to the people, and she simply stood frozen, with a deep blush unsure how to say anything. In the end she decided that what was most important was life, and she believed what made life good was happiness. Ligament began to preach compassion, always taking he defenses of anyone she felt was being judged unfairly. This often left her at odds with the royal family. When a group was trying to keep authority and someone who was considered powerful contested such they didn't appreciate it. Many arguments in the square between representatives, and some princes and princesses themselves had taken place, but Ligament never faulted. She couldn't, her people believed her to be something greater than she was, and she had decided and accepted her mission was to tend to the heart of her people. As fear, and hard times left them bitter and broken, it was Ligament's job to repair those broken hearts. It was a task if anyone asked her that she felt she was good at. Of course all of that came into question when humans were discovered. Could compassion truly be the way of her people still? Ligament believed so, but the voices of those that didn't believe grew louder and louder by the day. Family: Menu (Father): Lives near the coastLithliane(Mother: Lives near the coast Important Equipment: A sacred necklace (adorned by the prophet she treasures above all else. (Name: LimitlessNikkieCharacter Name: Average: 192 years old Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Magical Talent:1.) Avery has complete mastery over fire.2.) Life Sense : Avery has the ability to sense the life forces around her passively making it impossible for anyone to sneak up on her. With mild concentration she can read the emotions of the life force (sort of like aura reading) and with intense concentration she can manipulate life force taking or giving in a healing format, she can only do with pure intentions.3.) Elves have the ability to see in dim light as if it was bright, treating dusk and dawn as easily as if it was noon.4.) Elves are well versed with Runes, most can recognize common runes and use them.5.) Elves are resistant to mind-altering abilities6.) The Even body is made for agility not power, most full size races (think human size) would be able to overpower them in a test of strength Skills: Archery, swordsmanship, dance, mild acrobatics, running, hunting, tracking, meditation, Home Area: Woods around EnaseraAppearance:Avery on the surface is a pretty standard elf standing at five four and slight of built with delicate refined features that are stunning on her lovely face. It is the details that make her different. She has bright red hair paired with startlingly pale skin that never seems to tan no matter how much Sun she gets. She has amazing eyes of blue that never quite hide her emotions. Personality: Avery is practically the definition of capricious. One minute she can be fun-loving, outgoing and bubbly and the next forceful, angry, vengeful, distant. Like a wildfire one moment she seems contained and the next she can rage out of control. That being said she strives for calm, for peace and serenity. Spending much of her time out of sight she strives for that calm that is so often unreachable. Background: Avery was born in the city to a prominent family, but she didn't stay there long, once her talents bloomed there was no choice for her to retreat from the city. First it was how closely her talents with fire were tied to her emotions and her wildfire emotion and then as she started to developers her ability to sense life retreat became imperative it was impossible to stay in control feel so many presents around her all the time. For her entire adolescence Avery lived in retreat with only minimal contact with others, her parents and her mentor a man who taught her to strive for peace and calm. Control. It was anything but easy but with time she did learn, for the most part. Erickson was such a calm influence that it was impossible to live with him for seventy-five years without having some of it rub off on you. He was patent with her, endlessly so even when her hair trigger temper exploded, or she found herself crying over the life that had to be stolen for her dinner. But even after learning to control herself Avery had a hard time rejoining society. She didn't understand people's petty problems, the pointless arguments or the stubborn resistance to change. She grew up with nature as her teacher, nature that changed and adapted as the world demanded. With animal who knew the simple truth that you have to be the strongest the smartest to survive, and it was as simple as that. She couldn't understand why her own people couldn't do the same. She pulled away once more having no desire to involve herself in such petty arguments when there were other things she could dedicate herself to, exploring and expanding her gifts. But things did not remain peaceful even in her seclusion. Something new arrived upsetting Avery's calm and unsettling the world around her. She travelled for days only to discover the disturbance the same time the rest of the elves did. Humans. The elves seemed as divided as Avery herself felt. Only time would tell how things would unfold. Family: Mother - Elisa a cousin of the royal family, Father - Sterling former advisor to the royal family, and her mentor Erickson a priest. (Name: KargrisakaCharacter Name: King Fear NallvirRace: elf Age: (Age of Character)980Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: King of EnaseraRacial Talents:1.) Elves are untuned with nature and the elements of the world, all elves may choose to have control over one of these: Air for Faelar2.) Fear can turn into wind and move around as such. He has never tested how powerful he can be in wind form out of fear of hurting other Elves3.) Elves have the ability to see in dim light as if it was bright, treating dusk and dawn as easily as if it was noon.4.) Elves are well versed with Runes, most can recognize common runes and use them.5.) Elves are resistant to mind-altering abilities6.) The Even body is made for agility not power, most full size races (think human size) would be able to overpower them in a test of strength Home Area: Palace in EnaseraSkills: Commanding troops, ruling, Combat, Speech and debate and Appearance:He tends to have a look of disdain on his face. He is also slightly older than the picture above. Personality: Cold to this world he would rather see all its inhabitants burnt alive than see his people suffer further. He is kind to those who follow him and doesn't associate with those that do not. Save a very few individuals who must be converted to his side, other royals, Lilly, etc. Background: He has longed ruled the people of Eraser and has lasted to see the suffering of his kin. Infuriated by this he has decided to remove his people from this dimension, let everything burn for all he cares anymore. He was not always like this many years ago he was a shepherd to all life and many would have seen him as a benevolent ruler with a passion for undeveloped races. However, years of horrors dished out by barbaric races have turned him mad. While on the outside he seems collected he is constantly thinking of betrayers and has reached new levels of paranoid. He has decided that all those who do not agree with him are traitors and will constantly seek information he can use to punish those who defy his reign. His is calculating and doesn't become infuriated easily he would much rather plot against you than make himself look the fool to any extent he is a genius and to every extend his is just as mad. Whatever is to be said about the king he has served his people loyally and truly believes his actions are what his people need. He always puts the needs of the greater whole above the needs of an individual including himself at times. Many believe this inability to detach himself from the suffering of his people is what has led him to this point. Family: The royal family Important Equipment: As the king he takes what he wants (Name: KargrisakaCharacter Name: Belabor NallvirRace: Elf Age: 320 years Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Hetero-sexual Role: Prince of ENSAIA, one of the generals Racial Talents:1.) Elves are untuned with nature and the elements of the world, all elves may choose to have control over one of these: Earth2.) Elves have long-lived in the magical world, and like humans have 1 magical talent that is all their own. Belabor is prophetic meaning he can see into the future while at the moment this is not known he still receives premonitions about events by way or gut instinct3.) Elves have the ability to see in dim light as if it was bright, treating dusk and dawn as easily as if it was noon.4.) Elves are well versed with Runes, most can recognize common runes and use them.5.) Elves are resistant to mind-altering abilities6.) The Even body is made for agility not power, most full size races (think human size) would be able to overpower them in a test of strength Home Area: Palace in EnaseraSkills: Fighting, tracking, combat, archery, speech and debate, tactics, commanding, mounted combat, stealth, ruling. Appearance:there is something about his eyes... Personality: Calm and collected like his father he can dictate orders with a calculated approach. He can also be very passionate about a cause he feels is right in his gut and easily rallies those around him. He cares deeply about all life on this planet and sees the even race as the shepherds of others and disagrees with his father's view to let it burn. Background: He Is of noble birth. However, he is the youngest of the kings children. This means he is often forgotten when it comes to being a noble. Rather than learn the finer points of stationary he chose to lead. This was not his father's favorite choice as he wishes all his children are held to strict tradition. However, results speak and Belabor soon rose as a hero among the people. The king made him an official general and advisor of war to the king. This did two things it gave his father what he wanted as he could no longer charge into battle he had to be ready to command it also gave Belabor the ability to protect the innocent as much as possible as his father said to him on the day his title was gives “You are more than a solider my son, you are a Taller. Our people are strong Belabor give the command and have faith that they will bring you victory.” Belanor also is called at times to guard the king should he chose to leave the safety of his kingdom. Despite his presence on the field of battle the people have only become to respect him more and the soldiers rally at his call even harder. Once his father announced to his council his plans Belabor immediately felt it was a wrong decision and that we should stay with our home. With no evidence to back this up however it was written up as youthful ignorance, mainly because his father was already mad and set on his plans nothing anyone could say would change it. Since then Belabor has begun to worry about the fate of his people and up to before the humans arrived he was on the fence about his father's plans. Either way an elf like Belabor has pull over the populace and Fear needs to maintain his allegiance due to his standing with the people. Belanor has always been a servant of the people. Wanting to guide the elves in their quest to heal the world of chaos. He is concerned that the actions to take place here will kill all, not only the other races but also the elves, and this terrifies him the loss of life is a shame, but the loss of all life is unnecessary, and he is starting to believe that his father's quest is just the rantings of a crazy old man with a grudge in his heart. Most of the royal family sides with their king and Belabor is definitely outspoken of his concerns. Family: The royal family Important Equipment: As a prince and favorite among the people he is given anything he needs. (Name: Multicharacter Name: Jane Dosage: Looks maybe 18/19Sex: female though can look like a young male Sexual Orientation: (Hetero-sexual),Role finder, a procurer of items and a redistributor of wealth. Magical Talent: Jane can read body language and emotions not minds I might add, it just gives her a couple of edges, and please don’t play poker with her. Former Occupation: A hacker and thief in many guises, yes she has broken into many places that were apparently completely secure. Not even to steal, if anything part of it was for prestige. The same went with hacking. So that what she was, a coffee drinking hacker and crook, She has occasionally done freelance just to test systems. Skills: (computing though that is not useful), cracking codes, stealth, Disguise), street running, lip-reading. (swift kick and run style of combat)Appearance:A pretty pre-teen boy, a young girl, a young woman, depends on the situation. Personality: Jane is a bit of a chameleon and will be whoever you want her to be within reason. She follows leads and behaves appropriately. In reality the young one is a survivor. She likes coffee and is pissed that she can’t use her various computer activities. She either fits in or on occasion just ‘disappears.’ Background: Jane was a hacker, and she was a thief in many guises however most of all she was a survivor from the very beginning. She does not discuss her past it’s her business thank you Va much. Jane has always seen patterns everywhere. Whether it was hacking into her foster care file or working out the quickest route through the City or town. During her life Jane was passed from pillar to post and back again. Some homes were kind and some were not so much, sometimes people expected extra’s it really was on the throw of a coin to where one went, and as she got older and somewhat more belligerent and thus became harder to foster, by 13 she was living on the streets By 15 she was living in her own small apartment. By 16 she had built a rather great computer and by 17 that computer had grown some more. Jane made money on the side letting one of her PC’s bot characters to make gold, whilst she found more interesting challenges. Jane had been in on a few heists even before 17 they were in and out jobs no guns, and nothing that would harm anyone. However, things don't always go to plan, when one lives on the other side of the law. Yes things go somewhat sticky, with both the police and the naughty folks that were actually dangerous and had guns. Well packing up her bits and doings that would fit in a rucksack and her dog, Jane did a runner as any sensible coward and thief would. Of coarse she was chased but ended up for some reason in some weird WoW or other MMO world, Jane though it might be her purgatory as she was sure that bullets had been fired. Well even though she is somewhat reluctant, Jane is a rather great thief and puzzle solver, finding a niche was not difficult though it’s not likely she is trusted. Off on the other hand is she is not the sharpest tool in the box. Family: Foster/Care kid so none that she knows here. Important Equipment : A female Stafford Bull Terrier called Off, an I Phone, a tablet, and note pad, some cables and USB boobies a Swiss army knife, and a small tool kit. Dog treats and thin medical rubber gloves. A book of Suzuki puzzles almost finished. oh, the Times crossword finished. A Pen and some pins and needles. Boff with stooped face(( Name: Edward Shane Character Name: ZeralynAge: 25Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Role: Clothes maker, hunter-gatherer, scout. (once brought into the fold of the community)Racial Features:Strengths Enhanced speed, reflexes, and strength. Retractable fangs, venomous in nature. Perfect at stealth. Can create and use spider silk in large quantities. Ability to climb and cling to just about any surface. Can see in darkness without a light source. WeaknessesCaffeine intolerance. Inability to swim. Both her silk and herself have vulnerability to fire. Can be unintentionally intimidating to those unused to Arachne or those who have arachnophobia. Skills: Silk manipulation (weaving, making webs, etc.), hunting and/or trapping prey, knowledge of the land, close combat skills, playing a hand harp, crafting Appearance:From the crotch up, Early looks to be a quite attractive young woman. Her hair is a dark red color that falls just past her shoulders, and her eyes are almost a cross between hazel and green. She is somewhat curvy, but is much stronger than she appears. Below the vagina, however, human flesh becomes fused with the body of a very large spider. In this instance, the primary body is black in coloration, though there are tufts of hair here and there that match the color of the hair upon her head. Referential Image(As intimidating as she might appear due to her spider attributes, Early is quite friendly. She would much rather converse with the intelligent beings that wander into her webs or that she runs into while traveling, as opposed to treating them like prey. She enjoys entertaining any such guests, as rare as they might be, holding pleasant conversations and gladly playing her harp for them as long as they are willing to stay. (usually, not long at all, though she has been known to 'catch and release' guests) Her offer of sharing food with those who DO stay is usually refused, due to her diet consisting primarily of raw meat. She has an unusual tendency to desire socialization for an Arachne, and will seek out someone to spend time with or some way to entertain herself if she gets bored. Background: Early was born into a fairly standard family of Arachne, hatching out of a clutch of three eggs. She grew up learning the skills she needed to know in order to survive and thrive, such as web weaving, hunting, learning which animals are prey and which to avoid, and what sorts of things would be safe to eat should meat be unavailable for some reason. She was unusual, however, as she seemed to want to interact with her family more than her siblings did, or even that her parents had. Solitude was not something she had really ever been fond of...rare, for an unmated or child Arachne, but not unheard of. On her sixteenth birthday, the time had come for the children to go their separate ways and begin their own lives, fending for themselves. This was difficult for Early, though she wasn't given much choice in the matter. She began wandering, attempting to find a suitable place to permanently nest. She has yet to find a suitable location, though she did run across the corpse of an unfortunate soul who wandered too deeply into the woods. Furthermore, she found a frame for a hand harp on them, though its strings were broken. After some experimentation, she found that she could use her webbing to replace these strings, and had found a new way to pass the time. Through trial and error, over the span of a few years, she learned to play the instrument quite well. In her wanderings, she would occasionally accidentally capture the odd intelligent being in her webs. These beings she usually didn't release until getting to converse with them some, and similar was the situation when she sought out company. She still wanders around, either under the cover of the dark night sky or else within the natural darkness of deeper locations, like forests and caves. Family: Both of her parents are still alive. She has 3 brothers and 5 sisters, as well as numerous uncles, aunts, and cousins. No recent contact with any family. Important Equipment: Hand harp that she had found on the corpse of someone who met an unfortunate end in her search for a location to nest. Rune of comprehend languages.

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Hacked (Bad Luck in Cyber Space.)

IC: I gave a yawn as I walked out the front door of my work. "A little more money a little more fun." Travel took one or two seconds to go from location to location, just long enough to transfer one's data from location to location. A strange buzz of electricity ran threw me, something I wasn't really familiar with as a sensation for travel. It seemed to go from head slowly down my body all the way to feet. Then my home flickered in front of me for a moment, and then I was in a dark room. Did the game glitch? Where the hell am I? Text in green letters appeared before me. This wasn't something very strange, the text was something only I could see and all the functions of my character are controlled with menus using the same text. 'Hello, young lady?' "Who are you?" 'A person with some bad news.' "What?" 'You've been hacked into?' "Come again?" 'I've hacked into the game, I now have control over you.'"Yeah, right" I quickly thought Command exit game, so I can leave before this idiot tries anything. 'Hey no fair trying to escape! Especially sense you can't, I removed that and the travel command from your abilities. Your now pretty much my own toy.'" What the hell are you doing?" 'I'm just inviting you into a party one room away' I don't see any room. 'But first I need to try a few things. Don't worry I got more practice doing this then you think.' "Doing what?" I felt another quick sensation that slid down my entire body head to toe once more. Then I felt another couple sensations similar but more focused to different parts of my body, in particular my torso, my hair, and my face. "What the hell are you doing?"' I am changing your code that's all?' "What the hell do you mean?" 'I'm altering your saved files, right now just the ones made from scanning your body. No worries I've done it a couple of times.' "I don't know you, your doing something to my body, I'm trapped here, and you have the nerve to tell me not to worry." 'Your being rather loud don't make me shut off your voice for a while.' "Look, I'm not going to be threatened! And I damn well will not be yo..." 'Ah silence. Much easier to work now.' I then felt something slide up my leg, I couldn't see what it was. Then my breasts made a sudden shift, as if released and then pulled tightly back. What the hell is he doing to me.' Okay now you can speak again?' "Why are you doing this?" 'Oh relax it is just harmless fun and the less you resist, the more fun you'll have it is a party after all now go threw the Dr.' "What the hell is Dr..." 'Sorry typo I meant door' "What door?" With that a door appeared before me. 'Just relax, and I'll be talking to you occasionally, just let go of your self.' "I don't think that will be easy." I open the door and enter the house. The room has a set of stairs going to a second story, with numerous side rooms. This particular room was rather spacious given only a dozen or so other people in it. Some were fairly calm others were clearly tense. The furniture here were numerous chairs, a couple of tables a piano, and a full length mirror on one side. I walked up to the mirror to look at myself, the first thing I noticed is that I wasn't me. My eyes were now blue, my skin was a flawless white, as light as one could get without make up, save for a slight rose color in my cheeks. My breasts seemed to be larger about a C cup, I was now sorter about five foot or so. My lips were rather red and glossy not to mention fuller, as if I had rather expensive lipstick applied to them. My waist seemed smaller. My hair was blonder, and came down to just above my rear end. My clothing was different as well, I no longer was wearing the blue jeans I normally did instead I had a smooth black mini skirt that came to just bellow were my butt-ends. My t-shirt was gone as well replaced by a pink tube top, that showed not only ample cleavage but a good portion of my smooth belly as well. Then there was my feet, they were bare for some reason. Okay the mechanics of this thread are going to be slightly different but first the premise of this thread. Escape in Paradise, an online game based around succeeding in life, by getting the most money and all sorts of cool toys you can't afford in real life, has become available in stores for about a week now. The game is completely real, once you're in all your senses are consumed with only the game and all other ones are blocked out. (Your body pretty much is a vegetable while playing as a side effect.) A large group of beta testers have spent some time studding the game mechanics, however and have found a way to bypass the security of the game and make a few changes to the way things work. With this knowledge they have decided to have some fun at other peoples expense. They each plan to go out and find one person, hack their code so they can't leave EIP, and then make them go to one of the beta houses and play with them from there.-------------------------------------------Okay here are how the mechanics work, each player will have someone playing the game. On top of that they can have hacker. And there is a player option as well. Hacking basics: You can alter appearances of the trapped players at will, anything from general looks to gender, to virginity. Hacking advance: If you elect to be a more skilled hacker you can alter some more things, such as there sex drive, what feels good to the player, and so forth. Keep in mind, the player is a person and while you can make them feel submissive the player still can act out, because they still have their own mind. Still with enough pushing they may eventually fall. Hacking Impossible: You can't Erase some ones mind, take complete control of there body away from them, or anything else that completely removes the player. Also, no mind control, you have enough power as is. Hacking Objects: This is another area a more skilled hacker can control. You have been given the ability to hack the rooms and objects with in.---------------------------------------------------------Option: there are a number of "Herders" in the EIP as well. These are hackers that have elected to forgo a lot of hacking power to get the full sensory experience in the game. They have computer watches on in game that let them talk to friends they have hacking the game and do very limited hacks by themselves. They can only do basic hacking and only to themselves, anything else, and they must send a message to someone else and have them do it.---------------------------------------------------Please note this down on your character description, you can be open and allow any person in the thread with a hacker to hack your character. Or you can be closed. Only allowing people you give permission to hack your character. Okay here is my character:Name: Cindy Umbriel Status: Player (open, throw what you will at me!) Gender: female age: 20 Eyes: Brown Hair: blond Build: fit but a bit under weight. Bio: She has been playing the game for about two days now, and has a small home with a few nice toys for her to play with. Name: James Casio Status: Hacker Gender: Male Eyes: Brown hair: Blond Build: A bit out of shape but not over or under weight, just a lack of muscle mass. Bio: Working from his home computer he is talking to one of his friends who was in the group that decided to do this. He is in on it but only has contact to the group because of one friend. Edited to add: Chart info was before being hacked and is now slightly different. Porch Lynn Jackson Gets A Color Change Name: Porch-Lynn Jackson Status: Player Gender: female age: 25 Eyes: greenware: blondest: 5'10Wt: 125 lbs Build: very athletic, thin, low body fat (small breasted)Bio: Porch-Lynn was introduced to the game at a party. As a joke, her friends left her hooked up and took off. She's been in the game for 24 hours but has no idea how long. She comes from a rich white southern family. Porch-Lynn is used to a life of luxury and privilege.---------------------------------------Porch-Lynn accepted the challenged from the other young ladies around her to strap on the strange wires and to "test out" the latest and greatest in technology. Her young friends were eager to attach all the wires and to have Porch-Lynn lay down as they turned on the power and watched as she drifted into the game. They watched her for several minutes, but they couldn't see the fascinating world that unfolded before Porch-Lynn. They forgot to hook in a speaker so they couldn't hear Porch-Lynn reacting to the stimuli before her. Furthermore, they would never ever hear her calling for help." We'll get her later" laughed one of the other southern belles as the ladies marched back downstairs to find their boyfriends. They were a snobby west-side bunch who enjoyed the best that life had to offer. Porsha-Lynn was amazed as she drifted through the game. Everything is so darn real she thought as she walked into a crowded shopping mall. In her mind she knew it wasn't real, but she let go and began to walk into the stores, to check out the clothes and to try as many things on as she could before her friends turned the game off. Porsha-Lynn hurried into one of the leading fashion stores and demanded service of the salesgirl. The woman was obviously tired and overworked, but Porch-Lynn bullied her anyway. After being obnoxious and loud, Porch walked into the change room with several beautiful designer outfits." Hey you... I saw that.... I'll teach you a little lesson about manners.... You think it's so cool being a southern belle.... A real cool rich white bitch.... Well... Let's see honey" a voice laughed from overheard. Porsha-Lynn couldn't see anyone but the voice had a metallic ting to it. Porch began to change, but the dress size suddenly seemed all wrong ...... As Porch looked in the mirror, she almost fainted, as a beautiful Hispanic woman looked back at her. Porch was stunned. This woman has brownish skin, deep soft brown eyes, long black hair. She was shorter at about 5'6, promotional a little heavier (less athletic but much more shapely and famine)." What?" Porch mumbled - but the voice was so different and the English sounded a little broken - like someone who had learned English as a second language." Oh My God!" Porch mumbled as the clothes in her hands and on her simply started to erase. Looking down she was shocked to see that her shaved pubic bush, now sported a massive black patch of pubic hair. Before her very eyes, a tiny pink thing materialized and a matching cotton bra, then a short tight jean skirt wrapped her, followed by a simple pink t-shirt that coverage her huge breasts. In her hand a tiny slinky white dress appeared...... A banging on the door of the change room brought Porch back to her senses." Hurry-up in there....." a bitchy voice yelled out." There's a line-up" another voice called out. Porsha-Lynn opened the door....... Cindy Umbriel IC: I wiggled my toes confirming there barefoot nature. Okay so lets sum up to this point, I didn't get to my fake home from my fake job, and now have a really fake body to go with the set, and I am here with a bunch of people at a fake party. This is what I get for trying to live a fake perfect life. I walked over to a group, I looked at them, there were another two girls and one guy. The girls had builds much more exaggerated than mine and the guy, was more or less normal looking. I then let my eyes wonder across the room looking at the others. The group was mostly female. Which led me to guess the hackers were mostly male nerds with nothing to do on week ends. Even if they need girlfriends this isn't a good solution. I crossed my arms in front of me, and lowered my head a bit nervous.' Hey now that is defensive body language. I told you to relax, I'm not going to let anything happen to you, but maybe you should look around.'" Let me go." I spoke very softly in a timid voice. Online I found bravado very easy to muster, when there is no danger anyone can be brave, but now I had a complete lack of control.' I will let you go, just not now. You see, most likely we only have on shot at this. The game will either be reprogrammed for security, or people will stop playing once word gets out. So we really only get to do this once. Now if I let you go before every one else is ready, then word gets out to soon, and we get shut down. So even if I wanted to let you out I can't just yet.'" Fine." I was clearly mad despite my soft-spoken words. I guess I would have to escape on my own but how? Furthermore, I just need to keep cool and out smart him.' Any ways, take a look around. You might as well be the first to do something. And this is a very nice house, we spent a day designing it for this, of coarse it is subject to change.' I decided I'd comply and moved my way upstairs. To look at those rooms first, those hopefully less crowded rooms. Porch-Lynn opened the door and there before her were a line-up of white women gawking at her and trying to rush her. Their voices seemed loud, and suddenly she didn't feel so comfortable. Taking a step outside the change room resulted in spinning lights, as she moved outside the change room, she stepped not into the store but into the living room of a house." What?" Porch-Lynn mumbled with a Latina accent. She turned around and was shocked to see that the door behind her had disappeared. As if the door was never ever there. The living room was richly decorated, with fine white leather furniture, beautiful oak hardwood floors, fine decorator drapes, several paintings, sculptures, and carvings, and expensive lamps." This is more like it... But where am I?" Porch-Lynn whispered to herself. She had never seen this place before and knew she was still in the game. A metallic voice thundered... "to teach you some humility"."Oh," Porch-Lynn moaned as she felt her clothing disappearing as if someone had simply erased it. Then to her surprise, she was re-dressed, but this time outfitted in a cute little maid's outfits, complete with a little name tag that read "Selena"." What the hell.... Why a maid's outfit? Why so small and tight?" Porch-Lynn whispered hoping that the metallic voice would respond. But there was no response. A Picture of the hacked Porch-LynnPorsha-Lynn's new Latina look after hackers re-programmed her look. Cindy Umbriel IC: Hmm, what is that noise. I turned and looked downstairs. A Latina girl in a tight almost the cliché French maid outfit was there. Oh, my they even hacked into the maid file? I'm surprised they can do that. Perhaps I'll take a look. I walked down the stairs my bare toes bending down around the edges of them as I picked up speed. I always wanted to hire a maid for my place, but then the money issue kept me from doing it. Furthermore, I walked right up to the young girl who seemed a bit surprised by my sudden movement toward her. Her movements seemed almost human despite her being an AI program one of the few in the game. "Hello Selena." I looked right into her brown eyes, and then circled her giving her a look over. "Oh man even the AI bots look real in this place." Porch-Lynn was at lost what to do in the house. The living room was awesome, but this sure wasn't her idea of a fun fantasy computer Virtual Reality game. She didn't what to do or say. The metallic voice seemed to have disappeared, and now she was dressed in this tacky little maid's outfit in a strange body - very different from her own. Then Porch-Lynn heard a movement behind her, and she quickly turned to be greeted by a well proportioned blonde young lady. Shit! Now what do I do... Must be a computer generated character... Do I talk to it? Maybe it can get me out of the gamePorsha-Lynn decided. The woman greeted her with: "Hello Selena""Ah hello" Porch-Lynn replied trying to figure whether it was worth her time to speak to a computer character. The woman then circled Porch-Lynn and added:"Oh man even the AI bots look real in this place."" What do you mean..... I look real... I am real... Sort of... I mean... I'm not who I seem.... This doesn't make any sense....." Porch-Lynn started to speak with a Latina accent. Her words seemed mixed up, and she looked frustrated." I don't suppose you're programmed to tell me the emergency exit from the program?" Porch-Lynn asked. Porch-Lynn didn't know if the computer woman was going to order her about or help her out. She had done a lousy job of explaining the mess she had gotten herself into."Oh, how did I get into this mess?" Porch-Lynn spoke aloud as she turned to see if there is some computer exit that might let her escape from the game. She had heard of secret doors or devices that act as an emergency escape - but for the life of her she hadn't read the directions with her unit. As Porch-Lynn turned she caught her reflection in the mirror and was stunned at the detail in her maid's outfit. The tie in the front was very sexy and squished her large breasts together adding extra lift and dimension. The black stocking were sexy." Now why would the metallic voice send me here... and to a woman?" Porch-Lynn spoke aloud forgetting the presence of the other woman for the moment. Cindy Umbriel: Sorry I'll try to reply sooner tomorrow. Also, I'm thinking multiple characters may be a good thing at this point, that or Cindy should find herself suddenly male.IC: 'What do you mean..... I look real... I am real... Sort of... I mean... I'm not who I seem.... This doesn't make any sense.....' Holy crap. I took a step back. This isn't a maid. You got to be kidding me, someone took her and put her here in that outfit, name tag and all? Man, if someone is that demented I may be in for some serious mental stress.' I don't suppose you're programmed to tell me the emergency exit from the program?' I began to speak and then stopped, I wasn't sure if she noticed me or not. The trouble is they would have removed the exit by now, just in case she is a family player. Clearly though she is a newbie to this game, or is it a game anymore.'Oh, how did I get into this mess?' I was going to answer, but then I saw her notice a mirror and stare at herself, in a kinda shocked state. I looked over to the mirror and saw the blonde girl I now was and decided it was best not to stare at myself. Furthermore, I'd rather keep my delusions of being my normal self.' Now why would the metallic voice send me here... and to a woman?' "So far the population here, is mostly female. The hackers are herding us in here, that way they can keep watch on us. They are really paranoid about us escaping, and ruining this little fun session of theirs. They disabled my escape command and my travel command so we are pretty much stuck here."' Hey now, that is a rather bad topic for discussion.' The hacker was texting me again. 'Put this out of your mind and have fun.'" Will you leave...." My voice was suddenly gone he had muted me once more.' Please act like I am not there, if you have something to say to me use the in game text feature. Marked by * for example *text**Fine now can I have my voice back.*'Not just yet. You're a little bit to mad.'*damn right I am mad now give me my voice back*'No, you just need to relax.'*Please give it back.*'You have control issues don't you. Okay so your not in control who really is? Just sit back and have fun.' I looked at the girl, who could at least speak despite her outfit. Well I guess I won't be charting with her anymore. I looked around the room a bit more. Well perhaps I should go back to looking around. Then again is that safe? I can't even scream for help if some on tries to do something. I looked at the girl once more. Why don't I bring her with me? That way I am a bit safer. Yeah, that seems like a good idea. I'll just bring her along with me.' It dawns on me, I don't know your name.'*I am Cindy and you are?*'You can call me Bob, or lord and master, either one is fine.' hey what do you know the idiot actually gave his name! As soon as I am out I am so turning him in. 'But that isn't too important, what I want to say, is this why don't you just pretend you're an actor playing as someone else? That might make things easier. And since you can't talk it gives you a good chance to get into character. Which is going by your looks seems to be the dumb blonde bimbo. Give it a try.'*You got to be kidding me. A dumb blonde.*'Well you might as well after all Dumb was once another word for mute.' Fuck him I'm going to go back to looking around. I waved the girl who had now started to do other things toward me. It took me a bit to get her attention since THS asshole has made me quiet. I then walked to the front of the stairs, turned around and waved her towards me again. Once she was close I reached back to take her hand so she would walk with me, and began my way up the steps. I then quickly fell onto the stairs having missed stepped.' Sorry about that, I was going to warn you but look like I am a bit late. To aid in your acting, I've changed your balancing and coordination programs. That way you act more in your klutz like character.'*You damn asshole! Why are you doing this to me?*'I am just trying to get to relax, give it some time, and I am sure you'll have fun.'*Well can I at least get shoes!*"Holy shit, I didn't even notice you were barefoot. Here let me see if I can fix that.' Once again I was astonished by the foolishness of my capture. Porch-Lynn knew the other woman was a computer generated character. There seemed to be a lag between the woman's ability to think and speak. Must be a computer lag.... A new game... A lot of newbies testing it out like mePorsha-Lynn assumed. Porsha-Lynn's many questions to herself went unanswered. Until computer generated lady spoke up confidently:"So far the population here, is mostly female. The hackers are herding us in here, that way they can keep watch on us. They are really paranoid about us escaping, and ruining this little fun session of theirs. They disabled my escape command and my travel command so we are pretty much stuck here." The woman started to speak but Porch-Lynn watched as no words came out of the woman's mouth. She seemed to be watching Porch-Lynn intently as if she was trying to say something." This is just too confusing!" Porch-Lynn blurted out in frustration. The computer generated character moved away as if she was suddenly looking around the room and checking out the fine art. Come on its fake.... A real person wouldn't..... Porsha-Lynn started to think to herself until suddenly the other woman started to wave at her, as if, she wanted Porch-Lynn to come closer." Okay... I'll play the game...." Porch-Lynn spoke in a soft Latina accent. It didn't sound at all like her real voice. It was higher and had a more musical tone to it. As Porch-Lynn came close, the woman gently grabbed her hand. Her initial reaction was to pull away - but she fought the urge since there was just the two of them in the house. The woman started to lead her up the stairs." What? Careful...?" Porch-Lynn whispered as the computer generated character stumbled on the stairs. The woman turned around momentarily and had a real dumb blonde look on her face." Careful Blondie!" Porch-Lynn mumbled as she talked down to the computer generated woman. Porsha-Lynn stepped in front of the computer generated blonde lady. At the top of the winding stairs there a long hall with half a dozen doors. The hallway was immaculate with fine borders and a shiny oak hardwood floor." Okay... why up here.... six mystery doors.... Which one honey?" Porch-Lynn spoke up as wondered where these doors might lead to." I know... you can't tell me.... right" Porch-Lynn spoke aloud in her Latina accented English. Porsha-Lynn took a half dozen steps and opened the first door on the right. As she stepped into the room, it came alive with a half dozen men sitting around a poker table with a high stakes came in play. In the background were two men watching the game carefully. They were armed and looked like bodyguards. They were sitting at a bar, drinking, and having a smoke. The men at the table were shouting and had probably been drinking for hours. They were smoking cigars and the room stank. The men were dressed in expensive Italian suits. They sounded rough and loud as they spoke." Come on tuts.... get your ass over here with our drinks! Come on Selena... where have you been?" one of the men called out. To Porch-Lynn, she almost dropped a tray of drinks that miraculously appeared in her hand. The metallic voice boomed in her head:'Play along Porch-Lynn... Those men could hurt you.... It wouldn't be nice ... You'd feel every bump, bruise, or gunshot' the metallic voice told her. Porsha-Lynn hustled over to the table with the drinks and spoke in her accented English:"I'm so sorry ... Here you go..." Porch-Lynn mumbled as she passed out the drinks. No sooner than she had passed out the drinks than she felt a big hand slap her rear end." Ouch!" Porch-Lynn blurted out in shock and outrage." Nice ass!" the man laughed, and then the other joined in too. Cindy Umbriel IC: My feet Finlay had shoes albeit ones that weren't my normal style. Heeled sandals aren't comfortable for me, but it was better than being barefoot. The young lady helped me up, and we made are way to the top of the stairs into a clean hallway. There were a number of rooms and the girl asked which way. I looked at her, considered speaking realized I couldn't and then shrugged in that order. She had by this time picked a door and opened it. I stepped in right after her and saw a poker game was going on, there were what looked like to big bodyguards, armed with guns, and the rest looked like mafia members. Well at least they aren't dogs.' Come on tuts.... get your ass over here with our drinks! Come on Selena... where have you been?' I was surprised to see Selena holding a tray of drinks, the guy responsible for this was good. Definitely not like the work of my idiotic hacker. Selena then walked over after a bit of hesitation and handed out what was clearly unneeded alcohol. One man then slapped her ass. Well that is what she gets for wearing such a short skirt. Wait a second, I'm a skirt that short. Okay it's time to get out of here. I grabbed Selena's arm turned around and took a step forward in one lighting quick motion, that now could have for seen. But with that step forward I hit the wall and fell down to the ground. My face was clearly in pain.*Okay Cindy, that is the coordination thing again. See it helps you get into character, but don't worry the pain isn't' real.*One of the bodyguards quickly shut the door and locked it. 'We can't have you to ladies leaving you know.'*Why are you doing this to us?* I pleaded with the one person I could.*I am not doing it to you. Another person is, looks like he put a lot of work into it so just go along, it could be fun.*One Italian man stood up, and I sat up keeping my skirt low to the ground for safety. 'Any one object to throwing the blond one in to the pot?' Holy shit! Porch-Lynn was caught off guard as the computer generated alone lady grabbed her turning her away from the men at the poker table. The woman took a quick step towards where the door used to be, and she stepped confidently forward, as if, they could simply walk out of the room." Bang!" Porsha-Lynn almost giggled as the attractive blonde woman walked face-first into the solid wall. It looked like it hurt as the woman stumbled backwards as she regained her balance."Ouch," Porch-Lynn whispered. The men laughed." Hey Blondie... you ain't leaving our little party" one of the rough gamblers shouted out. Another of the Italian-American men, stood up, pointing at the blonde woman and laughingly told his pals:"Any one object to throwing the blond one in to the pot?" Porsha-Lynn was suddenly quiet as she took a few steps away from the nameless computer blonde woman. This is getting too real for me.... I want outPorsha-Lynn thought secretly. One of the guards moved behind her and Porch-Lynn didn't hear him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back to the table." Maybe we make them... play a little strip poker...... that ought be fun......" one of the men laughed as he pulled Porch-Lynn onto his knee." I ... I ... No, please" Rosalynn spoke in her Latina accented English." Don't be shy honey, the man laughed as he rubbed his rough hands across her upper torso, effectively feeling up her big breasts. Porsha-Lynn turned towards the blonde woman trying to figure out what was going on..... Cindy Umbriel: Strip poker, Okay now this is going to be fun. Ic: Strip poker oh hell no. It's one thing playing with a cute guy it's another thing playing with another girl. I stood up and ran for the door, I then tired to turn the handle, but it was locked, and my brain didn't seem to think about unlocking it. One man grabbed my hands dragged me over to the table and sat me down on his lap. I considered struggling and then realized I was out numbered, couldn't speak, and they were armed. Oh, fuck fighting back, just let things happen now. The Latina girl, Selena, was not siting across from me, on the lap of another man. A third gangster took the cards, and shuffled them. Once he was done he said "The game is Five card draws." Well at least it's one I think I know how to play. He then dealt out the cards. I looked at my hand which had a pair of twos, a five, the ace of spades and the queen of hearts. Well looks like I will be stripping soon. I pushed all but the twos forward and got three new cards. Including the queen of diamonds, if only I held onto the other queen. Cindy Umbriel: Up to you to go on with the poker or not, but feel free to say who wins a hand in your post if you do go on with it.IC: I was going to be taking off my shirt unless this girl only had ace high or something even lower. Great I was hoping to win a couple of matches, if she was naked then I was a great deal safer but here am about ready to lose the first round. Selena laid down her hand of two pair, and I had lost. You know maybe 21 would be a better game, but then again, if It would be bad if we got a black jack. You know one of the guards would here BJ, and immediately think bad thoughts. Getting naked is tolerably, but I am not giving anyone a blow job. I started to undo the top bottom on my shirt when I remembered I was wearing a tube top now, and I was fairly certain I didn't have a bra holding back all that cleavage. Then the man who had me on his lap held my tight across the chest with one hand reached in between my legs and pulled down on my underwear. My face lit up with shock at this bold and vulgar move of his. I began to struggle, but he was more than strong enough to keep sliding them off. I then felt something move slightly and poke me in the but causing me to jump, but he held me tight. Furthermore, I could feel the asshole boner moving around under me, on my bare bottom. I was now a little to worried to struggle because as is the guy was horny, I didn't want to risk him getting to the point he wanted to fuck me. My panties came off without much more trouble because I didn't struggle. He threw them onto the table in the center of it. I was surprised to see what I had been wearing now. I wasn't aware of it when I had looked in the mirror earlier, but the under where I HAD on where cotton, bikini bottoms, that were seen threw black lace. This isn't my original body. That makes me wonder if that pervert changed something else. I know he can, after all my hair is now much longer, so I really don't know what my hair is like down there anymore do I? I was going to find out though, it's my body, so I should know. Furthermore, I began to slide my hand ever so slightly over the black mini skirt I had on. Fortunately the skirt was very, very short, so I didn't have to pull it up much to find out I had been changed. The bastard, had shaved my entire vagina, or rather deleted all the hair I suppose, making it much smoother than it ever could be in reality.' So Blondie, how much do I owe you for the lap dance?' I jumped a bit started and sadly that threw up my skirt just enough that he could see the edge of my slit. 'Hey guys looks like she was about ready to finger herself. No need to stop on my account.' Porch-Lynn knew the basic to playing poker but had never imagined a high stakes games with her clothes on the line and a bunch of criminal types men eyeing her up and down. Their eyes were hard like steel, and she knew they lived life moment by moment as if each day could be their last. Porsha-Lynn has a nervous smile with a pair of three and a pair of eights She knew she could lose, but her hopes were high. In the little outfit she was wearing she didn't know how many turns she could afford to lose or what happened to the loser when she lost her clothes."Oh, sorry" Porch-Lynn whispered in accented English as she watched one of the men gleefully dipping his hands under the blonde woman's skirts and sliding down her sexy underwear. They were lacy black thong panties and ever so sheer that the man who pulled them off grunted with delight as he took a quick sniff as he dropped them unceremoniously on the poker table. I beat the computer generated character.... She doesn't seem so bright.... Probably programmed her to be extra stupid..... Porsha-Lynn tried to build up her own confidence. She was surprised when the blonde woman seemed to resist for a few seconds but then gave in real soon. Porch-Lynn thought the woman genuinely looked outraged and upset as the man took some liberties with her. Porsha-Lynn looked dismayed as her fine breeding and education took over as the southern belle she really was underneath the Selena reprogramming as the man holding the blonde woman laughed aloud as he announced:"So Blondie, how much do I owe you for the lap dance?" With big eyes Porch-Lynn watched a really slutty display as the blonde woman jumped up, and deliberately tossed up her short black mini skirt so that the men could have a good look at her shaved pussy and pretty slit. He added the additional twist:"Hey guys looks like she was about ready to finger herself. No need to stop on my account." The blonde woman actually blushed as if it were true. Porsha-Lynn was at a lost for words and sensed the game was falling apart. She motioned to get up but the man holding her pulled her down just as quickly as he announced:"We're looking forward to seeing your pretty pie too babe". A shudder went through Porch-Lynn and real goosebumps formed across her arms and legs. The effects also helped to trigger major nipple hard on. Shit!thought Porch-Lynn those pigs are going to notice and misinterpret." Should I deal the next hand?" suggested Porch-Lynn eager to break where the conversation and the men's thought path. She dealt five cards to each and this time knew she was up the creek with only a two of spades, a six of hearts, a nine of clubs, a 10 of diamonds and a jack of hearts. Cindy Umbriel IC: I felt stared at, it didn't matter if this was really my body or not they were all looking at me and I couldn't help but to blush and divert my eyes. I hadn't been doing that, but I was powerless to stop them. I simply had to gone and make sure I didn't lose two more times. Furthermore, I had my tube top and my skirt left, and while I much rather not be topless, my skirt should be a last resort. Wait a second I can use my shoes now, as long as they don't pull off those silly things last, well I suppose I'll just have to be very quick about taking them off. Even the girl playing against me seemed to be turned on by my lack of clothing, I could clearly see her nipples threw the skimpy little outfit. Which didn't seem to be a good thing, if I lose much more even she might want to rape me. The girl asked to deal, and the gangsters let her, one moved over to just behind her, to make sure she wasn't cheating while shuffling the deck, or so he claimed. While she shuffled his eyes never once moved from her possum, he was looking strait down her dress, watching her breasts move as she breathed. Her large barely contained chest do move up and down as she took deep breaths I suppose because she was nervous. Even I found the sight of her breathing attractive, which was very new to me. The cards were felt, and I picked them all up one by one, first the queen of spades, then an ace, fallowed by a jack, then the ten of spades, then the king of spades. Hmm, high hand but nothing matches, and that is a problem. Wait all my cards are spades that is a flush, if I remember correctly that is hard to beat. Hey wait a second, I start to rearrange my cards, and then I quickly revised I had a strait, a strait flush, no wait a royal flush. I had this won. Confident I closed my hand to the width of one card and laid it face down on the table. My hand gently holding down my salvation from more nudity. Doesn't matter what she draws at the very worse we draw and play another hand." What you're folding!" I turned around to see the shocked look on the face of the guy behind me. I am not folding, why would I fold? Furthermore, I opened my mouth to say I wasn't but nothing came out. "Oh wait, I see how it is." I let out a sigh of relief that I didn't have to explain myself. The man then grabbed the bottom of my tube top and pulled it up in one strong move. It got stuck just under my arms. I could feel my boobs fall with gravity and give a slight bounce as the pink top became scrunched around my shoulders. I grabbed my head trying to jerk it into relishing this wasn't happening. But I quickly learned that was a mistake as the top came totally off. I reached down to cover my breasts as best I could. "If you want to undress for us, you really don't have to play the game."" Well what did she have that made her fold?" A man reached over and showed my cards to the crowd. "A royal flush!" I pound the table in disgust and then quickly stood up and turned around I sled the face of the man that had been so rude to me thus far." Well Mike it looks to me like you acted a bit fast. I don't think she wanted to fold." I nodded with him. "Still I can't see her getting dressed now." I looked over at him a bit surprised well you mean I am going to have to play with one less peace of clothing while she has all of hers, that isn't fair! "So her is what we are going to do. Selena takes off one of you pieces of clothing, and we will do the next hand." I waited to see what she was going to take off, but then I noticed most of the guys were starting at my breasts. I quickly covered them up again, and they turned back to her waiting for her to act, but every so often looking back at me. All this attention was string strange emotions in me, and I began to want to act out and do something anything to be more noticed. But I had self-respect and on some level I knew I didn't want more attention. Still I felt my nipples poking into my hands, and the breeze between my legs was getting colder. I was clearly turned on and that worried me. Porch held in her breath, as she realized she was about to lose this round. It was a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, she had the urge to puke. There was a knot in her stomach. Grubby fingers seemed to press against her warm body in anticipation to the showdown between the two woman. Okay... if I lose... How much clothing do I have? Shit... I'm in this computer generated outfit..... It's one a black once piece outfit.... But the apron... It comes off.... that's two.... the black stockings.... I wonder if they count..... and these spiked black high heels.... Do they count....? Shit... I bet they don't.... I'm in trouble..... Porsha-Lynn realized. She could feel the men staring at her boobs. The room was getting warmer and warmer. The anticipation was thick like a fog in L.A. on a hot summer's day. There was a dark feeling descending upon her. Porsha-Lynn started to panic as the blonde bimbo seemed to grin in victory. Either she's got a great hand and wants to win... Or she has a loud hand and wants to strip... I can't read the bimbo..... Porsha-Lynn mentally decided. Porsha-Lynn was shocked when the blonde bimbo announced she was folding. She's had nothing to lose by playing it out..... What is she doing? Porsha-Lynn was bewildered. The man holding her spoke in surprise:"What your folding! Oh wait, I see how it is." The bimbo didn't say a word. He had just finished speaking as his big hands literally tore the tight pink tube top off her breasts."Oh, my!" Porch-Lynn mumbled as the bimbo's big breasts bounced free to the delight of the men."Oh, come on" Porch-Lynn mumbled as the bimbo feigned modesty by trying to cover her breasts up. You were begging for it by folding. But at least I win another round decided Porch-Lynn. The man holding the blonde bimbo was excited and very turned on as he declared in his horny voice:"If you want to undress for us, you really don't have to play the game." The bimbo didn't reply at all which gave Porch-Lynn the feeling that the card players by get distracted enough by the big titled blonde and leave her alone." Maybe you boys would like more drinks?" suggested Porch-Lynn and words came in out a sexy Latina voice. Another man at the table seemed curious about the blonde bimbo's hand, and he spoke up:"Well what did she have that made her fold?" Another player, with a full mustache and beard, reached over and showed the bimbo's cards to all as he announced with astonishment:"A royal flush!"" Wow... You really did want to lose" Porch-Lynn couldn't keep her big mouth shut. The bimbo suddenly pounded on the table and slapped the face of the man who was holding her down on his crotch. Porsha-Lynn was very confused. She's got to be a cock tease..... I wouldn't be slapping these boys... I bet they slap back.... Porsha-Lynn rationalized to herself as she felt grubby fingers running across the lines and curves of her body. One of the men spoke up:"Well Mike it looks to me like you acted a bit fast. I don't think she wanted to fold." The bimbo didn't speak but nodded. The man continued as if he was trying to settle some crisis:"Still I can't see her getting dressed now." Porsha-Lynn couldn't see all the exchange of glances between the man now acting as referee and the bimbo. But she knew the blonde was pleading about the fairness of the whole thing. But as the man grinned and looked at her, she knew she was about to get suckered as he announced:"So her is what we are going to do. Selena takes off one of you pieces of clothing, and we will do the next hand."" What? That's not fair!" Porch-Lynn protested. The look on the man's face told Porch-Lynn that he wasn't up to being challenged by the hired help." Shoes okay?" asked Porch-Lynn nervously." No tuts" replied one of the men." How about the black stockings?"" No babe... They don't count" replied the man holding her and Porch sensed her was getting ready to tear off her maid uniform. Very quickly she pulled out the cute white apron." Here... this counts.... like a belt...." Porch-Lynn announced as she dropped it onto the table. The men just nodded." I bet you ain't got much else left" the man holding her laughed. Porsha-Lynn waited nervously as the man holding her decided to deal the next hand." Okay let's get the next hand going""Do you boys want drinks?" Porch-Lynn announced and this time the man holding her released her, and she stood up."Yeah, babe..... bring us another round......then back up on my stick" he chuckled. Porsha-Lynn hustled away to the bar, and saw a door at the back and hurried toward it hoping that it was a portal out of danger. She grabbed the handle...." Shit!" Porch-Lynn mumbled as the door was locked." More under the bar" a man called out from the table as he overheard her and figured she was having problems finding another bottle." Thanks" Porch-Lynn replied as she looked under the counter and poured another round....... As she carried the tray of drinks backs to the table, she realized the cards had been dealt, and she had a sneaking feeling that the boys had been cheating in her absence. But cheating in whose favor? Porsha-Lynn pondered. OCC - Casting Callie need some new players as the original thread started can't continue due to RAW commitments. Are there any taker out there? It's a fun thread with a cool idea. We could use people trapped in the game and those that are the hackers who change the scenarios, work the villains, and re-arrange the players (except for their free will and brains). SmilesNaughty Cindy Rick camp; Mike:Rick is the player, this time they alternate, and Mike is the Herder. Both are basic computer nerds and look the part in real life. Rick:21Blonde short hair Blue eyes Clean shaved5'9" tall140 out of shape pounds. In the Game Rick is a classic Nordic Viking type (think Dolph Lundgren the actor) with a very boosted sex drive for very rapid recovery and the ability to produce a continual source of cum. He's spotted the hot looking Hispanic and the clumsy blonde and has used his watch to get arrange for Mike to move him from place to place in the appropriate garb as the two hotties move from place to place so he can keep up without following them around. Mike:24Black hair to his shoulders Dark eyes Olive skin being of Italian ancestoryBeard and moustache5'10" tall160 out of shape pounds It's Mike's turn to monitor and make needed changes corrections for Rick. Right now Rick is sitting at the end of the poker table eyeing both of "the broads" and waiting for the next hand to be played out.(IOC: If Cat had to leave hope she gets to come back very soon. Missed this story and it's a great premise. *BS) OCC Welcome PP to the game. I hope we get a few more players.ICPorsha-Lynn saw the blonde bimbo smiling and knew that she was in big trouble. The little maid's outfit that she was wearing was only one piece. Her big boobs were tightly pushed up and together making the effect all the more obvious to the men at the poker table." Here you boys are" Porch-Lynn spoke softly and to her continued amazement her fine English came out as Latina accented. I can't believe someone reprogrammed my body. I'm not a Latina. Furthermore, I'm taller. Furthermore, I'm more athletic. Furthermore, I don't have big breasts like this. This is crazy. There must be some secret exit door... If I could just find itPorsha-Lynn thought to herself." Back up here bitch!" laughed the man whose lap she had been forced on earlier. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled on top of his rock hard cock." Now look at your cards honey" he grinned as if he already knew the outcome. Porsha-Lynn slowly started to turn the cards.... King of Hearts, 10 of Spades, eight of Diamonds, three of clubs, and two of Hearts. Rick:"Wow, the dame's gotta 'fungal'. Who'd a believed it," Rick says in a Brooklyn accent. The other men in the room began to laugh and look in amazement at her cards. When she looked from face to face with a very puzzled expression they all shook there heads as they looked from her to the cards on the table.Finally, she turned to Rick, and he said, "House know a 'Mongol' like in 'BA Mongol'. A go fuck yourself hand 'cause it ain't wort' shit," and he laughs as he says, "Take it off toots. Now. Right foo kin' now." And under the table he slides a .45 semi-auto pistol from his belt in case there's any crap from 'the boys' about what he'll say to her next. Porch-Lynn wasn't sure what the man was saying as (Rick) spoke:"Wow, the dame's gotta 'fungal'. Who'd a believed it?"" What's fungal?" Porch-Lynn asked nervously as she suddenly had hope of beating the blonde bimbo and saving her clothes for another round. The other woman's breasts were bobbing around in a slutty cock-tease manner." Okay I'm keeping my cards!" Porch-Lynn spoke up. The bimbo took three cards and then rolled over 1 by 1 to produce a pair of twos. She felt uneasiness as the other men at the table, and the guards at the bar, begin to laugh." What's so funny? You said I got fungal. That's good right?" Porch-Lynn asked in her Latina accented English. I can't believe they altered my voice too. I can't even speak English like a southern lady anymorePorsha-Lynn told herself. It was the man, who had started the commotion who finally explained things to her:"House know a 'Mongol' like in 'BA Mongol'. A go fuck yourself hand 'cause it ain't wort' shit!" The men all burst out laughing as the joke was on Porch-Lynn. The same man had an ear-to-ear grin as he told Porch-Lynn:"Take it off toots. Now. Right foo kin' now."" But that's not fair!" Porch-Lynn started to say, but the dirty looks from the men cut her short. One of the men chided her "God damn it bitch... You're a fucking Latina maid... What's the big deal about you showing us your pussy and getting gang-banged. Everybody knows you chips are hot and love cock!" Porsha-Lynn turned beet red. Then slowly, she untied the ties and slid down the black satin maid's outfit. To the men's delight her big breasts were bobbing up and down. Her pretty pink nipples were growing under their very eyes and her nudity and their glares were turning her on. Several men gawked and then whistled as they caught a full glacé of the black forest she had for a pubic bush." Holy fuck a man could get lost in there!" one of the guards shouted out and all the men, and the blonde bimbo, exploded in laughter at Porch-Lynn's expense. IOC: New Characters. Name: Steve Weeks Status: Player (open, throw what you will at me!) Gender: mileage: 34 Eyes: Hazel Hair: Brown Build: fit but has a bit of a gut. Bio: Former NHL Hockey goalie. Played this game on a dare, doesn't have much use for the new technology. Doesn't understand computers, doesn't want to. Randy (like it sounds) Traverse Status: Hacker Gender: mileage: 25 Eyes: blackhead: black Build: thin, out of shape, has very long finger nails Bio: His finger nails don't affect his hacking ability. Into "Bella More" and the alternative lifestyle. MIT grad. Steve Weeks Steve appears at the table as a blade, skinny surfer type. He is stunned by the women and the 'Guido' looking fellows there." Ummm please excuse me I'm late. The tides won't wait you know. He gets up and heads for the door. He looks at the topless blonde girl as he passes, "Aren't you cold?" He tries the door, and it's not locked; however, the knob just turns easily in his hand. One of the big guys takes him by the elbow, squeezing a little and leads him back to the table. He shakes his finger at him, "No leaving with the cards, who knows what you'll come back with." Steve notices the 5 cards in his hand for the first time. He is holding 5 Aces, all Spades. I'm going to get killed here, I better fold quick. Randy Traverse Randy doesn't like most of the other hackers. He thinks they are all dweebs. He laughs and suddenly Selena became a Transvestite, complete with an 8" dick. That'll show them who the boss is, me! Rick:"Wot the took?" A chick wit a dick? I'll be Bothell," he says shocked and staring at the big erect cock sticking out of where her pussy was moments before.' She was to fine before the new guy showed up, so he must have had something to do with it or one of his hackers buddies did. Maybe the new guy likes a cock in his ass,'Rick thinks to himself.' Well let's let 'the boys' give it to him and from the chick his buddy's just screwed over. "Hey house guys. The new guy was trying to skip out wit his hand a card. Take a look. See what the guys is holdin'." The goon behind the blonde guy grabs the cards out of his hand and spread them on the table-top and growls, "Did guy's got Aces. He's got 5 Aces and all spades. No frickin' wonder he wanted ta git out of hear before he got caught." Rick's character growls as he frowns, "The somatic was tiring ta cheat us, ta screw us. "Well Scrooge him. "Get him up. Departs the cheater. Let's have the chick wit the dick give his ass a royal fuckin' as a lesson about wot happens ta anyone that tries ta screw us. "Let her give us a really good show as she fucks the guys ass royally." Rick:"Wot the took?" A chick wit a dick? I'll be Bothell," he says shocked and staring at the big erect cock sticking out of where her pussy was moments before.' She was to fine before the new guy showed up, so he must have had something to do with it or one of his hackers buddies did. Maybe the new guy likes a cock in his ass,'Rick thinks to himself.' Well let's let 'the boys' give it to him and from the chick his buddy's just screwed over. "Hey house guys. The new guy was trying to skip out wit his hand a card. Take a look. See what the guys is holdin'." The goon behind the blonde guy grabs the cards out of his hand and spread them on the table-top and growls, "Did guy's got Aces. He's got 5 Aces and all spades. No frickin' wonder he wanted ta git out of hear before he got caught." Rick's character growls as he frowns, "The somatic was tiring ta cheat us, ta screw us. "Well Scrooge him. "Get him up. Departs the cheater. Let's have the chick wit the dick give his ass a royal fuckin' as a lesson about wot happens ta anyone that tries ta screw us. "Let her give us a really good show as she fucks the guys ass and gives it a good reamin' out." Porch-Lynn was stunned, and then shocked. She had gone from having her beautiful hair pussy exposed to having a big long penis jutting out between her legs. It was rock hard and huge." What the hell?! I think that guy changed me!" Porch-Lynn muttered. At first, she thought it was a mirage, but the reached out and touched it. It seemed so damn real .... Then Porch-Lynn feinted..... Rick:"Put dab itch on the table and one o'loose hold that cock up." Somma house udder guys grab the cheat and git his pants off den put him on the chick wit a dick's prick and move him up 'n down on it 'til she wakes up again 'n kin do it fer herself." Getting her on her back on the table wasn't a problem, but it took a few moments of discussion to decide who'd hold up the dick. Meanwhile, back alongside the table, the blonde guy is pulled to his feet and two more guys pull down his pants and yank 'em off. He's lifted onto the table, and struggling is moved over the chick's dick and slowly pushed down closer and closer to where it will be impaling his ass." 'At's it boys. Make the cheating' sommabitch ride that chick's dick," Rick's character says, and it's picked up by the other hoods." Make 'I'm ride the chick's dick," is now being chanted as the all watch. Porch-Lynn recovered her senses minutes later. She was showed at the pleasure she felt as she felt firm flesh surrounding her new big hard dick. The new penis was confusing. It seemed to have a mind of its own as the men forced the stranger's ass up and down as her dick impaled him deeper and deeper." Oh my God... Oh, my!" Porch-Lynn blurted out as she felt a surge in her new dick and then an explosion of wet liquid into the strange man's rear end...." I think. I think I cummed" mumbled Porch-Lynn in shock and surprise." I don't want a dick....." mumbled Porch-Lynn." Where did he appear from...? He came from thin air... Is he a player or a hacker?" Porch-Lynn blurted out. Rick:He watched and chanted with the others, but wasn't going to give away that he was a real person in the game. In between chants, while all were fixated with what was going on in the middle of the table, he brought his hand up as if wiping his mouth and said into his watch, "When she cums in his ass get rid of her dick and give her back a pussy, a hairless one Mike." Then he goes back to chanting as he watches the guy getting his ass screwed until the chick arches her/his, whatever, back and obviously unloads his Jim into the guy's ass as she grunts, groans and says,""Oh my God... Oh, my!" When she's finished and mumbles out,"I think. I think I cummed"and"I don't want a dick....." Rick says under his voice to his watch as he wipes his mouth again, "Change her now Mike," then coughs to cover it up. When she asks, "Where did he appear from... He came from thin air... Is he a player or a hacker?" Rick knows for sure that she and the guy just ass fucked are also players, but keeps his identity to himself. A few moments after he'd told Mike to change her the dick vanished again and is replaced by a hairless pussy oozing juice onto the table-top. "Hey, wot's goin' on here. That dame's got a pussy again and a hairless one too. "Slide the twist down this way so's I can eat some juicy hairless taco boys." The blonde guy is lifted off and the Latina hottie's pushed down to where Rick can reach her ankles. He pulls until her ass is on the edge of the table. He grabs her knees and pushes her smooth, shapely olive skinned legs wide apart and dives right in sticking his tongue into her wet cunt mouth and sucking as he licks inside of her. "Wait a second..." Porch-Lynn started to protest as she looked down and now had a bald pussy. The men didn't seem to as they loaded her onto the table-top. A hot tongue suddenly invaded her pussy." I have a pussy" Porch-Lynn whispered in delight and then the pleasure overwhelmed her:Oh... oh my....oh... please no... oh yes...." Porch-Lynn moans out softly as the big tongue starts to pleasure her wet hot pussy." My pussy... oh yes... you shouldn't... yes... oh God!" Porch-Lynn ranted in delight. She felt her body burning under the man's touch and couldn't resist toying with her nipples as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Rick:He licked, sucked, slurred her cunt then moved up to her clit as two fingers started to fuck her as he bit and licked, sucked on her clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. He grinned to himself as he listened to her and moved as she moved to keep his lips locked around her clit and his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. His other hand opened his zipper freeing the cock he's given himself that's sure to fill her to capacity with big veins to add to the feelings when he fucks her with it, in both places 'cause he plans on some pussy and her ass too. Steve Weeks What the fuck was going on? The door wouldn't open for me, my cards all turned into Aces of Spades and this beautiful Latina with the big boobs had suddenly grown a dick! A BIG dick! The gang of guineas yelled unintelligibly and grabbed Steve. They carried him over to the table. Oh NO, I know what those assholes are going to do! And they did, he was shoved down on the bimbo's (she talked like one) hard dick. He howled in pain as the dick plunged into his virgin ass and bottomed out. OUCH, it's big, bigger than mine. I'll never fuck another woman in the ass without lube again. The guineas pushed and pulled Steve up and down, until... she girl with the dick says, "Oh my God... Oh, my!" and shot her cum into his battered asshole. She then said, "I think. I think I cummed." Steve groaned at her simpleness and fell of her dick to the floor as the guineas all let him go. When will this end? How will this end? Will it end? Then Steve felt some strange changes happening to his body, changes he didn't want to think about. Randy Traverse Randy laughed as he saw what happened to the beach boy, Steve. There is one or hacker at work here. Let's see what they make of this. His hands flew over the keyboard, his nails making a furious tapping sound. So, the Latina woman didn't like her dick. What will she do when she loses her wonderfully large breasts and Steve's grow. Porsha-Lynn looked down in horror as her beautiful breasts shrunk to man's breasts. Steve realized that his male tits were growing, growing large and fast too. His nipples also grew and jutted out of his tank-top. His dick remain, for which he was grateful, but his ass was still sore and probably bleeding. Porch-Lynn felt helpless as she squirmed as the big man licked, sucked, and slurped at her hot wet pussy. She felt a shudder in her body as the man's big rough grubby fingers started to finger and prod her clit. Then she felt his face moving and seconds later, his tongue was now teasing her clit, while two fingers worked her slowly swelling pussy lips." Oh..... oh ... please...oh...." Porch-Lynn grunted in her Latina accented English. The southern belle underneath was struggling between escaping and letting the man finish the job he had started. It was very confusing. The sound of a zipper opening was like a bucket of ice-cold water being dumped on her head."Oh, no.... Oh, no... really... please...." Porch-Lynn started to dollar out as she felt a big prick being rubbed against her leg as the man jerked it free of his pants." No... no.... this is way too fast for me.... I don't even know you" Porch-Lynn blurted out as she now started to try to push the big man away. Porsha-Lynn looked down in horror as her beautiful breasts shrunk to tiny tits. Suddenly, she could the man's huge many cock that she was thumbing about as he readied himself for a plunge into her pussy." Thank heavens they are gone!" Porch-Lynn muttered as the big boobs started to shrink and shrink, and then they were gone - AA cup. That was a relief to Porch-Lynn to be rid of the uselessly huge boobs. Though her breasts were now smaller than their original size, she wasn't about to complain...." Oh... Oh, my boobs..." she muttered hoping to distract the man and his big long enough so that she could make a run for the door and escape this virtual room. Rick:He says loud enough for Mike to hear over the watch, "I think you need D's and big very sensitive nipples' toots," and he drives his hard dick deepened into her wet pussy to its base so he can grind against her clit and cervix. And laughs as he watches her boobs grow again and her nipples grow and swell to twice what they'd been before. Then his lips close around one so he can suck and chew on it. Steve Weeks've always wondered what boobs would feel like. They are awesome, but I wouldn't want to have to carry them around all day. I wonder if they'll let me leave now? Steve slowly got to his feet, trying to keep his very noticeable chest away from people's line of sight. One of the guineas grabbed his arm and spun him around, "Hey buddy, their loose ...", then he saw Steve's big tits, "souse my fer grabbing house Ma'am, hey wot the for. The cheats train ta scale, and he got sum knockers now." Steve was pulled back to the table and his shirt was ripped off. A chorus of 'oohs' and 'AHS' was heard from the guineas. Randy Traverse think this poor guy has been on the taking side long enough. He needs to be able to give some hurt back. Hehe. Randy typed, then thought, then typed some more. He sent the info with a delay code to be triggered by the next time Steve spoke. Once Steve did speak, amazing things would happen. First he would grow horns out of his forehead, his eyes would glow red and a scaled tail would grow from above his sore asshole. His entire body would become muscled. His cock would grow 4 inches longer and an inch wider in circumference. His skin temperature would increase to 130 degrees, his clothes would burn off and he would be bulletproof. Things were about to get interesting. Name: Marshall VenderhallStatus: Player and Hacker and a Virgin (A nerd virgin which is no surprise)Gender: Mileage: 17 Eyes: Greenware: Brown Build: A bit on the slender side, no muscles to speak of. Bio: A computer geek that knows how to hack into just about any computer. He wasn't picked for this game rather he hacked into it and fooled the operators into thinking he was one of the people chosen for the beta testing. He's a very naughty person who has expert skills in hacking. That's not an advantage in this game when every time he gets around a girl he gets all "weird". Marshall Marshall was robbed into the strange world of gaming, which is weird for any entrance. "I'm in baby! YAHOO! I did it!", Marsh exclaimed as he was robbed directly into the game and standing right next to Randy, the strange shape-shifter. "Whoa! How did you master that skill already?", Marshall asked as he pushed his glasses up on his face. "I bet you didn't know that everyone is better at something than everyone else in this world... I can do the same thing, although, you look scary I have to admit," Marshall said as he looked up to the much taller man. "What brings you here sir?", he asked the man. Which is to say, it's not tough to tell that Marshall was just a kid because he always seemed to be humble, no matter who he was talking to. "I'm Marshall, everyone calls me Marsh, I...uh...am a beta tester...how about you?", he asked Randy. Porch-Lynn was shocked as the big boobs reappeared as quickly as they disappeared - but this time the nipples were much bigger, harder and ever so more sensitive. As she felt them being toyed with she started to shake in anticipation of her approaching organism.¨ A big was being stuffed into her wet pussy against her will but much to her delight and satisfaction. Then her eyes deceived her as things started to get way too crazy - the newcomer had boobs - but then he transformed into some kind of demon with horns. This is crazy Porch-Lynn decided. As she continued to watch another player robed in and within seconds he was chatting with the other demon, and then he turned into one as well. To her surprise, the room started to spin. As it spun, she could feel the furniture disappearing as the room became hotter and hotter. The room was known 110 F and humid. It looked like a dungeon with all kinds of cages, racks, and torture devices. What..... Where are we now... Porch-Lynn thought. Rick:He missed the morphing and the new guy popping in and talking to the cheat, now demon (Steve not Rick Airlock *s) as he was busy fucking the Latina broad's cunt for all he was worth. He used his ability to add a bit to the thickness of his cock and some to its length so he was stretching her wider and deeper as he fucked her. So his cock head rubbed her g-spot, and it stretched her cervix each time they were reached as he stroked her. The reason he didn't note the changes is that he was also busy feasting on her big and more sensitive nipples one at a time. As he sucked, bit, nibbled and licked/flicked one his thumb and forefinger on his hand on the one he was squeezing and kneading were pinching, rolling, twisting and tugging on the other one. And his newly enlarged prick kept hammering into her sopping wet and hot pussy all the while. Steve Weeks Steve looked down at his new form. He looked like a randy, sexual devil. The couple of the guineas pulled their pistols and shot him. It didn't hurt! The Bullets just lodged in his chest and then slowly melted. Hey, this was going to be all right. I'd like to see those guys mess with me now. The only thing missing is a couple of female devils. The leather easy chair next to Steve suddenly changed into a granite throne. Steve sat down and waited for the girls to arrive. Randy Traverse I knew they'd try to shoot him! This is getting good, I'm actually anticipating what the program will do. Now I think Steve needs a couple of concubines. Randy's hands danced on the keyboard. As soon as somebody said anything, the two guineas that shot at him were going to undergo a transformation. They would morph into identical twins. And not just any old twins, they would change into female devils. Not only would they be hot, but they would look hot too. Randy laughed out loud. This game was fun, how much longer would they get to play? Porch-Lynn was at a lost to the transformation in the game. Her eyes were wide open, and she could hear moans escaping her throat as one of the men was taking full liberties with her honey hole. She was hot, wet and very bothered by the man as he drove a big cock back and forth in her delicious Latina pussy. Her body was on fire from his rough use of her body and his teasing of her big nipples. Porsha-Lynn could the man playing with her big breasts as he amused himself. She wanted to tell him to stop but couldn't and wouldn't. As he pounded his big rod into her pussy, she suddenly screamed a loud, for the big cock, suddenly seemed to grow inside of her. It seemed thicker and longer and stretched her even more." Oooooooooooooooooo- Louis - oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ------------ It's so big!" Porch-Lynn mumbled between groans. As Porch-Lynn turned her head to look behind her, she was terrified as she saw the presence of demons and devils. There was a pair of sexy (yet terrifying) twin female devils female. They looked angry at the demon, and Porch-Lynn tried to duck her head as a fireball swarmed over her head at the demon. No love lost between demons and devilsPorsha-Lynn thought to herself. After the first fireball was launched, both twins resumed a hectic pace of throwing them at the men and demons in the room." Get in the cages - or die!" one of the female devil twins yelled out in glee. Rick:When the fireworks, or more accurately fireballs, erupted shooting around the room that broke into the intense concentration Rick was devoting to getting his pleasure from the pussy he was pounding and tits and nipples he was feasting on. A quick glance and he said to himself, "Wot the took?" and scooped her into his arms and slid them both off the table-top and under the ebony table so he could continue what he was doing out of sight... and everyone one knows out of sight, out of mind, right? He made his cock sprout gnarly veins and little knobs to hit each of her inside pleasure spots every time he shoved into her and pulled back so he can do it allll over again as he pinches and rolls one big nipples while sucking. Licking, biting the other and scraping it with his teeth. Steve weeks Steve couldn't believe it when the two guineas changed into sexy looking female demons. Apparently, their personality hadn't changed. They started throwing fireballs at everyone. Steve instinctively grabbed one that was thrown at him and threw it back. It didn't hurt him, it just felt a little warm. Well, Steve thought, either these were not concubines or they had been concubines for a terrible master. Randy Traverse Randy thought, if at first you don't succeed, try again. Randy's fingers went tap-tap-tap on his keyboard. The female devils suddenly stopped throwing fireballs. Instead, they strode up to Steve and started licking and kissing him. He also had the sprinkler system go off. The cool water instantly turned into steam as it landed on the demon and devils, turning the room into an instant sauna. Porch-Lynn wanted to puke as she saw the barrage of fireballs stops mid-flight. It was amazing that the men didn't get hurt. From under the table, she peered out, it seemed the giant cock inside of her pussy was wedged so deep and stretched her so much, she felt as if it was permanently embedded in her. All she could do was moan and grunt in delight as the nasty thug continued his relentless pumping into her wet hot pussy. Porsha-Lynn had to scream out in terror, as she watched a headless horseman, riding through the through on a black charger with some sort of weird battleaxe. The horse and phantom rider rode hard and quickly through the steaming sex dungeon. She almost puked as newcomer's head was lopped right off before her eyes and a spray of blood splattered the room." There's got to be a door out of here... This is crazy...." Porch-Lynn muttered to the thug." We have to run for it!" Rick:"Luggage! Luggage!" he grunts as he pulls out only to drive back into her pussy again." Noooot there yet. Soon but not til I've flooded ya wit my cum tootsie." Squeeze me, milk it out of me. Make me cum if ya wanna git outta here. Work me like a bitch in heat so's I cum in ya. Then we can get outta here," and he returns to feasting on her ultra sensitive and big nipples. Porch-Lynn could hear the thug enjoying himself as he grunted like a pig:"Luggage! Luggage!" All Porch-Lynn could do was moan out as she felt the big dick pulling out before slamming in harder and deeper. The thug was direct and clear:"Newest there yet. Soon but not til I've flooded ya wit my cum cootie." Then hurry... just hurry... before we get hurt..." Porch-Lynn mumbled out. Porsha-Lynn didn't know if the thug heard her or not for he seemed focused only on his big throbbing dick as he told her:"Squeeze me, milk it out of me. Make me cum if ya wanna git outta here. Work me like a bitch in heat so's I cum in ya. Then we can get outta here!" Porsha-Lynn didn't need any more motivation as she started to slam herself onto his big pole faster and faster as she panted and moaned aloud. She could feel his big hands on her breasts. Those big grubby fingers toying and squeezing her big ultra sensitive nipples. Suddenly Porch-Lynn started to shake as she squeezed hard on his big dick trying to force him into his own climax to match hers. Porsha-Lynn was screaming out as her body delighted in orgasmic pleasure. At the end of her scream she looked up and to her shock the headless horseman kicked at the decapitated head, and it was launched across the dungeon like room before splattering on a wall. Steve weeks when did that Horsemen come from? I hope it doesn't get the way, I got these she-devils right where want them. One of the twins found her way to his engorged cock and started to deep throat him. It felt marvelous! Somehow, her throat was vibrating. [/i]Steve crooked his finger at the other she-devil. She slunk over and Steve played with her impossibly large and pointed tits. She growled, showing her appreciation. Randy Traverse Where did that Horsemen come from? I will make quick work of that, he thought, as his fingers flew over the keys. Goodbye, Mr. Horsemen. Everything else seems to be OK, I'll just let the game play out a little bit. Porch-Lynn knew that the hackers were having a field day manipulating the computer generated images, but she was no longer sure who was real and who wasn't. In her mind, she assumed all the characters besides herself were a mere computer generated images. She figured her real body was safe in her room while the party in her house raged on and on. She had no idea how helpless her real body was, though attached to a bunch of wires on her bed. Several of the gawkers had come in to see the strange expressions on Porch-Lynn's face and to see her touch herself unconsciously. Even some of the men who came in were tempted to slip pretty perky Porch-Lynn a little dick while her mind was locked in the game. As Porch-Lynn looked up she was shocked as the headless horsemen literally disappeared mid-gallop as was descending upon a second male figure. Looking around the room, she sensed this was a very evil place. On the floor there were strange patterns and symbols carved into the floor. She watched as two evil looking sexy she-devils ascended upon the dick of one of the men. It told her all she needed to know that that character was probably a hacker. There wasn't a chance in hell that any woman - would otherwise be working his (Randy's) penis. Porsha-Lynn waited for the hot load from the thug. As soon as he was finished she was going to make a break for the door and into a new portal of the game..... Cindy Umbriel: You know I came back on Sunday looked up this thread and somehow missed it was still alive. Oh, well I leave Sunday, so I won't be here long. But in the meantime I'm going to make the most of it.IC: The Spanish maid player had just gotten up for drinks. I was worried about the next hand which was already being felt. 'Hey what is that?' I looked at a wall in the shadow I could almost swear something was crawling on it, now that the big goon pointed it out. 'Go get up and look Blondie.' I being unable to speak in protest and also not wanting to be on his lap went over to check. In the shadows I found more shadows and nothing more. I then retuned to the table where the hands had already been felt and Selena was returning. I can't believe all she took off was her apron, that so isn't fair. I was quickly pulled back down on the big goons lap and found myself mouthing a moan. Furthermore, I glanced down and found the men pants and under wear where pulled down. He had pulled me down on his penis and shoved it right up my bare pussy. Amazingly the skirt was too long for anyone to tell he was in me. He began thrusting his hips slowly and carefully and the girl looked at her hand displeased. I tried to keep my concentration and looked at my cards, my hand was shit so the best I could do was bluff and act like it was a strong hand. I smiled at her. Furthermore, I moved my hand in one arm close to my chest to keep it out of site and the other arm was used to cover my breasts. She smiled back at me and didn't take any cards. Holy shit she has a good hand that means I'll be losing my skirt and this guy is already fucking what will happen when the others see that! I need cards three of them! I drew my cards and drew a single lousy pair I set them down in defeat. Then the girl reviled a hand of nothing and was quickly striped exposing a large set of breasts and a fully haired pussy. A newcomer should up with a hand of cards and made his way for the door between that and the backed Hispanic, well she had shoes and stalking on, but naked just the same, I found the big goon stick a hand around my mouth and drag me over and throw me down below a table next to the one most where at. Free of his grip I flipped myself over onto my hands and knees and began to crawl away but he grabbed my foot and held it tight. Traping me bent over under the table. He moved right in next to me and shoved his dick into me. He didn't go for the hole he was using, no he shoved it into my ass and began to hammer away. All I could do was been down to make it less painful, cover my head, and hope he comes soon enough. In any case I will be walking funny tomorrow.... A while latter... I lost track of how long he was at it. Still in the real world he would have cummed days ago but somehow he is still pumping even after all this time. When will it end. With a final thrust he left his dick firm in my ass and I could feel his cum flow into my body even if it was a simulation. Damn it I am no longer an anal virgin and the worse part is I lost mine to a game! The room became hot and the walls spun and shifted, and I found the man forcefully ripped out of me. Then I spun into the air embraced by the firm walls. I found myself pined to a rack, A demon moved for the thrown and sat down. I looked to the side and there was that big goon impaled on a spire. Furthermore, I took the time and effort to spit at him. Then two female demons appeared and began to toss fireballs around the place. They suddenly stopped and moved over to the demon and began to work him to orgasm. Then a headless horseman ran in hacking the head off the dead body near me coating me with his blood as it splashed me. In all honesty I didn't care. I could feel blood driving down my ass, and with a quick glance at the goons naked torso I could see his dick was coated in my blood. The headless horseman came towards me to hack my head off next. Then he suddenly disappeared. The Hispanic maid popped out from under a sacrifice alter with a man and ran for the door. The maid looked largely different like her breasts were larger, I suppose the outfit was confining. I could see semen dripping from her bald pussy, wait wasn't she brown. I tried to yell save me but all that came out was silence. 'Holy shit what happened here!' I listened to the hackers voice in my mind. *What do you think happened you've been having fun!* I replied via text? 'Don't look at me, you were playing pocket when I went to the restroom. Here let me see if I can help you out.' My chains suddenly broke, and I ran to the other two. Considering I am only wearing a skirt it is hot in here! My ass suddenly stopped hurting. 'There I fixed the damage caused to you. And I've unlocked the door make a break for it.' I tried to yell fallow me but once again only silence cured. I reached the door quickly and tried to turn the handle and open it. Furthermore, I missed the handle and stepped forward into the wall hurting my face and falling back. Damn it why did he redo my coordination programs so low!IOC: I would like to escape the craziness, and get back to a more stable place. But now it's someone else's move. Rick:Her cooperation with his 'commands' where all it took for Rick to blow his wad into her obviously very talented pussy. However, unlike in the real and mundane world, here with the enhancements he'd given himself that took on a whole new meaning as his balls and still stroking cock pumped over a quart of addictive cum into her orgasming cunt. Now the game character or player's avatar, whichever she was, would be addicted to cum and need a good dose of it as long as she stayed in the game and at least every 15–30 minutes or sexual frustration would drive her into wilder and wilder French until she got what her cyber body now couldn't live without... cum and lots of it. He was panting and gasping as she writhed and humped his cock as the last long stream of cum gushed into her cunt and more was forced out by its arrival, out to run down her ass to join the pool already under her. He looked up to see what was happening in time to see the blonde bimbo his fuck bunny had been playing cards with heading for the door. Exerting willpower he didn't know he had Rick jerked his cock out unleashing a torrent of cum and grabbed the Latin babe's hands and dragged her from under the table and up to her feet with him. He then hustled out the door pushing her ahead of him and both of them only two steps behind the blonde. Out in the hallway he moved between them and shouted lets see if we can hide in here and jerked open a door and shoved them in, darted in behind them and slammed the door before looking around. Looking around and finding themselves in the middle of what looked like a Roman orgy in full swing. Men were fucking women, women were riding men and each other as were the men and some were fucking a woman as a man fucked him in the ass at the same time. People were eating, drinking and carrying on with wild abandon and not a single inhibition seemed to be present. A naked blonde ran past laughing and calling out to the equally naked man chasing her, "Catch me, and you can fuck my ass." A short distance away a woman tits were being lashed by one man as she sucked his cock and another man was busily fucking her moving from her pussy to her ass and back again as he spanked her clit at the same time." Well," Rick said as his arms went around the two he'd entered with, and his hands filled with a tit of each, "at least no demons or headless horsemen in here." I wonder how many are characters and how many are hackers or just players." Cindy Umbriel IC: I rubbed my sore head. And to think a couple of days ago I thought this game was fun. The man who was with the pocket player grabbed my hand and lifted me to my feet. He turned the handle and pushed me and Selena threw the door, and quickly fallowed. Once we were thrown he shut the door to keep out the demons. I looked around and saw the sights of a roman villa, a very turned on and lustful roman villa. The man seemed to lose himself in the people while I myself took in a different kind of scenery. The villa was on a small hill and pretty much the only island in an endless sea. The floor was white marble as was most of the building. The balconies seemed quite nice, and there was a set of stairs that led down to what should be beached but instead was green grass going strict into the water. The food seemed very ample, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was something in the wine. I suppose the people wish to indulge in both gluttony and lust.*Hey Cindy, you'll never guess what change I just made.* I looked strait ahead while typing my reply to my kidnapper. *What sort of change is it?* *Oh come now I can't tell you, if I do, you won't have as much fun.*Just then the man put his arm around me and then pulled me and Selena closer. His embrace seemed warm and I suppose he is just being friendly but then again he did make us strip for his own pleasure. His fingers slid around my front and touched my nipple. I let out a soft moan. I quickly turned to him and slapped his face. How dare he do that! Wait a second, I moaned. That is a sound! I can talk again. I shouted as load as I could, I can talk again. But only silence was herd. *Okay Bob! What is going on?* *Ah you figured out my two new changes?* *Two changes?* *Yes, fist Cindy I managed to adjust your sexual sensitivity, so if you have someone fuck your ass again it won't be as bad.* Won't be as bad? What dose he think I want to be turned on when someone makes my ass bleed? *Okay Bob what was the second change* *I've altered your programming in such a way as to allow you sounds while sexual stimulated.* Great, so I get rapped not only will I enjoy it but the guy now gets to here me moan. Gee, what would I ever do if Bob wasn't on my side, the little prick.*So Bob, would you be kind enough to tell me how to get out of this orgy?* *Well you came through one door, just leave threw the other door.* *Well where is that?* *Tell you what, let's make a bet, if you're the first one to figure out where the second door is on this villa, then I will make your here brown again and give you your voice back. But if you find it because someone else goes threw it, you stay the way you are. And if someone else in your little group finds it, I get to change your body so you look even more like a blonde bimbo.*I wait and contemplate my choices. On one hand speaking again and ditching the stereotype would be nice, on the other hand I don't want any more changes. But what am I really risking? If I say no he'll just change me the next time he's board. *Fine we have a deal.*I looked at the other two who had no idea I was competing with them. Okay these two are still my best bet, since safety in numbers works better on demons and roman gods then on gangsters I probably should take them along. I began to walk around the island villa. Where we were was the far east or west of the villa since the sun was either rising or setting in that direction. The door seemed to be on a freestanding wall with no purpose. I walked over to the balcony behind it and looked down. There was nothing but the green hill rolling down into the blue water. I leaned against the white rail and stared at the back side of the wall, and ironic the backside of the door we just came through just standing there without meaning. Where the hell can that door be? A cool breeze blew by, and I was reminded I was completely nude except for a small skirt, some stalkings and my shoes. Maybe clothing should be a priority as well. Porch-Lynn was breathless as the man simply picked her up and carried her naked self across the room before forcing her and the blonde bimbo through the door. It was a little strange he grabbed the blonde which she deducted meant that he was simply a horny male who like to fuck or maybe there was something special about the blonde." The guy is a player. He's not a computer gen!" Porch-Lynn whispered in the heavily accented English of the character Selena she had been forced into through the game." I'm dripping cum!" Porch-Lynn mumbled as she realized the prick that had been fucking her senseless had dumped an enormous stream of cum into her body." Gross!" she mumbled as she crossed the threshold of the door. It was a relief to be out of the crazy room with the demon and devils. Some sick fucks wild imagination... I betPorsha-Lynn thought secretively. It had been so weird. For a while she had a dick, no breasts and then everything was back again. She just wished to be back to her ole southern girl body and voice. It was trying to be stuck in the body of a big breasted Latina maid. Through the door, the whole landscape changed. She didn't recognize the setting at all but was immediately impressed by the warm breeze, the hot sun, and the great looking villas. Surrounding the island there seemed to be deep blue sea on all sides and a crispy warm breeze blew across the island. From the doorway, Porch-Lynn looked closer, and realized she was standing on a white marble floor. She had expected clothes, but was still naked, and the cum was still leaking down her leg. From where she stood, she could see balconies overlooking the water and a set of stairs leading to grassland than reached the edge of the water. Around her, a big party seemed to materialize. Some men and women seemed to be dressed in togas of plain colors (white, off-white and gray). There were tables of food, and what looked like jars of wine. Then a sea of men and women appeared and without any inhibition whatsoever they were all fucking each other,"They must be drunk or stoned or something" Porch-Lynn blurted out without thinking. Those not fucking were busily shoveling more food into their mouths and gobbling down more wine. Porsha-Lynn laughed when a naked blonde woman, ran past their group as she squealed at a man:"Catch me, and you can fuck my ass."" Yep - still stuck in the game.... Probably young boys doing the programming again" Porch-Lynn mumbled. The man who had been their rescuer suddenly put his arms around her waist and announced:"Well ... (and touched one of her big breasts with his hand) at least no demons or headless horsemen in here. I wonder how many are characters and how many are hackers or just players."" Excuse me!" announced Porch-Lynn as she uncoiled his hand from her body." Just what are you doing? I guess you have to be a player or are you one of the hackers screwing around with our game? And just who gave you permission to fuck me? I thought you were a computer gen like the blonde..... Blondie are you real or a computer gen?" Steve Weeks saw the two girls leave through the door, but I still had my hands full, literally, with the she-devils. I was pounding enlarged red cock into one of them and pinching and twisting the nipples of the other one. They liked me being rough, even expected it. Suddenly, Steve's dick and hands hurt. He pulled back from the she-devils and looked down. He was changing back into a normal human! The she-devils looked confused, then pissed. Steve barely made it through the door, which locked behind him. Randy Traverse Randy saw the real people leave. It was time for Steve to move on. Laughing out loud, he entered the commands to have Steve gradually turn back into a human. It was so funny, he almost forgot to lock the door behind Steve. As an afterthought, he dressed Steve in a toga and put women's make-up on him. Rick camp; Mike:When the blonde slaps him he's surprised and realizes this one's definitely a player or hacker. No comp gen'ed character would react that way. He also is really pissed off about it since he just helped to drag her bimbo ass out of the door, regardless of the fact that she started that way on her own. He was the one who pulled and pushed 'em out of the "gangster room" that was turning into "Hell". Normally he'd have laughed it off or been embarrassed, but this was "in game" so he reacted as 'his character' would react and slapped her back, right on one of her big tits and big nipple as he growled, "Do it again, and you'll be left here for one and all to fuck instead of just me you bimbo bitch, and I can arrange it so remember that." As she gasps, holds the tit with a red hand print decorating it and whirls away toward a door across the room the Latina moves his hand and asks, ""Just what are you doing?" Then, as he's about to reply she continues, "I guess you have to be a player or are you one of the hackers screwing around with our game? And just who gave you permission to fuck me? I thought you were a computer gen like the blonde..... Blondie are you real or a computer gen?" When she's finally stopped speaking, "Well let's see." I don't think, I know I was playing with the big tit and nipple of the hot looking Hispanic woman I just fucked to a screaming series of multi orgasms and enjoying how you felt, as my hard cock will show you if you look down at it." "Permission", why do I need permission? This is a game, we're either players or characters in it. There are no repercussion to anything that happens here so I don't need permission anymore that you would to suck me off or ask me to lay down so you can fuck yourself silly on my magic cock." Loosen up and enjoy yourself as much as you can 'cause once you're out of here, and they find out how the game can be infiltrated and taken over it'll be off the market damned fast." "Player or hacker"? Well I suppose you could say both sweet thing."" Come on lets see where the blonde is going," he says as his arm goes around her and captures a tit again then his fingers begin to roll the highly sensitive nipple his fingers lightly pitch and tug on." How about yourself," he asks as he brings her along with him heading toward the blonde as she passes through an archway leading outside. At the same time Rick signals Mike, "Mike boosts the male pheromones in this scene by 500% will ya, and I'll add another 250% to my own, so I have the 'attraction' edge." Also make this one and the blonde 750% more sensitive to it and it's effects."" Got'CIA. Entering the code string now..."" Done Rick. I'm also getting all of this recorded on the new empty hard drive for later viewing pleasure buddy," chuckles Mike." Good deal, and I've boosted my own pheromones." Hey, how about a light scent in the air to give the same effect as a couple of hits on a joint?" Can do."" Done and you'll be immune to it too Rick."" 'Kay Mike." He glances over at the babe whose tit and nipple is in his hand noting the effects of their changes on her... and then on other women, probably gen characters, as the pheromones hit their senses and food and drink is dropped as they begin to crawl all over the nearest male, some women even leaving other women they'd been having sex with to seek out a male, or dragging her along so they can share one. The thug started to answer Porch-Lynn:"Well let's see. I don't think, I know I was playing with the big tit and nipple of the hot looking Hispanic woman I just fucked to a screaming series of multi orgasms and enjoying how you felt, as my hard cock will show you if you look down at it". He went on as Porch-Lynn felt herself getting redder and angrier:"Permission", why do I need permission? This is a game, we're either players or characters in it. There are no repercussion to anything that happens here so I don't need permission anymore that you would to suck me off or ask me to lay down so you can fuck yourself silly on my magic cock." Porsha-Lynn's temper was boiling hot as he went on:"Loosen up and enjoy yourself as much as you can 'cause once you're out of here, and they find out how the game can be infiltrated and taken over it'll be off the market damned fast. Player or hacker? Well I suppose you could say both sweet thing."" Look I don't want to be here..... I wanted to go shopping..... I don't really even look like this ....." Porch-Lynn started to explain." It seems wrong to me that someone is messing up my game for their own pleasure......." Porch-Lynn went on. Porsha-Lynn moved to slap his face as he told her:"Come on lets see where the blonde is going" and then went back to grabbing her tit and toying with her nipple. Porsha-Lynn pushed the thug's hand off her breasts a second time and decided not to hit him. He had freed them and somehow knew where to access the door to get out of that last hellhole." Excuse me.... You're not respecting me as a woman...." Porch-Lynn told him suddenly revolted by him. This man is a fucking pig!... mind you with a huge dick.... but still an asshole.... He should be dining and wining me... I don't even have clothes.... Porsha-Lynn thought secretly. Porsha-Lynn realized the huge problem she had as she heard the thug mumbling to someone else:"Mike boosts the male pheromones in this scene by 500% will ya, and I'll add another 250% to my own, so I have the 'attraction' edge. Also make this one and the blonde 750% more sensitive to it and it's effects." It was seconds later, that Porch-Lynn felt her body tingling insanely and the urge to fuck everyone from the thug, to the blonde bimbo, to everyone in the room. Porsha-Lynn hurried forward into the sea of computer generated naked bodies. She darted into a hot bath used by several men, and eagerly spread her sweet pussy before them...... Rick camp; Mike:... as Rick crossed the room fending off comp gen women heading for the blonde, who he suspected was also a player and not just a character. She was looking around dazedly as he scooped her up and carried her back inside to the pool where the Hispanic was being fucked in the mouth and pussy at the same time. Rick waded into still carrying the blonde and sat down on one of the stone benches then turned Blondie, adjusted her and pulled her along his lap until his hard dick was buried in her cunt. His hands move her back and forth as he watches the Hispanic hottie being fucked and his mouth clamped down around one of the blonde's pink, hard nipples and puckered areola so he can suck, nibble and lick both. Steve Weeks Steve was amazed to find himself on the shores of the Mediterranean, at a toga party, and wearing a toga. What the fuck was going on? He was even more bewildered when a swarthy man winked at him and blew him a kiss. He was still trying to figure things out when three ladies knocked him off his feet. One was kissing him hard and the other two were trying to tear his toga off. Steve got very excited, very fast and the women squealed when they saw his hard cock. Steve just shrugged. "When in Rome..." Randy Traverse Something was affecting these women, he decided to help. All the clothes on the women and men suddenly disappeared. He watched as the women fucked the men with wild abandon. Now that was an old Roman Orgy. Porch-Lynn felt sexually satisfied for the first time in her life, as the men at the pool used her like a whore. Each of them took a turn and filled her with their lust and hot seed. She had to grin, as watched the thug get his ass plugged by a big Roman. That man was pounding back and forth in his ass Porch-Lynn figured he'd need stitches..... When the men finished with her, she moved to the food table and began stuffing her face. She suddenly felt famished and needed to replenish her starving body. To her surprise, she felt thirsty too and several goblets of wine did little to quench the needs in her body." What is wrong with me?... I just want to fuck and fuck...." Porch-Lynn blurted out in simple honesty." Must be the programming..... I've got to find an exit.... This is crazier than the last room....." Porch-Lynn spoke aloud figuring it didn't make a difference to the computer gens. Porsha-Lynn saw an archway and instinctively had the feeling that this had to be the exit. It was an archway that seemed out of place with the perfect symmetric nature of the building. It was a giveaway - a programmer's mistake...." Garbage in.... garbage out..." Porch-Lynn whispered as she started to run towards the door looking to escape the latest computer scenario. To Porch-Lynn's surprise, she was ten feet from the archway, when a woman tripped her, and she went sprawling forward...." Slave girl.... Where are you going? The guests are the other way... I'll chain you in the brothel's of room... If you don't get that pretty pussy back to service the men!"" Shit!" Porch-Lynn mumbled in shock as she struggled to stand up. Cindy Umbriel: I apologize for the long absence. Final camp is over so I would like to have some fun with this thread once more. Despite it seem to die just after I reached camp two weeks ago.However, we got a few things going on. Phoenix, you moved two of us in your last post without waiting for response. Golden you stated was having sex with two guys, and you took and had sex with my chart. I believe that golden was trying to show you what you were doing by having you get butt fucked. I would like to reduce these global hacks, as they quickly can get out of hand as in the hell of the last room. That is enough on that. Thank you for your time and I hope you plan to continue this for a while.IC: It was hard to concentrate my breast was still in pain from the guns slap. Oh, well if I find the door I can move on and leave the asshole here. He may think he can lock me in here, but the truth is he has less power than he thinks after all he is just as much in this game as I am. Perhaps someone can hack him as well. I reached a hand over my breast where it still stung. That asshole, doesn't he know how to treat a woman, it still stings. I felt my nipple sticking into the palm of my hand. That is strange the sting almost has a pleasant quality to it. "Mmm" Oh damn that, if I just moaned that means it's related to the hack bob just put on me. I took a deep breath. Okay now where can I find the exit. Hey what is that feint Oder in the air. Kinda reminds me of collage. Oh well, now to find me a man. Wait, I'm looking for an exit. But I really feel excited I wonder why. I glanced down and noticed my skirt was gone, and my shaved pussy was glistening with moisture. I felt hands reach down by Myles and another one reach behind my back, picking me up. Furthermore, I closed my eyes and relaxed in this embrace, uncaring of who's it being or where I was heading. Furthermore, I was content for the moment to be held and take deep breaths of his subtle scent. I felt my toes dip into warm water, that raised along my legs and onto my body with each step he took. Furthermore, I opened my eyes no longer feeling content, I wanted something more, and I was going to have it. I moved myself, so I was straddling the kind man, and then I felt his cock tip enter me. Furthermore, I eagerly lowered myself onto him even as he rose to place himself deep with in me. Furthermore, I looked my lover in the eye for the first time and to my honor saw who it was. It's that damn gangster. I don't want to fuck him! The creep pulled himself down to the seat with a sudden fucking motion. "HHH" I gasped in pleasure. Then again it would end my distractions. He pushed up into me once more. "Ooo" And that door can wait, he isn't going anywhere, so I am safe. He pulled out and pushed back in, with minimal effort and then leaned forward and began to suck on my gear nipples. "MMM." But what about the Hispanic girl? I took a quick glance around, and found her virtually next to me bending over sucking on one guys dick with a type of grace you'd never expected her to have, as another man pushed into her from behind, and with each thrust he made her breasts shuck in a sensual manner. That looks fun, I wonder if I can do that next. I closed my eyes to enjoy my ride. The gangster kept up his pace only becoming faster occasionally and never slowing down it wasn't long before I started moaning loud, gasped for air out of breath and came. Only to have him feel me with a fluid warmer then the water of the bath. I stood up off of him more than content to love them and leave them in this case. A text message came to me. *I hope you enjoyed that Cindy.* *Why?* *Because the maid finished first and found the door.* I glanced around looking for the maid finding her laying on the floor close to the back side of the door we came in threw. *But she's still here.* *True, but she knows where the door is, not her fault she can't get threw. Pardon me while I prepare for changes.* *But that isn't fair!* I waited in vain for a response. Well then I'll just go threw the door and work my way out of here and back to the hall before people start thinking I'm a dumb blonde. I head for the door that hopefully doesn't go back to hell and trip over a marble bench landing out of sight and painfully on the other side of the bench. Ow that hurt, and yet felt strongly good.*Cindy was it a good experience when you lost your virginity?* I waited a moment before replying. *Why do you ask?* *Be because you might lose it five or six times today.* I began to enter what do you mean as a reply but only got to what do, before I felt changes start. I glanced over at the China white marble bench on which I could see my reflection. My body began to shrink but not in total way. While my legs and arms shrank my breasts stayed the same size. My torso shrank despite my breasts remaining there fairly large size hanging bellow me as I waited on my hands and knees. As my torso shrank it was easy to see my hair wasn't. It used to hang down to the top of my butt; now it was curving down it to reach down to my chiefs. My butt seemed to smooth itself out more becoming slightly larger and rounder. My face was changed a great deal as well. Besides my eyes being slightly larger and bluer I had a few small freckles that were barely noticeable. It was obvious what he did, he made me younger, I imagine 16. I suppose I am now a virgin as well. I stood up to my full height of 4'3". Furthermore, I was surprise to note my breasts stood out more than normal, with a look of firmness that I lost a year or two after they stopped growing. Furthermore, I suppose youth does have a few advantages. Still this isn't what I want. *This isn't fair.* *Well, I suppose your right, but you didn't seem to like your last character, so I figure try this one. Tell you what as long as you act in character, a young air head cheerleader and use like way too much. I'll give you a speech file again.* Well I suppose it is a start. *Fine then, Bob, we have a deal.* *Let me find one that fits.* Any speech is better then no speech. Cindy Umbriel: Okay let me organize the current hacks in play on this group. The air is intoxicating, full of male hormones that drive the women wild, primes chart produces more of this. Golden and my own characters are more susceptible to this by a lot. MS's chart is wearing female make up. Primes character came in both the cunts of Porch and Cindy now, the results being they now have an addiction to sperm and need some about every 15 or 30 minutes or become horny. Well with all of that going around males definitely have an edge so why not turn every one into girls.IC: I opened my mouth to speak, what I was going to say I didn't care but after this long hearing my own voice was more than appealing enough. Still no sound came out. *bob you said I could speak!* *Yes, and I am working on getting that ready. Just go mingle or something for a while I'll have it up and running soon enough.*I suppose I should find a tunic put it on and go to the next room. I glanced around only to find every one was as naked as me and onto of that my skirt wasn't even around anymore. I saw the maid Selena laying on the ground being yelled at and little else. Okay no harm going to the next room naked then, with these perverted nerds I'd just wind up nude soon enough any ways, so to the door. Where is the door? Holly crap I lost the bet and still don't know where the door is what type of deal is this any ways? On top of that I still don't have my voice back. I suppose that is what life would be like if god was a perverted nerd.Oh, well perhaps the maid can tell me. I walked over to the maid being yelled at and threatened staying behind the person talking until I better understood what was going on. The nude computer generated head servant turned to me and looked at me a bit surprised. 'And how are you doing this mourning young mistress.'"Oh, I am doing just peachy." the sarcasm in my voice was hidden behind the overtly cheery and child like qualities of my new voice. My voice seemed more cute than sexy which was a god thing. 'Glad to here it mistress.' The servant head walked away.*Bob what the hell happened to my voice.* *You didn't like it.* *What do you mean I didn't like it? I loved my voice, it was mine.* *No I mean you didn't use like in your sentence, if you don't start liking, I'll have to take your voice away again.* *Fine I'll say like but change it back to my old voice.* *Can't it doesn't suite your young character, and onto of that I deleted it when I removed it so it is gone now.*"Oh this is so like not cool." I suppose I best get into character, at least now I know for sure no one here will rec anise me. Porch-Lynn saw the portal. She was eager to reach the magic doorway but sensed the presence of male hands pulling her back into the orgy. She was helpless as the strong hands pulled her backwards and then onto a bench. Roughly the hands parted her legs and they were lifted into the air." Yes!" Porch-Lynn whispered as she felt a big dick penetrating her wet hot pussy. It was the air that was so intoxicating. She was helpless to resist. Steve Weeks I was kissing one of the two bimbos left when I noticed that after I kissed her, she had on more lipstick than before I kissed her. More lipstick? I wiped my lips on the back of my hand and saw it stained with lipstick, bright red lipstick. What the hell? I pushed the one bimbo aside and grabbed a napkin, dunked it in some water and wiped my face. The napkin came away covered with make-up and I shook my fist up at the sky. Randy Traverse Randy laughed, the punk had finally discovered that he was wearing make-up. He thought, next I get rid of the bimbos, those computer-generated Romans, Greeks or whatever they are; they are gone! He laughed evilly as his fingers danced over the keys. Great she's sleeping with people again. Didn't she get enough before? I know I did. Back to finding the door then. I gazed around and all the surrounding areas seemed the same. A man was with a woman free of clothing and humping each other like mindless animals. The only remotely strange thing is the girls almost seemed more driven than the guys. Speeding up because they want the pleasure faster rather than the guys speeding up to get done as quickly as possible. The idea of controlling the rate of sex is very appealing. Sex sounds like a lot of fun, actually. Every one else seems to be enjoying it. The sounds echoed around the place, women moaning, or trying to stay quit and avoid moaning making little gasping sounds as men struggle to keep there breath up, so they have enough air to function. Still the noise seems to fade as I sit with my eyes shut. Less and less of the people seem to be here. I open my eyes to continue my search. That is when I notice a man an incredible attractive one. He had dark and clean face, his build was muscle and yet not meaty. His height was probably six foot, and he looked about my age, mid 20s. Now this has potential. I walked up to him subconsciously swaying my hips. I straitened my back making my breasts stand out more and seem fuller. Furthermore, I moved a hand down my hair making sure it was in order. The noise now seems to be gone. I looked him in the eye and every one else seemed to vanish. He turned to face me more then ready to oblige my wins, and then he was gone. I heard one last set of moans from behind me. I turned and saw the maid being pushed into by some man but then he to dispersed. She sat up a bit surprised. I looked around and saw there were only five us left. The gangster, a familiar looking man, a strange man, the maid, and myself. "Where did every one go?" Porch_Lynn came to her senses when the flood of pleasure erupted in herself and the huge throbbing dick suddenly stopped. It was disheartening that a man would leave when there was so much more fucking possible. But the air seemed differed. Somehow it seemed colder and had a sobering effect on her senses..... Pushing herself into a seated position, she realized the noise of the room was gone. No one was fucking anymore that she could see. There was only a handful of people...." The portal is there!" Porch-Lynn blurted out as she started her naked run to the door, her large breasts bouncing seductively, he black hair shining in the light of day..... Randy Traverse Randy looked at his monitor not believing his eyes. Everyone but the five real people had disappeared. He looked at a record of his last keystrokes, there it was. He had only meant to get rid of the two bimbos hassling Steve, but he has inadvertently sent them all away. Oh well, thought Randy, they weren't real anyway. Steve Weeks when had to the bimbos gone? I looked around, where had almost everyone gone? I guess the people want moderation in sex, might be right, the orgy was definitely over. Steve saw the vivacious maid running naked across the room. She looked like she knew where she was going, so Steve decided to run after her. Plus, the way her tits and ass were shaking, he would get a good view. Cindy Umbrella: 'There is the portal!' I glanced down the way she was pointing, at the back side of the door we walked in threw. Well why the hell not. I took chase after her. Along the side of me came the guy who looked somewhat familiar. Hey he's not too bad of a looker. The maid opened the door and stepped into a dimly lit room with a cement floor that seemed to be fool of small walls. As I approached the room I felt a change in the air. It seemed moister as if some steam was pouring in. The familiar man stepped in before me. I looked down at a firm butt, one that could put a lot of pleasure into me. A quake came over me and I seemed to lose my happiness. Everything just seemed fairly unimportant to me. I stepped into the room behind the cute guy. I took a look at the walls making sure we didn't step into some ones DnD game or other deluded fantasy. The walls to my surprise were lockers. Two noises could be herded in the distance one sounded like mumbling the other sounded like water, or rain. Every one around me was naked still, it didn't bother anyone so far. It did make me feel a bit unnerved however. My mind was more or less blank, except for when I occasionally thought of the man in front of me shooting his land in me. But those were only passing thoughts. I stopped in place unsure of what to do about my emptiness. The strange man and I were at the back of the line. We passed an open locker and I glanced at what was inside. It was a blue female sailor uniform. The type people see in Japanese cartoons. "Strange." I kept walking forward looking at the group feeling completely empty. The sound of water became louder, and I glanced to the side where most of the people seemed to be looking there was a beautiful Japanese girl showering blissfully unaware of us. The murmurs started to seem louder. I turned to the other side and saw a trashcan next to a set of double doors. I then looked in front of me and saw the familiar looking guy once more. There was only one thing I could do. I jumped onto the man sending him to the floor. He turned to face me unsure of what was going on. I reached between his leg and lowered my head to take his dick into my mouth. I early bobbed my head up and down on it trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. Furthermore, I slid my lips up and down on it as tightly as I could. The thing slowly grew and became firm inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and circled my sung around it several times. With my eyes closed I could final make out the sound. In the background I could hear a group of young ladies shouting "Go team, go, go, go." I thought to my self those exact same words about his team. Steve Weeks I lost sight of the Puerto Rican maid when we went through the door. I did see a familiar naked blond woman behind me, so I knew I was in the right place. We were standing in this long line. At one point, we saw a showering Japanese woman, she got a smattering of applause. The line just wound on and on. Steve was wondering what was going on, when he was suddenly knocked to the ground. He shook his head, blinked and saw a blonde head and an open mouth moving towards his crotch. The somewhat familiar blonde woman was sucking his dick. He was momentarily stunned, but decided to put his hands on either side of her head just to make sure she didn't slip. Randy Traverse Randy was humming a little tune, "if at first you don't succeed...", his hands were a blur over the keyboard. This was his best bit yet, when Steve came, cum he would, he and the blonde woman would change bodies. And if a Randy remembered right, she was an 18-year-old perpetual virgin. Cindy Umbriel IC: I slid my self slowly up his shaft tasting his excitement as I went. Once I reached the top of it I felt his hands go behind my head as if to prevent escape. I wasn't about ready to stop I needed this more than he does. My sung circled around his head once more and dropped back down. As I reached the bottom of his dick I could feel it twitch in pleasure. I moved back up it and moved one hand up and grabbed it to hold it steady. I flicked my sung back and forth quickly over its tip and then slid my hand down the shaft to the source of my desire. Furthermore, I lowered my head down on it gliding my sung down the underside. The shaft began to twitch and I moved my sung away from the shaft not wanting to impede its great approach. I felt a bulge in the tube as the sperm up threw it. Final the top opened, and some fluid flew out. A wave of electric pleasure hit me and my life suddenly had meaning once more. The pleasure coming from my groin was simply another part of my life now. An interesting part that kept jerking as it shot more and more sperm into her throat. I opened my eyes suddenly and looked at my former body, or rather the fake body of a character I was supposed to be playing. I then quickly pulled away from her as she pulled away from me in the same confusion. My dick wasn't aware of this and kept shooting firing a wad of white liquid on her face around her lips and another on her breasts and a few more after that. Despite the pleasure, I was glad when it stopped shooting." What the hell just happened." I listened to my new voice. The voice I started today off with was eventually my own, then I got a voice that seemed to imply sex, then I lost my voice, then I got a childish cute voice, and now I have a men voice. Today has been a confusing day. I looked down at my new penis as it began to shrink, guess I am no longer turned on. Well I guess I can get the male perspective on life at least. Still, I want to be female again as soon as possible. Steve Weeks I was feeling good. Whoever this chick was, she could give a great blow job. Her tongue was doing fantastic things to me, I only hoped she would decide to swallow. After a few more minutes, I was ready to blow. My breathing was getting faster and faster until I came, then I stopped breathing. Steve wondered what the hell was going on. One minute he was getting a blow job, the next he had some guys dick in his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow the first of the cum that shot into his mouth and down his throat. Part of him realized that it didn't taste that bad, but most of him just wanted it out of his mouth. That happened rather quickly as both a guy and Steve moved away from each other. The guys dick didn't stop shooting though, some landed on his lips and chin and the last shot, on his breast. On my breast? Oh no, I had tits again. I looked up and saw myself saying, "What the hell just happened." Yep, it was me. If that was Steve Weeks who was I? I looked down at my body. I saw a pair of nice-looking tits and below that a flat tummy, clean-shaven pussy and nice long legs. Furthermore, I was the blonde! Steve shook his head, his blonde hair flying out seductively. He looked at himself and said, "Hi, who am I? Your name is Steve. Ain't this place just a kick in the head. Cindy Umbrella: The man was obviously more confused or at least as confused as me judging by his actions. He opened his lips or rather her lips in cute manner and began to speak in voice that just had a bit of sexual tension.' Hi, who am I?' I watched a bit of the white fluid drip from the pink lips down and land on her nipple. 'Your name is Steve. Ain't this place just a kick in the head.' "I am not Steven, I suppose your Stephanie is what It's going to be. Then that would make my name CLY... no it wouldn't Clyde isn't a good name it's like a country hicks name." I looked down at the white fluid on her breasts. It was now driving down to the bottom curve, hanging on even as her chest moves up and down as she breathes heavily trying to route out the shock or perhaps just catch up after the blow job I had been preforming. Why had I been doing that to begin with? I have more important matters at the moment. "From now on I'll be Tim."" Okay first thing is first, that would be changing back." Now why did we change to begin with. The nearest thing I can figure is it was the blow job. "Okay if you suck me off perhaps we can change back." Stephanie Does, once again, couldn't believe it. Why, when I got back I was either gonna punch the guy out or seduce him then leave him high camp; dry, depending on what sex I was. Speaking of sex, I needed to get some clothes. I couldn't run around naked. (Funny how the tables turn)Stephanie, Steph, was still in a state of shock. Steve, no Tim, was saying something. Steph couldn't tell, at first, if Tim was taking to her or to himself. "Okay first thing is first, that would be changing back." Now why did we change to begin with. The nearest thing I can figure is it was the blow job. "Okay if you suck me off perhaps we can change back." That last bit was obviously directed at me, Steph thought. Steph, when she was Steve, wasn't even bi-curious, so Steph didn't know if she could go through with it. She said, to Tim, "I don't know if I can do this, so you'll have to talk me through the blow job." Steph sat down on the ground Indian-style and told Tim to whip-it-out. Just before Tim's hard cock entered her mouth, Steph realized that as Steve he/she hadn't been able to sit cross-legged, maybe there were some advantages to being a girl. Cindy Umbriel "Tim"IC: Steph asked me to WIP it out so I pointed to my nude torso causing her to blush. The others seemed to of vanished amongst their own business which made receiving a blow job less embarking. Especially since we were already having difficulties. My dick was just laying there. The girl put her hands on it and not much changed. She leaned in closer and closer to it siting Indian style giving me a glance at her pussy, or rather what was my pussy moments before. Her head stopped just off of my penises, and she opened her mouth and spoke. 'I don't know if I can do this, so you'll have to talk me through the blow job.' I could feel the warm air coming out with a light force tickling my new organ, and causing it to twitch." Okay I'll try." Steph placed her lips over it tightly. "Okay move your sung around." She did, and it hit some sort of sensitive spot on the underside of my dick just below the penises. I was almost thankful I get to experience a Mel body like this, it could be informing." Okay bob your head up and down." Steph moved her head forward and backward and my dick finally stiffened in her mouth. She moved her sung back and forth once more. Still it didn't seem to be doing much and deep down I was curious. What was it like to be a man fucking a woman. Especially a young woman with a small vagina." It doesn't seem to be working let me try something else." I leaned forward pushing her shoulders and she leaned back letting my dick fall out of her mouth. Her legs are spread still, if I move quickly I can get into her opening before she can complain. I kissed her on the lips and pushed her back more quickly sliding forward. My penises smacked just alongside of her opening and she quickly tried to close her legs, but my body was in the way. I pulled out of the kiss pinned her shoulders to the ground and pushed forward once more this time my dick entering her pussy but quickly stopping as it met a barrier." Only the tip is in." I said in surprise. I know I can get more in. Furthermore, I thrust my hips forward with force and broke threw the barrier sliding my new organ into her warm tight opening. Randy Traverse"Oh Steve, it's not going to be that easy to change back to a guy, you have to use your brain, not your lovely lips." Randy muttered to himself. Then he just sat back and watched the drama unfold. Steph Doe-Blinded in the headlights of lust. Well, at least I got him hard, Steph thought. This wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. But, it did feel kind of good in my mouth. Tim suddenly pushed me onto my back, his dick escaping from my mouth, then jumped on me. I tried to close my long legs, but he was in the way. I felt his cock start to enter my pussy, so that's what it felt like, and then stop. Something was strange, shouldn't it go in further? Then he pushed harder and it was in further. He broke through something and forced his dick into me. It was then that I realized that I must have been a virgin. Great, that would go over good at PTA meetings. How I lost my virginity to a girl in a men body. Porch-Lynn had made it through the portal and was disappointed that the room seemed so simple and boring. She half expected to end up in some old historical setting or some exotic location. She had been through the door for a only few moment when she caught the blonde bimbo and one of the entourage fucking. Furthermore, she was working his tool hard, and then she gave him a second blow job before he seemed to push more and more...." Computer gens...." Porch-Lynn mumbled. She was speaking aloud since she figured the others who ran into the room with her with computer generated." So how do I get out of the game...... Somehow those hackers are stopping it.... I need to get my body back.... and figure things out" Porch-Lynn decided."and I need clothes....." Looking around the room, Porch-Lynn saw three portals." Decisions...decisions...." Porch-Lynn pondered.

Hacked (Bad Luck in Cyber Space.)|rating:2.0

An Agreement (marauder13 & Soumis)

Kate dropped her phone in shock, sinking to the ground and putting her head in her hands as she started to sob. Ruined. She was utterly ruined. Just like that, with one phone call, her life was never going to be the same. Her dark hair formed a curtain around her face as she took a moment to wallow in self-pity. All her life she had thought that hard work would get her somewhere, would help eventually make her life easier. Only for everything to be destroyed just as quickly as she could blink. Honestly, finding out that the woman she had hired to help run her massage practice had embezzled everything she could get her hands on was enough to make her speechless. Not only was that money gone, but anything left was going to be tied up in the court case as charges were pressed. She was broke with no means to make a living for herself. She couldn't afford her apartment, her utilities... any of her monthly bills. What the fuck was she going to do? First things first, she had to pack all of her stuff up and try to get it into storage or something. She was going to have to talk to the apartment manager and probably break her lease which meant finding another place to stay. She still had a couple of hundred dollars in her bank account, enough to get her by for the next day or so while she tried to clean everything up as best as she could. Kate was already exhausted just thinking of what had to be done. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed and tried to pull herself together. Climbing to her feet, she smoothed her jeans over her feminine curves. The well-loved t-shirt she wore completed her casual outfit, something easy after the night out she'd had last night. Kate hadn't gotten drunk or anything, but just spent some time with friends. Now, in the light of day, she regretted the money she had spent. There was nothing to do about it now, and how was she supposed to know this news would break today? Although, that gave her an idea. One of her friends, Matthew, had talked about maybe finding a roommate. She knew he lived alone, and they had been friends for years. They belonged to the same group of friends that had been together since college and luckily were able to get together fairly frequently. It was embarrassing to have to ask for help, but Kate didn't really feel like she had a choice. Her head was still spinning at finding out that she had lost nearly everything. Grumbling to herself, she took a deep breath and picked up the phone, pressing Matthew's number. She was nervous about this beyond just having to ask for help. As her friend group had grown up together, they had occasionally slept with one another when the situation arose. Some even dated which never seemed like a good idea, but somehow for the most part it worked out. Kate hadn't managed to shack up with anyone, though, she usually found boyfriends or one-night stands from whatever social event they were attending. But Matthew... there was still a lingering attraction there for her. She would never make a move, no, it wasn't worth losing him as a friend in case things didn't work out." Hey, man. I don't know if you heard, but I'm in a bit of a bind... Is that room still available? The thing is, I don't think I'll be able to cough up some money for, well, quite a while. I got fucked over, and I need a place to stay. I'm sorry, I know this is asking a lot..." The anxiety was evident in her voice, a tremor present that wasn't usually there. She hoped he understood and was able to help her, she didn't know what she would do if this didn't work out. Matthew stood up, and extended his hand to Mike, the two shaking hands firmly." Thanks for your time, Mike."" Thank you. Sorry it didn't work out."" That's fine." Matthew walked Mike to the front door, seeing him out. One last wave was exchanged before Matthew closed the door. He slumped against the wall and let out a sigh." Where are the good potential renters?" He straightened himself up then walked to the kitchen. It was modern in the design and appointments, with enough room for two people to move about safely. It was like the remainder of the house; fairly modern, well looked after, and somewhat more than one person needed." Well, I always liked planning ahead. Pity some of those plans never worked out." Since there were a few rooms not in use, particularly the second bedroom, it made sense to make use of them and earn a little extra money. But it was mainly to have some social company in the house, and to possibly expand his social circle a little more. The room he was going to let out was a decent sized bedroom with a walk in wardrobe and en-suite, making it a good fit for someone to keep their privacy. Three weeks before, he finally bit the bullet and started to advertise the room's availability. He priced it a little more than the average, but still kept it competitive. He got a lot of hits, a good amount of interest, but those who followed through were quite a lot fewer, and none of them were good roommate material. Mike, the last one to come through, had some issues with the location, relative to his place of work, so that one fell through. He was actually the best candidate who turned up, so it was rather disappointing to lose out on him. The cell phone sprang into life, the main piece of the Blue Danube announcing that one of "The Gang" was calling him. Not the most original names for the group who met during college, but it was what they called themselves. While not everyone gathered together at every outing, everyone turned up enough to keep current and keep the friendships alive. He fished it out of his pocket, noting that Kate was on the other end. He smiled warmly. Kate was a good-looking woman, someone he enjoyed looking at whenever their path's crossed. But that was not the only reason he liked her, she was a good friend, someone who was fun to chat with, and they shared enough similar interests to have good conversations. He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought about what it would be like to have her a more than a friend, but he got the hint that friends were the best they would be. Matthew was definitely fine with that, but wouldn't knock her back on a more serious offer if one was made." Hey, Kate. What's happening?"" Hey, man. I don't know if you heard, but I'm in a bit of a bind... Is that room still available? The thing is, I don't think I'll be able to cough up some money for, well, quite a while. I got fucked over, and I need a place to stay. I'm sorry, I know this is asking a lot..."" Wha..." Matthew took a moment to let everything sink in, since Kate let it fly rather swiftly. He frowned as sat on a stool at the breakfast bar and propped his elbows on the bar. "Ahhh, yeah, the room is still available. Um.... How about we meet at Coffee and Cakes in... say thirty minutes. I'll pay, so don't worry about sitting there drinking or eating nothing. Fill me in on the details when we get there, and we'll see what can be done. That OK with you?" She knew she had word vomited over the phone to Matthew, dumping her situation on him in a flurry. He seemed a bit taken aback, pausing for a second to soak in what she had said before offering to meet her for coffee so they could sort this out. Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, Kate ran a hand over her forehead and into her hand, combing her fingers through the strands in an effort to soothe herself. It didn't really work. Matthew being calm and willing to hear her out did more to make her feel better. He wouldn't let her flounder, although she did feel terribly guilty for having to put him into this situation." Okay, sure. I'll meet you there. Thank you, Matthew. I'll see you soon." Kate said goodbye before hanging up, remaining on the floor for another few moments. She would allow herself a minute or two more of wallowing in self-pity before she packed all the essentials and brought them down to her car. Saying a quick prayer of thanks for the luggage she had received as a birthday gift from her parents a few years back, she made sure she had everything she needed to survive. Toiletries, clothes, her computer... All the stuff she couldn't live without. Dealing with everything else was just so overwhelming. A quick glance at the time told Kate that she needed to get going. Loading everything in her car just in case, she hopped into the driver's seat and started heading to meet Matt. In her first stroke of luck all day she managed to find a close parking spot, pulling in and making sure her car was locked before heading into the café. Kate had no idea how she looked. Her warm chocolate eyes were rimmed with red and slightly puffy, evidence of her stressful morning. At one point before she left she had pulled her long dark hair into a ponytail on the back of her head, needing her hair out of her face so she could focus on packing. The t-shirt and jeans were normal attire for her, casual and comfortable. Matthew had offered to pay, and she was happy to take him up on that, so she grabbed a quiet table towards the back and waited for him to arrive. Their gang had a long history of paying for each other when it came to food or drinks, and eventually settled into a circular routine, so the same person wasn't always buying. It was nice to have people that could be trusted and that she didn't have to feel indebted to. This though... If Matthew offered her a place to stay she would feel like she owed him quite a bit. With another sigh Kate glanced towards the door, hoping he was close by so they could get this overwith. Since he hadn't been in an office for over a week, Matt had stopped shaving as he had regularly done. The light brown growth was almost long enough to block the underlying skin from view, yet still short enough to be easily kept neat. His hair was a matching color, a little darker than wheat, and cut conservatively in keeping with the image he had cultivated for his work. He checked his clothing. Good polo shirt, equally good pair of jeans and shoes. Good enough to go out in public, while not trying too hard to look good for others." It's not like Kate's been asked out on a date." He gathered his wallet, keys and personal cell phone and made his way to Coffee and Cakes. As he drove there, he wracked his brains to remember anything that Kate had mentioned during their recent social gatherings to see if there were any hints about what fucked her over. If there had been anything said, it was not while he was in ear shot, and nothing else in her demeanor suggested that there was something happening. He pushed it aside." Kate will fill me in on everything when I get there." He pulled in next to Kate's car, pausing as he got out when he saw how full of stuff it was. He felt a small spike of adrenaline, worry coming to the fore about what happened to one of his friends. Furthermore, he got himself under control by the time he reached the front door, and in little time found where Kate had sat herself. As he got closer, he saw that she was liked him, dressed for comfort. That made him feel a little better, until he saw the redness about her puffy eyes." Hey, Kate." He slid into the chair opposite her. Sitting beside her always made him feel less intimidating than when he stood near her. Being a tall, heavily built man had its advantages when dealing with fellow males, particularly those who used more primitive modes of social interaction, but that very same aspect seemed to put some women off. He understood that having someone looming over them scared some folks." What's happened that has hit you so hard that you need some help?" She didn't wait long before Matthew showed up and took a seat across from her. Kate found herself more anxious than she ever had been at the prospect of what she had to ask him. It was never easy asking for help, and it was something she specifically didn't like to do. She had long history of being chastised about it; having worked so hard to get her dream into a reality didn't come without having to ask a few favors. Massage school hadn't been too difficult as she was always a good student. She liked taking orderly notes and studying, throwing her focus into something she enjoyed. Once that was finished, and she had graduated she started working for a friend in a shop in the next town over. Kate had enjoyed it, but dreamed of having her own place that things could be run the way she liked them. It was easier working for someone else, sure. There was something lovely about being able to follow rules set by someone else. Kate couldn't deny it. Yet, she had busted her butt for years to create her own little slice of heaven. Just her and a receptionist, Claire, who handled the scheduling and billing. Initially she had tried to manage it all herself, but it quickly became too much. Having someone in the office made things a great deal easier. Kate had been able to breathe a sigh of relief and focus on what she loved which was making people feel better. In reality, that woman had become her downfall." I'm so sorry to do this. Claire, my receptionist, inevitably decided she wasn't paid well enough." Kate's hands rested on the table, her slender fingers twisted around themselves in evidence of her distress. "She's taken pretty much everything. Embezzled the lot, and the rest of my accounts are now tied up in the investigation and coming trial. I'm left with nothing." Sinking her dark head into her hands, she allowed herself a moment of pity. Taking a deep breath to center herself she raised her head. "I've got nothing. I can't pay any of my bills until I find something else, but even then my accounts are all frozen. I'm stuck." Kate tried to smile over at Matthew, barely managing it. "I couldn't pay you for the room, but I'd do whatever I could to make it up to you. I hate to put you in this position, Matthew. I just didn't know who else to call." Matt barely had the time to get settled after asking his question for Kate to unload. He sat there quietly as she told him about her situation. Like most of the Gang, Kate had worked hard for her degree, and then just as hard to get herself setup in her chosen career. He had been the same way, especially the after university part of life." Your receptionist...? Fuck... I never thought someone like her would do something like that, to anyone." Matt's hand went to his mouth, covering the opening left by the loose jaw. "So, what little you have left is locked up by the law?" Matt looked uncomfortable hearing what happened to her. The thought of what it would be like if it happened to him almost made him shudder. He was a little luckier than Kate, in that he could look after everything himself, and didn't rely on someone else who was able to do that sort of thing to him." Well, you're in luck, Kate. I haven't found anyone for the spare room yet, and it's not looking like I'll find anyone at the rate things are going. Even if I had, I'd be able to squeeze you in somewhere until other options became available to you. So, I'm happy to let you have the room." He frowned a little while he took a breath. "While I don't need the money from the room, having you staying will add a bit of a burden financially, since I gather that I will also be supplying your food and such while you stay. If that is the case, then I... I would like your help around the house. I'm not going to make you a maid, or anything like that, but some extra help along the way will make it easier, if you know what I mean?" He sat back, and looked her straight in the eye." Tell you what. If you are up to giving a therapeutic session every other week, then you'll be fine to stay as long as you need. It'll give you something to take your mind off your problems, as well as keeping your hand in, so to speak." His expression was serious, as was the offer. For all the jokes she got about "happy endings" in the early days, Matt and the rest knew that she was serious about her business, and everything done was purely professional. He had heard from a few of the friends about how good she was, even when she was learning, but he had not experienced her abilities himself. He never really had the need, and he didn't want to give Kate the wrong idea that he was going to see her because he knew her. But this did give him a chance to find out without giving mixed signals. Some of the tension stored in Kate's shoulders evaporated when Matthew said that she was in luck, and he could spare the room. She sagged a bit, the relief flooding her and leaving her speechless for a second. Thank god. It was a small step in the right direction and the only thing that had made her feel better all day. He mentioned that he might need her to help out around the house, and she couldn't agree fast enough. It wasn't like she was just planning on lying around all day while he provided her food and shelter; Kate had already planned on doing most of the housekeeping to make sure he knew how grateful she was. She could cook and clean just as well as anyone else, and sitting without anything productive to do would lead to sulking. Still, she stayed quiet while he said his piece. When he suggested a massage every two weeks she couldn't help but smile. Kate genuinely loved what she did and was happy to use that as a bartering chip for her keep. The first genuine smile since that morning stretched her lips." I could kiss you, Matthew." Kate joked, still smiling. "Of course. I'd be happy to help out in any capacity, and I can definitely work in a massage." She turned serious for a moment, reaching across the table and taking his hand in hers. Squeezing it, she held eye contact." Thank you, Matthew. I don't know what I would have done. This is the best news I've had all day." She released his hand, pulling her own back into her lap as she sat across from him. "I've got a few things to pack up still at the apartment, but most of the stuff I need is in my car. I needed to keep busy earlier," She grinned a little sheepishly. The relief from his offer had cheered her up like nothing else could. She had always liked Matthew and knew that she wouldn't have an issue with him as a roommate. The Gang had occasionally taken vacations together, and he wasn't the sloppiest of the bunch by a long shot. They would get along just fine, and she looked forward to having some company for a change. Seeing Kate slump in relief drove home how bad her situation was. Kate normally was good at holding back signs of something not being right. Her asking for help was a big deal, and he knew she was pushing herself to ask. It made him feel better that he was able to throw out the lifeline when it was needed. That's what friends were for, and who knew when he might be in Kate's shoes? Hopefully never, but that's why insurance was a thing. After he made his complete pitch, the smile that turned up on Kate's face turned her around completely. Where her facial expression was flat, and maybe even a little dark, the smile brought light and life to her face. He always liked the way she smiled, when she was genuine about it. It moved her face in good ways, and it really was something that he would never grow tired of seeing." I could kiss you, Matthew." He returned her smile with a cheeky grin. "Really? I should have offered you a place to live years ago."" Of course. I'd be happy to help out in any capacity, and I can definitely work in a massage." All he needed to 'say' in reply was a simple nod. He was a little surprised when she reached across the table to hold his hand. But he kept his eyes on hers, wondering what was coming next." Thank you, Matthew. I don't know what I would have done. This is the best news I've had all day. I've got a few things to pack up still at the apartment, but most of the stuff I need is in my car. I needed to keep busy earlier." Matt chuckled a little. "Yeah, I noticed as I came in." While the contact was nothing special, really a gesture of thanks and appreciation, Matt missed the feel of her hand when she pulled it back into her lap. He was intrigued by the reaction, but he put it down to being caught up at the moment.' Feeling a little like the knight in shining armor that rescues the damsel in distress? She's grateful, and you're all mushy over it too. That's all.'" Hey, I promised that we'd get a little something while we were here, so how about we celebrate this little victory of yours?" Matt stood up, and stepped over to Kate's seat. He raised an arm in the direction of the counter. "After you." For all the relief that she felt, Matt seemed just as happy to be able to help her out. It seemed they had come to a deal, and fairly easily too. They had matching smiles on their faces and for a moment there was silence between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Some people needed the surrounding space to always be full. Chatter, music, background noise, but always something going on. Kate wasn't like that and had never been afraid of a bit of silence, and it seemed Matt was the same way. She signed, sitting back in her chair a bit and trying to keep herself from thinking about the next step she had to take. There was so much to do, but she wanted to enjoy this moment. She did flush a little when he mentioned that he had seen that her car was packed, but he didn't say it in a way that felt judgmental. This was all so new for her, and it was going to be an active effort on her part to humble herself a bit. This was a lot of help that she was asking for, and it was going to be difficult to come to terms with it. Matt mentioned that he had been serious about grabbing something to eat before standing and motioning for her to go in front of him towards the counter. He was always such a gentleman and so polite and Kate flashed him another smile as she stood and headed up towards where they would order. Approaching the barista, she took a quick look at the menu before placing her order. "A caramel macchiato and chocolate chip muffin, please," She said. Kate stood closer than usual to Matt so that they would pick up that they were the same order, and she stepped to the side slightly once she was finished so that he could place his order and pay. It had been a while since she'd shared an apartment with a man. Her last ex had eventually moved out much to her relief, and since then she had pretty much been on her own. It was nice to have a place to yourself, but she did miss having someone else around. Not that they would be glued to the hip or anything, but having Matt around would be nice. If she was being honest, it was also about the same amount of time since she'd gotten laid. Kate tried not to think about the fact that holding his hand and feeling him behind her in line was probably the most contact she'd had with a man in a while. There wasn't anything to it. It was just the relief from having a place to stay, and it wasn't worth looking into any further than that. Kate brushed off the thought and flashed Matt a quick smile as they waited for their order. "So, any bad habits I need to know about, Rookie?" She teased, raising her eyebrows. Matt followed Kate up to the counter, his mind fixated on what he wanted to order when he got there. Sometimes, he knew the moment he walked in what he wanted to get, but other times, like then, it was almost overwhelming trying to narrow down what he wanted. He was there to help Kate, not necessarily to get himself something to eat or drink. Kate delivered her order with a confidence that made him a little jealous. He scanned the list, and went for what was more or less a default for him. "Plain black, and a choc-chip muffin as well. I'm paying for hers and mine." The transaction complete, he took the polite step to the side to allow the other caffeine addicts their chance to get their hit of choice. He lifted an eyebrow at the question. "Depends on what you consider to be bad." He smiled a little before he continued. "I have been known to hum the Macarena from time to time, as well as leaving the seat up on the restroom. Apart from that, nothing that comes to mind. What about you? Wander around in your underwear during the day? Leave the stockings hanging in the bathroom? Wait, the last one is not something that will bother me as you'll have your own bathroom." When the barista called their order, Matt went and picked his up and return to the table they had been sitting at. He took a sip of his coffee, letting out a long breath as the bitter liquid worked its magic." When you're ready, come on over, and I'll help you get moved in. I'm not doing much the next couple of days, so I'm flexible time wise. I already have a spare key cut, so you'll have access right away. Furthermore, I'll save the rest of the conditions for when you get there. Nothing major. Since I know you, things will go a little quicker as there won't be a lot to cover off." He raised the coffee cup a little. "Here's to a hopefully short stay." Matt was pretty sure that Kate understood the true meaning of what he said; a short stay meant troubles dealt with quickly, and she'd be able to get back on her feet again. Kate couldn't help but laugh as Matt confessed his bad habits. She had always loved his sense of humor and wasn't surprised he was able to lighten her mood on a day like today." Well if I'll have my own bathroom then I guess you'll be able to leave the toilet seat up all you like!" She smiled, putting a finger to her chin as if she was thinking really hard about her own bad habits. "For the record, prancing around in my underwear during the day is comfortable, if you haven't, you should try it! I have been known to fall asleep watching TV in the evenings so just ignore my snoring." She giggled, bumping her shoulder into his arm. It didn't take much longer for the barista to call their order, so she headed up with Matt and they each grabbed their respective items and moved back to the table. Once seated Kate took a sip of her drink and hummed a little at the taste, feeling the caffeine start to suffuse her body and set things right. He offered her to come over and get set up whenever, and she was grateful for that. Matt had always been easy to get along with, and she wasn't worried in the slightest that things would be weird between them. Sipping her coffee as he spoke, she found herself almost looking forward to staying with him. Her troubles would probably keep her up at night, but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she and Matt would manage to have fun. Raising his coffee cup he toasted her, wishing her a short stay which she laughed at again. Kate knew he meant that he hoped her problems would be resolved and didn't take offense. "Cheers to that! Although, I'm an excellent house guest and a lot of fun in general. You might not want me to leave." She winked, taking another sip of her drink." As far as moving in, I'm all packed to the gills now. Do you mind if I just follow you over, get everything inside and go over what you'd like to discuss, and then I can head back to my place and keep moving stuff around?" Setting her coffee down she started digging into the muffin, enjoying the sweetness of it. "Cheers to that! Although, I'm an excellent house guest and a lot of fun in general. You might not want me to leave." Matt chuckled at her quip. At one level, having her as a more permanent house guest was a good idea, but she wouldn't be a guest.' Just keep in mind, you're helping her out. If things happen, they happen.'" As far as moving in, I'm all packed to the gills now. Do you mind if I just follow you over, get everything inside and go over what you'd like to discuss, and then I can head back to my place and keep moving stuff around?"" Well, that's not a problem. We can definitely do that. But first, let's enjoy what we've got here, then we'll get you started moving in." He took another sip of his coffee as Kate got stuck into her muffin. To a degree, he was looking forward to her moving in, mainly because he had geared himself up to sharing his house with someone, and like many of his plans involving other people, nothing had happened on that front.' I least I am getting a somewhat known factor in the roommate being Kate. Still, there is stuff yet to learn, but getting to know a friend better? Who would say no to that?'" Hey, I know how hard it must have been to ask for this level of help. I wanted to let you know that you did well in asking. If I wasn't able to help out directly, like this, I'd sure help you find somewhere to stay. I must say, it feels good to be able to help you in a real, tangible way when you need it. Just focus on dealing with the shit you're in, and not worry about the rest of it. Also, if you need an ear to bend, I have at least one spare for you." He nodded to reinforce the point, before he proceeded to attack his own muffin. He seemed happy to let her move in that day, and that was a big obstacle over and done with. Kate genuinely felt like she could relax, at least a part of her immediate future was settled and something that she didn't have to worry about. The change in her demeanor was obvious, she was already smiling more, and her shoulders weren't so tense. If Matt needed any evidence about how much he was helping her out it would be right in front of him, sitting across the table. She enjoyed the muffin and her coffee, the silence between them comfortable. The muffin was delicious, the chocolate melting in her mouth with each bite that she took. With the weight off her shoulders, she found herself looking forward to moving in with Matt, at least for a little bit. Sometimes moving in with friends is a bad idea, she had heard horror stories about it. People who had been best friends as kids becoming college roommates and coming out of that experience hating each other. She didn't think that would happen to her and Matt. They were both pretty easy going, and it sounded like she was going to have a bit of her own space which would help if things got to be too much. She looked up from her food when he started talking again, tilting her head to the side as she listened. He applauded her for reaching out and asking for help. Matt expressed that he was glad to be able to help, and that he would be there if she needed to vent. His praise made her feel good. Better than she expected to feel, from the warmth blooming in her center. That was unexpected, and she squeezed her thighs together and squirmed a bit in her seat. What on earth was going on with her? Why was she so affected by his simple words? Perhaps it was just the relief that she felt at knowing that he didn't resent her for putting him in this position. Her feelings were being validated, and it just went to show what a caring and considerate man Matt was. Either way, she smiled at him." Thank you, Matt. It wasn't easy, but I'm so grateful that you are opening your home to me. I can't stress enough what a relief it is. Who knows, maybe when I get back on my feet I'll start paying you for the room if things work out." She grinned again, watching him eat his own muffin. It didn't take them much longer to finish. They didn't rush, but the place was starting to get crowded and once they finished their muffin it seemed like it was time to head out." Do you want to lead the way, and I'll follow?" She asked, grabbing her cup and her trash to toss on the way out. Kate smiled at him again. Once more, he was delighted to see her smile, and this one was even better than the previous ones. She was obviously starting to relax, the stress of having somewhere to stay no longer weighing her down. It did make him feel good to know he was helping her out in a very tangible way.' Damn, she really is a good-looking woman. It would be nice... Stop it! Think with your head, Matt.'" Thank you, Matt. It wasn't easy, but I'm so grateful that you are opening your home to me. I can't stress enough what a relief it is. Who knows, maybe when I get back on my feet I'll start paying you for the room if things work out."" Hey, while I like the thought of you paying your way, don't fuss over it until you've got everything else sorted. We can work out some way of you thanking me for this later. Deal with the real problems first, OK?" Matt drank his coffee and slowly ate his muffin, just enjoying the food and the company. It was good to relax every now and again, even if it meant disrupting his routine a little to do so. But the coffee shop was a nice place to be, and Kate was good company to have as well. In what felt like no time had passed, it was all gone." Do you want to lead the way, and I'll follow?"" Sure. Are you ready?" With that, they were off. Matt waited for Kate to see where his car was located, and he pulled out slowly enough to allow her to get behind him. The traffic was light enough that no one tried to get between them on the trip home. Matt's place was in a relatively quiet suburb. The street was lined with enough trees to make it look nice without creating visual problems. One of those trees was outside his house, which provided a little privacy by helping to break up the outline of the house. Like a good number of them, his place was a double story house with a garage big enough for two vehicles. As he turned into the driveway, he punched the controller button and the door opened. He pulled into the left side of the garage and hopped out straight away. He flagged Kate to pull into the empty space to his right. Once she was in, he closed the door and moved over to her car." Welcome home." He held his arms up to encompass the interior of the garage door. "It doesn't look like much right now, but wait until you get to see your room. Which box would you like me to carry for you?" Matt was kind and very careful to make sure she saw his car pulling out so that she could follow him. He drove slowly enough that she didn't have any trouble staying behind him and the traffic wasn't bad at all. Kate was at least pretty sure she had been to his place once before for a party or get together. Nothing super fancy, but of all things she remembered the tree outside his house. It was a beautiful two-story place with a massive garage, or at least massive to her who had only ever had street parking. It seemed like such a luxury to be able to pull your car in and lock everything up tightly for the night. He directed her to park on the other side next to his car, and the garage was big enough that he could shut the door and still move around the cars. When he said"Welcome home." Kate couldn't help but flush, excited and flattered that he was being so welcoming." Thank you. I forgot how lovely your place is, and we've only made it to the garage!" She laughed, turning back to the car. Digging through, she was able to pull out a couple of boxes, eagerly dumping one into his arms and carrying one herself. "This one works, thanks again Matt. Lead the way!" She laughed and waited for him to step into the house, following behind and making note of how to get in and out so she hopefully wouldn't have to ask him for directions later. Kate felt excited to move forward. Matt was incredible so far, and she couldn't wait to get settled in and see how things played out between them. If anything, she expected it to bring them closer together as friends. Matt made a little show of being overloaded while Kate dumped boxes into his arms. When she was done, he quit joking, straightened up and headed for the door into the house proper." This way." The door opened into a large living room. There was a long sofa, with a couple of single-seater sofas, all placed to face the large flat screen set on the wall. To their left was the front door, and the right was the kitchen area. Matt led Kate toward the kitchen, but took a hard right to reach the stairs. He took them two at a time, but waited at the top for Kate to catch up." Sorry. I was feeling a little boyish for some reason." He nodded to his right, and walked down the hall until he reached the end. There were doors on either side, directly opposite each other. He paused outside the door on the left, before juggling the boxes a little to allow him to open the door." This is your room, Kate." The room was functional, but otherwise bare. A queen-sized bed took pride of place, alongside a pair of bedside tables each with two drawers. On the left side of the room were two doors, both of the closed. Matt walked over to the bed and gently put the boxes down." Behind door number one," Matt pointed to the door closest to the hallway, "you have a decent sized walk in wardrobe. You should be able to fit everything in there, unless you've turned into a professional clothes-horse. Behind door number two, you will find a bathroom, with all the things such a room needs. While it is not spacious... like mine," he grinned in a cheeky manner, "You definitely have enough room to do what you need to do in there." Down the other end of the hallway is my bedroom, and opposite that is my office. You'll tell which is which as my office has a security scanner to let me in. There is sensitive information in there, as well as some expensive hardware, so I need to keep it secure. I am serious about this, but if you go in there, I will throw you out of here pretty much on the spot. The other room across the hall is a general store room at the moment, so if there is stuff of yours that doesn't fit in your room, we'll archive it in there." Downstairs, you saw the living room and kitchen. There is a dining area as well, along with another smaller bathroom, laundry and a games room. Now, I will get you a remote for the garage door, probably tomorrow at the latest, and I will grab your key for you when I head downstairs." Let me think... oh, not I think this will be an issue in the immediate future, but having friends over. Having as social get together is fine, as long as you warn me about it. Nothing too wild, and we'll be fine. If you're planning on having a special someone over, again let me know. Keep it PG-13 in the 'public' parts of the house. I won't intrude, but I will go where I need to go, if you know what I mean." Unless there is anything else that you want to know right now, let's get the rest of your stuff out of the car, and you can get started settling in." Kate laughed as Matt joked around, pretending he was carrying too much weight and wobbling back and forth. He had always been a goofball, even when they had been at university together, and she was glad to see much hadn't changed. It made him easier to get along with, she thought. He led her through the house. The living room and kitchen looked much the same as she had remembered it from whatever party he had thrown previously. She remembered at that time that she was struck by how much his place didn't seem like a bachelor pad. He either paid someone to do it for him or had good taste in decorating, making the place seem homey and comfortable and still functional. Laughing again as he took the stairs two by two, she followed him to the second floor. He headed to the door on the left, opening it after adjusting the boxes in his grip. The room was perfect. A queen-sized bed which would be nice, so she could spread out and sleep how she wanted, was flanked by two bedside tables. That was really all the furniture she wanted or needed, as Kate was not really one for clutter. The first door closest to the hallway was a walk-in closet that could easily fit all of her things. The second door hid a bathroom that was perfect, a shower stall, toilet, and sink. Once more Kate felt like relying on Matt was truly the right option. This was perfectly comfortable and would give her a place to get back on her feet. In his easy, nonchalant way, he made the rules of the house clear. Nothing was a dealbreaker, obviously, and she nodded as he explained that she absolutely could not go into his office. Kate had no interest in poking around anyway, and noted that it was probably best to just stay in her room or entertain herself downstairs." Thank you. I'm not generally a nosy person so no worries on that account. Everything sounds great, this is exactly what I needed to get my troubles sorted out and figure out what my next step is." She grinned at the thought of having people over and needing to keep things 'PG-13'. "I'll keep the wild parties and crazy sex to a minimum, it seems like the least I could do." Although she flushed a little bit at the joke, she knew it was one Matt would appreciate. Laughing, they headed downstairs and got the rest of her things into her new bedroom. Matt left her alone for a bit to get things sorted. She had brought sheets and blankets from home, as well as some towels and other linens to make things feel a bit more homey for her. In an hour or so she had her room set up as best as she could manage and most of her things unpacked which was a huge relief. She would have to spend some time back at her apartment over the next few days cleaning up and packing up the rest of her stuff, but the worst of that was over. Changing into a t-shirt and some sweats, Kate headed downstairs to the living room. It was around lunchtime so she was going to offer to make something if Matt was down there, and if not she would prepare something for herself and see if anything needed cleaning. Kate's reaction to his rules went over as he had hoped and expected. He was getting a good vibe from her as a potential rookie, plus how well he knew her on top of that meant that things would go smoothly for them. Sure, he would be a little out of pocket, not having a paying tenant, but that was not something he would dwell on. He was helping a good friend, and if she was able to pay him back in some manner, then it would be a bonus. The rest of her possessions were moved in without any issue, and in what felt like no time, she had everything in her room." Well, I'll leave you to it. I have some work to get done. If you need me, the best thing to do is send me a text. Knocking on the door may not work as I sometimes listen to music while I work." Matt headed off to his office, sat down and started going through his emails to see what he had missed while helping Kate. Nothing he had waiting was urgent, so he moved onto his current project. It took all of about three minutes to forget that he had someone else in the house as he focused on his work. He found his groove and time just vanished. He would have kept going if his stomach hadn't complained to him about lunch." All right there, tiger. I'll go and get something to eat. But I hope like hell that I haven't been too distracted by eating when I get back." He made his way downstairs to the kitchen, arriving in time to see Kate taking her lunch to the table to eat." Damn, if I had been five minutes earlier, I would have got you to make my lunch." He laughed at his own attempt at humor. "Seriously, though, it's fine. Enjoy your lunch. Oh, you can watch anything that takes your fancy on the TV, and when you're ready, I'll set you up to use the Wi-Fi. Same thing as with the partying; be reasonable and don't do anything illegal." As Matt approached the cupboard to grab a plate, he cast a quick glance back at Kate. It was the first time he had ever seen her in totally casual wear. There had been times when they gathered at someone's house, and people dressed casually, but he had not seen many of their friends dressed in 'around the house' gear before. He liked what he saw, but quickly pulled himself back before going down that rabbit hole." Oh... never mind. I was about to ask you something then I realized it was probably something that is none of my business. I'm still getting used to the whole rookies thing." He turned his attention back to his lunch, and started raiding the fridge and pantry for everything he needed. He was halfway through making his sandwiches when he paused and looked over at Kate." I do have one question, though. What plans do you have for the rest of the day, now that you've got a roof over your head?" Matt hadn't been downstairs when she had left her room. He had said that he was going to be working and not to bother him, so Kate wasn't worried. It still felt a little weird, being in someone else's house and trying to make herself comfortable. She was sure that eventually this would become her new normal, but change was always weird. Especially when it wasn't of her own volition. Throwing together a sandwich, she also took a minute to explore the fridge and pantry. There were plenty of healthy options for snacks or food, as well as some more indulgent favorites. It felt oddly personal to be going through Matt's kitchen, but Kate kept telling herself that it wasn't like she was snooping. She had to learn where everything was and wanted to bother her new landlord as little as possible when doing so. After making a mental note of where the plates, cups, and silverware were she grabbed her sandwich and seated herself in the dining area. Curling one long leg underneath her, she pulled out her phone and started scrolling. The past few hours had been so incredibly busy that it felt lovely to sit and peruse social media. She still had so much to do, but for a few minutes she was able to relax. To her surprise Matt joined her, teasing her about making him lunch as well. She chuckled, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated manner as if she was exasperated with him already. Kate was still getting used to the 'rookies' thing too. It had been a while since she had lived with someone else, and things were bound to be a little strange at first. She wasn't too worried. Matt had always been easy to get along with, and she didn't consider herself high maintenance. In the middle of making his own lunch, he asked what her plans were for the rest of the day." Well, I have to meet with the apartment complex where I was living. It sounds like they'll let me sublease the apartment with the furniture in it, so I don't have to worry about moving the big stuff. There's still a little bit left to clean up out of there, so I'll probably run over and try to take care of that. I have a phone call with my lawyer; she's protesting the court who froze my assets. She told me not to expect much, but I trust her." Kate sighed. "In short, nothing fun." She flashed him a rueful smile. After another minute or so she had finished her sandwich, leaning back and resting her arms in her lap." Other than that, I'm going to have to find something to keep me busy. I'll spend some time picking up around here every day and doing whatever needs to be done. I'm sure I'll find something though." She shrugged. "How about you? How do you usually spend your evenings when you're not working?" "How about you? How do you usually spend your evenings when you're not working?"" Well, for the last two years, I have made sure that I am not working. I shut the "office" at five-thirty every week night, and never enter there on the weekend. Now, tonight, I had plans on sitting down and continuing my Star Trek, The Next Generation binge session. Watch two, maybe three episodes before going to bed. Feel free to join me if you want." I know setting up and running your own business is tough, and I am only a one-man outfit. But to have it all taken away from you, like that? I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like. I'm sorry about what happened to you, and I wouldn't wish on anyone, save a few assholes from university." Matt shook his head. "I just don't get why someone would do that? You go out of your way to give them a job, and they do shit like that? I have thought about getting someone to help out from time to time, but I never had the time to go through with it. Hearing this, I'm kinda glad that I am shouldering all the burdens myself." Matt took a few more mouthfuls of food, chewing casually while lost in thought. He internally shuddered to think of someone doing that to him, and how badly he would be if in Kate's shoes. He had family he could fall back on in an emergency, so he would have a place to stay without the issues Kate had. Furthermore, he never thought of himself as lucky, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he was truly fortunate on a number of levels." Is there anything else you want or need from me at the moment? I'm sure that you can find your way to anywhere you need to get to, like shops, lawyer's office and the like. I'm new to this level of helping someone. Furthermore, I don't want you to feel that I am getting in the way, or being too nosy." But, to get back on track, what would you be doing on a normal night after work?" Matt was so easy to be around. He had this way of commiserating without pitying her and making things uncomfortable. As they both sat and ate they chatted, and he confessed that he couldn't imagine being betrayed by someone he had taken on. Kate knew the feeling. She was still struggling to wrap her mind around what had happened, and it made her feel a little better that he struggled with the same thought." It's left me a bit speechless, as far as the subject goes. I... Well, I trusted her, and now I've been royally screwed." She grinned a bit sardonically. "I'm sure she had her reasons, but God... I just don't get it." Kate sighed, taking a minute to try to remember if there were any signs, anything that she could have seen that would have keyed her in to any of this happening. Nothing had been out of the ordinary, nothing had been strange or weird. What a mess. He broke through her thoughts when he asked if there was anything else he could do for her. She couldn't think of anything, but it made her smile that he was willing to admit he wasn't sure what to do. Resting her chin on her hand, she grinned across at him." I don't think there's anything else you can do, Matt. I'm so grateful for everything you've already done, I don't know how I'll ever thank you." Her voice had gotten soft for a second as she thanked him, genuine gratitude there." As far as a normal evening, I don't want nerdy TV shows, that's for sure," She teased him, sticking her tongue out at him. "I'd usually do some yoga to stretch and relax after a long day of work. Maybe a movie or some TV as background noise while I read, nothing fancy." Kate shrugged. "But maybe I'll join you for some Star Trek if you promise not to tell anyone!" Kate waited for him to finish eating and then gathered both of their plates and cups and headed back to the kitchen. She set about washing everything, bringing in a wet cloth to wipe down the table. It felt good, doing something for Matt. There was a distinct before and after: a dirty table and dishes that were now clean. It was satisfying in a way that Kate hadn't expected. "Nerdy TV show?" Matt's voice was clearly exaggerated. "I'll have you know that it is far from a nerdy TV show. Anyway, if you're going to read with some background noise, then you're fine to sit with me. And as for not telling anyone, that would depend on the offer to buy my silence." When Matt finished eating, he was surprised that Kate took his plate and cup and headed back to the kitchen. In his slight state of shock, he found his gaze drifting to her rear before it vanished from sight. It definitely had gained the advantage of her yoga." Stop it, Matt," he whispered to himself. "Sure, she's good-looking, but she's a friend, not some casual fuck-buddy." Matt stood up and made his way to the kitchen. He wanted to tell Kate about the normal routine with the dirty kitchen objects, but he brought himself to a stop at the doorway when he saw Kate cleaning everything. He was going to tell her to just rinse everything then place it all in the dishwasher for an overnight cleaning. Once she was done, he moved out of the way as she returned to clean the table of the few scraps that littered it after their lunch." Thank you, Kate. If you're looking for something to do, any more general cleaning would be appreciated. Anyway, I'm going to head back to the office to knock off some more of the owed work I have. Tonight, I was planning on getting some pizza, so if there is anything that takes your fancy, let me know." It was only after he was back in his office when he allowed his mind to show him the image of Kate in the classic French Maid outfit dusting some part of the lounge room. He blinked slowly, and let out a long sigh."OK, so maybe I should just let these thoughts happen so they'll go away sooner than trying to fight them. Hamm... maybe I'll get to see her doing some of her yoga at some point." Matt took a deep breath, sat down and successfully focused on his outstanding work.

An Agreement (marauder13 & Soumis)|rating:4.0

Surviving the end (Akumamika & Doomglazer)

The old shuttle bus was a mess, at least three people had been sick going over what was left of the interstate roads and everyone was hot, even with all the windows open to let air in it was stifling! It was hot and sticky, and it stank in there, but it was the last bus to pass through Louise's hometown. She wished her mother had got on the bus with her, but she gave up her seat to a younger mother whose baby was quite frail looking. They had to get off in the last city, turns out the baby was infected, and the driver was taking no chances. Louise was a typical looking nineteen-year-old girl, well she would be if she didn't cut her hair into a black crop and wore mainly jeans and t-shirts. Up until all this crap started she'd helped out in her father's shop, fixing up engines and doing body work for cars and bikes. He got killed in the first week of this, well there was no word for it really but if there was such a thing as the apocalypse Louise would guess it would be this. Fear and terror ripping people apart, people panicking and running about like headless chickens. She huffed and lowered her head into her hands, propped up on her knees. No one on the shuttle spoke to one another, everyone was out for themselves these days. The shuttle stopped very suddenly, sending half the passengers careening forwards from their seats, Louise included, and stuck on the bottom of the dog pile. The driver was leaning awkwardly in his seat, a gory red splatter where his head one was. Louise stared in shock as everyone else began to panic. Grabbing bags, trampling one another, one even forced his whole weight onto Louis's shin, snapping it in the process. She screamed but was muffled by someone's purse being shoved in her face to make room for people to get past. The shuttle was being rocked and pelted with stones. Some got out and ran for it, others became trapped under it as it began rolling down the steep banking. Louise grabbed a seat when she managed to get in position and held on as the bus rolled and bounced and crashed down into the sands below. She couldn't hear the screaming anymore, though that may be because the blood was rushing in her ears. Once the bus came to a complete stop Louise lay on her back on the ceiling of it, panting hard and forcing back cries of pain, severely bruised and lame she didn't want to start attracting attention from anyone just yet. She wiped blood from under her nose and swat from her face with her t-shirt. Everything seemed to be quiet now, from what she could see out of the smashed windows was sand and dirt. Good no one was near the bus, the smell of gasoline penetrated the blood in her nose and she knew it was time to go. Dragging herself through the debris in the shuttle she pulled herself out of one of the windows and winced as her leg caught on the wire frames. “Fucking dammit!” She hissed out and pulled it free, cursing again before looking around for anything that would be of help. The only thing in sight other than the road, not a safe option, was a speck in the sand in the other direction. It took hours to cover just a mile or so of dry earth. In fairness, it was a very slow crawl, if her leg wasn't broken she'd have run that distance in fifteen minutes, if that. Her fingernails were bleeding by the time she reached the small stone structure, an ancient looking well. She breathed a sigh of relief and yanked the rope to bring up the bucket, luckily it was mostly full. After drinking her fill she tried to wash away the worst of the blood and dirt encrusted wounds and pulled up her jeans, wincing as the tight material pulled over the tender break. It looked pretty bad, at least it didn't break through the skin, or she would have passed out. But she was sure that between the knee and the ankle it wasn't supposed to stick out like that, and the mottled black and purple bruising looked bad enough without the throbbing pain in it. Fuck! She had no medical experience other than CPR so she could do nothing about this. It was just too damn hot and after everything that just happened she was exhausted and sore. The girl leaned her head back against the old well and closed her eyes, trying to think of what to do but exhaustion won out in the end, and she eventually passed out. By nightfall, she was on her side, her leg sticking out awkwardly and her arm under her head to keep her from breathing in the dust on the ground. "Now that was a nice raid" I yelled to my fellow raiders on their dirt bikes. "Did ya see that guys head explode, it was just a watermelon going POP"One of the guys started laughing "Yeah nice shot Axelle""Yeah I know, to bad the guy kept his Dame foot on the gas otherwise we would have had a nice bus"Axelle is part of one of many raiding gangs roaming the barren wasteland. These raiding gangs take whatever they please. And they prefer to take it with violence. They even have their own markets where they sell of parts of cars and junk and ammo. But the most profitable is the Slave market. And that's just what Axelle's gang is specialized in. But Axelle wasn't always part of a raiding gang, in her younger years she was known as Axel. A young boy living on the outskirts of a big city. As he was growing up he noticed that his body wasn't very masculine. At the age of 18 he decided to have some operations that's turned him into a woman the only thing he had left from his manliness was his cock. And she found out pretty fast that you can get allot more done when you're a girl then a when you're a man.5 years later the Apocalypse happened. She roamed the country looking for ways to survive and that was pretty easy for a good-looking woman. She used that to her advantage to get free rides or even free food or water. Then on year 6 ATA (After The Apocalypse) something happened what changed her life forever. She was minding her own business in 1 of the few bars when a couple of guys started harassing her. She told them that she would rather be left alone. But off course then men where drunk and saw an easy target in the girl. She told them once more to leave her alone and gave them a fair warning that they wouldn't survive it if they continued. Well one of the men came to her and put his hand on her breasts." Sir I have warned you 2 times now and if you value your live take your hand of me" "What are you going to do sugar lips"His words where not a second old or Axelle took a knife out her left boot and in a flash put the men hand on the table and pinned it with the knife on the table. The man was screaming of pain and tried to pull the knife away with his free hand. At that moment she took another knife and pinned his hand onto his other hand on the table." Damm you bitch" One of the other guys made a move to attack her, 10 seconds later he was lying on the floor bleeding out of his mouth. She looked at the third one and he backed away. She sat down and continued her drink." Damm woman that were some impressive moves you got there" a voice said from the back of the bar. From that moment on she joined the raiding gang. Roaming the lands for slaves. She went to the bus to see if there was anything of value in there, but then she saw marks in the sand leading away from the bus. You guys go on ahead I'm gonna look at this trail. Night was falling, and she could see a body next to an old well. She came closer and saw a young woman with a broken leg sleeping. She kicked her to wake up. "Son of a bitch!" Louise jumped almost a foot off the ground at the sudden impact and regretted it immediately, grasping her leg and hissing between her teeth. The pain made it difficult to see through the black tunnel in her vision and once it subsided she looked up, resting her back against the well. She was a little confused seeing a woman standing over her, and it took her awhile to really focus. "What?" She snapped, clearly this woman was not going to be helpful if her manner of waking her was a swift kick to the gut. "If you're looking for food I don't have any, and I'm not exactly going to stop you taking water from this." She patted the stone behind her but continued to glare up at the woman, she was never in a good mood when waking up, especially when in pain and hungry. The last few hours replayed swiftly in her mind and her glare intensified. "If you're with those twits who totaled the shuttle you can clear off, if there's anything left of it help yourself." Finally breaking eye contact she looked down at her leg, wincing at the sight of it, it looked worse than before and with nothing to splint it with she feared it would either need removing or she would die out here till someone more helpful came along, a long shot of a hope. "Well well well it can speak." And your in no position to make any kind of demands""And if I want something I just take it I don't ask"While she was saying that, she looked at the girl and admired her fighting skill. Broken leg, nowhere to go but still have the balls to snap bag in an underdog position." So it seems you have a little problem with your leg"Axelle bent through her legs and looked Louise straight in her eyes"You going to thank me later for this." While she was saying that she swung hard arm and her fist hit Louise in the face. Louise passed out on the ground. "I'd better fix her up or otherwise she won't be worth anything on the slave market" she mumbled to herself. She took out some liquor and some wraps of clothing and 3 wooden parts that were lying around." I hope she is worth it'm not happy spilling my liquor"and she poorer the liquor over the open wound and washed her hands with it. She took the leg and popped it back in place, she closed the wound with a needle and a fine piece of wire. Then she made a splint on the leg so it would heal better. After all that was done she was happy with her work. "Dame I'm good at this, seems my medical studies are paying off"She tied up Louise and then put her head down for a rest The girl looked up again and scowled at the woman invading her personal space." You going to thank me later for this." While she was saying that she swung hard arm and her fist hit Louise in the face. Louise was about to speak when the blow to the face hit, she hit the ground and her eyes closed. Dammit that hurt! For a while she was blissfully unconscious and didn't feel what the woman was doing to her, she figured if she was going to be killed it would have happened already, but her body still ached even in her state. She awoke again to the sunrise and groaned, holding her head as it pounded in response to the infuriating light burning her eyes. "Fuck!" She growled before pulling herself up to sit, and blinked at the coverings on her leg, that was unexpected, as was the head of the woman on her hip. Annoyed but thinking it was probably best not to snap at her after she'd gone to the trouble to splint her leg. Instead, she managed to position herself against the well and tossed the bucket back into it, holding the end of the rope. Once she felt the bite she pulled it back up, flicking some at the woman before drinking a little herself. She didn't say anything and just offered the water bucket to her. "Thanks for the water, and how is the leg doing?" I asked. Ï hope you rested well because we have a long walk ahead of us"I stood up, looked around and found a large stick that Louise could use to take the weight of her injured leg." This will do"I looked at Louise and said, "don't support too much on that broken leg just yet I just set it so keep all the weight of it""Here use this, it will help you walk"I put the stick next to the well and looked a round for useful supplies. But other than some animal bones and dust there wasn't anything worthwhile to take along. That nights rest did Axelle well since she knew they were in for a long trip back to the main raider camp. She checked all her gear and all her weapons because it was possible they would encounter another raider gang trying to steal her slave so she had to be prepared for the worst. Because she found Louise she was automatically property of Axelle, those were the rules of the raiding party. In general, she could do with her what she wanted. Sell her on the slave market for some money or keep her as her own pet, or even as her maid. She had a lot of options. But first she had to bring her back to main camp in one piece. And that alone is going to be a challenge." So you're ready to go?" As she was saying that she took a better look at her body. "Mmm she is sweet, nice body, nice tits I'm going to keep her to myself"She looked at Louise and helped her to get up. Louise ignored the question, still a little pissed off that she got slugged in the face from the night before. She began pushing herself upright, keeping the weight off her leg anyway and rolling her eyes at the woman who reminded her to keep the weight off. She was most of the way up, but her arms were shaking from the effort, she accepted the help from her would be savior but still said nothing, taking the stick to help keep her balance. Her usually quite strong body was not quite over the shock of yesterday just yet, which annoyed her greatly as she managed to limp along next to the woman, if she was going to survive her chances were better with her, even if there wasn't a good chance that she was not a raider." So you're ready to go?"" As I'll ever be, not like I can take the bus anymore is it?" She asked, not masking the accusations very well behind that remark. She remained silent after that, limping along back to the road, leaning on her stick as much as possible. "Well the bus is temporary out of order, the driver had a splitting headache" I said that half laughing." So your ok with that leg or should I help you?" I was walking a bit slower so I could see her from the back and take a look at that nice curvy ass." Thank god I found you otherwise you'd be eaten by Wild Dogs". I was keeping my eyes and ears open because I knew other Raiders where probably attracted by the fire the bus made. I also checked all my weapons, had 2 knives with me and a sniper rifle. In my younger years I underwent special close combat training with knives. Since I was a good-looking girl in that time I had a lot of attention of the opposite sex. And they weren't always friendly. That's why I got these special lessons in self defense. The teacher who gave the lessons saw that I had real potential so he taught me how to defend myself with 2 knifes. After my training he gave me 2 knifes, and they had an inscription in them, one had Life in it the other one Let Life.It's a sweet reminder that they were only to be used for self-defense. I walk back next to Louise and asked if she wanted something to drink. "It's going to be a long walk at least until nightfall then we should reach base camp" Louise rolled her eyes at the macabre joke and kept liming along, a nervous at having the armed woman walking behind her. "I can manage it for now I think, a drink would be very welcome though." After taking a mouthful she handed it back. "Not to seem rude or anything, but I have to ask. Why are you helping me?" She had her suspicions but didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet. "If your thirsty, just ask. I'm not going to let you dry out, not after all the effort I did to fix your leg." Axelle stopped grabbed the bottle of water and hands it over to Louise. "Here you are now drank" I take the bottle back after she had a drink and put it back in my backpack"Well I'm not going to beat around the bush, I'm a Raider and you're my prisoner plain and simple as that""Now you don't have to worry, well maybe a little nothing is going to happen to you"I explain to Louise the finer rules of being a Raider. One of the basic rules are what you find first is you to keep or trade or sell." So Louise since I found you first, it's my choice what I do with you. I could trade you for ammo or fuel or even some car parts. Or I can sell you for some Dollars." Axelle saw the desperation in Louise's eyes. "But I'm not going to do that to you, you're a way to fine specimen to trade up or to sell, this Raider will probably will just use you as there fucking doll and when they are done with you chain you and hire you out to anybody who pays enough to fuck you."" I'm going to keep you, and you can be my personal slave, and ill make sure nobody touches you or treats you with disrespect."" To me that last sounds a bit better than the fucking doll part I guess" Louise felt bile rise up in her throat hearing that this woman was a raider and all manner of creepy and vile visions came to mind as she spoke, she was not in the least bit comforted by the thought of being a personal slave to this woman, even if the alternative was worse. She shook her head and swallowed the acidic bile so she wouldn't be sick. "Yeah.great... Unless you looking for a mechanic I won't be much use at domestic stuff.kept maybe doing small stuff like washing up." She glared at the woman, but it lacked any real hatred, she had saved her after all so she felt obligated to pay her back, but she didn't intend to be a slave for anyone. "Ow you're a mechanic, now I found a real gem." "A good-looking girl that can fix anything with wheels". Axelle was smiling when she said that. If you're a good mechanic in this world you can make top Dollars, since everything is old it brakes down allot. And Raiders need there transport for their job. Axelle was very happy with that news."Ill-treat you with the respect you deserve but I can't let the rest of the world know I'm too soft on you, so once in a while I'm going to shout and throw stuff at you, but that's just a way to keep the smoke screen up." In the distance the Raider main camp came in sight"Another tip to survive, don't tell anybody you're a mechanic not even the big boss, or he will try to take you from me and I can't let that happen now can I". Axelle looked at Louise and made a head nudge Rolling her eyes again Louise kept silent till the camp came into view. She wasn't stupid, she knew opening her mouth would cause problems but since it was just the two of them at the moment she felt it would be beneficial to share that little tidbit. "Yeah I got it, Just expect stuff to be thrown back at you, I don't take well to loud criticisms. Even if it is just a cover, you can say whatever you like to your buddies after." She felt exhausted and would be happy to collapse on the nearest soft object to sleep, but they had a little while to go yet. "He will try to keep that in mind when I throw stuff at you" Axelle said with a smile." Well it could also be that I need some special attention when I'm alone at night in my bed" while she said that she winked to Louise." And I know you're tired, but we are almost there I can smell the BBQ already, I just hope it's not rat meat again because I'm sick of that"As they were both getting closer and closer to the main camp Axelle walked behind Louise so it would be suspicious. What an odd woman, Louise thought to herself, but it was just too damn hot to really bite back anymore. She sighed and kept walking, noticing that the woman had fallen behind her a little, confused but not worried she kept going. The barbecue did smell a little off, it wasn't any meat she was familiar with. A few men looked up at their approach, most leering at Louise making her feel quite a bit more uncomfortable with them, and she visibly tensed as one wolf whistled from somewhere in the group. "I see that the scouts have already spotted us." "And I hear Thunder is also awake."" Thunder is the wolf you hear howling so as long as I'm with you, you don't have to worry about your life." Axelle starts calling out TTHHUNNDDEERRRRR TTHHUUNNDDEERRRRR. And not long after she had called out, the wolf came running towards the duo." He has been with me since he was a pup, so he thinks I'm his mother and will guard me with his life."" So remember what I said and keep your mouth shut." As the duo came closer and closer to the camp more and more Raiders assembled near the gate. They were all curious in what Axelle brought along from her trip. The wolf was a surprise, she didn't think there were many in the desert areas around here, then again the raiders did move around quite a bit she'd heard. She kept quiet like she was told, observing the interaction with mild amusement. The men gathering around the gates however were making her feel uneasy, if she wasn't so tired and lame at the moment it wouldn't be too much of a problem. She did however have to use the stick she'd been leaning on to whack a guy's wandering hand, satisfied by the crunch she heard and watching him howl and move back to the others. A deep throaty chuckle came from one of the men, a well-built, ex-military looking bloke with a shiny bald head stepped in. "Feisty one you got there Axelle. If yer going to keep it I suggest keeping her out of sight from the boys, not many females to satisfy them." He joked with the woman, Louise just glared at him but said nothing, entertaining herself with thoughts on how to kick this brute's ass. "Yeah yeah I know, but them guys know what price they have to pay when they touch my goods""Thunder will make sure of that so they will never forget" "Isn't that right Thunder"The wolf knew that she was talking about him and got all excited and jump around against Axelle's body. After the excitement all the men went back to there usual business, while Axelle took Louise to her own private caravan. They both stepped in and Thunder took guard outside. After they entered there caravan Axelle took out her jacket and just had a top underneath it. Her big bust (90d)were a nice set firm pair with big nipples poking into the fabric of the top." Ok Louise you survived this part which is nice, now I have to check on your leg, I can do 2 things knock you out again or give you something to bite on"Axelle sets herself next to Louise, while you sat down she again looked at the hot body of Louise." I understand while all the men are frisky outside, has been a long time since they have since a woman other than me up close." In the Raider community woman where a valuable asset to have or to trade. Because there weren't a lot of good-looking woman around. Louise promptly fell into the first seat available once inside and groaned with bliss, she hated not being able to walk properly, but it couldn't be helped now. Not wanting to be knocked out again she looked at Axelle and raised an eyebrow. "As much as I love a punch to the face." She said sarcastically. "I'll take something to bite on, so long as you don't hold much value in whatever it is." She understood the men's fascination, it seemed women were more susceptible to the plague that was quickly wiping out entire cities so it wasn't too surprising." I don't think we introduced ourselves properly. I'm Louise by the way." "Axelle, please to meet you" Axelle searched and found a batting toy from her wolf."ill disinfect this, and you can use this as your batting stuff." She came back with the toy and gave it to Louise. Louise took it in her mouth while Axelle carefully inspected the wound." Its setting nicely, ill change the bandage with a fresh one and then your as good as new"While Axelle did her thing and wrapped up she asked Louise a question." So Louise how young are ya ? Louise was not amused by the toy, at least it didn't squeak she thought while Axelle was changing the wrappings around her leg, her fingers biting into the chair as well as she tried not to make a noise. When it was over she sighed in relief and took the toy out of her mouth, wincing at the bite marks she'd left. "I'm nineteen, twenty next month. What about you?" She leaned forward to listen but also to move her leg into a more comfortable position, not trusting it to move on its own just now, besides it was throbbing like a bitch and hurt like hell. "Thirty-four"Axelle replied. "But I still feel 18""You have to keep fit in these barren surroundings if you don't well your dead meat for sure." Axelle stood up and put everything back on its place." Want something to drink?" She opened the fridge and winked at Louise"As you can see I have a wide variety of drinks, from clean filtered water to a nice whiskey" That made her jaw drop, this woman did not look in her thirties. "Wow uhm.well you had me fooled, I didn't think you were that much older than me." She watched her going to the fridge, catching the wink and looking away for a moment to keep her blushing under control. "Uh yes please, nothing alcohol.actually whatever's the strongest." She hoped it would dull the pain in her leg for a while, she'd listened to some history program that medieval doctors got their patent's piss drunk to kill pain before removing useless limbs. "Than for the compliment, and you sure about that because we have some home-brewed stuff that will knock you of your socks." Axelle reached for a plain bottle of liquor and took 2 shot glasses and filled them up. She handed a glass to Louise and Said "Bottoms up" Axelle swallowed It with not fletching a face muscle." Your turn" she Said to Louise. Axelle was looking At Louise curious of she could keep a clean face."Oh, and before I forget tomorrow I have to present you to our leader, but that's Just a formality ". Louise nodded and accepted the shot glass, grimacing before knocking it back and then coughing quite violently. "Holy hell what is this stuff? Fuck it's like swallowing a cactus that's on fire." She looked at the glass and put it to one side feeling a bit light-headed. "Oh? Fine, do I need to say anything?" Dammit that stuff was strong, she sounded like she'd just run ten miles, but the good news was she wasn't worried about the pain in her leg anymore, just her throat being on fire. "Maybe something a bit weaker next time." She smiled sheepishly, she'd never drank before since she wasn't usually inclined to do so, so it was beginning to effect her a bit. "Told you it would be strong, so what about a shot of whiskey?" Axelle went back to the cabinet and took out a bottle of whiskey and poured the 2 shot glasses full again." This is a notch down but still has a kick to it." Axelle took the shot glass and poured it in without a problem. "No, you don't have to say anything just answer all his questions but remember what I said on our way back here."" He can be very impulsive so don't upset him in any way, or it may cost you your life"Axelle poured in another shot and drank it up." Now if you don't mind I'm going to take a shower, gonna wash all this dirt of me your happy to join me if you like""Water is a very precious asset around here so we can't waste any of it". She said with a smile. She went to the next room and started to undress herself. Furthermore, she started the water and asked again," so you're coming or not?" Louise nursed the second shot, feeling her head go quite fuzzy at its potency. She listened with a frown, so these raiders were just as vicious as the rumors said they were, well except this one she thought. At the mention of a shower her head came up from where she'd been staring at the floor. "Huh? oh, uhm.sure I'd like a shower I've got dust in places I'd rather forget I had." She grinned, shower sharing wasn't that uncommon, especially in areas like this. Pushing herself up off the chair and leaving her drink to one side she hobbled after Axelle, then looked down at her leg. "Won't the bandages get soaked though?" She took her top of and her big breasts (90d) where uncovered. Her breasts had big nipples, and they felt like she had them since she was born. The technology in body enhancement made great leaps the last century, so anything was possible as long as you had the money for it." Don't worry about your bandages they are waterproof" "Should I help you undress or can you handle it yourself?" Axelle was looking forward to seeing another female body naked and that close next to her in the shower she was already fantasizing. It has been a long time since she saw such a nice firm young body next to her and was hoping the booze loosened her up a little so maybe she could get frisky with her." So how long has it been since you had your last shower?"It's not uncommon to not shower for 2–3 weeks in these parts of the world. If you're in a big closed city you can shower every day. Sitting herself down Louise tugged off her own shirt and bra, proudly sporting her meager sized, D cup breasts. She looked up at Axelle and blinked for a moment. Ok so she wasn't immune to other women's figures, she'd had not done much experimenting because honestly no one interested her enough. Pulling her eyes up to the women face she remembered she'd been asked something. "Oh uh. I think my jeans need cutting, the swelling's got pretty bad, so I can't pull them off...and I taken a shower last Wednesday, I've been using baby wipes since when it got too hot and sticky." She explained, feeling a little out of sorts and eager to get into the water. "Ah that's nice" and Axelle comes out of the shower just with her pants on goes to the kitchen and getting a pair of scissors."I'll get you out of these pants in no time, and a nice set of tits you have there"Axelle cut the pants of Louise and looked again at her big tits."so do you want me to cut your panties to or can you do it yourself?" Axelle went back to the shower and dropped her pants and her panties and put on the water Rolling her eyes at that comment Louise kept her mouth shut till her jeans were off, shame really they were her favorite pair and so comfy too. She gave a brief glare at Axelle, and she stood up to strip everything else off and putting them in a pile. Looking back she stole a swift glance at Axelle's bottom before stepping in to join her, not seeing anything amiss she got close enough to be hit by the spray but without touching her companion. Scrubbing her hands over her face and hair felt amazingly good and cleared much of the dust and grime she'd collected over the last few days. She looked around for soap or shampoo and wondered if Axelle had it. "Axelle? Do you have the soap there?"(sorry if it's shorter than usual I'm using my phone.) "Off course I have soap, here you are" Axelle turned around and gave Louise the soap." I hope your enjoining this as much as I do"Axelle took another look at Louise's body while she was saying that and her cock started to grow. Nobody of the Raiders not even the big boss knows that Axelle is in fact a She male she could always hide it well." Should I rub your back with the soap Louise or can you manage yourself?" She turned the water a little hotter than usual because she liked the steam it created.(also on the phone) (ah, sweet)"Uh I don't mind, do you want me to do yours too?" No need to make things more awkward by being all stiff and uptight now was there? She thought, smiling once she'd cleaned all she could reach and handed the soap back to Axelle, not noticing her little addition just yet, not while she was blinking water from her eyes anyhow. She swiped the lather off herself then turned so APELL could get to her back, holding onto the wall so she didn't stand on her bad leg or slip. "Ah that would be nice if you could wash my back" Axelle stood with her face to the wall while warm water was pouring over her body. Her dick was completely hard now"It smells nice too doesn't it the soap?" Getting luxury products like soap is a very expensive something since they have to be smuggled outside the Closed City's. Since not a lot of people can pull that off it's a rare commodity soap." I hope the water isn't too hot for you, because I like it hot, the hotter, the better"Once more Axelle turned the hot water a notch higher." And don't be afraid I have lots of fresh water her, just don't ask me how I got it" The soap was nice smelling, but that really wasn't Louis's focus to be honest. "You like to talk a lot don't you"? She asked, using her lathered up hands to clean Axelle's back, rubbing her fingers in circles over her shoulders and neck and further down. Her hands were pretty work roughened so the feel of the much smoother softer skin beneath them was a surprisingly nice change for her and if she was honest she was enjoying it a little more than she was letting on. Done with her friend's back she leaned against the wall of the shower to wait till they were done, it was a bit too warm in the day for a hot shower, but she kept her mouth shut for now, now that she knew water wasn't too much of a commodity for Axelle she would sneak a colder one later on perhaps? "Yes I love to talk, it's the best way to acquire information about stuff" Axelle really enjoyed the sweet young hands of Louise. Her cock still hard"So your already done?" "I really liked it when you were touching my body like that"She didn't hesitate a second to say that because she always spoke her mind."It's not often I can feel a woman's hand on my body so ID better enjoy every second of it" Louise turned her head to look at her and raised an eyebrow at her. "You like women?" Well it wasn't that surprising, she'd been dropping not-so-subtle hints all day. Louise was still undecided about her sexuality, her friends back home often joked that she didn't have one or that she'd built some sort of super lover robot in her garage. She snorted at that thought and looked back to her companion. "You only asked me to do your back if you did mine, I don't usually throw in extra for the sake of it." There that didn't sound too odd. "Yes I like woman""And ok if you Anne play like that ill wash you first, and you'll wash me after that ok?" Axelle didn't hesitate to say that because she was so excited about it. Still with her back to Louise she passed the soap back to her and waited for a response." Well Louise what's it going to be""If you're not comfortable with it, I can turn off the water, and we can dry each other of and get back into our clothes if that's what you want. Too tired to really argue and not wanting to leave the shower just, yet she sighed and turned around, giving Axelle access to her body, trying to hold steady so she didn't hurt her leg anymore or fall over, which seemed to be harder to do after the alcohol in her system and the sheer heat of the shower. "Go ahead then, I have a feeling if I tease you anymore you're going to up and explode." She smirked a bit and peeked over her shoulder to see what reaction she was going to get. Axelle turned around got the soap back from Louise and started to wash the back of her. First her back then her lower back and then her legs. She put her hands on her back again and slowly moved her hands to the front of Axelle's body." Are you enjoying it too?" Axelle asked"I sure am"She laughed a little when she said that. Her cock was in full force now. "Hmm." Was Louis's only answer, feeling sleepy at the moment, but she could hold out a bit longer. Once Axelle was done shamelessly feeling her up she turned then her brows furrowed, and she looked down, she stared for a minute then back up at her captor's face. "And I thought there would be no more surprises today." She smirked, yes it was quite a shock to see that, but she had no energy to freak out so she let it be. "Your turn then." Taking the soap back Louise returned the favor by cleaning wherever she could reach, but purposely avoided between Axelle's legs and spent minimal time on her breasts before almost falling back from fatigue. "Can we go to sleep now before I fall over?" "Yes off course no problem" Axelle said. She turned the water of and stepped out dried herself and gave Louise a dry towel." I know you must be shocked to see that I have a cock" "But that's a choice I made a long time ago"Axelle explained To Louise why she did it." So Louise you sleep naked or you Anne have something to cover you?" "And are you willing to share a bed with me or do you want me to sleep on the couch either way I don't mind"Axelle looked in the mirror while saying that and brushed her teeth Louise listened with an open mind, it seemed an odd transformation, but there were weirder things people did to their bodies she supposed, and she was fooled till she spotted it. "Whichever is closer and whatever's the fastest option." She managed to say through a yawn, leaning back against the wall again and fighting to keep her eyes open. Once she hit the bed she was out, one arm dangling off the side and her face buried into the pillow, not caring that she had opted out of clothing, it was too warm for that anyway. At least she didn't feel so aches anymore after the shower, and it was nice to be in a decent bed and not trying to sleep between a fat guy and a coughing woman. Axelle saw that Louise was exhausted, and she threw a blanket over her. "He-he she's knacker"Axelle took an extra blanket and laid herself on the couch it wasn't that comfy, but she always sleeps in her bed she thought that Louise deserved her good nights rest."Let's hope everything goes well tomorrow"she said very still." Thunder"she whispered "come inside and eat a little you know where your food is"The wolf obeyed and came in, it ate a little and installed himself next to Axelle on the floor next to the couch. Axelle closed her eyes and not much later she was sound asleep Louise was normally a late riser, but her sleep had been quite restful, she stretched out, making several joints click and pop into place before she flopped back down for a moment. Feeling ready to get up she ran her hand through her already scruffy hair then reached out for her clothes, but her hand only hit carpet. She rubbed her face, remembering they were in the bathroom and not very clean. "Uh. Axelle? Do you have anything I could wear today?" "Ah so your finally awake was about time." " And I think I have some clothes lying around that would fit you"Axelle went to her wardrobe, well a pile of clothes she is like to call her wardrobe and sought some clothes out."Here is a bra I think it would fit ya, a pair of pants and shirt, I think that will do for now."" I hope you slept well, It's going to be a nice warm day again""Maybe take a shower first?" After pulling on the offered clothes she mumbled a thank you and stood up, trying not to put weight on her leg. "Maybe later Ax. So when do we go see the big boss?" She asked, stretching her arms and trying to wake herself up properly. "Lets just say he is already waiting for us." "So lets go see what the big boss has to say"Axelle told Louise not to forget what she has told on the trip here. Thunder was also waiting when both women came out of the Caravan."Ahh, Thunder had a nice sleep?" Axelle petted the wolf on his head and the beast enjoyed the attention it got. Axelle took the lead, and they went for the big tent in the back of the Raider camp this is where the big boss hangs out. Thunder followed them both from a distance On the way out Louise picked up the stick she'd been using as a crutch and limped behind Axelle towards the tent, keeping her mouth shut and her eyes open, watching the raiders going about their business, though some looked in her direction. Once inside she stood next to Axelle and looked around for the boss, whoever he was. A big guy stood up covered in scars and tattoos. It was an intimidating sight." So you finally showed up, took you long enough." Axelle looked at the guy not impressed by his words or figure. Axelle replied "well you know us ladies need there time to look good for you guys especially for the Boss""And you behind Louise in the black shirt I would keep your eyes and hands to your side, or you'll meet Thunder I think he is hungry"Thunder stood behind the guy and was growling. The guy laughed and took a step to the side." So Boss this is Louise the one I captured and therefor is my property and I can do with her what I like well so says the rules""It's a very nice specimen, and you know Axelle rules can be broken you know they are not set in stone"The Big Boss came closer and was checking out Louise, Thunder came closer and stood next to Louise in a defensive stance." Very nice I think I'm going to keep this one""I don't think so"Axelle replied"Well last time I checked I am the Big Boss, so my word is law" "So you can have her for tonight but starting of tomorrow she will be mine and that's final""Now get out of my Tent I got some woman to please." Axelle Louise and Thunder left the tent and went back to their caravan Louise kept a firm scowl on her face as she looked at this troll of a man, the scars and tattoos had no effect on her, she'd seen plenty of guys who looked like this one. She saw Thunder and smirked a little, at least she felt somewhat protected with Axelle, this guy though she'd have to think of some way to dissuade him from coming onto her. She left with Axelle without saying a word to him, once they were clear out of earshot she looked to her, well she couldn't say friend just yet. "SO, that's big boss, huh?" " Yep that's him, his word is the law anybody who doesn't listen to him well lets just say they can just drink and eat through a straw if they are lucky." They both went back to the caravan and closed the door. " So a whiskey for you Louise?" Thunder also walked in and put his big head and Louise slap." As I can see it I have 3 options, first one I do what he says and give you to him where you'll be his sex slave. Second option we kill him, third option we get the heck out of here, and we try to get into a Big City. He has no chance in there since the Police will protect us there"." So what about that shower now...." Nodding at the offer of a Drink Lou sat down and smiled at Thunder who suddenly seemed to like her, she petted his ears and scratched his head. "Such a fluffy head huh Who's a fluffy boy?" She grinned at him and then looked up at Axelle. "Hmm unless you got something with wheels I don't think I could get to a city before he starts looking for us. I could just annoy the hell out of him so he gives me back to you, you know have a temper tantrum and start crying, guys hate that." She giggled. "Well that's not going to work OR he sells you OR he just kills you if he is bored with you" The only options are escaping then it seems, but can your leg handle it or don't you think we can run far enough?" Axelle looked at the leg of Lou. Thunder was a happy wolf and was drooling on Lou's lap." I think he really likes you it seems" "And here is your drink"Axelle gave Lou another shot of Whiskey She sighed as she downed the shot. "There is no way I can run any distance till my leg is healed.like I said unless you got a motor of some sort I don't think escaping is a good idea. I'm not sure how the others will react to their boss being killed either, it could go either way, do many people like him?" " Well people love him because he takes care of them by food and fresh water so killing your supply would be a bad idea but..."" You said you were handy with machines and stuff am I right?"" I own a sand buggy, but it broke down on me, at his time it was the fastest ride around so if you could fix that thing that would be our ticket out of here, follow me ill show you were it is"Axelle took another shot of whiskey and helped Lou get up and they both got of the Caravan behind it under a camouflage net was the sand buggy where Axelle talked about. Axelle removed the net," here it is, I know it doesn't look funky and fast but trust me if you get it going they will never catch us up" Nodding to the question Louise accepted the hand up and followed Axelle to the buggy. She walked around it and then lifted the front where the engine was. She leaned over to get a closer look, her bad leg sticking out a bit as she tried to locate the problem. "Looks like the fan belt has melted and dripped onto the ignition connection. You'll need a new belt and a wire brush to get the rubber off the ignition." She looked over her shoulder at Axelle. Axelle looked at Lou as a cow looked at the clouds in the sky"You can tell that by just looking at the engine?" "Wow I'm impressed, as for those parts that shouldn't be too much of a problem we got a junkyard of salvaged stuff here""Just follow me" nodded Axelle to Louise. Damm that girl knows her stuff she might come in handy later down the road, thought Axelle." Thunder" Axelle yelled, "ah there you are followed us from a distance ok" The wolf looked at Axelle and nodded his head like he understood what Axelle just said." Nobody will find it suspicious if we nose around the scrapyard everybody does it"said Axelle in a calm voice to Louise "Just make sure you take more then you need right now if you know what I mean" Louise removed the broken fan belt and tossed it to one side before picking up her stick again and limping after Axelle to the junk heap. She smiled at the sight, one man's rubbish is another man's or in this case woman's treasure she thought with glee. She rubbed her hands together before diving into the search, pulling out good-looking parts that could come in handy and squealed with delight when she found a newish looking fan belt. "Excellent, now we need the wire brush, and we're done." She dove right back in, having way too much fun looking. Axelle was looking at Louise and saw she had a lot of fun doing her thing. At the same time Axelle was looking at Louise's, but it was small and firm and her imagination went into overdrive with what she could do with that ass." So it seems your having fun, I hope you find everything we need so we can make a nice clean breakout during the night." During nighttime it was only a skeleton crew that took guard because no-one dared to attack a Raider camp and Axelle knew all the variable spots in their rotations because she designed them."Don't forget to take some extra stuff for when we are on the road Louise, you never know what we can use". Louise finally pulled herself away and was dragging an old burlap sack full of parts back to Axelle's make-shift garage. "I think I got everything, give me two to three hours, and I'll have this buggy purring like a kitten and armed to the teeth." she grinned and began pulling parts and tools together and dived headfirst into the engine of the buggy, tightening this, adjusting that, cleaning those and fixing everything else. She was quite filthy by the time the engine had been tuned up, and she was working on a crude sort of crossbow to go on the roof of the buggy, using metal pipes as the ammo and sharpening the ends. It was mounted on a rotating disc, salvaged from an old car's wheel and break pad. The crossbow rotated a full 360 degrees and was air powered, so one only had to press a button on the end of a tube to trigger it, and it held the ammo on top so it reloaded automatically. Happy with her work she slumped down into the seat and tested the crossbow's motions, pulling on bits of string to turn it how she wanted it to go. Axelle was impressed what Louise made of her Dune Buggy its was all Mad Max geared. Axelle remembered that movie she saw it once when she was very young on a Data Cube." Nice job Louise, you made a killing machine out of it is seems, but I think you need a hot shower because you are covered in grease and oil". Axelle was already liking the thought of Louise naked in the shower again she liked her body and was hoping for some action in the shower this time Snapping out of her engineer mode Louise blushed and grinned sheepishly. "Oh right uhm yes I think I will take a shower." She climbed out and picked up her stick again to hobble back inside, pulling off her shirt and bra as she made her way to the bathroom. "Do you have a crate or box we can put some supplies in? Food water and some medical stuff?" She asked, putting her clothes in a pile before sitting on the edge of the tub to try and get her pants off. Axelle looked at Louise and her great chest with big nipples and liked what she saw." Yep I got that already sorted got a crate ready to put stuff in, and you need help with your pants or do you need a hand ?" Axelle was hoping she needed a hand." And can I join you in the shower or do you Anne shower alone?" Axelle was already filling up the crate when she was asking that Louise giggled from the bathroom. "If I didn't know any better Axelle. I would swear you were flirting with me and trying to get in the shower with me." she grinned, managing to strip off completely by herself. "I don't mind if we share, it will save time anyway...unless you have other ideas." She was curious now, about Axelle and wondered how different being with her would be from dating a guy or girl, she'd done neither so she'd have nothing to compare it to other than old movies about romance and stuff of that nature. Axelle smiled and took her clothes of and went to the bathroom"Maybe I am flirting with you and maybe i Anne do stuff with you in the shower would you have a problem with that" Axelle asked while she went to the shower. Her nipples and her dick were already hard ready for some action After a minute of staring Louise registered that Axelle had spoken and looked up at her. "Uhm just one problem, I've not done anything well sexual before...will it hurt?" She was a little concerned about that, since most of her education was from home school and having her dad teach her about mechanics she didn't really delve into sex other than that of procreation. Was that possible with Axelle? She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. Axelle was shocked and looked at Louise."I'll be gentle with you so don't you worry and you Anne get fucked in the shower or in bed ?" Axelle just speaks her mind Louise considered her for a moment and tilted her head to one side as she thought about it. "Up to you, I suppose, though I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to stand up for too long." She gestured to her leg and then looked back at her. "Ah yes indeed we better take the bed then if you don't mind, but first let's get clean"Axelle put on the water and took some soap again. She started to wash Lou's back and slowly worked her way down to her legs. She slowly made her way back up kissing Lou's legs and ass and then her back and her neck. Then she stopped kissing and came closer to Louise. Her body was now touching Louise's body. Her cock was pressed against Lou's ass. Furthermore, her hands went from her shoulders to her big breasts where she played a little with Lou's hard nipples. Both woman where clearly excited. Axelle kissed Lou in the neck and started to nibble on her ears. Then she stopped and backed away again. This time she took the soap and started to clean herself she gave extra attention to her dick. She stood under the shower to get rid of all the soap and washed also all the soap from Lou's body. Lou stepped in after Axelle and blushed bright red, she'd never had this much attention before, and it was going right to her head, it felt amazing, but it also made her a little nervous. She made soft gasps and moans as Axelle ran her hands over her body, making her shiver with anticipation. Her heart was hammering in her chest while the other woman kissed and nibbled up her neck to her ear, she never would have guessed that the action could be so, intimate. Turning around once Axelle let her go her eyes widened at just how large she was, she couldn't look away for a good few minutes till she turned off the water. Louise followed her to the bedroom, holding a towel around herself and then drying herself off quickly, looking up at Axelle as if asking what to do. "Did you enjoy that?" Axelle asked. "Now just drop your towel and go lie down on the bed next to me"Axelle's dick was already rock hard while shed said that she was lying on the bed playing with her cock." I'll be gentle with you, but I'm going to teach you all the facets of sex, and I'm going to explore every hole I come across"Axelle winked at Lou. She took a good look again at Lou's body she had a nice set of breasts and a bold pussy which was nice. Louise nodded and left the towel where it dropped, climbing onto the bed beside Axelle and listening with some concern on her face. "All right then..." She still wasn't sure how she felt about this but remembering their shower she wondered what else Axelle could do to make her feel like that again or possibly better. Axelle started out slowly and started to kiss Lou on the mouth it didn't take long or her tong was inside Lou's mouth and they were both using there tongue very heavily. Axelle also loved to use a lot of saliva. It didn't take long or Axelle was playing with the nipples of Lou, and she was nibbling them and suckling them.

Surviving the end (Akumamika & Doomglazer)|rating:3.0

New Marriage Traditions (Damned Eternally and NiceTexasGuy)

The oldest traditional wedding vows can be traced back to the Middle Ages to the Book of Common Prayer, published in 1549. Upon agreement to marry, the Church of England usually offered couples a choice. They could both promise each other to love and cherish or alternatively, the groom promises to love, cherish and worship while the bride to love, cherish and obey. The original wedding vows, as printed in The Book of Common Prayer, are: Groom: I, ____, take thee, _____, to be my wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance. Bride: I, _____, take thee, _____, to be my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance. Tradition was important to the Harper family, and the torchbearer for the next generation was raised with an appreciation for the value of tradition as well as all the other finer things in life. After following in the footsteps of his father (Princeton University, followed by Stanford Law) young Stephen had just passed the Bar Exam and was ready to take his place at the small but prestigious firm of Milton, Harper, and Chadwick. All he was lacking at this junction was a suitable wife, and that was all about to be taken care of. He'd found someone perfect for the role. Beautiful, intelligent, charming, with the right education to enable her to fit into the role he expected of her without getting any silly ideas regarding a career to outshine his. After all, if he was going to succeed he needed a supportive wife, not another competitor. If all that sounded terribly pragmatic, it should also be noted he was hopelessly in love with her. Enthralledmight be a better word. Either way, Stephen Harper knew he was the luckiest man in the world. This was the first girl he'd dated in a long, long time which he hadn't tried to get into bed at some point in the relationship. Funny, he thought, but sleeping with her before the wedding would seem "disrespectful" ... though he wasn't clear on what was being disrespected ... her, or the concept of marriage. Though he would never ask her directly, he had a strong suspicion she justmightstill be a virgin." Well, we wanted traditional, and it doesn't get much more traditional than that." He looked up from the computer screen to his intended bride and smiled. "I'll cherish you forever, and all it'll take on your part is a little obeying. Or would you prefer I 'worship' instead of 'cherish'?"--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------FADE TO Wavy linesVOICEOVER - Narrator: "What you just read is one possibility out of an infinite number of possibilities in a Universe which some claim is but one in an infinite number of universes. To find out if this is what comes to pass inthisUniverse, we have gone back a few years -- three years in fact -- to the office complex of the prestigious Los Angeles law firm of Milton, Harper, and Chadwick. In a cubical little different from a hundred other cubicles in this building sits a young law student spending his summer doing an internship at the firm started by his Grandfather, M. Pendleton Harper."FADE TO Stephen at DeGroff SCREEN "Another visa issue has come up, Captain." *"Very funny, Mrs Burnett." It was obvious he'd rather be doing anything other than handling visa problems. He didn't particularly like the attorney overseeing his work." Oh, I think you won't mind this one ... in fact, someday you may look back and thank me." The friendly middle-aged secretary disappeared for a moment to return with a customer in tow. Their approach was marked by a distinct lessening of the level of background chatter in the office. When Stephen looked up from his desk, his first thought was "I didn't realize goddesses needed visas." His second thought was to stand, which he did. Then to the amusement of Mrs Burnett who was already excusing herself to return to her work station, he rushed around his desk to "pull out" the chair for his client, even though it was already accessible to her." Hello there, I'm Stephen Harper ... what can I do for you . Miss ....?"-----------------------* Extra points awarded to anyone who gets the reference. "James, London James. My parents found it amusing." London's upper class British accent seemed to bounce around the office as she took the seat offered by Stephen Harper. Crossing her legs and nodding her head towards Stephen and offered her thanks." I am hoping you can help me with a rather delicate situation I seem to have found myself in." London's blue eyes were fixed on Stephen's. Dropping her gaze slightly, she pulled her skirt back to her knees." It would seem my student visa is about to expire and Mummy and Daddy didn't tell me what I would have to do to stay in this fabulous country of yours to study." London smiled again, a natural smile, as she moved a stray strand of blonde hair from her face. Straightening up her jacket, she placed her Prada handbag on the floor beside her." I am so terribly sorry, but I simply do not have the faintest idea on how to go about these things." London stated hoping that it wouldn't be stupidity or ignorance that the handsome young lawyer picked up on, rather her naivety. James. London James. It might have been amusing to her parents, but to him hearing it spoken in the original English accent it was the most beautiful name in the world. For some strange reason, it took everything she said a few seconds longer than usual to register in Stephen's mind. The transition from a classroom full of complex legal issues and staying up all night reading case law to one of relatively simple fixes to simple bureaucratic problems had been difficult -- not unlike the medical student that can't accept his patient has a cold, and instead insists on batteries of tests to rule out all manner of exotic diseases that share the same symptoms. The handling of Miss James' legal problems was made even more difficult by the fact Stephen's brain had begun to melt as soon as the goddess spoke her first sentence. He stood beside her, one hand still on the back of her chair, frozen in place for what must have been a full five seconds, before something in his brain zapped him back to consciousness." Oh, right, well, I'm sure it's nothing too complicated" moving back to his own chair, remembering that the lawyer is supposed to be the parent in the relationship and not the lovesick puppy. "For starters, I should explain my own position here" something had to explain to everyone with whom he dealt. "I'm actually an intern here. It's very common for law students such as myself to spend their summers in law firms such as this working under the guidance of experienced attorneys, so you know that everything I do for you is being scrutinized by someone with more experience. If it's a simple problem, I can fix it. If it turns out to be something more complex, then one of our attorneys will take over. Naturally, if you would rather speak directly with a licensed attorney, that can be arranged, but the fact of the matter is I'd still be doing all the legwork and he or she would be overseeing my work." There, he was pretty sure he covered everything, while in back of his mind he was begging "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease pick me". And he wasn't descended from several generations of lawyers for nothing, because despite the effect the goddess had on his ability to function normally, he still managed to manipulate the situation in an ever-so-subtle manner by picking up his pen and began asking questions specific to her case without waiting for her to choose." For starters, did you bring any paperwork with you, and have you received any sort of official correspondence from the government regarding the status of your visa?" London nodded and listened patiently as the young attorney spoke, watching him as he spoke. He did seem very new to this, but surely, he could fix this sort of thing out. Sitting a little straighter, London least down to the bag she had just placed on the floor and placed it upon her lap. The expensive customized red handbag coordinated beautifully with the black suit with a red trim. The rest of the pale but naturally sun-kissed beauty was unnatural. Very little make-up was on her face, a little eyeshadow and mascara. Her lips were lightly coated in a pink lip gloss. Opening her bag, she pulled out a folded A4 envelope that contained everything for her visa. Placing it on the desk before Mr Harper, London then dipped back into her bag and pulled out her British Passport. Leaning forward and placing it on top of the envelope." Please excuse my passport photo, I didn't exactly dress up for the occasion." The photo in question was London in a scrappy tee, her hair roughly thrown into a hair tie and knotted on the top of her head." Everything I have is in that envelope. As I said, I know very little of the procedures surrounding these types of things." London shrugged her shoulders and laughed lightly. "I am not dull, but these things seem to go straight over my head." While Stephen wasn't unattractive, he hardly had women throwing their underwear at him either ... probably due to the standard self-esteem issues many guys experience in adolescence which prevent them from reaching their full potential, and which give off negative vibes to potential sex partners. He had dated (and on the rare occasion - had sex with) girls he considered "pretty" but none of them could hold a candle to Miss James. She was Uber attractive. Or maybe it's the accent. No, he thought as he looked at her passport photo, she'd be beautiful even without the accent. Focus, dammit. Quote from: Damned Eternally on 10-12-2012, 19:10:02"Everything I have is in that envelope. As I said, I know very little of the procedures surrounding these types of things." London shrugged her shoulders and laughed lightly. "I am not dull, but these things seem to go straight over my head." Stephen looked over the rather routine paperwork that one would expect to find associated with a student visa. "Hamm, Cinema and Media Studies at UCLA." He looked up from the application. "Acting? I can believe that, I'll bet you're a wonderful actress." Was he flirting? Well, maybe just a bit, but certainly wasn't going to overstep the boundaries of propriety. "And I'm sure you're not the least bit dull. Unfortunately for most people, the law is like automotive engineering. It's intentionally made too difficult for the average person to do his own routine maintenance -- in order to keep the mechanics in business. Or in this case, the lawyers. I don't think we'll have any difficulty." He looked up at the paperwork and smiled at her. "As long as you don't need me to fix your car." Oh god, I sounded like a complete jerk off. God, I'm such an idiot. Focus, dammit. Continuing to peruse the paperwork. "Nothing's expired yet, no letters accusing you of subversive activity. It's just a matter of completing a couple of forms. I'm going to assume you haven't been arrested, and that your financial situation hasn't changed significantly since you first applied for the visa. Am I correct?" Because, if you don't have any money, I'll gladly sell my soul to provide for you. London chuckled to herself as Stephen mentioned the course she was on." Alas, no, not an actress. I am hoping to become a Reporter or News Anchor. I was never one for theatrics." Her smile was beaming as she took in the compliment and the notion that Lawyers are merely a cog in the bigger machine." I have a mechanic, thanks. Need one for the little thing I drive." London turned her phone over and placed it screen down on the desk. "Nothing has expired, that's good. I haven't been arrested, and my financial status hasn't changed. Mummy and Daddy are still giving me my allowance. Speaking of the sinful stuff, when would you require payment? Before or after?" London brushed off some stray lint from her skirt before placing her hands in her lap and gazed up to Stephen. He was in control of her future, whatever happened here would determine whether she stayed in the US or not. Stephen explained briefly that the firm bills its clients at an hourly rate. "Much the same as the automotive dealerships" he chuckled, never having made that connection . Whatever maintenance was needed was figured at a certain amount of time, regardless of how much time the mechanic actually took to complete the task. With many legal issues, a firm generally won't commit to how much time will be spent, but for simple matters like this the rates are fairly set. At any rate, she would receive a bill a week or two after the services were performed." It's just a simple matter of completing a form, and signing an affidavit stating nothing's changed. If you have a few minutes I can have a paralegal do up the paperwork now. Otherwise, you can come back at your convenience. Or ..." Don't to it. Don't do it. Don't do it."HHH. I could bring the paperwork to you to sign when it's done." OhmygodImgoingtohell. It was inappropriate under the circumstances, but strictly speaking, not illegal or anything. The real lawyers in the firm did it all the time, going out of their way (or sending some underling out Hathaway) to do favors, kissing the asses of their more prominent clients. Stephen just had a slightly different criteria of whom he considered prominent. Besides, maybe "mummy and daddy" are filthy rich and need to retain a law firm in the U.S. for some reason. Bringing in new clients is one way for peons to get ahead in the organization. London nodded and "ah-ha'd" in the right places. Her eyes were no longer on Stephen as he spoke. They wandered the small stall that he was in, the room that he shared and the view out of the window. As her eyes slowly returned to the desk she saw a few personal trinkets and pictures but nothing extraordinary. There didn't seem to be anything out of place, but it did lack some personality. Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 10-12-2012, 21:01:02"HHH. I could bring the paperwork to you to sign when it's done." The line snapped her back to him. A bemused smile washed briefly over her face." Bring it to me? That would be delightful. When were you thinking?" London opened her handbag and pulled out a white card with black writing on it and placed it on the desk." There is my mobile number and home address, feel free to pop in when you are ready with the papers I have to sign." With another trademark smile, London stood up, leaving her passport and papers on the desk and held out her hand, hoping the young lawyer would shake it. Wow, that all happened so quickly. There was a woman who was going places. Or had places to go. Or, something like the... Stand up, stupid, she's trying to shake your hand. Stephen took her hand as he stood. "Well, the paperwork will only take a few minutes to prepare, so any time. Whatever's convenient for you. I mean, that's the idea ... right? To do it at your convenience?" Shut up Stephen, you're starting to babble. So, obeying the inner voice, he simply stood there, her hand in his, shut up and feeling foolish. Then he released her hand and picked up the card. "Norfolk Street. Isn't that near .... oh, no, I'm thinking of Portsmouth Street ..." Nervous chuckle. "Streets named for English cities ... well, never mind, I'll find it, that's why God invented GPS, right? And I'm making a complete fool of myself now because it's been a long day and ... no, it's because" he paused and cleared his throat, then spoke in a lower register at more of a whisper "because pretty girls make me nervous, and you're the prettiest girl I've seen in ..." Pause, bashful smile. "... forever. But I promise I know what I'm doing when it comes to student visas, and maybe I should send someone else by with the paperwork because you probably think I'm a raving psychotic." he trailed off, making a mental note that if he ever meets a woman this beautiful again, he'll think before he speaks." I know I would." London shook his hand and listened to Stephen talking, her face didn't hold any reproach." It's a typical avenue, with large expensive houses and mine is in the middle. I will see you there around 9pm. Obviously, you will be charging me for the visit, so I may as well get my money's worth. Bring yourself, the papers and a decent bottle of red." London smirked before shaking his hand again and stepped back before bidding him a good day. Walking out of the office, London could feel the eyes on her, watching her as she left the building and walked towards her car, an Austin Martin DB5 in black. If she were being honest with him, she had nothing to do that day. He wanted to come to hers, at least she was giving him a reason to look forward to it. With a spring in her step, London climbed into her car and headed for the nearest shops. With all her assignments done, she planned on treating herself and hopefully making second impressions last longer. A bottle of red. That means wine, right? Well, of course it could mean wine, but could it possibly mean anything else? How embarrassing would it be to show up with a bottle of wine when she meant something else! No, it had to be wined. Just wanted to make sure she meant bring a bottle of wine. This was like ... well, like a date. Ithaca date. Sort of. No, not sort of, it was a date. Or at least a ... an encounter in which wine would be drank. Ummm... that's assuming she plans to actually open the bottle and drink some wine. A bottle of red. That can only mean wine, right? Stephen went over the paperwork a dozen times. The first time he sent it back because the first and last names had been transposed on the immigration form. He started to write a nasty little note to whoever typed it regarding the fact that every other scrap of paper had her name the other way, perhaps with a sarcastic "thank you" for fixing what dozens of bureaucrats in two countries plus "Ms London" herself had been doing wrong over the years. But, he didn't send the note. He was in too good a mood. God, was she beautiful! And she wanted him to bring a bottle of red. Wine, he hoped. Then, once he got home came the quick shower, the vigorous brushing of the teeth, and several wardrobe changes. What image was he trying to portray? The consummate professional, the free spirit, the guy who could make casual look awesome? Two suits, four ties, a couple of pullover sweaters, two pair of pants plus some comfortable denim jeans lay on the bed in "his" room at his parent's house overlooking the bay. (It was convenient having a law firm in the family, nice he didn't have to pay his own expenses during his summer internship.) He was a teenage boy all over again getting ready for his first date, and he wanted to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Thank God he didn't have to worry about the big pimple on his nose like he did the first time he dated a girl. In fact - looking in the mirror now - he reminded himself he turned out to be a pretty good-looking guy after all. Maybe not movie star handsome, but good enough that his money (well, his parent's money) could make up for anything he lacked physically. Of course this girl apparently came from money too ...SHIT!!! I was going to research her family ... dammit... damned meetings, and the life of an intern at a law firm. Being the boss' kid didn't get him any breaks, and he was lucky to get out before 7:00 most days. He looked at his watch - 8:20. The taxi is supposed to be here at 8:30. No time to play on the computer now. On went the jeans and a sports coat with the tie that looked close enough, and those comfortable brown shoes he didn't know what to call, because frankly, fashion wasn't his forte. Grabbing the soft leather attaché bag with her paperwork and the bottle of wine he "borrowed" from the wine cellar (yes, he knew the difference between the drinking stuff and the collectable stuff) he hurried downstairs to the waiting cab. Anxiously checking his watch, he reprimanded himself for not arranging to leave earlier. After all, it was Los Angeles traffic, and Los Angeles traffic always sucks." Hey, I'm in a big hurry ... I mean a huge hurry. Do you think this will cover the fare plus the tip you're getting for getting me there by 9:00?" It was a hundred dollar bill he was handing to the driver, who took a few illegal shortcuts and didn't quite come to a complete stop at various red lights and stop signs along the way. According to Stephen's watch, it was 9:02 when he rang her doorbell. After spending the rest of what had been a delightful day on Rodeo Drive, London made her way back to the house, to "tidy up". Which basically meant picking her discarded clothes from the days before and actually putting them in the hamper. The new dress she had bought, which wasn't either "grown-up" was hanging on the door. It was a casual floaty type of dress, but it looked pretty on and that was all that mattered to her. After spending what had seemed like a lifetime in the shower, checking her eyebrows were straight and perfect, her legs were smooth, and that everything was neat, she had lost track of the time completely when the doorbell rang. A panic washed over her as she glanced at the clock in her bedroom. 9.02pm! After cursing far too much for a lady, If my mother could hear me... Well she can't you stupid mare.... Oh darn it, why did I spend so long faffing about! Cass wrapped a towel around her dripping wet body and ran, as best as one can with Venetian marble flooring, to the front door and threw it open." Oh, I am SO, SO sorry Mr Harper, it would seem I had lost all track of time. Please, do come in, whilst I try and get myself decent." London left the door ajar, leaving him with an open invitation to the house and darted back upstairs again, with the best care she could not to skid and land on her rear. As she got to her bedroom, defeat set in, realizing that it would take her forever to organize her hair and make-up now, that the best thing she could do, is throw something casual on. Grabbing some hot pant shorts and a scrappy tee, London threw her soaking hair on the top of her head and slid her slippers on before walking downstairs. Catching sight of herself in the hallway mirror, she smiled at Stephen." I hope you like teddy bears, it was the first thing I could get my hands on, I'm afraid." Chuckling to herself, London took the bottle of Red from him and headed towards the Kitchen, before calling to him to follow. I have a lot to offer a woman. I'm a good-looking guy. Furthermore, I'm nice. Furthermore, I'm intelligent. Furthermore, I'm going to be a rich lawyer. Meanwhile, my parents have money. Oh god oh god, why am I so fucking nervous? Stephen waited, and waited, for London to open the door, and as he waited he repeated the litany he hoped would see him through the evening and perhaps on to greater things in the future. There was nothing wrong with him. He would make a great catch for anyone, even Miss London James... he hoped. Fidgeting around where he stood, he understood the woman would take her time answering the door so as not to appear too anti.... Stunned silence as the door opened and there she was. Hardly what he was expecting. There are two schools of thought regarding taking things at face value. Stephen was hardly a cynic - not yet, despite a year of law school. Well, he might be a cynic, but after a year of law school his brain was too tired to think about that. Still, should he take things at face value - the woman simply lost track of time? No, no way. This happened in every adolescent boy's fantasy - the woman coming out of the shower "claiming" she lost track of the time. Yeah, right! Well, finally, the fantasy had come true. It was shaping up to be a very good evening for young Stephen Harper." No, no, it's quite alright, really. I've had such a hectic day, right now I'd like nothing more than to just sit and relax. Please take all the time you need." And relax he did, as much as he was able, given the excitement he felt. Removing his jacket and loosening his tie, it was a standard ploy to do little things like that to dress up or down to bring ones self closer in tune with the other person. He assumed she wouldn't be coming down in an expensive evening gown ... so a more "relaxed" look than he already had would be in order. Meanwhile, he had to remind himself that maybe she really did need a shower, maybe she really did lose track of the time, maybe she simply wanted the visa paperwork to be completed, and maybe she had no interest in him whatsoever.-----------Dammit! He thought to himself as he followed the lovely Miss London James into the kitchen. He was going to pick up a package of condoms on the way over but completely forgot, and wouldn't have had time anyway. It wasn't like he'd been seeing enough "action" lately to justify having a supply on hand." Miss James, I wanted to clarify something regarding what you said, about being billed for the time ... This isn't ... I mean ... I . We don't ... I mean I'm just, um, bringing the paperwork by to be signed, it's not like someone's doing something billable . I mean, this is just something we do for our clients' convenience, not something someone would be charged for." It probably still sounded like he couldn't think straight, but at least it wasn't as bad as the earlier encounter in the office. God, what a beautiful woman! Quote from: NiceTexasGuy on 11-12-2012, 17:36:35"Miss James, I wanted to clarify something regarding what you said, about being billed for the time ... This isn't ... I mean ... I . We don't ... I mean I'm just, um, bringing the paperwork by to be signed, it's not like someone's doing something billable . I mean, this is just something we do for our clients' convenience, not something someone would be charged for.""Oh, dear Lord! What are you expecting? I was thinking a glass of wine whilst we go over the final details. Isn't that why I am paying you to come here. The wine is merely for us to enjoy the moment, maybe lighten up a tedious job." The shock at the presumption she had called him here for sex was laughable. Sex didn't interest her, if anything, it bored her. The once she had done it, with the tedious Prefect from school, it had been positively dull, and she had decided from that moment on that she would not let sex or other frivolities interrupt her career. London walked to a draw and pulled out a corkscrew, pulling the cork from the bottle with a professional "pop", before pouring it into two large glasses." I know you are meant to let a good red sit, but I can't be bothered with all that. Cheers!" She said as she clicked her glass with the one she had given Stephen and walked into her living room. It was a complete contrast to the bare and minimalistic kitchen. There was a large battered burgundy couch that was covered in various pillows and blankets and a large fire roaring in the fireplace, despite the heat outside. There were old and new books lined up on several bookshelves, with books stacked upon books. A closed laptop sat on the far end of the couch, with her course work strewn over the coffee table. It was far more "lived in" than the rest of her home. This was London's domain." Please excuse the organized chaos, I am putting together my next thesis on the difference between the media here in the US and back in the UK. Please take a seat though." She prompted as she sat down herself and curled her legs under her. Stephen didn't really have a clue what was happening, or that she was thinking that he was thinking about sex. Of course, he was a normal healthy male in his 20s, so to assume he was thinking about sex was a safe bet, but he wasn't thinking about it beyond what he would normally be thinking about it. Still, he wasn't really sure what London was thinking about. Oh yeah, the visa paperwork." Cheers. And really, there's not a lot to go over ... it isn't like anybody's being sued or charged with a crime, it's just a form to renew your visa. Just check to see the blanks have been filled in with the correct information, sign where the little arrows are pointing, then sign that other page at the bottom which I'll notarize when I get back to the office. Oh, and of course let me know if you have any questions." Looking around the room so she wouldn't feel his eyes on her as she looked over the documents, he came to the conclusion that she might be a relatively normal person who happens to look like a goddess ... a college student with assignments to be completed. A perspective journalist who would have no trouble landing a job anywhere in the world English is spoken. He wondered if she spoke any other languages. Yes, that's it, think of some conversation startersbeforeyou put your foot in your mouth. Meanwhile, he found himself staring at the fire as the worries of the day drained from his consciousness, taking the occasional sip of wine. London took the paperwork from Stephen, placed it on her lap, took a large sip from her wine glass and placed it on the table, before picking the papers from her lap and holding them up to read them. She didn't understand the jargon, but it all looked fine. Her name and address were correct, the date was correct and there was no mention of anything that wasn't meant to be there. Well, not that she would have known it. Keeping the papers up, London looked over the top and watched Stephen sipping from his glass. He was relaxing slightly, but was still uptight. London placed the papers between them on the couch and least forward to get her glass. As she least over, it was obvious her breasts weren't in a bra. London had a naivety about her. She had been homeschooled from 3 years old up until she went to an Elite Boarding School at 15 (A little late granted but being an only child, her mother wanted to keep her close to home). That had been an eye-opener for her that was sure, but she remained focussed on her work." So Mr Harper, have you lived here all your life?" Oh dear lord, did I actually ask that? London blushed a little and took a large swig from her glass, hoping he wouldn't notice her skin pinking up with embarrassment. Quote from: Damned Eternally on 11-12-2012, 19:13:59"So Mr Harper, have you lived here all your life?" Oh dear lord, did I actually ask that? If there was anything wrong with the question, Stephen failed to realize it -- it sounded like a perfectly reasonable way to start a conversation. Plus, she has nice boobs. That forgives a lot of things." Yeah, pretty much, until I went off to college at Princeton -- that's in New Jersey - on the other side of the country. And I usually spent summers elsewhere, but this has always been home. Good of'Los Angeles." The name of the city pronounced as it would be in Spanish. "The City of Angels. What about you? Have you done much travelling or living in exotic locales?" Wow, did he actually get through that without making a complete fool of himself? Well, maybe -- the Spanish pronunciation of Los Angeles might have been a bit much. Still, his benchmark was if he would say it to anyone else he just met without embarrassment, then he was okay saying it to a goddess. "Not really, grew up in Kent, went to boarding school just before Sixth Form, to study my A-Levels. After passing them, I went to Cambridge and then came here to study the differences between our media." London smiled as she spoke. Although she spent most of her free time reading, or enjoying female company, she had enjoyed herself. Home held very many happy memories." Mummy, insisted on having me taught at home until she was certain I could hold my own. I am fortunate that Daddy didn't get his way, I'd have been shipped off to an all-girls boarding school at 5, but he didn't win. I got to have lessons in the morning and tend my horses in the afternoon. We'd go on rides, or "Educational Follies" as Mummy called them." Closing her eyes slightly, trying to remember what her mother looked like riding her horse bought a feeling of serenity over her." So, are you the first in your family to be a lawyer?" She inquired, placing her hand innocently on his thigh. A woman might be able to "innocently" place her hand on a man's thigh, but a man could, in no way, interpret a woman's hand on his thigh as anything other than signaling her availability and intent. Yes, the evening was going very well indeed. Of course - there was still the condom issue ... or rather the lack of condom issue. On the one hand, he hoped she'd have one on hand when the time came. On the other hand, he liked to think she wasn't the type of girl that would keep condoms on hand for male visitors. That he was somehow special." Horses?" He could easily picture those breasts gently bouncing along in time with the gait of the animal she was riding. "Sounds fascinating. I mean ... I've ridden horses before, but ... well, it was more of a situation where ... well, it's not like I actually know anything about horses. It was just one of the things we'd do in the summers, you know, if someone else put the saddle and bridle on for me." Well, that did it. Now she thinks you're a complete wimp. Quick, say something to make up for it. "Of course in my case the horse was just transportation to where we'd go camping. Or. Rock climbing ... not like riding the horse for pleasure. That's always sounded like a great hobby." Not a complete save of face, but maybe it'll keep him in the game long enough to redeem himself." You might have noticed the name of the Law Firm -- Milton, Harper, and Chadwick? My grandfather was the original Harper. Now it's my father." Chuckles. "And no, I didn't feel forced into carrying on the family tradition ... I guess it's just something I felt born to do, and there's not enough rebel in me to run off to Paris to paint or write poetry, which I'm sure I wouldn't be very good at. Besides, I kind of like not having to worry about the utilities being cut off." "Horses are beautiful creatures. We used to break our own in." London said nonchalantly. The wine going down very nicely in the warm space of her living room. "I don't have a horse here. I do miss riding, very much." Running her finger around the rim of the glass as she gazed at Stephen. Wondering how someone so rigid could ride a horse comfortably. Although, she had to admit that the image of Stephen rock climbing was appealing to her. The wine was beginning to make her feel fuzzy, surely it hadn't been that long since she had drunk, had it?" So third in line to the business throne then?" London pulled her hand back and shifted position, bringing her knees to her chest, crossing her legs at the ankles. "It is nice to have the cushion of money, I don't think I would be here in the US if my father wasn't ridiculously rich. I suppose having that leverage has its benefit." London's gaze switched between the roaring fire to Stephen. As awkward as he was, there was an endearing quality to him. "Well, IATA descendant of one of the founders, but that's not necessarily as promising as it sounds. Law firms are strange beasts ... an attorney starts out a slave, working ridiculously long hours with very little reward -- even though the salary might sound good, it isn't when divided by the hours actually worked. The goal is to eventually become a partner which means your part owner of the firm and not just a wage-earning slave. Because of who I am, I have something close to more of a guarantee of doing that, but I'd still only be one among dozens. Will I ever be the Harper in Milton, Harper, and Chadwick, and whoever else's name might be added in the meantime? Maybe, but it's not as impressive as I'd like you to think it is."... as impressive as I'd like you to think it is. He wondered, during the awkward pause, if she picked up on what he'd just implied." And to make matters worse ... I'm not even a lawyer yet." Another chuckle. "But as far as horses go, I know Los Angeles looks like a city of nothing but asphalt and concrete, but I know of a few places in and around the city I know of where we ... uh ... you ... owe... could go riding." There. He did it. An invitation to go riding. Anofficialdate. ...'if you want?' ... no, don't say that dumb shit, you'll sound like a 14-year-old geek who pees his pants at the thought of getting kissed by a pretty girl. Just shut the hell up and wait for her to respond. "So technically, you are slave labor." London said, tongue in cheek. She laughed a little before swallowing the rest of the glass in one go. Slow down London, do you want him to think you are an alcoholic?" Would you like to take on the Family Business?" She asked, almost as though he were a Mafia Boss's progeny. Then he mentioned horses. She had been in the US for a year now and hadn't ridden once. If she was being honest with herself, she was dying to get back in the saddle, literally."Oh, that would be amazing. Would you really take me riding?" Her eyes had lit up at the idea, the wine was making her a little squiffy, but she was beginning to enjoy the sensations. Standing up, a still unsteadily, London walked to the kitchen and brought the bottle of red into the living room." I don't normally drink like this, but..... I don't know. This is nice. Even if I am paying for the company. I suppose that way it stays business, doesn't it." She stated matter-of-factly. Would the horse-riding be on company time too? Surely not! London shut that chain of thought up with a gleg from the bottle as she topped her glass back up. Perhaps it did seem like she was drinking a bit much, but Stephen didn't mind. In fact, that was a good thing from his perspective. He wasn't planning to marry the girl, just have sex with her. Alcohol could only improve his chances there. And it wasn't like he hadn't taken a few sips from how own glass, just not as much as her. After all, a male needed to remain sober enough to ... perform. Right?" Well, I always have the option of doing something else. Applying for another firm - or going into private practice - and there's always the option of working for the government. Two years is a long way off, though, so I have plenty of time to make up my mind if I'm tempted to strike out on my own. And yes, I'd love to take you riding sometime... if you don't mind sticking to the kiddie trail." Dammit. Did it again -- said something stupid. Maybe she didn't notice." Weekends are best for me. Well, actually, they're pretty much Théotime for me... being a slave and all. This Saturday, perhaps?" London was beginning to relax completely. Her arms were starting to feel heavy, as too were her eyelids. Jesus! I can't be drunk! Oh, god! London sat up to try and listen to Stephen, but she wasn't taking it all in. All she caught was "This Saturday."" This Saturday is fine by me, darling!" She least forward to tap his chest but missed and ended up landing on his chest. It was comfortable here. Very comfortable. London closed her eyes, the wine did the rest. Fast asleep on Stephen's chest. What would her mother say?! Stephen's arms enveloped the slightly inebriated goddess as a huge grin spread across his face. Here was the adolescent fantasy to accompany the oops, I lost track of the time in the shower and that's why I'm answering the door practically naked fantasy -- the've had a wee bit too much to drink so let me just lean against you, thereby giving you an excuse to put one or more arms around me as a prelude to the kiss fantasy. A little shifting and twisting, and he managed to set his glass down on the end table by the sofa, then it was time for the .... Huh? Is she actually ....snoring?FUCK! She really is asleep! Fuck dammit fuck. A second later, he was laughing. Just his luck. He wasthisclose to getting laid, and now with a passed out woman on his hands, he has no choice but to play the gentleman. Deftly as he could, without stirring her around too much (though it was obvious she wasn't going to waken too easily) he laid her out on the sofa, putting a sofa pillow under her head, then began to "check" the residence to see what needed to be done before he let himself out. The bedroom was easy enough to find once he ascended the stairs, and like the true gentleman he was, he resisted the temptation to snoop around, just quickly retrieving a pillow and blanket from the bed. The fireplace was gas, which he figured out how to turn down instead of off. After all, LA nights could be chilly. Then, on a less critical note, he carried the wine and glasses to the kitchen, to rinse the glasses and re-cork the bottle. Ohhhh, the temptation to snoop around was strong. So was the temptation to cop a feel of her breasts, or elsewhere. He could almost hear Vader trying to temp him to the Dark Side. No. No way. Here is where character is built, in situations like this. With his "client" safely tucked into bed (even if it was just on the sofa) and the house looking fairly safe, the last thing to do was check to ensure the doors and windows were locked. And while he couldn't lock the deadbolt to the front door from the outside without a key, he could at least lock the doorknob to prevent just anyone from walking in... not that he suspected there were a lot of people in this neighborhood who simply walked house to house jiggling doorknobs. If it had been a more dangerous part of town, he would have stayed the night. The right thing to do would be to go -- that way he wouldn't face the temptation to act inappropriately. As he whispered "goodnight, goddess" into her ear, it occurred to him that she still hadn't signed the papers he brought over. London woke with a start, the vibrating was coming from somewhere close. As she tried to make sense of where she was, her eyes fell upon the fire." Wha...?" Sitting up, a little too quickly, her head answered disapprovingly by starting a Marching band in her head. Holing her head desperately in the attempt to still them, but it didn't work. Swinging her legs off the couch How the hell am I on the couch.... Oh, god, I didn't! Slowly getting to her feet she saw the visa paperwork on the table, but the wine bottle and glasses were missing. Confusion began to reign in her head as she picked her phone up and read the text. Darling, It's Mummy, hope you are well. We need to Skype soon sweetie. Miss you xx Mummy xx London rolled her eyes slightly but smiled at the outward affection text, which coming from her mother, who was practically a technophobe, was special. Steadying herself on the arm of the couch, she straightened up and headed to the kitchen for some water and fruit. Scrolling through her phone as she downed the first glass of cold water, she looked up and out of the window. Her eyes drawn back in from the world outside to the bottle and two glasses sitting on her kitchen counter. More bemusement. Finding the contact she wanted, she called his office." Hello, is Stephen Harper there please...." She waited for the call to be connected with the man who seemed to have disappeared on her. The least she could do was apologize. That morning Stephen arrived at the office to find not one, but two nasty notes from his overseers regarding things not done to their satisfaction. That was followed up by 20 minutes of wasted time talking to a government bureaucrat about one of his client's problems, and to top it off, nestled among the dozens of "send to all" emails that didn't apply to him was a message from his mother informing him that he had been volunteered to work as an usher at the 8:30 service at the church on Sunday morning." Because, you know, it's not like I have several thousand hours of sleep to catch up on" he mumbled to himself as he responded to her email." Yes, I get that you want to make sure I go to church. Now do you think you can find someone who can usher at 8:30, so I can attend the 11:00 service with the normal people?" Aggggghhhhh, another interruption as his phone buzzed.God, what an annoying noise, doesn't this thing have a volume control? Sounding way too much like the uncaring bureaucrat who had just wasted the first half hour of his morning, he answered: "Hello, this is Stephen Harper." "Hello Mr Harper, it's London James...." London held the phone to her ear, waiting desperately to see if he hung up on her in disgust. She could feel vomit rising in her throat. Please don't hang up on me! Hearing her voice was like getting a shot of adrenaline, as he sat upright in his chair and his heart instantly began beating faster." London! I mean, Miss James. Hi, how are you?" She should be able to hear the smile as well as the enthusiasm in his voice. Sure, he was glad to hear she was awake and presumably well, but more than that he was glad she called him, even if the call was only going to pertain to the unsigned paperwork. He'd take anything he could get. Hearing his overly chirpy voice sent the marching band in her head into an upbeat tempo." I. Uh. Wanted to apologize for my behavior last night." London paused as she refilled the now empty glass in her hand. It let her brain try and organize the next sentence." I don't drink often, and I fear I may have put you in an awkward and possibly compromising position. I am sorry. Yesterday seemed to....." The words were lost in the painful thuds from within her cranium." What I mean is, it's not my standard practice." Her hear was beating to match the tempo within her head. Her stomach was doing a completely different dance." I just wanted to apologize for my behavior and to say that I understand if you wish to pass this case over. Also, I understand if Saturday is now off the cards." London placed a hand on the cold counter in a desperate attempt to stop the floor from swaying beneath her. "Please, there's nothing to apologise for. Absolutely nothing. I'm sure ... I mean, as a university student ... well, it can be stressful, and we all need to... and, no, it's not like I... oh gee ... look, I don't know why you feel you need to apologise for anything. And ...." Wait a minute. Is this her way of backing out of their "date"? Oh god, she was drunk when she said yes, and now she's having second thoughts. Dammit. Damn damn damn. He felt like his heart just dropped into his gut and left him feeling sick." Um. Well. I uh. I really would like to take you riding sometime, but if Saturday isn't convenient ... you can just ... well. Let me know whenever you're available. I mean, you don't have to commit to anything." He tried not to sound too pathetic, but some things just can't be helped. It wasn't like he had all the confidence in the world. London's hand slid a little on the counter. Who knew apparently the cold sweats were part of a hangover too!" No... Um... Saturday will be fine. Would it be alright to hand you the papers then?" London didn't know if meeting him before then was a good idea. Taking a slower sip of her water, she tried again to shake the headache and when that didn't work, began to take careful steps to the medication cabinet, in search of some painkillers. It has been a while since I have been on a horse, and he seems nice enough. I mean he didn't DO anything last night. Well, I mean who tidies up?" You have my number, text me with a meeting place and a time. I fear I must go now, as I don't think the wine has agreed with me." Hanging up abruptly before running over to the sink to vomit. Well, THAT'S attractive! "Sure, Saturday will be fine. I wouldn't wait any longer than that, though. We wouldn't want you getting deported ..." He trailed off as she interrupted his rambling to announce she needed to go. "Okay, yes, I'll call..." and she was gone. He wasn't even sure if she heard that part. Then he remembered what it was like to wake up with a hangover. It had been a while, but he could still remember quite vividly. Now all he had to do was resist the urge to drop by, or pester her with calls. Perhaps first he would need to make arrangements to go riding. Once he got to be a "real" attorney he'd have someone to do this for him, but as an intern, he was more likely to have to do it for someone else. This time, however, he was doing it for himself. Turning back to his computer, he hit "send" to the email to his mother, then ran a search for riding stables in the Los Angeles area, trying to recall the name of the stable closest to his home.--------------------Later that afternoon, he would send her the following message:Ms James. Arrangements have been made for Saturday - the stables are relatively close to your house and the trail leads through a nice park. I thought perhaps I could pick you up around 8:00, and we could have breakfast together before the ride. Otherwise, I can be there at 9:00. Yours, Steve H. London spent the remainder of the day curled up on her couch feeling rather sorry for herself. After an awkward Skype call to her mother which lasted all of 10 minutes which London throwing the laptop closed to vomit into the kitchen sink again. It was around midday when she finally checked her phone and saw a text message from Stephen. Reading it, she couldn't help but feel a little excited. Her thoughts turned to the new riding gear she would have to get before the outing. After a light lunch, which was eaten very tentatively, London got dressed and made her way to the one shop in LA where she knew she'd get everything. London spent a small fortune on new boots, crop and hat before leaving and heading back home. With everything she needed to be bought she replied to Stephen.Thank you, Mr Harper. I will see you at 8am on Saturday after sending the text, London worried slightly of the "x" at the end. Was it too informal? It didn't matter now, the text was gone, he probably had it by now. When was Saturday? London checked her phone again, it was Thursday today, which meant she had all day Friday to finish her assignment before it was due in on Tuesday. She decided to spend the rest of the day feeling very sorry for herself and not doing much apart from pick at some snacks and watch some TV. Friday came and passed, London woke feeling vastly better and went on to complete her assignment. The day was taken up by drafts, first drafts and completing her work. It was when the sun began to dip when she realized what was to happen the following morning. She went to bed after laying out her jeans and tee, along with her new riding gear ready for the morning. Setting an alarm for 7am, London fell into a blissful sleep. Stephen, on the other hand, had a great deal of difficult going to sleep. He had been vaguely aware his social life had suffered over the past year, but the prospect of a date, or several dates, or an actual relationship, with London after such a long dry spell was ... well ... exciting. And, he knew the next two years of school would not be as stressful as the last one. Were things really looking up? He didn't want to be overly optimistic only to suffer a letdown, but hewasoptimistic. And Steve, as usual, had set two alarm clocks. One for 5:45, the other for 6:00. By 7:00 he was dressed for a day of riding (Western style in jeans, boots, and a broad-brim hat) and fidgeting nervously waiting until time to pick up his date. Ironically, this time Saturday morning there would be very little traffic, but by 7:05 he was on the road anyway, simply circling the block a few times once he got to her neighborhood until he decided to just pull over to the curb and wait. At 7:50 he called her number to tell her he was in the neighborhood and could pick her up if she was ready. Only after her phone began ringing did he realize that wasn't a smart thing to do - pressuring her into "being ready" before the agreed-upon time. Well, if she answered, he'd think of something. London was ready when her phone rang. It wasn't an issue today. Her jeans clung tightly to her body, the tee followed suit, the boots sat high up her calf and had a sheen on them that an Olympic show jumper would have been proud of. Grabbing her crop, her bag and her hat she opened the door to wait on the steps to watch Stephen pull up in whatever it was he was driving. Stepping out onto the steps, the sun was beginning to take the chill from the surrounding air. The clouds were beginning to disperse, and the world was beginning to wake it would seem. The noise of a car engine made her turn around, she had been tapping her crop against her own rear idly as she waited for her lift and company for the day. The Harper family had money. Perhaps not as much money as the James family -- that was yet to be determined -- but they had money, which meant that Stephen hadaccessto money, which meant if he wanted to drive a BMW even though he had spent the past five years as an unemployed university student, he could. So he did. Since at least one parents said it was okay and the other parent didn't object. Someday he would be earning his own money, but for now he was learning to spend someone else's. After all, he had an image to keep up.(into her driveway in his high school graduation present, a BMW Z4 convertible, this time he didn't forget the condoms. Stephen marveled at how hot London looked -- not that it was surprising, she would look hot in anything, but there was something about those boots, those pants, that top ... well, to make a long story short -everything about her was amazing. Then there was the riding crop. He knew better than to dwell on what she could do with that. Naturally, the situation called for the inevitable comment regarding English vs Western style of dress and horsemanship, which amazingly he managed tonotfumble. Indeed, thingswerelooking up, and only got better once they arrived at the restaurant which he only visited occasionally. Amazingly enough, the hostess remembered him and the waitress was the same one for whom he left an exceptionally large tip his previous visit. The service was exceptional. As they wrapped up the meal, Stephen ventured another attempt at saying something risky. "London, I . I don't want to come across as a pessimist, but ... well, I'm not very experienced at this ... riding horses I mean, and if ... umm... if my efforts prove less than impressive, I'd like you to remember that I'm good at other things ... and um. Well. I'd like to see you again." A pause as he quickly ran it all through his mind to see if he messed it up anywhere, if anything required clarification. "See you socially, I mean." London couldn't help but smile when Stephen said he wanted to see her more on a social basis. She liked him, a lot. That set the tone for a lovely day. London was educated in the difference between British and American riding styles. Even though she hated to admit, she was beginning to enjoy the more laid back approach to being in the saddle. The day was ended beautifully on a high note. A romantic kiss at the door. Stephen didn't come in. NARRATOR'S VOICE - And wavy lines.~~~~~~~That first date wrote how the story would continue for the next 3 years. After another couple of light-hearted dates, the pair became an item. London and Stephen were the perfect couple. Everyone doted on them. The James family wholeheartedly approved of their daughter's boyfriend, and it wasn't long before they started pressing her to set a date. Although they were close, they hadn't consummated their relationship, favoring to save themselves for their wedding night. Birthdays were spent romantically, dates were regular. It wasn't uncommon for the two of them to jet off to Paris or Milan, either for London to shop to her heart's content or for Stephen to romance her. On London's 25th birthday, Stephen proposed at the Ranch they had had their first date on. London cried, Stephen laughed, and they celebrated by spending their first night together. Not having sex, just sleeping cuddled up under some blankets in front of a fire. This is where we come in. The final plans for the wedding were in place, apart from the vows. London had chosen her dress, a very special shopping trip to the City of London, where the rest of her family met her husband to be. The designer dress was bought back with her and hung in her wardrobe. Hair and make-up trials had been sorted, and the final decisions had been made.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Darling, you can worship me or cherish me, as long as you are wrapping your arms around me at the end of the night, I don't mind. I am more than happy to have the vows your parents want for us." London crinkled her nose up as she least in to kiss Stephen on the cheek. The butterflies in her tummy were getting more active as the days before the wedding were getting less and less." You have sorted the entertainment out for the reception, haven't you?" London, moved his arm and sat herself upon his lap, staring into his eyes and kissed him on the lips." I can't wait to become Mrs Harper. I also have a very different surprise for you for our wedding night." She winked at him, a wicked grin was broad across her pretty face. A different surprise was an understatement. It wasn't easy maintaining a long distance relationship for the remainder of their time in school, with her at UCLA and him as Stanford, but it was perhaps a good thing Stephen didn't have the distraction during his remaining time at law school. He spent every weekend he could visit "his family" - which meant he had a place to stay at his parents home while he was visiting London. Finally, it was done ... graduation, and following that the bar exam, and he took his rightful place in the firm. He wanted to get married right away, as soon as possible after graduation, but the forces of reason and practicality deemed otherwise. After all, he still had to pass the bar exam and get settled in to his new position at the firm, and London had plans for after graduation as well. Limiting her career options to a single city could make things more challenging for her. Then there were the wedding plans. Poor Stephen had no idea what he was getting into. If he did, he would have insisted on eloping. Fortunately, the women involved - London, her mother, his mother - took on the lion's share of the decision-making, while the men only had to worry about paying the expenses the women incurred. Almost three years in a relationship and they hadn't had sex. Stephen had long ago accepted the fact London, beautiful sexy London, was saving herself for the honeymoon. He had long ago accepted the fact he wasn't getting laid again until after the wedding, and only kept the condom as a souvenir.------And finally it was done. The wedding to rival those of the Royal Family, the reception one might mistake for an Inaugural Ball, the loan of the corporate jet from one of Dad's close friends, and finally, finally, they were there: The honeymoon spot chosen by London. It was the one decision, the only decision, she had insisted on making herself, and she made it clear she wasn't to be questioned. How could he refuse her that? After all, she had vowed to obey him. The wedding had gone down spectacularly. London had specifically told her father that she didn't want to know how much the whole affair had cost, although she would never have to worry about paying the man back. After dazzling the guests with her beautiful medieval inspired dress with a plunging neckline and tulip skirt, they said their vows, kissed at the altar, cut the cake, made the toasts and danced the night away. It was midnight before they left the party in a limo to head for the private jet that was chartered to an island only she and her father knew about. Oh, and the Pilot and Co-Pilot. The cabin crew, which was a rather camp man and a beautiful Brazilian, tended to their every needs. Champagne was served with strawberries and the three-hour flight seemed to disappear in mix of heavy petting and lust-filled kisses. When they landed, their bags were loaded into a battered 4x4, and they were driven for another hour before they reached their destination. The cabin was on the shore front, the golden sands sparkling in the morning sunlight as it began to peek over the horizon. The cabin had all the mod cons including a swimming pool and jacuzzi. As London began to excitedly tell her new husband of what the cabin had, she pulled him eagerly to the bedroom." Come with me darling, we can unpack in the morning." Her eyes twinkling with mischief as she smiled broadly, her face lighting up as she disappeared into the bedroom. Among all the beautiful and amazing things his new bride had said to him in the past few hours, "unpack in the morning" was surely one of the most welcome. Honestly, the woman had brought along three times the amount of luggage he did, and for a honeymoon he hoped would be mostly limited to laying on the beach in swim wear, or frolicking about the bedroom in even less. Finally. Finally, after a three-year hiatus from sexual contact in any form, he was about to make love to his wife. His wife. Wow. Could life be any more perfect than it is right now? Absolutely not. Trying not to look too eager -- after all, he was the man in the relationship -- he followed his beautiful wife into the bedroom, loosening and removing accessories as he went. Satisfied her new husband was naked, London smiled." Lay on the bed darling, I am just going to freshen up." Her face the embodiment of innocence as she left him in the room. After spending 20 minutes in the bathroom, when she came out, she could have passed for the Virgin Mary herself. Her long dark hair hung around her breasts. The small lacy négligée did little to dull the imagination. Her pert nipples poked through the lace as it hung missing her taut stomach. Moving over to the bed, she slowly made her way up the mattress and along her naked husband's body, kissing his legs and inner thighs, getting ever so close to his cock." Sorry darling, I don't quite know what I am doing. Is this alright?" Her eyes lifting from his cock to meet his gaze. Innocence still glowing from her as her hands traced the kissed she had just laid. Poor Stephen just lay there, feeling self-conscious, for what seemed like hours waiting for his wife to return to the bedroom. He draped a corner of the bedsheet over himself and waited, unable to resist the urge to just touch himself occasionally. Lightly of course. An erect penishasto be touched if at all possible ... it's one of those laws of nature. Stephen knew not to let himself get carried away... the last thing he wanted to do was masturbate on his wedding night. Masturbate. Well that's a concept he's certainly become familiar with over the past three years. His last "session" was yesterday. Sure he felt a little guilty each time he did it, but it was necessary every time, and especially the last time. He didn't want to orgasm too quickly his first time with his wife, so a premarital release was in order. He knew he'd be ready for her again when the time came. And technically, it was no longer yesterday, but the day before. Hopefully, masturbation was a hobby for which he would no longer have the time or inclination, as all his sexual release from this point on would be in the company of his beautiful sexy wife. Finally, she appeared. Looking lovelier than he dared fantasize she might. He wasn't going to whip the sheet off to the side and yell "surprise" or anything so unromantic, but left it in place to let her slowly pull it away. And soon, the question that has been nagging him for the past three years was answered with a question:"I don't quite know what I am doing. Is this alright?" She didn't know what she was doing! His bride is a virgin! It didn't occur to him, she knewexactlywhat she was doing - which is exactly why he wasn't able to think clearly and realize she knew exactly what she was doing." Yesssssss. Yes, it's." gasping for breath, her touch driving him crazy "alright. But. Wh. Why don't you uh, just lay down and let me ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god... let me. Let me. Sh.show you we. What to do." As her hands edged closer to his obviously erect cock, her hair tumbled in front of her face and she smiled." Are you sure? If I am doing the right thing, then surely I should continue." Her smile was match as her hand delicately wrapped around him." You are big. Will it fit?" London was telling the truth, she didn't know what she was doing. On her first time, she didn't really have much input into the act itself. Leaning forward she placed a kiss upon his cock through the sheet, leaving a lipstick mark upon it. Crawling up his toned body, London continued to place kisses over his taut stomach and chest. When she was eye to eye with him, she sat upon him, her bare pussy on his solid cock with only a sheet between them." Darling, take me as your wife." Her voice was heavy with lust, pleading with him as she rubbed herself on his cock, teasing him. Stephen was going out of his mind with lust. Now he knew his "premarital masturbation" sessionhadbeen a good thing. Otherwise, he would be so out of control he might throw her on her back and start pounding away, driven by his animalistic need to orgasm. Calmly. Gently. Make her first time special, don't make her feel used." I love you so much." A few deep breaths as he repositioned himself on the bed, pulling away from her so he could think. "Just roll over and lay back and just... relax. Put yourself completely in my hands. I promise it won't hurt. We'll take it nice and slow." Nice and slow. What willpower that would take. Stephen began on his wife much the same way she began on him, only with his fingers instead of his lips. Gently stroking her inner thigh with one hand, as he kissed her neck (with occasional forays farther south) whispering romantic things to her -- as romantic as his hormone drenched brain could muster. Love you so much. So beautiful. Wanted this for so long. So perfect. You made me the luckiest man in the world. God, how he wished he was inside her now! His fingers brushing over her sex now, he whispered "you're wet, aren't you?" and began gently probing with the tip of a single finger. As much of a hurry as he was in, he wanted to make sure she was ready to receive him first. London relaxed into the bedding, her eyes hooded with lust as her new husband pulled away to start from scratch as it were. With the promise that he wouldn't hurt her fresh on his lips, his fingers began to dance upon her skin. She couldn't help but lift her pelvis off the bed, as though trying to encourage him to move them closer to where she needed them to be. As he muttered sweet nothing's to her, his lips dancing upon her flesh. When his fingers toyed with her sex, she could feel how slick she was with arousal, without him pointing it out. London gasped and had to stop herself from grinding upon his hand as he slid his finger within her. Her toes were curling, and her hands were switching between gripping the white bedsheets and his hair." Please, give me more!" She pleaded hungrily with him.

New Marriage Traditions (Damned Eternally and NiceTexasGuy)|rating:3.0

Avengers Grimm_ OOC Thread

Welcome, my pretties! We've got enough interested parties now, so that we can start our IOC discussions before the IC thread is up and running which I anticipate will happen tonight after work. Good hunting! When posting in IC, please use this format so it's easier for keeping track of things. Code: [Select][float right][IMG padding=10 height=200] face claim of choice-feel free to use different ones each time as long as it's still the same person's face[IMG][b][b]Character Name/Alias[/b]: [b]Location[/b]: Continent (N, S, E, W), Province (Pan-Asia, Africa, Russia, South America, etc.), and Kingdom/Territory (Which royal controls this turf or is it like international waters?)[b]Current Action(s)[/b]: Traveling, searching, fighting, training, etc.[b]Tagging[/b]: None, NPCs or actual player characters[/b][/float right] Cu Cúchulainn is up; additionally have added a picture of a rather grizzly looking bone-spear to represent Gáe Bolg, and a spoiler'd YouTube vid of some rousing fightin' music. Goddammit, Hanged. I thought I was totally going to get in on the first, but you're a talented sniper. Nicely done. ’D I need opinions. Should Snow White being lawful good or chaotic good? I was going to go with lawful good... but I also kinda see her being the type to do whatever needs to be done, even if it doesn't exactly go along with a set of 'rules' or 'laws'. You get what I mean? What do you guys think? Straight laced lawful good? Or do what has to be done chaotic good? Why not Neutral Good? When it suits her needs, she acts within a (very flexible, but not formalized) code; when it needs to be done, she breaks the rules. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 15-11-2017, 21:00:43I need opinions. Should Snow White being lawful good or chaotic good? I was going to go with lawful good... but I also kinda see her being the type to do whatever needs to be done, even if it doesn't exactly go along with a set of 'rules' or 'laws'. You get what I mean? What do you guys think? Straight laced lawful good? Or do what has to be done chaotic good? If she's in between and acts situationally, sounds like textbook Neutral Good to me Char sheet in with some real backstory now. May adjust depending on the nature of Bixby and their relationship (Angie, I am quite flexible on those points.) Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 15-11-2017, 21:00:43I need opinions. Should Snow White being lawful good or chaotic good? I was going to go with lawful good... but I also kinda see her being the type to do whatever needs to be done, even if it doesn't exactly go along with a set of 'rules' or 'laws'. You get what I mean? What do you guys think? Straight laced lawful good? Or do what has to be done chaotic good? I had thought lawful good meant that she would simply always oppose evil. I mean, I didn't think an action like killing one's enemies would forbid one from remaining lawful good, I just thought that meant they couldn't be corrupted and tempted to join the dark side. Chaotic good would be more self-serving in intent even if they opposed evil, but weren't generally geared toward doing good for others if they didn't otherwise need to. So I guess my definition would be, lawful good is like Captain America, whereas chaotic good would be more like a mercenary who won't work for anyone who wants to hire them to be purposefully harmful to others. Lawful evil would be like Rumpelstiltskin, who not only makes it their mission to do wicked things but delights in it, while chaotic evil would be a mercenary who has no ethical qualms about working for the bad guys and wouldn't hesitate to screw over a 'good' employer if the opportunity for a better payoff presented itself, but doesn't go around causing trouble just for the hell of it. That's just my take on it. Quote from: Mathis on 16-11-2017, 02:24:04I had thought lawful good meant that she would simply always oppose evil. I mean, I didn't think an action like killing one's enemies would forbid one from remaining lawful good, I just thought that meant they couldn't be corrupted and tempted to join the dark side. Chaotic good would be more self-serving in intent even if they opposed evil, but weren't generally geared toward doing good for others if they didn't otherwise need to. So I guess my definition would be, lawful good is like Captain America, whereas chaotic good would be more like a mercenary who won't work for anyone who wants to hire them to be purposefully harmful to others. Lawful evil would be like Rumpelstiltskin, who not only makes it their mission to do wicked things but delights in it, while chaotic evil would be a mercenary who has no ethical qualms about working for the bad guys and wouldn't hesitate to screw over a 'good' employer if the opportunity for a better payoff presented itself, but doesn't go around causing trouble just for the hell of it. That's just my take on it. For Lawful good... here is an example... Say there was a really clever serial murderer roaming the lands, perfect at covering his tracks and perfect at getting himself out of being dealt with by authorities... and Snow White knows he's the murderer, knows it without a shadow of doubt... but she can't prove it. Lawful good would demand she allow him to stand trial and abide by the decision made... which means he'd do what he always does and get off free as a bird. Whereas for Neutral good, Snow White would be able to take matters into her own hands and ensure he can never hurt anyone else again. See? :) Wouldn't that be chaotic, though, not neutral? I could go off about alignment, but, I'd rather not because it's no fun to argue about. Suffice to say that Lawful Good characters will usually respect laws that help facilitate "good" and will often oppose those that are directly tyrannical, while Chaotic Good will happily break any law he chooses before his morning breakfast. They're the ones more likely to off the big bad of the hour instead of taking him to trial, more likely to swipe an important item and promise to bring it back later, more likely to pick the locks and let slaves run wild rather than work to change the system. Basically, the main difference tends to be one of method:Lawful: "Work within the laws and only break them when there is no other option." Chaotic: "Screw the laws, I'm doing what's right!" Neutral: "Whichever of those two above is more effective at the moment." Hugh. That's an unfamiliar explanation, but if people can agree on it is I suppose the most important bit. Quote from: Angie on 16-11-2017, 02:40:00I could go off about alignment, but, I'd rather not because it's no fun to argue about. Suffice to say that Lawful Good characters will usually respect laws that help facilitate "good" and will often oppose those that are directly tyrannical, while Chaotic Good will happily break any law he chooses before his morning breakfast. They're the ones more likely to off the big bad of the hour instead of taking him to trial, more likely to swipe an important item and promise to bring it back later, more likely to pick the locks and let slaves run wild rather than work to change the system. Basically, the main difference tends to be one of method:Lawful: "Work within the laws and only break them when there is no other option." Chaotic: "Screw the laws, I'm doing what's right!" Neutral: "Whichever of those two above is more effective at the moment." This is the closest description so far to my own understanding. Meanwhile, Lawful Evil characters tend to believe in using laws and power structures to get ahead, and probably desire to get into a position where they are the tyrant calling those shots, Neutral Evil characters are pure Machiavellian (personal benefit by whatever means is handy), and Chaotic Evil are at best merely selfish and antiauthoritarian, and at worst "just want to watch the world burn". Common examples are Vader and Palatine as LE and the Joker and Kafka as CE. Also, this is just an addendum but, don't get caught up on alignment. Think of it as a general guide to how your character would act but don't let it restrain you. Quote from: Angie on 16-11-2017, 02:48:16Also this is just an addendum but, don't get caught up on alignment. Think of it as a general guide to how your character would act but don't let it restrain you. Very good advice for everyone. People never really end up agreeing on everything to do with alignment and if they try to enforce to rigidly in an RP it leads to endless tail chasing debate, or Cancerization / self-caricature of characters. I thought of it more in terms of allegiance when I put that as a part of the character profiles. Basically, is this person a team player or are they more of a loner who wouldn't want to feel like a goody-two-shoes by joining a group of heroes? I guess it was more complicated than that. Quote from: Mathis on 16-11-2017, 03:06:56I thought of it more in terms of allegiance when I put that as a part of the character profiles. Basically, is this person a team player or are they more of a loner who wouldn't want to feel like a goody-two-shoes by joining a group of heroes? I guess it was more complicated than that. That can certainly work. CGS are definitely more likely to go off on their own, but at the same time, nothing stops them from helping out others. In fact, often times their loner ways are directly meant to help others by taking care of problems that only they can solve, and they don't need a team of Lawful types behind them wondering if picking locks, breaking into the bad guy's stronghold, and stabbing him 30 times in his sleep is the best course of action. So it'll be up to the lawful goodies then to try and rein them in and make them join up for the greater good. Quote from: Mathis on 16-11-2017, 03:19:22So it'll be up to the lawful goodies then to try and rein them in and make them join up for the greater good. Lol, that's what Snow is all about, hence why she's neutral good... she's willing to do for the greater good what lawful good characters might cringe too much to do, even if she herself doesn't like it. She will never again suffer a tyrannical villainlike her stepmother doing as they please, she'll stop them one way or another. Snow White will definitely put forward a compelling recruit speech for anyone reluctant ;) Well, don't forget, in order for a speech to be compelling, she'll have to know what is compelling to each character. Just the "greater good" argument isn't going to have any effect on Kit." It's for the greater good! Eventually, they'll get you, too!"" I've felt that way about humans for almost four hundred years, none of you wanted to help avoid a genocide then."" But, it's only a matter of time before they kill you!"" I've hidden from the entire world for four hundred years, I can hide from one douchebag that isn't even after me, highness, for a few decades before he croaks." Kit isn't the most agreeable person ever. Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 16-11-2017, 05:13:41Well, don't forget, in order for a speech to be compelling, she'll have to know what is compelling to each character. Just the "greater good" argument isn't going to have any effect on Kit. "It's for the greater good! Eventually, they'll get you, too!" "I've felt that way about humans for almost four hundred years, none of you wanted to help avoid a genocide then."" But, it's only a matter of time before they kill you!"" I've hidden from the entire world for four hundred years, I can hide from one douchebag that isn't even after me, highness, for a few decades before he croaks." Kit isn't the most agreeable person ever. Bixby might have to step in and push the undecided into doing it. He may have to go all Terry Pratchett's Death on people-and that was a character type I was very much considering! So some of his more wiser moments may have to be folded into Bixby. I even have a speech lined up! Well, that would... Certainly be an interesting confrontation. I'm not familiar with Pratchett's work. But the overall point is clear. Not sure if that would have the effect you're looking for, but it would be entertaining to see which lines would be drawn. Death is actually a really nice guy in the Disc world books. He's far more of a wise mentor type who treats the reaping of souls as a job-because it is. He actually cares way more about humans then he ever lets on. Bixby might have started acting in a similar way-yes he still inspires fear, that's his job, but now that he's more philosophical about it, he's more than just the primal essence of fear, at least. Ah, that brings some much-needed perspective! I thought we were already getting into the "figure out who dies" stage, and I was a little tense. But that makes a lot more sense, then, and might work. He'd have a good chance of being able to pinpoint what would tip the scales for her. And of course, if you can convince Kong into it, Kit will probably follow along anyway. Would it help to know that Rumple will be mocking them all for fighting and arguing among themselves, which will make them all easy pickings for him? Quote from: Mathis on 16-11-2017, 07:05:07Would it helps to know that Rumple will be mocking them all for fighting and arguing among themselves, which will make them all easy pickings for him? In that case, Bixby will just shut up, but he'll be smiling knowingly the whole time. Quote from: Mathis on 16-11-2017, 07:05:07Would it helps to know that Rumple will be mocking them all for fighting and arguing among themselves, which will make them all easy pickings for him? Cu Cúchulainn is basically there for the challenge (hence Chaotic), but is ultimately a Good person (even if fighting the other heroes would be a bigger challenge, he'd never work for ol' rump-dumpy). I'm pretty sure if he shows up in some manifestation, it'll get the guy known for berserker rage fits to inspire everybody to fight together. >:) i.e. "No man would take that trash talk sitting down. Time to sharpen the swords, there's killin' to do." Would he sacrifice himself to save another, though? That's the real measure of a hero. Which means by default, Kit is absolutely not a hero." They're going to burn to death!"" Yeah.... that sucks."" Hurry or they'll die!"" Yeah, but... I don't know if you've noticed, I'm made of fur. Fur is flammable."" You're not going to help them?"" No, I'm... I'm not really, no."" You're no hero!"" Naw, have you noticed those are in short supply? Survival rate is nothing to envy." Well, we do have the IC open, for any who want to use it. I will get something up for Snow White tomorrow after my errands. Quote from: Angie on 17-11-2017, 07:40:50Well, we do have the IC open, for any who want to use it. Yup. No restrictions on anyone posting, by all means, everyone, if you feel ready, have at it. The invitations have been sent, so whether you've already accepted it and gone through the mirror to Snow's court or are still mulling it over, or if you're villainous and want to stay out of it and/or are contemplating joining Rumpelstiltskin, that's really your only prompt, the rest is up to your creative minds. Quote from: Mathis on 17-11-2017, 16:08:40Yup. No restrictions on anyone posting, by all means, everyone, if you feel ready, have at it. The invitations have been sent, so whether you've already accepted it and gone through the mirror to Snow's court or are still mulling it over, or if you're villainous and want to stay out of it and/or are contemplating joining Rumpelstiltskin, that's really your only prompt, the rest is up to your creative minds. In addition to this, Snow White would have distributed one of her late stepmother's many traveling mirrors to each of her allies. But pretty much any mirror can be reached, provided it's accessed through the Master mirror in her castle. Also, they can use compact mirrors as primitive cell phones. Kong wouldn't need muchanyconvincing. His mission from Buddha is to kick Rumple's ass, so he's in from the get-go. Besides, that tiara burns like shit if he doesn't do what Buddha says, lol. And when they succeed, he becomes the Jade Heaven's equal. So suck it Jade Emperor!!! -Monkey Dance-Quote from: Juggtacular on 17-11-2017, 19:01:17Wukong wouldn't need much any convincing. His mission from Buddha is to kick Rumple's ass, so he's in from the get-go. Besides, that tiara burns like shit if he doesn't do what Buddha says, lol. And when they succeed, he becomes the Jade Heaven's equal. So suck it Jade Emperor!!! -Monkey Dance-I admit, I am highly fascinated by your monkey king ^.^ Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 17-11-2017, 19:08:32I admit, I am highly fascinated by your monkey king ^.^ Why, thank you. The key is to have fun, and realize that we humans are basically monkeys anyway so just act natural. XD He says of the creature that jumps five hundred kilometers or something and flies on a cloud. Yeah, act natural. Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 17-11-2017, 22:10:20He says of the creature that jumps five hundred kilometers or something and flies on a cloud. Yeah, act natural. Yep, completely natural. Using the "Pickle Rick" argument - Monkey King does what he does, because he can. XD"The reason anyone would do this, if they could. Which they can't. Would be because they could, which they can't." I don't know what half you said actually means, but it sounds precisely how I feel about raising children. You need to watch Rick and Morty, is the gist of what it means. LOL. I don't know about need to. But I do know that I've heard many people speak favorably of it. Mind you, never in anything resembling detail, but they do tend to say the same kind of thing you've said. He's right, but yeah the main point of that statement is from an episode when Rick being the infinitely smart genius that he is, turns himself into a pickle simply because he wants to get out of going to family therapy. His grandson Morty asks him why he did it (as Rick hadn't given a reason yet), and why anyone even would do it. Rick basically says, "The reason I do any of the crazy super-science shit I do, is because I can. Other people would too if they could, but they can't, which is why they don't. The reason I do? Is because I can." Well, definitely sounds like child-rearing to me! So uh...there was a Snow White post coming, right? Quote from: Angie on 20-11-2017, 21:01:54So uh...there was a Snow White post coming, right? Yes, tonight hopefully, RL swooped in to beach slap me randomly in the face. I'll work hard to get it prepared by tonight. Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 18-11-2017, 04:22:48Well, definitely sounds like child-rearing to me! I think their idea of child-rearing is like when Rick forced Morty to hide illegal, pointy fist-sized seeds in his bum to smuggle them through alien customs. Ok, now I'm really not wanting to watch... That was just the pilot episode. Things get a lot less juvenile as it goes along (or at least, when it does go juvenile, it's appealing.) ENH. I'm glad it's something you guys can enjoy, in any case. I'm going to get some groundwork done tonight and finish up tomorrow early afternoon while I have my coffee. You guys are sexy and fabulous for being so patient ;) Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 21-11-2017, 05:27:54I'm going to get some groundwork done tonight and finish up tomorrow early afternoon while I have my coffee. You guys are sexy and fabulous for being so patient ;)No worries, love. It's about to be Thanksgiving anyway, so people will be out and such. Related, I'll be Genesis now through mid next week on Thanksgiving vacation. Right! Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends! Okay, I am awake now, later than I intended (grumbles) and I will begin finishing my intro for Snow. Shouldn't be any longer from now than an hour or two. Also, I am working up the blue fairy from Pinocchio's tale to be a loyal aid to Snow White. Aww...someone should play an evil Pinocchio as a foil to her. So long as we can actually get posts up soon, I'm all for having a Pinocchio rolling around. Just about finished with this post, I was made to go to the store to get some things for the folks, so I got delayed by a couple of hours. *Clap* Beautiful posts, I hope we can have everyone jump in and maintain that quality soon. Do we have posts? I must have lost the main thread. It might take me a bit to dig it up. Edit: Jugs, I can't post till you do! I ended up staying overnight Thanksgiving with a friend whose internet is from back in the stone-age, and now I just found out I left a receipt from GameStop at the store, so I have ride back there, and then hit another Black Friday sale elsewhere so I might not be able to get my intro post up til late afternoon or evening today. Sorry it took so long to get a post up. I hope it works for everyone. Let me know when it's good for Snow White to respond, I don't want to jump back in too fast or at the wrong time. I will get a post up tonight if at all possible! Should be... But just in case, tomorrow evening at the latest. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 28-11-2017, 05:04:55Let me know when it's good for Snow White to respond, I don't want to jump back in too fast or at the wrong time. I think Jung's latest response would be a good one to jump back in after. She may not like how justifying how some of the heroes might be convinced to do what they've been asked, but she'll know that 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend', even if later on, they might be at odds too. I'll have something up either tonight or tomorrow at some point. WheezesI finally have time to myself! But very briefly. Hey, my name is Painter! I look forward to playing with you all. I hope to have read all the posts and maybe even posted for myself by the middle of next week! Furthermore, I'll be posting tomorrow, my RL slammed me over the last few days. It would be a big help to know where exactly everyone is presently at. Well, I'm in one of the guest rooms. Red probably joined me. I feel like a broken record, but I got slammed with last minute birthday celebration preparation for my sister's boyfriend, it's safe to say I am utterly exhausted. I will be posting tomorrow, even if I have to lock my door and hide from the household, lol. However, they can always get to know each other a bit, they aren't even supposed to be meeting with Snow White until later in the evening anyway. I get the strangest feeling that Bixby may not be the most polite of dinner guests...bets on whose worse at the dinner table, him or Kong? Quote from: Angie on 06-12-2017, 22:14:28I get the strangest feeling that Bixby may not be the most polite of dinner guests...bets on whose worse at the dinner table, him or Kong? Snow White lived with Dwarves, she can handle anything ;) Quote from: ff on 06-12-2017, 22:42:16 Basically, yeah! Although the dwarves did TRY to behave for Snow White as much as they possibly could. I'll bet they did(Quote from: ff on 06-12-2017, 23:33:09I'll bet they did(Out of curiosity, how does Bixby know what's in Kit's mind? Or was that author exposition? Edit: Cu Cúchulainn was definitely a part of the Anna, though, was he not? I mean, if I recall correctly, he was closely tied to Hugh. While he may have his own idea of "heaven", wouldn't he at least be willing to accept that it was possible for a mortal to become divine in some fashion? Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 07-12-2017, 12:27:27Out of curiosity, how does Bixby know what's in Kit's mind? Or was that author exposition? Mostly exposition, though assuming he knows if she's the last or not, he'd probably guess that she's afraid of it. That said, he probably doesn't know that bit. Okay. Just wanted to be sure. Okay, now I have to ask... I've never considered Kit to be fearful before. How or where is he getting that from? Fuck it, I'll just rewrite that part when I get home. I'm starting to really hate Bixby, getting how afraid someone is or isn't just sets me up for a way too easy rebuttal. Can I reroll my character? Well, hang on, maybe there's another way to look at the power? Maybe he can sense fear, but not necessarily know where it comes from? Or maybe shades of fear, such as uncertainty right through to terror? Because Kit would certainly have some uncertainty, but while she's distrusting, she's more bitter and angry about it than anything else. Maybe Bixby can help stoke or quell fear in other people? If there's a little fear there, he can make it worse, or if there's too much he can make it a little better? Or, we could just be mindful of Bixby's abilities and make sure we put some exposition into our posts to let you know what level of fear they're feeling? Technically I did forget to put the whole "fear sense" somewhere in there. Like, he has it as a required secondary power so he can use his ability to increase it. I don't know though. I feel like I'm trying to play a character that's way outside what I can actually do. Furthermore, I don't know what I'm doing with this guy, and it just doesn't feel like what I'm trying is working. In the end, it has to be your decision what to do with the character. But I'm willing to work with you in any way I can to help out. Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 07-12-2017, 12:27:27Edit: Cu Cúchulainn was definitely a part of the Anna, though, was he not? I mean, if I recall correctly, he was closely tied to Hugh. While he may have his own idea of "heaven", wouldn't he at least be willing to accept that it was possible for a mortal to become divine in some fashion? In Celtic mythology there really isn't an actual Heaven, so the word itself wouldn't mean anything to him. They have Mag Well (The Land of Promise) and Air Na not (The Land of Ever Youth), which can be likened to Heaven/paradise. And yes, Cu Cúchulainn was said to be the son of Hugh, but he was raised on Earth (though I'm playing him as having spent a significant amount of time in the Otherworld, which is where the Side live, and which is definitely nowhere near comparable to Heaven, Hell, Purgatory or any other similar concepts, and I would liken more to an alternate dimension/parallel universe). Anyways, that's the interpretation I went with/what I was going for: semantic confusion. I have always loved Celtic lore. Yeah, Cu Cúchulainn was always considered mortal and merely an incarnation of Hugh/son of Hugh (depending on whether you're working directly from the Ulster cycle and how much Catholic influence you're working with), so there'd have to be definitely some modifications no matter which way you go (also because Celtic mythology is cyclical and confusing, since there's really no chronological progression and even the Femoral were said to have existed and not existed at the same time, long before the rise of the Banana properly and long after the final fall of man). Mag Well was about as close to Heaven as they would have gotten, though. Their Elysium, for all intents and purposes. So I suppose I can see where the confusion might come from. I had thought it was outright denial, so I was, in turn, also confused. Sorry about the confusion. It's something I love, but as you said it yourself, the mythology itself is pretty warped (which tends to happen when a thousand years of it was nothing but oral tradition, and then the only people to really dedicate it to paper were foreign invaders of a sort, but I digress). Absolutely! And not only that, but you had multiple tribes with their own lore, and following that there was the Roman invasion what only partly copied the wise words, and then from that point it was waved after wave of partly-copied, roughly-translated stories cobbled together from the "expertise" of previous invaders. Fascinating culture, but there's always more layers to delve into because there's always someone else's interpretation that has all but obliterated the initial lore. As long as it's a cool story I don't care how close it is to the original telling. Well, yeah, for things like this I can agree completely. We're free to take license here. But when it comes to the lore of an entire people, I tend to feel more than a little affronted by lazy fact-checking and arrogant claims of expertise ruining an entire generation or more's opportunity to learn of their heritage in any meaningful way. I thought most stories were multifaceted. It's something I just accepted and went with. I have heard so many iterations of various Greek myths, for instance, that I was under the impression there was no such thing as canon in theirs or any other such mythos. I think the difference in my mind is that the variances in Greek mythology are organic. The differences in Irish-specific mythology are the result of waves of invaders trying to suppress them and portray their culture as inferior. First the Romans, and then the Catholic Church. The Greek myths were, yes, amalgamated into the Roman Empire in much the same way, except with the Greeks, they already had the tendency to record their own histories and were therefore able to preserve a version of their past for themselves. And, as far as the Catholic Church goes, retelling of their traditions was never outlawed in the same way since the Hellenistic civilization was not only closely tied to the Romans - with which Jesus himself had direct history - but had largely faded by the time the Catholic Church came to power. In the case of Celtic mythology, however, it was a tradition that was still alive and well when the Catholic Church came to their shores and the people were put to death en masse if they defied the orders of the church in reciting the "barbaric, heretical" version of events instead of the version that the church favored. This didn't happen on the same scale with the Greeks because they were considered civilized and enlightened. It's the same bone I have to pick with how colonization of the western "new world" eroded native culture in very strong ways, imposing Christian themes and values on already-standing oral traditions. Because it wasn't recorded in a "civilized" manner, it was considered disposable. As with the Irish and Scottish in particular, there is no known record of any original tales without the Catholic and later European influence. I understand where you're coming from, since you look at it primarily as entertainment. I'm coming from a place of frustration since between the shores of Cork County and the Mohawk nation lies my direct bloodline. My mother is of Irish descent and my father is Mohawk. Between the two cultures, very little of their initial ideals and beliefs can be traced with a certainty, because of the cultures that were enforced on them. So while to you, it's just a nice story, to me, it's a reminder that I will never know the roots of my culture because we didn't share our wisdom the way the self-appointed powers of the day wanted us to in order to be considered legitimate. In other words, to you, it's just a story, to me, it's lost identity. Oh. I mean... I don't even know my ethnic background, and honestly never really cared or gave it a thought, so it never occurred to me others might feel that way about things. Furthermore, I've just never had that identity as part of my psyche so it never felt like it was lost since it's something I never had to begin with. That's fair. I come from traditions that are fiercely proud, to say the least, so it just happens to be part of my cultural makeup. As well as a good deal of resentment. I suppose you could say I'm genetically inclined. It's all good. :-) Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 14-12-2017, 08:18:59That's fair. I come from traditions that are fiercely proud, to say the least, so it just happens to be part of my cultural makeup. As well as a good deal of resentment. I suppose you could say I'm genetically inclined. I can see how that would be. It literally never came up with my 'family'. Never knew one entire side of the gene pool and the other was adopted, and the grandparents were ancient and demented anyway so I literally don't know where I came from. Sounds like your story could kind of make up for it, though. Eh...it's more depressing than harrowing. Sorry. Didn't mean to bring up bad stuff. Nah, just saying it wouldn't make a good story, is all. Apparently we do not watch the same movies. Oh, I don't doubt that. I'm kind of all over the place with my taste in films and most of them are really esoteric. Well, it's brought us Avengers Grimm, so it can't be all bad. I couldn't quite finish the movie myself, but I saw enough to get an idea of it. Last night, I spent watching my own favorite movie (Boondocks Saints. The original, not All Saint's Day) for the ... what, fortieth time? Then I fell asleep watching Never Back Down. Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 15-12-2017, 17:28:33Well, it's brought us Avengers Grimm, so it can't be all bad. I couldn't quite finish the movie myself, but I saw enough to get an idea of it. Last night, I spent watching my own favorite movie (Boondocks Saints. The original, not All Saint's Day) for the ... what, fortieth time? Then I fell asleep watching Never Back Down. I remember Never Back Down. That was back before Quicksilver discovered his speed. Well, getting involved with Twilight vampires can make me want to run away that fast, too, especially when they put you in the hospital right before the Beat down! I'm so confused about what you guys are referencing there. How does Never Back Down connect to Twilight? But Boondocks Saints is definitely on my favorite non-superhero movies list. Too bad part 2 wasn't able to live up to it. It had some moments but just wasn't fun. I agree. And now I've heard rumors about making a third one! Never Back Down has actors in it who have also appeared in the X-Men series (Quicksilver played by the same guy who plays the main character's best friend in Never Back Down) and the antagonist in Never Back Down also plays an antagonist in the first Twilight movie. So, where Jugs made the reference that Quicksilver (whose character personality is much like that of the character played in NBD) hadn't learned to use his speed yet, I pointed out that the character that plays the antagonist in both Twilight and NBD was the one who put the NBD version of the Quicksilver character into the hospital. Basically, it was Jugs making a reference to another movie, with both of us testing the waters to see what references we would each pick up on. It's a quick and easy way to see if our tastes in pop culture (or at least our ability to maneuver around in it) can be said to follow some of the same lines. I just didn't know what actors were in those god-awful piece of crap movies, so I was like, WTF? Aww... I liked Never Back Down. But for Twilight, I understand the contention. NBD 1-3 are awesome if you just like intense ass kicking sequences. They're not going to win awards though. Twilight I also watch for the action, and it's got some cool people. Colossus, Lucian (Underworld), Mr. Robot, etc... But yeah the movies are kinda garbage, and I'm so mad we only got the wolf shifters, and not the "Children of the Moon", real fucking werewolves who decimate hundreds of vampires at a time. There are some good combat-y bits of Twilight, which are good if you can ignore some of the weird interpersonal awkward moments. Although, for my go-to combat movie when all I want is battle, I definitely go with 300. Blech, the mention of Twilight triggers my gag reflex >. Quote from: Lamenting Quill on 15-12-2017, 20:17:28blech, the mention of Twilight triggers my gag reflex Sgt;.Lt;Thank you! And if you guys are looking for a movie with ass-kicking action scenes, look no further than Kung Fu Hustle. Anyway my sexy party people, whenever anyone wants to meander down to the Great Hall to converse with Snow White, feel free. For description’s sake, she is seated in deep thought at a large rounded table intended for a medium to large group, she wanted the vibe to be more intimate and casual than one of the massive long tables with everyone so spread out would have provided. Don't forget, there's a ghastly-looking seagull/pelican-issue bird monster dropping in to deliver Rumple's message. Anyone can feel free to react to that too. Aren't we waiting for Red? Whoops, will post soon Quote from: Mathis on 16-12-2017, 17:16:53Don't forget, there's a ghastly-looking seagull/pelican-issue bird monster dropping in to deliver Rumple's message. Anyone can feel free to react to that too. Be kinda funny if it flew in an open window and dropped it right into Snow White's lap... well, she might not find it funny, but we would XD I think more appropriately, it would land on the table in the middle of dinner, knocking things over, making a loud noise, molting feathers everywhere, stinking up the place with its dirty body, and, since it would at that point have everyone's undivided attention, it would deliver the message. Quote from: Mathis on 17-12-2017, 05:15:53I think more appropriately, it would land on the table in the middle of dinner, knocking things over, making a loud noise, molting feathers everywhere, stinking up the place with its dirty body, and, since it would at that point have everyone's undivided attention, it would deliver the message. What a way to say 'eh baby, what is up? What color panties you're wearing? ;)'haha, JK XD It very well might ask that if it sees Snow White, since Rumple sees everything it sees. Oh shit, I've been out for so long. I'll get a post up tomorrow. I do intend to post. With the holidays, things went nuts. I plan to post tonight. Sorry everyone! (Especially Jugs!) So I know I've been kinda quiet ever since my last post, and I know I should respond to Red, but I'm trying to give the rest of our party (which is admittedly somewhat small) a chance to post. Don't want to monopolize it. I was waiting on Hanged. But ill post tonight. Outwash on holiday til mid next week myself Yeah, it's just that time of year. Let me get something up. Louis, from the wording of the invitation and such, I thought there was going to be a time gap between arrival and dinner, my bad. I'm going to have to add some to my post, but am unlikely to be able to do it as immediately as I'd like. Well, not everyone has to show up to the table at the same time, some people might be making up their minds still. I'm mainly waiting to see Snow's reaction to the dirty bird. I'll be honest, I haven't read that bit yet. Furthermore, I figured there were still a few hours. Furthermore, I'll wait to see what Jugs does. Furthermore, I haven't moved Kit towards the dining room yet, but she'll follow wherever Sun decides to go, there's too many people around for her to want to be on her own. Furthermore, I'll get a post in tomorrow afternoon This has been quiet for about two months now. Are we still able to revive it, or does it have to be dead again, for now? Quote from: Fury Aphrodisiac on 26-02-2018, 15:59:34 This has been quiet for about two months now. Are we still able to revive it, or does it have to be dead again, for now? I'll start a new one eventually. But if you know of anyone who might be interested on the next go-round, PM me their username and I can send out a mass message once I'm up to beginning a new one.Also, if anyone is good at manipulating images, I've got one I have been wanting to use as a world map of this fairy tale land, but it's kind of blurry, and it's hard to fit the names of each region the landmasses represent, and it would be awesome if we could get a good-looking finished product of it as our game logo. I'm not sure. I haven't really been able to get a good grip on anyone's characters aside from Jugs and I. We keep stopping after about half a dozen posts. Furthermore, I'm going to be back next time, because I love our characters so much, but if we can't get some momentum going, I'll have to find something else for this slot. Furthermore, I'm sorry, sweetie, but as much as I love your ideas, we always seem to die off pretty quickly. Is there any way I can help with a solution to that? Personally I think lightly has something to do with people staying on one scene for too long. At certain times, that's no issue whatsoever, but early on before we've really got firm ground to stand on, it's a big risky gamble to do that... especially when you have a story going on. Just my experience and opinion. Well, I'm sure there are different ways to do it. I prefer to have longer scenes to get more information and development and description going. Long posts, long scenes. I've actually been finding that we've been moving on rather quickly without establishing character. We barely got a chance to introduce ourselves to the other characters before we were suddenly in a banquet? Some characters weren't even in the game yet, never posted before we had the vulture show up, and some players were in the game but not yet at the banquet before that. Even that is manageable, though, except the part where people are being put all into one scene right off the hop, and we have people at vastly different posting rates. Some posting once a day, others once every two weeks. There's nothing wrong with either rate or anywhere in between, but it's hard to set pacing to a story in that regard. Having to have all the characters go to Snow in order to start things is alright, I suppose, if we're all starting in the same place. But when characters are coming from individuals and small groups all over to have to meet up with Snow, to find out that Rumple is the big bad.... and that's as far as we get, every time. We all have to rush to get there, and then the story dies as soon as we're all at/going to the same place. I honestly think we're rushing too fast at first and not really getting any chance to write anything of quality before then. I think what I'll have happened next time is Rumpelstiltskin already marching on the lands that Snow White's kingdom lies in, and forcing an early conflict before he himself arrives in their midst, solidifying their resolve to unite against him despite their own differences. The common enemy factor will push those who would otherwise not wish to associate to suck it up and admit they need help to repel the threat.

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Altab IC 02

After arriving at the Capital City, you were stopped at the gates. Unnerved by your appearance, the gate guards ready their arms. However, you quickly defuse the tension by presenting your Royal Invite. Though skeptical, the guards return to their posts as a guide escorts you into the City. After several hours, you finally arrive at entrance of the High Court upon which you are greeted by a courtier who escorts you to the waiting room." Please make yourself comfortable for the time being. Adviser Malted will be arriving promptly to greet you,"stated the courtier as he quickly made his exit. Though polite, you detect a clear sense of disdain emanating from the courtier as he turns away from you. Mires StarfoundShe had anticipated a poor reaction due to her even heritage, and she let the man's disdain slide off of her without so much as a sign of recognition. She made note of it, however, and the man's inability or lack of care to hide it. Still she moved quietly to lean against a wall, her bright, inhumanly green eyes taking in the others who had been called here. She did not, however, speak. Nora DawnbreakerAlways punctual, a habit nurtured from many tough lessens during her youth, Nora arrived at the High Court exactly at daybreak. Upon being ushered into the room she glances about and let out a low whistle,"Fancy digs you've got here." She continued to admire the decor as the courtier made his swift exit. Nora could feel his sneer burning into her back as he left, but she shrugged it off; the man looked weak, and he wasn't worth even a moment of her notice. Spotting the couch in the center of the room, Nora smirked to herself as she made a beeline for it. Upon arriving she threw herself down on the soft cushions and sat facing the doorway she had just come from, her grieve, Dolor, resting leisurely across her lap. Lily's only reaction to the man's obvious disgust was to raise her head higher. He wasn't worth it. And ultimately the bastard witch was the one with the real power, and a Royal Invite to boot, so what did he matter in the long run. This could be one of the first steps towards achieving her goals, and he was not going to bring her down. "Hi there! Do you like the decoration? I had worked so hard on it!"chimed a small musical voice above Mires. As the Wood Elf looked around for the voice, a flood of commentary suddenly flooded the room." You can't believe how long it took me to just convince everyone of letting me do the decorations for this room, especially Malted. I mean you should have just seen the room before I arrived. All shaded, dark and bland. You would think that this was a place to bury the dead. I mean I know humans are not as colorful as us fairy folks but the ones I had known before were never this bad. Well they are not all like this at all. Old King Shader is so much more fun and creative and awesome than Malted for example. He's always got some super yummy fruit for me and I don't think I've ever seen him without a smile.... Well that's not quite true. He seems much less happy these days. What with all the Undead popping up out of nowhere, those pesky Total constructs and those unruly Pirates. I mean when's the last time you have even seen or heard of the Undead around here am I right?"Finally, Mires spotted the owner of the monologue a few feet above her head. MiressaThe wood elf looks up at the FAE above her. Raised in a human monastery she'd never actually encountered one before. "It is certainly more colorful than most human buildings I have seen," She says, offering the sprite a little smile. "And I cannot say I have ever had the ill-fate to meet an undead first hand, nor the pleasant one to meet a FAE ere today. Do you know the king well, sir faerie?" She does her best not to look out of her depth, or her element in this conversation, to give the sprite a smile. "Or perhaps details as to why we have been called here? Nora DawnbreakerNot one to be left out of a conversation, for she was boisterous on even the worst of days, Nora piped up from her place on the couch,"Yes I would like to know the answer to that question as well. Also, could I ask your name bright one so we shall know what to call you?" "Old King Shader? Yep. I sure know him well. Um...well, as well as you can know someone for the past year I guess. What would you like to know about him? His favorite bread? How old is he? Why does he have hair in his nose? What side of the bed he wakes up on? It is suitor hard to wake him up at times. He just snores and snores. Sometimes I even have to get water to put on his face to wake him. And it's a lot of water too! As for why the invitation? Um...maybe it's to help with fixing the solemn things in the Training Stadium or maybe to help eat all the yummy food at the feast later or to help find the oracle chicken or... Oh, how rude of me, my name is Peppers! I'm not quite sure what it means, but it was given to me by the Brass Dragons of my forest before they left. Have you seen any Elder Brass Dragons traveling by?" Before any of the party could answer, a figure in a red cloak entered the room. "I do apologize everyone for your long wait. I am Malted, humble adviser to the High King. May his reign last for eternity. I have been expecting you all for quite a while. I am honored that you have all chosen to heed the invitations. While I am sure you are all hungry and tired, Sir Lytic has requested that you be escorted over to the Stadium. Do not worry, food and drinks will be awaiting you there. In the meantime, please follow me and I will explain why you have been invited and answer any questions you may have,"continued Malted." Pixie, go see to it that Sir Lytic is ready and be quick about it!"snapped Malted towards Peppers as he prepared to lead the party out of the waiting room." You don't have to be so mean! I was just trying to be friendly!"cried out Peppers as he flew off in the distance." Useless gnat," uttered Malted under his breath thinking he was out of ear shot of the party." Again apologies for the delay,"stated Malted while leading the party." As some of you may know, Zoltán has been increasing their efforts in advancing their technology and ideals to Altar. Unfortunately, along with those ideals and technology come a different culture. As innovative as Zoltán technology is, I personally am still a favorite of the prior days of magic and the wonder that came along with it. Nevertheless, the world is changing and the increasing intrusions by the Zoltán forces must be addressed. To this end, each of you have been invited to act as a scouting party and assess what is the underlying goal for the latest waves of Zoltán forces that have been sighted on Altar's Western coasts. Well I think that should be enough information for now and just in time as well"stated Malted as the party arrived before the entrance of Training Stadium. The center entrance way, emerged a tall human bearing sword and shield. Of demeanor and hardened by countless battles, the figure spoke with a thundering boom:"What took you so long Malted? Spend long enough in fancy cloth sure makes a man forget how to walk at a decent pace eh?" "I was merely making sure you had enough time to prepare for our guests Sir Lytic,"responded Malted as he greeted the warrior." Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Sir Lytic, Master Trainer of the court. At this time, I shall leave you all in his capable hands while I attend to more pressing concerns." As Malted left the alcove of the Training Stadium, Lytic greeted the party."Ah, so you all be the new meat. Excellent! Want to make sure you all be ready for'the Zoltán critters out there. Had Data scrap up a few 1st gen Zoltán scouts for u folks to practice on. Yo Data, DE'm scouts be ready?"hollered Lytic towards another entrance way." Yes, yes. Be patient, can't rush genius you know? Just have to power them up"responded a slightly perturbed voice." Aight den. There be water n' mead for drink' and help herself to whatever equipment u be needin'. When u all be dry, head on in. I am watchin' from up top with Data. D'em 1st gens be slow but tough. As long as u be light on your toes, you all should be fine, especially u two',"stated Lytic as he clapped the Paladins on their shoulders with enough force to have knocked down any normal warriors.(IOC: scrub your equipment and pick out 200gp worth of new combat equipment. No you don't get to keep what you don't spend as gold. Roll initiatives.) Arlene - Raven Queen Paladins the attendant left Arlene noticed their disdain and let it wash off of him. As a half elf he had long sense grown accustomed to the disapproving stares of strangers and this person was no different from the others that had come before. The vision that he had received the day before seemed to point him in this direction as the start of his journey to redemption. He would not let the chance slip through his grasp. Arlune stumbles a little under the weight of the strike from Sir Lytic into the arena. He moves over to the equipment racks chosen his familiar weapons. He don't armor and test the weight of the great sword that he had chosen, it was excellent, but it would do the job. Furthermore, he moves through a couple practice strikes and ends with a flourish. As he stands ready to fight he glances over at the paladin"You look like you can handle yourself now don't you. Care to have a little competition? Person to down the most golems wins"Spoiler: initiative Hide (1d20+2)[3] Wasting no time, the Paladin steps into the Training Stadium. In the distance, he spots 3 constructs in a line with a fourth hidden slightly in the shadows. Go to IOC thread to place yourself on the battle map in the first two rows farthest from the scouts. For any that haven't rolled initiative, if you roll above 12, you go before the scouts.) Mires StarfoundDonning a suit of scale mail over her priestly robe, she hefts not a mace but a short sword, taking a sword belt and placing two of them around her waist, adding to them a pair of daggers, before placing a shield on her arm and taking up what might be the cheapest and most famously weak weapon on the table, a sling. She takes a few practice shots with the sling, just hitting the wall, or any pre-prepared target for just that, and then she draws one short sword and takes a few practice swings with it, then the other, before finally moving on to the daggers. Once satisfied she knows the weight and nature of her weapons she grabs a pair of healing potions, and a healer's kit. One should always be prepared for grievous wounds, your own or others." Istus willing, I am ready," She says not a voice of trepidation, not a question of if her goddess is willing, but a statement, that it was time for her to move. She moved forward to join Arlene and stand beside him. Spoiler: IOC/Initiative Hide N20, and (1d20+4)[14] If Mires gets 12+ Initiative:The distance was far, but she might as well take the shot loading a stone into her sling she began to spin it sending a stone hurling towards the nearest scout. Spoiler: IOC/Attack Roll Hide N3 I believe it would be. And (1d20+6)[22] to hit (1d20+6)[21] disadvantage due to range (1d4+4)[6] bludgeoning damage (1d4)[2] on a CRT (1 in 400 chance). "I accept your challenge elf! May the best fighter be victorious!" Anora exclaimed with a wide grin of excitement. Forgoing the pile of equipment, a warrior must be prepared for combat at all times after all, she quickly entered the ring coming to stand beside the elf. With a flourish she presented the bladed end of her grieve to their enemies, ready for battle. Spoiler: Action Hide Initiative roll: (1d20+2)[7] Error at this time. Spoiler: IOC cheer Hide Go get'em Lily and Mires! The bruisers will bring up the rear lol Lily strode into the stadium confidently. She had needed very little from the supplies to make bring her up to her deadly potential. Confidently, she raised her arm, and focused her arcane energy on one, before letting a quick burst of pure power against the, Spoiler: Turn Hide Placing Lily at N21 As might be expected, Lily cast Hex on Scout 3 before zapping with Eldritch Blast. [roll]d20+7[roll] (d10)[4] Though quick to follow suite, Lily's dark magic blast flew by the constructs by a few solid feet. Now convinced they were under attack, the Zoltán scouts reacted. Two of the scouts took a step back. The movement was followed by the rotation of Scouts 1, 2 and 3 towards the last Scout. A sudden hum ensued growing louder and louder to the point of near deafening. ZzzzttttA bolt of blazing light shot out from Scout 4 and transformed into a crackling ball of light and heat. The ball sped towards the attackers and all those caught in the nearby vicinity. A sizzling crackle followed to herald the coming of soon-to-be burnt flesh. Everyone reaction if you got one, otherwise DEX saves) Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide Mires Lily Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 *Nora Arlene Spoiler: Rolls Hide DEX Save (1d20+4)[23]. Crap! Spoiler: Action Hide (1d20+2)[20] Zzztoomph! The ball lightening exploded among the party sending bolts of electricity coursing through every member. Though many in the party were able to utilize their innate dexterity to avoid the full force of the damage, they still felt as if they were on the brink of death.(IOC: Nora you are up. Lily give me a DEX save otherwise I'm assuming you are taking the full damage) Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide Mires (-8HP) Lily (-8HP w/ good DEX Save otherwise is unconscious) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 *Nora (-8HP) Arlene (-8HP) Battle map:Spoiler Hide "Well, that hurt." Anora said with a slight hint of pain in her voice. Her hair, which had started the day in a slick braid, now resembled that of an overly fuzzy dog's. Placing her palm flat on her side, a soft light began to glow, and she sighed in relief." Everybody heal up and spread out. We need to be more cautious with our attacks."she commanded as she raised her weapon and advanced towards the constructs. Spoiler: Action Hide Move to K14, and I'll use lay on hands to heal myself for 5 hp with an end total of 10hp "You all need to be spreadin' out!"shouted Lytic from above." Don't want you all gettin' killed in her!" Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide Mires (-8HP) Lily (0HP Stable) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-8HP) *Arlene (-8HP) Battle map:Spoiler Hide Smoke twirled off of Arlene's new armor in trails as he and the other members of the team were hit with lightning from one of the constructs. He glances over and sees Nora raise her grieve and speak. Offering a quick prayer to his god he felt her chilled touch wash over him as a glacial light emanated from his hand cooling and comforting were he had been struck. In a confident voice he responds to Nora. Agreed but we need that construct that just smacked us dead! We can't take many more hits like that. With that Arlene advances and places himself between the constructs and the two members of the party hoping to offer some cover or at least slow the constructs if they decide to advance on their position Spoiler: Actions Hide I'll move to m15 putting myself between the constructs and the other team members I'll also use a lay on hands to heal for 5 hp bringing me back up to 10 as well Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide *Mires (-8HP) Lily (0HP Stable) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-3HP) Arlene (-3HP) MiressaThe cleric stows her sling and offers a small prayer to her goddess, hand moving to touch the unconscious woman letting healing energy flow through her. Then Mires moves, darting quickly across the battlefield. Spoiler: Actions Hide Cast Cure Wounds on Lily (1d8+4)[5] then move to S17. Lily had not been sure what to expect from these scouts, but that was not it. She didn't have any time to react to this discovery either, so the next thing she knew, Lily was on the ground stinging all over. As she attempted to get her bearings, she saw the cleric tripping away from her. Lily gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, before struggling to her feet and letting loose another shot. Lily hated looking weak, and she needed to prove herself here. Spoiler: Turn Hide Thanks Day! Attack! (d20+7)[8] (d10)[7] The Warlock gets back on her feet thanks to the generosity of the Cleric. Yet, try as she might, she is unable to land her spells as her latest Eldritch blast was not even in the general proximity of the constructs. While frustrating, her latest failure might have been her saving grace as it is very likely the constructs would have retaliated had her attack been successful. Not having received any new attacks, the constructs remained in their same configuration with three of the constructs facing the farthest Scout. Arcs of electricity flew from them towards the last Scout as the accompanying hum appeared to be reduced in volume. Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide Mires (-8HP) Lily (5HP Stable) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 *Nora (-3HP) Arlene (-3HP) Battle map:Spoiler Hide (IOC: You guys can all post your next actions w/o having to necessarily wait on each other since you guys all go before the Scouts.) Originally Posted by Archangel at "You all need to be spreadin' out!" shouted Lytic from above. "Don't want you all gettin' killed in her!" Attack sequence (*=current turn): Spoiler Hide Mires (-8HP) Lily (0HP Stable) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-8HP) *Arlene (-8HP) Battle map: Spoiler Hide Gritting through the pain and not taking his eyes of the scouts Alone shouts of his shoulder to Lytic sarcastically Thanks for the advice anything else we should know? Can they all hit like that or that that one their facing? Completely focused, Nora continues to advance towards the constructs. Spoiler: Action Hide Dash to K3 Seeing Nora advancing dauntlessly on the constructs Arlene doubled his pace towards the construct to support her. If they could get in the middle of these things perhaps they could take pressure off the others Spoiler: actions Hide Dash to M5 Hearing Arlene's question, Lytic shouted back:"they all can be shootin' them lights! They can also be a helpin' another get stronger and shoot farther!" Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide *Mires (-8HP) Lily (5HP Stable) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-3HP) Arlene (-3HP) Battle map (updated):Spoiler Hide MiressaWell if she took another such blast, another blast at all actually, she was done for. She moved closer even as she worked to heal her own wounds. Spoiler: Actions: Hide Move forward 35 ft to R10. Cast my last Cure Wounds to heal (1d8+4)[8] hp, won't help anyone to save it and getting myself killed. Oh, wonderful thank you for the information. Looking over at Anorak say we knock these things away from one another, break up their formation and hopefully weaken them, you up for it? As Arlene rushed towards the constructs behind Nora he had a thought. Lutic what's powering these constructs? The lights have to be coming from something right is it magic, science, anything and everything you know would be great right about now. Spoiler: rolls Hide (1d20+5)[11] perception check to see if Arlene can see anything that would indicate a weakness in their design or anything helpful like a power supply or a control mechanism for the constructs "It is them Zoltán crystals! Well tiny bits of them anyway!" shouted Lytic in response to Arlene's inquiry. For Alrune:Spoiler Hide From this distance it was a bit hard to see, but it seemed that there was a more noticeable glow from the mid-torso of the constructs. Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide Mires *Lily (5HP Stable) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-3HP) Arlene (-3HP) Noticing the glowing section of the constructs midsection and hearing the advice that Lytic just shouted Arlene puts together that the Everyone aim for the chests! I think the crystals that are powering them are in there. Hitting there might make it easier to beat them. With that Arlene's eyes narrow on the nearest construct and focus's on the task at hand of beating these constructs down. Argues mind snaps back to the monastery where he had come to know the Raven Queen and wondered if that blue glow or anything that he noticed made him recall facts about magical lore that would help them at all, although he had never been one for intensive study Spoiler: Arcane roll cause why not Hide (1d20-1)[1] I think this check means that one time I saw a book that one time and then never again lol Nothing coming to mind he continues towards the constructs Glancing sideways towards Arlene, Nora nodded her head and positioned herself diagonally towards their enemies. Raising her grieve, she prepared to attack the constructs when they reacted to her closeness. Spoiler: Action Hide Move to K2, prepare to strike The constructs pivoted and faced outwards in the direction of the approaching warriors. Silent, but watching. As the warriors moved closer, arcs of electricity circled each construct but no action was taken. For Lily:Spoiler Hide She remembered where she had seen that glow from the constructs before. When she first learned of magic, she was yet a novice. Her immense innate potential surpassed her ability to control the Arcane power within her. As such, her instructors had used tiny shards of Zoltán crystals, microscopic fragments of Credits. As she understood it at the time, the Credits helped her control her powers by absorbing the overflow of Arcane energy and in turn they were powered by that excess and served as a surplus from which can be used to fuel future spells. However, due to its inherently unstable nature, the Credits lost its charge much more rapidly over time if not properly recharged and gave off an immense amount of heat and sometimes explosive energy as its stored energy was discharged. Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide Mires *Lily (5HP Stable, assumed she did not take an action) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-3HP) Arlene (-3HP) Battle Map:Spoiler Hide Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide *Mires Lily (5HP Stable, assumed she did not take an action) Scout 1 (-6HP) Scout 2 Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-3HP) Arlene (-3HP) Battle Map:Spoiler Hide "Well it's now or never,"Nora stated simply to Arlene. She tightened her grip on Dolor and with a loud shout lunged at the closest target aiming for the crystal embedded in its chest. Spoiler: Action Hide Nora attacks scout 1 with her grieve. I'm assuming Lily shared the info she gleaned with the group? Nora is standing on K-2 right now :P Attack roll: (1d20+6)[17] Damage roll: (1d10+6)[7] Bonus action from feat: Attack roll: (1d20+6)[24] Damage roll: (1d4+6)[9] Also I get an opportunity attack if another scouts enters my range (which is 10ft) so let me put that up here now just in case: Attack roll: in OCC [14] Damage roll: (1d10+6)[15] *****Messed up on the initial attack, my attack roll for the opportunity attack should have been my bonus action attack roll. It should be it right now! With a powerful swing, Nora sought to cleave the construct's upper torso from its lower half. Using her momentum, she's twirling through the motion and brought the butt-end of her grieve upwards to hit the enemy a second time. MiressaNot wanting to trigger another attack, Mires merely watches for now on the defensive. OoC: Taking a dodge action. I believe the scouts go after me, but before Diego, and since they didn't attack last turn I want to give the melee a chance to hit hard before dealing 5-8 damage with a sling. As Arlene rushes towards the scouts he sees Nora unleash an impressive series of blows He reaches his great sword back for a swing although he wasn't a warrior by nature his training would make up the difference Here we go Spoiler: actions Hide Great sword attack on scout 2 Attack (1d20+5)[23] Damage [roll]2d6+5 [/roll] Sensing no imminent attack forthcoming, the constructs once again turned towards their mutual Scout. However, in contrast to prior, this time they sent forth waves of red light towards Scout 4. As each of the other constructs increased their transfer of assumed energy, Scout 4 started to radiate increased heat and light. Anora's brutal onslaught ripped into the construct with such an intense ferocity that a shower of electricity, metal and debris exploded from each of her attacks. With such force endured not even a pile of ruble was left. Not to be outdone, Arlene's great sword cleaved through his target. Though severely injured the construct still exhibited signs of animation. Attack sequence (*=current turn):Spoiler Hide *Mires Lily (5HP Stable, assumed she did not take an action) Scout 1 (destroyed) Scout 2 (-10HP) Scout 3 Scout 4 Nora (-3HP) Arlene (-3HP) Battle Map:Spoiler Hide MiressaDrawing her sling once more, the elf darts forward, spinning the weapon and launching a rock at the scout before moving back to where she was before. Spoiler: Actions Hide Object interaction to draw sling, move forward 17 feet, attack Scout 2 with sling (1d20+6)[12] for (1d4+4)[6] damage, then move back 17 feet to where she started. Lily bit her lip, watching the machines move and attack. So much would depend on how the things recharged themselves, and how quickly. But this wasn't a time for studying. She needed to show that she could do something other than miss. Lily quaffed one of her potions, and fired off another shot of power. Spoiler: Rolls Hide Healing: (2d4+2)[5] Attacking Scout 2: (d20+7)[19] (d10)[6] Though her view was clear, Mires's aim was not as her stone whizzed by the construct without resulting in any harm. On the other hand, Lily's third attempt strikes true as her magic imbued attack engulfed her target and reduced it to a pile of junk. With no apparent mechanism of escape and witnessing the destruction of two of its colleagues, the farthest construct started to take on a red hue that expanded rapidly. Kaboooom! In a shower of flame, electricity and metal, the construct exploded with enough force to lift those near it while raining down shrapnel of metal and electricity. Nora and Arlene DEX and STR rolls). As he sees the scouts armor start to glow a reddish hue Alone has just enough time to start to say "Oh no, no no" and begin to turn before a furious inferno erupts around him and Nora. In the maelstrom he feels himself be lifted and flung. Spoiler: Rolls Hide STR: (1d20+3)[11] DEX: (1d20)[17] "****!" Anora cursed and had just enough time to protect her face with her arms as the explosion threw her backwards towards the edge of the arena. She felt her body lift into the air and hit the ground with a tremendous thud. Spoiler: Action Hide Strength roll: (1d20+4)[18] DEX roll: (1d20+2)[17] Electricity sizzled through the air as shards of metal cut into those caught in the blast. Thanks to their honed Dexterity, both Paladins were able to avoid the initial full force of the destruction. Likewise, while lesser warriors might have been thrown much higher due to the blast, Nora and Arlene managed to withstand enough of the blast to only be slightly tossed up into the air. Within seconds, it was all over as the landed with a sickening "thud." Only a small smoldering crater remained as the tell-tale sign of what just transpired. Last Round Result:Spoiler Hide Both Paladins take 18dmg total. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!"shouted Peppers at Lytic as the Trainer walked down towards the Stadium with Data in tow. "YOU KILLED THEM! HOW AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO OLD MAN SHADER! MALTED WILL KILL ME FOR THIS! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! BHWAAAAAAA!"cried out the Pixie in tears as Lytic reached the Stadium ground. "Don't forget all the destroyed Scouts. Going to cost a fortune to repair them. Lucky for you, I'm still so agile and quick at my age,"quipped Data."Ah, it is fine. They just be sleeping is all"replied Lytic with a smile in response to Peppers' evident distress." Nu-un. Sleeping people don't bleed when they sleep!"retorted the Pixie." Uh...they just be havin' bad dreams. U be able to fix 'em up in no time right?"asked Lytic with a wink."OH YEA! I CAN!"cried out Peppers in joy. Closing his eyes, the Pixie hovered in midair and hummed:"Oh Goddess of Nature Elora, fair and merciful. I beseech you as a protector and friend of Nature. Please lend me the power to mend bones and heal flesh." Three orbs of green light hovered over the Pixie and drifted towards the unconscious bodies and the rest of the party. Slowly the brightened and then drizzled specks of green light until they all disappeared.(IOC: Nora and Arlene recover 20HP, rest recover 3HP)." Thar u go. They be good as new. Well that be the warm-up with them dumb Scouts. How bout a couple' rounds with a real opponent? You all can even go first"stated Lytic with a smile as I drew his dual blades.(IOC: roll initiatives and place yourselves) "Jeez old man, kick a person while they're down why don't you?" Anora said groggily as she sat up from her place on the ground. The world spun as she rose causing her to groan and place her head in her hands; she felt the distinct need to vomit and tried her best to quash the feeling. Her life had literally flashed in front of her eyes, or more accurately exploded, and although she had been healed her body still felt the effects of the blast. It was worse than any post-training session with her father and brothers that was for sure. After her head had cleared, and she no longer felt the need to upchuck, Nora withdrew her hands and leveled a hard stare at the trainer, internally debating whether he was serious or not. Arlene rolls over steam rolling off of his scorched armor. He closes his eyes and offers a silent prayer of thanks to his Winter Queen that she did not call him to her side just yet. As he moves to stand he stumbles but catches himself and then lifts his great sword with him as he gets his barrings once more. He looks over at the smoldering crater where the scouts used to be and gives a sarcastic dry chuckle and takes the whole thing as a learning experience. A former criminal he no experience on the battlefield and so every battle was a lecture every dual a class in the subject of battle. Luckily he had always been a quick study. Lutic's offer makes Lure chuckle yet again surely he couldn't be serious." Agreed. There's got to be a better way Lytic. Why don't you give us a breather? Where did you train? Come on Lytic we don't know anything about you, and yet we're trusting to you train us? Why are you the best? Come one Lytic you don't look build for all this finery here; there's got to be a good story behind you ending up here of all places. Arlune might not have the most experience on the battlefield however deceit and conversation he knew quite well. Arlene hoped to get the warrior talking to buy time for the party to regroup, hopefully get rid of as much fatigue as possible before fighting. Perhaps they could even get the drop on him. "You sure like to talk before a fight. Well I be a fightin' a long time now. Even before the great war with them Shadow folks. I'SA remember when the Sapphire Nine were but a glimmer in their parent's eyes. Now you got me talkin' too much," complained Lytic as he started to get ready again. Though not as long as Arlene might have liked it, the brief lapse gave Peppers enough time to voice his outrage."YOU ARE SUCH A BAD PERSON! I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU HURT THEM ANY MORE EVEN IF...IF...AHHHH!" In a puff of yellow tinged smoke, the Pixie disappeared and in his place was a mighty ferocious Dragon of yellowish red hue. Well mighty might a bit of a stretch as the Dragon was clearly only a Writing, but it was still ferocious in its stance in that adorable fierce puppy manner. Lytic could take a step back, the Warming puffed out a breath of yellow mist towards Lytic. Zzzzzzzz.... After the mist cleared, Lytic stood with a smile while Data appeared to have instantly fallen asleep."HAHAHAHAHA," chuckled Lytic." Hang on her wee one. I just am pulling her chains,"chuckled Lytic." Now you teamwork be needin' work too but you all git her. 'Specially if you all keep your heads on your shoulders,"stated Lytic. "Hey wake up!"shouted Lytic to the sleeping Data." Humum...huh? Now know your manners you sapling. Let an old man rest in peace"pipped Data as he was abruptly woken up before drifting back into slumber." Heh. Well when he is awake again, you all be wantin' a talk with 'em. He is tellin' u all the stuff bout the Zoltán better than I can. It soon is time for all them Kings and Lords to be showin' up. Wee one, why don't you get them fed and cleaned b'fore you take 'em to the High King?" PooofPippers once again hovered in place where the Warming had just been."Oh, yea I can do that. It was still really mean of you to play that trick on them, so I'm still mad at you!"" Aye aye, I'll height bear that burden for the time being. I am sendin' Data over later."" Well okay, I'll let Malted know. He won't be happy though.""Ah, he never is. 'Cept when had them kittens. That be a sad day when he lost them. Haven ta seen a smile on him since."" Bhwaaaa...why did you remind me of them?"sobbed the Pixie." Ah, I'm sorry. Her I go rememberin' things again. You all best be goin' before it gets much later,"Lytic stated as he lifted Data and started to carry him towards the Stadium exit. Sniffle, sniffle"I'm sorry about that. Lytic is really awesome, but he can be a bit rough at times. Please follow me this way to your quarters. Food and new clothing are already there. I'll come get you all in a bit!"(IOC:Congrats you all just reached LVL 2. You all get a short rest so refresh whatever spells/skills gets refreshed for a short rest. Set up your new spells and skills and get ready for the next part: The First Meeting.) Too far away from the blast to be affected (by design), Lily stood frozen in shock as the events and people continued to move forwards. When Lytic instructed them to prepare themselves for another fight, Lily only shifted her feet and looked listlessly about her and raised her hands with a look of resignation. Even the sudden appearance of a dragon didn't merit a visible reaction. Hearing the whole thing was a joke (or at least had been turned into a joke by the pixie) snapped Lily back to herself. Can't let yourself fall apart like that again Lily, she thought to herself as she stood up straight and brushed herself off. Once she was settled, Lily focused inwards, stretching her limbs magically. She hadn't been expecting such a dangerous test, and it cost both her and her companions. She loosed a bolt of energy at a wall, stored the now empty potion bottle in her bag with a spectral hand, ( never know when you'd need a bottle), and created a small illusion in the direction of the exiting Lytic. It winked in and out of existence too quickly for most people to get a good look at. Might have been a hand, might also have been just a finger. Argues body visibly relaxes as the exercise ends with the appearance of a dragon of all things. His body sages a little bit with relief. His spirits are lifted even further as he catches Lily's gesture as Lytic leaves. He gives a dry chuckle signifying his agreement with the sentiment." You have an odd sense of humor Lytic if this was just messing with us I'd hate to see what you're like when you get serious"turning to Peppers Arlene leans in and thanks their new friend"he isn't the nicest is he but you an to care for him so he can't be all bad. Thank you for helping us i truly appreciate it and I have to saw some food and clean clothes sounds absolutely fabulous right now" After leading the party to their quarters, Peppers quickly excused himself to attend to the arriving rulers from the surrounding Kingdoms. As the party started to settle in, there was a loud clamor from across the hall. Upon listening carefully, sounds of a chicken could be heard. The party was ready for dinner and a courier entered to guide them to the Great Hall." Follow me please," stated the courier without much emotion. In but mere minutes the party was walking along the pathway into the Great Hall." Make way for King Prius!"shouted two Knights as a throng of armored warriors marched their way through the crowd before being held up by two lumbering Giants." Psh, I ain't be making no way for that little squirt. Unless he at least be offering me some quality brew first!"shouted a voice in reply as the Giants parted away to reveal a graying stout warrior. Though he looked small between the Giants, he was still a mighty figure at almost 7 foot. "Who dares such insolence?!"questioned the Knights as their hands dropped to ready their swords." It is quite alright,"came a voice from among the throne." King Molt tends to be quite crass when he is without ale."" Of course my liege,"replied the Knights as their King stepped forward." That be no way to speak to your elders you impudent little snot! Maybe I should beat some sense into you on showing proper respect,"huffed Molt as he glared down at Prius while gripping the handle of his war hammer. "So easy to upset and yet so stubborn. Guess you got the worst of the Giants and Dwarves bloodlines. Yet it would seem senseless for you two to engage in any physical contest. Well at least not with your honor guards,"quipped a third voice." Hurama. Who are you trying to swindle this time around?"sneered Molt." Such vile accusations. No warm hug of greeting?"smirked Drama."Nevertheless, I think I can solve this little issue here. How you pick someone from the crowd to act as your Champion, and I'll pick someone to act as my Champion. If you win, we'll go get a cask of my finest Dragon Breath Wine for you and your companions. If I win, you apologize to King Prius for blocking his way and pay me the price for a cask of the Wine?"" Ha. Don't ya be trying to pull a fast one on me! I get to pick both Champions and if you win, I am only paying you for half of the cost of the Wine."" Hm...seems a bit unfair. How about we have a third Champion picked by the oracle chicken there and if that one wins, we share a cask of Wine and you only have to pay me a third of the cost?"" I still think you be up to sum thin' but I have been missing that mine and 1/3 sounds a pretty good price. So be it. You, you be my Champion!"shouted Molt towards a quiet Barbarian from among the crowd." And you wee one, you be the Champion for Drama,"smiled Molt pointing at a Halfling Monk." Okay and now for the last Champion, courier if you wouldn't mind?"asked Drama. Immediately the courier released the chicken as it ran and made a circle around a quiet young girl." That is all very well,"stated Prius,"but what if those three are not agreeable to participation?""Oh, I don't think there be problem of that,"smiled Molt as he once again gripped the handle of his hammer while the two Giants took a small step forward." Excellent! Everyone please make some space,"Drama addressed the spectating crowd that had gathered in the meantime. "We will have a non-lethal combat between these three Champions in just a few minutes. The last individual standing wins. My attendees will be more than happy to take any wagers you may want to make, at a nominal fee of course,"announced Drama."5GP on the Barbarian!" "Give me 3GP on the bald Halfling!" "10GP on the weird but oddly attractive female!" "What you crazy betting on that one? She doesn't stand a chance! Give me 15GP on the Barbarian." Surprising to the crowd, the selected individuals were refusing to participate in any physical contest much to the discontent of the crowd. Suddenly an eerily beautiful music radiated from the young girl. Taking this opportunity to think, Drama decided to change the format of the contest in light of the sudden pacifist attitude of the three chosen warriors. In the end, the Halfling Monk was declared the winner with his demonstration of acrobatics and everyone once again resumed their walk into the great hall. For Lily:Spoiler Hide The quiet young female caught Lily's eye. She was not quite sure why. However, her study of magic had given her increased sensitivity especially coupled with her training as a Warlock. When the young female did return Lily's glance, the Warlock felt a sudden wave of loneliness, restlessness camp; insatiable hunger. Quickly, the sensation washed over her and Lily saw she was falling behind her fellow party members. For Mires:Spoiler Hide As the commotion wound down, Mires suddenly sensed an aura that made her soul shiver. The aura was close to but not quite the same as that of the Undead that she had experienced in the past. Scanning the room, the Cleric determined that the aura seemed to be radiating from the quiet young female that had played the hauntingly beautiful music earlier. "Hi guys, did everybody miss me?!"shouted Peppers as he flew towards the party. Before he could indulge in his usual running list of questions and commentary, the loud blaring of horns was heard."Oh, that's the signal for the commencement of the feast! Follow me!"shouted the Pixie as he led the party into the Great Hall. Upon entering the Great Hall, the party was taken aback. In the middle of the hall, a giant bear was being roasted on a bit along with other wild game while the various Kings sat at the head of their respective tables. Beside each King was the respective flag bearer: one of a silver dragon on a background of purple, another of a red hammer imprinted on the face of a mountain, a third of a shattered heart embedded in the center with a sword and rose, and the last was of a simple horse plowing a field of grain. The outer edges of the hall were numerous long tables with various banners and some without, but all filled fully regardless while enormous casks of wine and ale adorned a corner of the hall. Another echoing of the horns and the High King entered his seat at the head of the Great Hall. Though clearly aged in years, the muscles that wove through the High King's torso and extremities signaled continued physical training while his scares told of numerous battles of days gone by. Unlike some of the nearby lords and Kings, he wore no accouterments of royalty save his crown. Were it not for that symbol of responsibility, he could have been easily taken for a common ranger or warrior. "I humbly welcome you all to my home. While there is multiple grave matters to be discussed including the movement of the Zoltán forces, the increasing number of the Undead, and the various disputes of the Kingdom, we shall not burden our evening with these matters. Everyone has traveled from far and wide and tonight we shall embrace each other as kin and equals!" With those last words, attendants flooded out from various apertures along the Great Hall with plates of food and mugs of drink while music floated throughout." Well I have to go right now but just sit where you please. If you get tired, feel free to head back to your beds and I will wake you tomorrow for the general meeting with the Kings and the High King himself! Aren't you all excited?! Well okay, breeze for now!"chirped Peppers as he flew towards the High King.(IOC: pick where you want to sit or what you want to do for the time being.) Nora glanced at the crowd and food with excitement, the noise and general disorder reminding her of dinner with her family. Without hesitation, she situated herself on a bench beside a group a knights and was soon eagerly listening to their tales of adventure with rapt attention; a turkey leg in one hand and a tanker of beer in another. H changes into more casual clothes for the dinner that Peppers had told them about. After he finishes getting dressed he rights a letter addressed to Harvey Strollenhim, an alias for his criminal contact. It has been a while since he had acted as a fence however his name still carried weight. The letter contains an update for his current situation as well as a request for any "hard to find" information about the current political situation and all the players involved. He hands the letter to one of the attendants and asks him to take it to the local caravan guild with the required code phrase to let them know that the letter should be passed along without incident. After that he does that he heads to the great hall. Arlune moves into the great hall the smells and commotion enticing him to enjoy the moment while the moment was good. His previous life as a criminal had taught him the cycle of feast and famine, and so he resolved to enjoy himself as much as he possibly good. He grabs food and drink for himself then settles near Nora to the side to enjoy himself. He was hoping that having a full human in his company would offset any trepidation that the soldiers might have about his pointed ears and features. One drink down, then two drinks down, the soldiers certainly knew how to have a good time. After finishing her third drink, Nora had a sudden thought. A slow, cat-like grin overtook her features as she turned to face Arlene." I believe you owe me something Paladin, after all I did win our little competition this afternoon,"she said with barely suppressed glee. The drinks had brought her competitive side out full force, and she was eager to boast about her small victory. Oh, no thought Arlene. What could he do...ahh he didn't want to lose anything but like a lightning bolt it hit him. He clicked his fingers and made two line gestures. Two attendants bring over 3 tankards each." Double or nothing. First to finish their drinks wins it all" (IOC: Two Paladins in a drinking contest?! Well I never! Okay, give me a few CON rolls). Spoiler: con roll Hide Oh what an unconventional paladin pair we make (1d20+2)[17] Alright pretty good roll The sudden outpouring of hostilities raised Lily's eyebrows. Not so much that the hostilities existed, but that they were being aired so publicly. It was only the sudden calming of the crowd that truly caught Lily's attention. That was definitely magic, even if the crowd seemed unaware. And the girl noticed her. Quickly, Lily tried to figure out what kind of magic that was, and what that could mean about the girl's capabilities Spoiler: Arcane Check Hide Trying to guess what kind of spell that was, how powerful the effect was, and whether it appeared to be Arcane or Divine (d20+5)[10] Once they Lily stayed silent through most of the festivities. Growing up, she had never had opportunities to socialize. Now, even if she desired it, she had no idea how to start. She did keep an eye on her new teammates and their drinking contest. She personally had no desire to become drunk, and potentially lose control of herself, she was interested in the two paladins willing to drink themselves under the table. Most divine casters had seemed full of themselves to her, but these two were something else. Besides, if they were going to work together, Lily wanted to make sure they didn't hurt themselves before they truly started. Never one to turn down a worthy challenge and more than a little drunk already, Nora grinned eagerly,"I accept. Do not cry when you lose!" Spoiler: Action Hide Con roll: (1d20+3)[23] For Nora and Arlene:Spoiler Hide Throughout the night, the two Paladins drank, much to the dismay of the other Paladins in the hall, especially those serving King Prius. Given the context of the High King's message however, none of the other Paladins voiced their distaste. For Lily:Spoiler Hide While still relatively new to the various magical arts, Lily knew enough about Arcane to know the silent young girl was not a fellow practitioner. Nevertheless, there was still a lingering sense of unworldly aura surrounding her. As the night wore on, there were seemed to be a disruption a few tables away from the party, but it soon died down. Hurk, blarrrrgh. Thunk! As stubborn and foolish as he was, Arlene suddenly vomited all over himself, regurgitating ale and half digested bits of food. Bits of vomit splashed up to taint the legs of those sitting around him. Numerous disapproving glares slanted towards the party along with quite a number of glances of annoyance and even seething anger. Luckily for Arlene, his intoxication took him away to blissful stupor as he fell off his chair face-first into a pile of his own vomit.(IOC: Arlene at 0HP due to non-lethal damage.) Nora watched through blurry eyes as Arlene's head went crashing down onto the vomit-covered table. Making a noise of disgust, she set her half-full tanker down and, bracing herself on the cleaner parts of the table, came to stand unsteadily beside his slumped form." I think it is time we retire for the night, my friend."she stated as her hand grasped the back of his shirt in a tight grip. Yanking hard she brought his body to the floor with a loud thump. Swaying slightly on her feet, she turned and started dragging his limp self towards the door. Spoiler: OCC Hide I got you buddy! Well, Lily supposed it was inevitable. She made a mental note to start researching cleaning spells. She quickly and quietly headed over to the two." Need any help?"she whispered hesitantly. Lily knew she wasn't the strongest, but they were teammates now, and she wanted to show support. Groggily and through a haze Arlene gets the numb vague sense of movement as flashes of the world come in and out of focus. He's completely incoherent however if anyone was to make anything of his speech they'd pick up the words "Arabia", "Crown", and "Bastard" Nora saw the warlock approach from the corner of the eyes, turning to face her caused the room to spin, and she had to momentarily close her eyes to steady herself. Stretching her other arm out, the one not dragging Arlene, she sought for Lily's arm." Help would be much appreciated for the room seems to be moving on me."she stated wryly. Clutching Lily's arm for stability, the group began moving again towards the exit." I apologize for my manners, but I don't remember if I introduced myself earlier. My name is Nora Dawn breaker, and I am a Paladin of DOL Born." Talking helped to keep her focused, so Nora prattled on as they walked. By the time the trio reached their quarters, Lily was well-versed in all of Nora's childhood and short adulthood, the greatest feats and mistakes alike. Lily nodded at Nora's introduction." And I am Lily Nissan, arcane specialist. Pleasure to be working with you." After that, L:fly didn't have much chance to get a word in edgewise, something that Lily was grateful for. She had no desire to discuss her own past. Once they made it to Arlene's room, Lily asked,"Do you think she'll be okay now? Or that the servants at least will look after her? There's something I'd like to look into before the party ends." The mysterious girl still looms in Lily's mind. If it wasn't magic that girl used, what was it? And was it something Lily herself could use? Well, the first step to finding out would be to talk to her, and this might be her only chance.

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_Underneath_ 2048_ (Always open; see introduction)

"Underneath, Nebraska: 2048""Underneath, Nebraska: 2048" (See bottom about joining) DO NOT POST WITHOUT INVITATION, PLEASE Link to the IOC Thread​8 August 2048:The end of civilization... It didn't come quickly in the blinding flashes of thousands of atomic blasts but instead came slowly as the result of conventional (though no less deadly) warfare, global warming, disease, starvation, economic collapse, and four separate pandemics that between them killed more than 3 billion people. The United States of America collapsed; the Russian Federation collapsed; the People's Republic of China collapsed; the European Union collapsed, as did each of its member nations individually over the following decades. The entirety of the world fell into mayhem, anarchy, and chaos. The Nuclear Powers did their best to keep control of and resist using their arsenals, but in the end 12 atomic detonations killed yet another 2 billion people, directly from the blasts or indirectly via the horrors of the aftermath. Gone were Washington DC, New York, London, Moscow, and 8 other major cities. By 8 August 2048, the human population of Earth had been reduced to less than 1 billion people ... and it was still declining across most of the globe. Except in Underneath... In the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic of 2020-23, an unassuming man named Howard Lender turned a small fortune into a massive one through a series of manipulative transactions, many of them immoral and/or illegal. Then -- as the Federal Government was finally in the process of investigating him -- Lender disappeared, along with his family, some friends, a few significant others, and almost all of his money. Twenty-five years later and dying of age-related causes, Lender walked into a small hospital in North Platte, Nebraska. A volunteer nurse, Alice Pierce, cared for Lender 24/7 until he died, three weeks later. In appreciation for what she'd done for him, Lender told her of Underneath and gave her the location." I did this world wrong, and you have done me so right," he told her in his final moments. "Let my dying act be to do one good thing for you." Alice drove to as close to Underneath as she could get by road, then hiked through the dust bowl ravaged prairie and rolling hills until she reached what looked like an abandoned FM radio tower control building. She searched through the partially collapsed building as Lender had explained and found a hidden door that -- using the code she'd been given -- she opened to access the Underneath. Inside, Alice would find herself simply amazed; it was like something out of a post-apocalyptic Science Fiction movie. Everything seemed to be in working order, with a Monitoring Station from which she could look upon most of the interior of Underneath as well as the landscape outside; a Research Lab and Infirmary that appeared capable of handling all sorts of medical investigation as well as emergency medical care; a Horticulture/Aquaculture facility that was growing thousands of edible plants, all cared for by automatic systems; a Repair Workshop with a vast array of tools, hardware, and backup machines; a Saloon/Cafeteria with --Thank God!she remembered thinking -- a wide variety of alcohols and both fresh and packaged meals and snacks; Living Quarters that on one level included small rooms for couples or small families and on another two rooms with bunks for male and female occupancy; lockers for possessions and several small bathrooms for maintaining hygiene in privacy; a level occupied by power generators, water filtration systems, and other equipment she didn't recognize; and finally two levels at the very bottom of the complex in which she found a wide array of storage devices -- barrels, trunks, cartons, cases, bottles, shelves, etc. -- that either were now or once had been full of clean water, food, and other supplies. Alice was the only personalities the Underneath, but she wasn't the only person there. As Lender had warned her, she would discover 3 corpses in the Generator Systems room, where they had died of a toxic gas release that Lender had repaired before leaving for North Platte. After verifying everything that Lender had told her about the place -- as well ashidingthe bodies until she could get someone to inconspicuously help her take them topside for burial -- Alice gathered 24 others -- family, friends, associates, and their significant others where appropriate -- and quietly brought them to Underneath. They arrived, disposed of the dead, and went to work trying to understand Underneath. There was a lot to be learned; although hercollectionof people included some very smart people and some very experienced people, there were a lot of systems they simply didn't know how to work or use. There were setbacks and failures, but in the end, they made it work. And now, months later, the original population of 25 -- which had been reduced by 2 because of death due to a suicide and an undiagnosed chronic illness -- was growing by one with the birth of a little girl.Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt; +++ Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;​This is just a fun, mostly free form role play centered on a post apocalyptic community. The Hostess, Alice2015, will create the background of the story as a whole; individual writers will create the background of their characters within the confines of that story background; and y'all will have fun ... or y'all can go the fuck away ...AAAA!. There is no minimum limit of the number of replies you have to offer, nor is there a limit on the length of those replies. However, if you commit to an interaction with another writer and do not fill that commitment, the Hostess reserves the right to write your character out of the story or replace you as that character's writer. (That sounds fair, doesn't it?) Please do not flood the thread with an excessive number of short little posts that will cause other writers to get lost in the mix. If you and one other writer are going to trade dozens of little replies back and forth and those replies do not involve other characters, I would prefer that you and this other writer create a separate thread and link it to this thread, so that all writers/readers may enjoy your work as a parallel, stand-alone piece of role play. (If I didn't make this clear enough, you are welcome to PM me for more information.) Proofread: spell check, grammar check, punctuation check. Don't be lazy or sloppy, please. Hunter Lee lowered his bow after his shot and watched the white-tailed deer bound and disappear into the woods. He'd hit it, he was certain. The does reaction had told him that. He didn't go chasing off after it or anything like that, though. If he'd missed, it was gone and chasing it wasn't going to do him any good. If he'd hit it, it would run off to find shelter, and once it thought itself safe would simply bleed out where it was. After a couple of minutes, Hunter made his way slowly to where the deer had been. After a couple of minutes of searching he found the missile he'd fired, with its steel arrowhead and several inches of its shaft buried into the rotting wood of an ancient stump. It was bloody and had several bits of fur in the flights. He retrieved the arrow and began the slow, methodical tracking of the blood trail." There you are," he whispered when he found the animal. "I knew you wouldn't be far." He continued slowly forward, not wanting to frighten the deer into once again leaping up and taking flight. But soon enough he got a look at its eyes and motionless chest and knew it was dead. A large pool of blood dirtied the ground. Hunter patted the doe when he reached it and thinking of how much meat it would provide Underneath said, "Thank you, girl." He gutted it, bagging the organs that Cookie would make into some special treat, wrapped a sheet of plastic over his shoulders (to keep himself from being horribly bloodied), and threw the animal over his shoulders, its legs before him, held tightly in strong hands, and back toward Underneath he went. He was a bit more than half a mile from the entrance, which gave him time to think about his life. It was Hunter's birthday. 18 years old. He rarely felt as though he was 18 though. His mother (who had been a single mom) had babied him all his life, protecting him as she called it, and it had gotten even worse when they came out here to Underneath. She'd grown up religious and had tried to make Hunter like her. He'd shown no interest in the Bible, though he'd always respected her, saying Grace at the table, kneeling for silent prayers at bed, and such. He typically prayed to get laid. 18 years old and he was not just a virgin, but he'd never even kissed a girl before. A woman. There were two girls who were younger than him, one 16 and one 15, but neither of them had an interest in him and besides now that he was 18 that would be wrong. There was one single woman older than him, a 24-year-old, who he'd ogled and fantasized about while masturbating since the first time he'd seen her clear back when they all arrived here. But she'd shown no interest in him, something Hunter hoped would change now that he was no longer jail bait? His mother had died two months ago, committing suicide by swallowing a handful of painkillers. She simply hadn't been able to live this bunker life. Hunter reached 80C, dropped the deer and the plastic together to the dusty ground, and sat on a big rock there. He drank some water and scanned the area with his binoculars for almost 30 minutes. He was still 300 yards out from Underneath's entrance. Someone, he didn't know who, had suggested identifying certain locations all around the bunker's entrance with degrees and distances, so that the hunter-gatherers (like Hunter), the Guards, and the people inside Underneath could talk about the topside in code and know where everyone was. Hunter was now at a big rock that sat inside some tall grass and under a half-dead birch tree that was at 80 degrees from the bunker by the compass and 300 yards out, thus 80C. 80A would be 100 yards on that same heading while 80B would be 200. They used other designations for locations that were farther away, though. Hunter had killed the deer in the East Grove, for example. His trek back to Underneath had taken him west along the North Creek (which had only had water in it for a few weeks back during the thaw) and then south along the Rocky Ridge. You never returned to Underneath on a direct path, in case there was someone out here who didn't belong here, which was the same reason he'd just spent 30 minutes scanning the terrain with his binoculars, seeing nothing but birds, a small herd of antelope, and a hawk, which moments ago streaked to the ground and sent up a plume of tan dust, probably killing a rabbit or prairie dog. Satisfied that he wasn't being watched, he headed west, then south to 80B, paused again to scan the area, then headed farther south and then west once more to 80A. He looked to the concrete structure in his glasses and waited to get the okay from Topside Watch, then covered the final hundred yards to drop the carcass one last time. Cookie had been informed that meat was coming in and met Hunter topside. "You have earned your name once again, my boy."" You missed the excitement," the Topside Watch told Hunter. The baby that had been expected several days ago had finally arrived. Hunter had known all along that it would come today, on his birthday, stealing the attention away and likely meaning that any chance of a birthday party had been lost. "It's a girl. They say she's healthy."" That's good," Hunter said as he used sand and water to wash the now drying blood from the plastic sheet. He said bye and descended to the Male Dorm. He showered and dressed and went up to the Saloon. The guy behind the bar surprised him by setting a clear, unlabeled bottle in front him, telling him happy birthday. "I didn't think anyone would remember. What's this?" he asked lifting the bottle. Told it was a beer and that at 18 he was now legal, per the Laws of Underneath, Hunter lifted the bottle to his face, sniffed, then sipped. He grimaced a bit, then took another bigger sip. He didn't really mean it, but he said, "Tastes good." Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement, set his gaze, and felt his cock begin to swell immediately. He wondered whether it would sound totally inappropriate as well as desperate to call outfit's my birthday! I'm 18 now! He didn't of course. He only smiled meekly, lifted his beer as if toasting, and stared. Marilyn "Cookie" Grimes was just heading for the Sun Room to get her daily dose of artificial sunlight when -- over the Main Intercom -- she heard the deep, playful voice of her lover, "Cookie, Cookie, Cookie ... needs a little nookie." She laughed and diverted to the wall mounted Comm' Panel. Tapping the icon for Monitoring, she said with a feigned tone of anger, "I hope to high hell you didn't just broadcast that throughout the whole fucking bunker, Bryan. ""Course not," he responded. "Just there where you are, honeybuns." Cookie laughed again. "And how do you know I'm all alone here." She knew the answer to that, of course; looking up to the corner of the room, she smiled to the camera via which she knew Bryan was watching her. She pulled one side of her bikini top down to expose a young, firm tit for a moment as she blew him a kiss. There was a laugh over the intercom, followed quickly by a male voice that wasn'Bryan's, asking, "Can I see the other one, too?" Cookie's eyes and mouth opened with in shock as she spun her back to the camera and manipulated her boob back into her top. She hollered, "Asshole! Why didn't you tell me you weren't alone?"" I didn't know you were going to flash me, Cookie!" There was more laughter -- during which Cookie wrapped her body with her towel and raised a middle finger to the camera -- followed by Bryan informing her, "I just got the word that Hunter got us a deer. I know you like to inspect meat before it's brought in, so..." Learning she didn't have time to get her sun, Cookie returned to Female Berthing to don some appropriate clothes and headed Topside. The doe wasn't the biggest Hunter had ever brought home, but the organs were all in good shape and there were no signs of disease in the animal. She was tickled pink and promised Hunter the best back strap steak he'd had since they'd come to Underneath. Cookie had snatched one of the residents on her way up, and together with Hunter, the pair hauled the deer down to the kitchen that was less hidden behind the saloon. She grumbled again -- like she had almost daily for months -- that her cooking and preparation facilities were simply too small to be doing things like carving up a deer carcass. But it was all she had, so she did as she always did, bitched and moved on. Truthfully, if it wasn't for the fact that she was cooking for 23 -- 24 now with the baby -- Cookie would have been thrilled with the size of the kitchen, as well as with what it offered in utensils and such. It reminded her of the Mom camp; Pop, which literally was the name of the café her parents had owned and in which she'd practically grown up. The two men strung the animal up in a corner over a drain, where Cookie could clean the animal properly. Someone would have to help her move the deer to the walk-in refrigerator after that, but she'd give the carcass a while tobreathfirst. As the pair were heading out, Underneath's chef tossed them each a token that was worth an extra serving of dessert. "I'm making pies tonight and brownies tomorrow. Just don't make a big deal out of getting extra, 'cause then everyone will be wanting to help me with some chore or another to get a little extra fat and sugar." They left, and Cookie went to work. She was done with her work and heading out into the Saloon to get something to drink when she saw Hunter at the end of the bar talking to Peter, who served a number of functions on this Level an others, not least of which was bartender." I didn't think anyone would remember. What's this?" Cookie wasn't surprised at all that Hunter didn't recognize beer or that he reacted to it the way he did. His mother had been a very conservative, very strict, very devout Bible Thumped, God rest her soul. Cookie imagined that although she'd passed a while back, it would likely take Hunter a while to loosen up, ifhe did so at all." Happy birthday, Hunter," Cookie said remembering that it was the young man's birthday. She offered to back him a cake and arrange a party, but he said he didn't want to distract from the celebration of Underneath's first birth. She told him with a firm tone, "Tomorrow then. And don't argue. You'll either eat cake or wear cake, and you know how much I don't like to waste food." Behind the bar, Cookie selected a 6 ounce bottle of dark beer and flashed it to Peter so he could deduct it from her rations. She was going to head to the infirmary to see the baby but then caught Kendall out of the corner of her eye. She looked back to Hunter instinctively; yeah, he'd spotted her, too. Hunter's secret lust for Kendall James was anything but a secret. Since the day the two first met at the rendezvous sight in North Platte back in February, the 24-year-old -- who in Cookie's opinion looked like she was still in her teens -- couldn't pass by the now-18 year old without causing his tongue to fall out of his mouth and his cock to, well, do what cocks did in the presence of such a sexy young woman. Cookie took a bit of a detour through the Saloon to pass by the table at which Kendall and her younger-yet-married sister, Haley, were sitting. She chatted with them a moment about nothing special at all, then looked over her shoulder. Yep, Hunter was still peeking over here, trying to be casual and all but failing horribly." You know it's Hunter's birthday today," Cookie said, aiming her comment directly at Kendall. She looked back to Sheboygan, then leaned in closer to Kendall and whispered, "He's 18 today. That means he's no longer jail bait." Both of the women at the table laughed in shock at Cookie's obviousness. The older of the three women smirked, shrugged, and before leaving said, "You know, just in case you wanted to break in a new stud." The sisters laughed some more, traded glances with Hunter who finally acknowledged the pair's presence, and then finally took turns inviting the young man to come sit with them.Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt; ### Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;​IOC: I started another thread here. It will be our conversation thread for Kendall and Hunter. We are going to write this interaction separately because it will make reading their interaction easier in that thread because there will be no interruptions by other interacting characters; and it will make reading this thread easier as well because their back and forth of short posts won't "pollute" this one. The other thread isn't any less important than this one, though, so if you are following our story, please read it, too. "Boys." The two young men on Topside Watch had been sitting in the relatively cool shade of the concrete structure's northeast corner, quietly chatting about women and sex, what else, when just that one single word from Alice Pierce caused them to leap to their feet as if troops called to attention." Ma'am!" they said almost in unison. One of them quickly moved toward the window from which he was supposed to be scanning their surroundings while the other simply stood in place. He explained, "We were just taking a second to--"Alice waved off his excuse and reminded them in a polite but firm tone of what their duty was and why it was so important. Once she knew they had them straightened out, she told them, "I hear that Cookie had some venison back strap and fresh vegetables ready for dinner." One of them began, "Our tour doesn't end for--""I'll take the rest of your watch," Alice told them. The two young men looked between themselves with surprise. They had never been relieved by the Commander-in-Chiefbefore, but that didn't mean that Alice hadn't stood watch before. She gestured for the high-powered, military issue field glasses one of the men had, then for the Winchester Model 70 rifle the other man had in his hands. "It's okay. Trust me, I know how to use both of these." There was hesitation amongst them, but eventually the two headed for the hidden entrance and for dinner. Alice simply stared out upon the landscape for almost half an hour before finally lifting the binoculars and doing a thorough study of the land. There was nothing out there, exactly as they wanted it. Only twice since they'd come here in February had another human actually approached the building they all called Topside. Both times, the Watch had been recalled down into the bunker, and theintrudershad been watched via a half dozen cameras professionally hidden during the construction of Underneath. Alice was sure their home had been discovered the second time. Their visitor had noticed relatively new boot tracks in the soil around Topside and had begun a thorough search of the area, likely certain he'd find exactly what Alice hoped he wouldn't. But thecamouflageof the bunker door was too much for him, and after a couple of ours of searching and finding nothing, the man wandered off and was never seen again. She lowered the field glasses and reflected on how she and the others had gotten here. After she'd had a chance to check out Underneath, Alice had gone to her closest friends and family and told them she had a solution for the new plague that was already exploding across Europe and destined to arrive in the US within weeks. Some of those down in the bunker now had thought Alice was crazy. In fact, there had been another 12 people she'd approached who'd either politely said no thank-you're crazy. Alice sometimes wondered whether they had survived this latest pandemic. They'd spend a week planning and a week getting everything together. They'd filled cars and trucks with almost 2 tons of food, gear, and other supplies. Then, in the middle of the night on 18 February half a year ago, they all left their homes and took different routes to eventually end up at the rendezvous point northwest of North Platte. They'd driven all night to an abandoned building that Bryan Thompson, now Chief of Security, had been keeping on eye on for a few days, to ensure nosquatterswere there to spoil the plan. They parked, ate, slept, and headed out again after dark. Using the old, abandoned, rocking and rolling truck path that had been used to build Underneath, they arrived just before dawn. They covered the rigs with desert camo tarps, and went to work unloading every thing. It took almost until dark once again. The next day, the vehicles were driven out to White Creek Gulch and were allowed to simply fall over the edge, plummeting out of sight of the plateau. And that was the last time more than 2 residents at a time had ever been more than a couple of hundred yards from Underneath. They had no reason to go out into the world, of course. With the hunting of deer and antelopes and the trapping of a variety of ground mammals; with the foraging of wild onions and other wild edibles, some of which were available now and others of which would be plentiful in the fall, despite the recent years of drought; with the bounty being produced in the Horticulture Bay, mostly via aquaculture; and with the massive amount of food that had been brought here in February and which was still mostly there, the residents of the Underneath were certainly not going to bed hungry at night. Alice heard movement behind her and turned to see her sometime lover approaching with a couple of beers. "You're not listed as the Topside Watch, so you're not actually on duty, so there's nothing keeping you from having a beer." They opened the bottles, drank, and watched as the sun descended to almost the horizon. Riley Jacobs nodded to the technician, signaling to flip on the generator. With a squeal and a long, low groan of protest, the turbine began to turn, adding its hum to the already deafening field of generators.“Fuck yes! I own you bitch!” Riley pumped a triumphant, grease covered fist in the air. Her words swallowed by the hum of generators. Work complete, she began to pack up her tools, giving each one a cursory wipe with an old rag. A full cleaning would have to wait until she was out of the generator room. The room was stifling and, after an hour in the hotbox, Riley was drenched in sweat. She wiped her slick forehead with the back of her hand, no doubt smearing grease everywhere. As she picked up the last of her wrenches and packed it away, all Riley could think of was stripping out of her coveralls and taking a long, luxurious shower. She could practically smell the lavender shampoo already. Of course, her specialty shampoo had run out the week before, just like so many of the little luxuries that she had managed to procure before entering the Underneath. Gone, too, were the days of long soaks in a tub lined with candles and filled to the brim with bubbles. Even a long, hot shower was out of the question. At most, Riley could hope for a lukewarm shower that lasted long enough to scrub the grease off her skin. But those loses were worth it for the chance at survival, so Riley counted herself lucky. Luck seemed to be the thing that got Riley through life. It was luck that she had been the lone survivor of the six-car pile-up. It was luck that she had wound up in Alice Pierce’s ER. Furthermore, it was luck that Alice was on shift that night and had stayed by Riley’s side when it was clear the young woman had no family coming for her. And it was luck that the two had developed a friendship that, three years later, was strong enough for Alice to offer Riley a place in Underneath. Riley took the lift to the Women’s Dorm, where she stored her tool box under her bunk and quickly shed her coveralls and let them fall to the floor in a pile around her work boots. In just her underwear and a tank top, Riley made her way into the showers. The pipes groaned and clanked before rewarding Riley with a steady stream of water. Tossing the rest of her clothes outside the shower, Riley stepped under the stream, sighing happily as the water washed away the sweat and grim of the day. As she lathered up, Riley considered her life pre-Underneath and how quickly everything could change. Only a month before Alice’s invitation to the Underground, Riley had been out celebrating her thirtieth birthday. Her friends had surprised her with a birthday rave, complete with glow-in-the-dark body paint, pulsing music, a baggie full of little white pills and every drop of alcohol they could find.“One final night of debauchery before you hit boring adulthood.” One of her friends had said before the two had kissed, exchanging the drugs on their tongues. They had partied all night and Riley had stumbled home in the pre-dawn light. Those nights were long gone now and who knew what had become of her friends. A lot could happen in six months after all. She wondered if her friends were still alive. Wondered what had become of the garage she worked at and if the guys she worked with were still around. Wondered at the fate of so many faceless one-night stands. Rinsing the shampoo from her hair, Riley shut off the water and wrapped herself in a towel. She wandered back to her bunk and pulled on a pair of ripped jeans and a black tank top. Tying her dark hair, still wet from the shower, up in a colorful scarf. Slipping on a pair of black, military boots, Riley headed to the saloon. A drink was much needed. She waved a quick hello to Kendall as the two passed in the doorway. Wandering inside, Riley spotted Hunter at the bar, leg bouncing like he had too much pent-up energy. As she made her way to the bar, Riley waved to a few others she saw before taking a seat and waiting for Peter to finish serving Hunter.“Hey, Riles.” Peter greeted her with a smile.“Oh god, not that again. How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t do nicknames.” Riley groaned. Peter’s grin only widened. Riley had noticed Peter when everyone had first gathered to head Underneath. She’d noticed a lot of people, actually. But Peter had stuck out for his obvious charm and smile. A girl wasn’t about to limit herself though. And she certainly wasn’t going to tie herself to one person for the duration of their time there. Riley didn’t do relationships, anyway. Never had, never would.“What would you like?” Peter asked, leaning on the bar. “Other than the best sex you’ve ever had, I mean.”“Someone’s awful cocky.” Riley teased. “As tempting as that sounds, I think I’ll take a beer.”“Suit yourself,” Peter shrugged as he popped open a bottle and set it in front of Riley. “Offer still stands though.” He winked before moving to help another customer. With a laugh, Riley shook her head and took a long swig of her beer. (IOC: Picks up fromherewhile Riley's post above is happening.) Topside, 2000 hours:The sun was about to touch the rolling hills when a buzzing sound that could have been mistaken for an insect calling a mate sounded from near Topside's access to the bunker tunnel entrance." Answer it," Alice said from where she was leaning against the concrete wall, enjoying the descending orb to the west. Her on again, off again lover, Mimi Rollings, who had been trying and failing to talk Underneath'sRulerinto kneeling and slipping inside her dress for a little lip onlipsfun groaned. Pretending to be thedictatorthat Mimi often accused her of being, sometimes playfully, sometimes not too much so, Alice waggled an extended finger at the hidden Intercom panel and said, "Answer it! It might be Monitoring telling us that all is right with the world, and we can go home now."" Home," Mimi mumbled as she turned away. Still murmuring more to herself than to her pre- and post-Collapse friend, she said, "I have no home." Mimi was amongst a handful of people who hadn't found Underneath to be the vacation spot in a world of mayhem that they'd hoped it would be. Mimi had grown up on the California coast, an actual surfer chick, before heading for Kansas, then Nebraska for University. She missed the surf and the salt air and the freedom! The only familiar thing Underneath had to offer that was welcome to Mimi was sand. Well, and Alice, of course. They'd met in an underground club that was popular with the college crowd and the staff of the one-block-over hospital staff. Alice hadn't been gay or evencuriousat the time, but Mimi hadfixedthat over the weekend they'd spent together. They'd dated, well, had sex, off and on for a few years, taking a break after Alice's husband got sick with COVID-44, Variation B, and required a great deal of attention. Mimi didn't see Alice for almost two years until the Supervising Surgical Nurse suddenly showed up at her apartment door to tell her about this hole in the ground in the middle of the Nebraska wasteland called Underneath. Mimi hadn't hesitated to take Alice up on her offer to come with her. She wished she had now. There relationship was mostly off and less on anymore as Underneath simply took so much of Alice's time and energy. Plus, there was Karen, who Alice had brought with her as a soft of adopted daughter when the little girl's mother hadn't been able to commit to Underneath. Taking a communications headset out of its hiding place and pressing the listening piece into her ear, she spoke softly toward the mike, "Yeah, what?" She listened for a moment, then rushed over to Alice and put the headset on her concerned lover's head. Alice told the person on the other end to repeat and heard, "Something's tripping trail detectors, ma'am. 270-C went off twenty minutes ago. 300-C ten minutes after that. We thought it was deer or antelope heading for the stream bed for a drink, but now 300-B's gone off. Whatever it is, it's heading this way, and there's nothing over her that would interest a white-tail or a pronghorn." Alice had already grabbed up her field glasses and was looking out to the northwest. The lowering sun played with the shrubs and short, straggly trees dancing in a light breeze to create shadows that made it hard to detect what was plant and what might be human." Get down in the bunker, Mimi," Alice ordered without taking her eyes out from behind the binoculars. When the other woman, who had no experience or interest in the security of Underneath began to argue, Alice looked to her with a harsh expression. She growled, "Get down there and find Karen. Stay with her. Keep her calm." Since coming to Underneath, Mimi had found herself involuntarily becoming Karen'nanny times. Mimi had never had an interest in becoming a mother, whether byspittingone out of her owncoochor by hooking up with a woman who had a kid, like Alice did now. Oh, Karen was a great kid. Mimi just didn't want to be a babysitter. But, if Mimi took care of Karen's needs, Alice took care of Mimi's needs. And that made chasing the little girl all around Underneath at times worth it. Even as Mimi was heading down the stairs into the bunker, 3 men and 1 woman were heading up the stairs, armed and either in or carrying camouflage clothes and what to Mimi looked like riot gear, even though it was only standard bullet-resistant helmets and body armor that had been in the bunker's armory when they'd arrive 6 months ago. Up Topside, after Alice was given the changing situation over the headset, she gave orders to the four Guards: two pair, heading out slow and low at 270 and 360 degrees to the 100 yard markers, and hold. "It might still be nothing more than a deer. Either way, human or beast, no one fires without my authorization. I don't care who or what it is. You all know how far a gun shot travels at night over this terrain. The last thing we need is attention from, from wherever!" (IOC: The 1x1 thread,"Kendall and Hunter"takes a hiatus and comes back here for the moment. The reply below is the last half of the most recent replay to that 1x1 thread, found here.) After arranging ahookupwith Hunter, to claim his virginity and as she'd said it make him a man, Kendall had left the Saloon, gone to Women's Berthing and made arrangements for them to have some private time in one of the Fuck and Suck rooms. She then headed to the stairwell to meet up with him and give him the door code. Only, he shot right by her, shrugging with an expression of genuine disappointment. Kendall headed into the bar where she learned of what was happening: potential intruders. She didn't hesitate, rushing for the stairs and ascending two levels, two steps at a time, and arriving at Monitoring to take her station. Bryan was there, as were two others, monitoring an array of motion activated Trail Detectors and the few still working cameras that were hidden out on the terrain of the prairie. She donned a headset and every 20 seconds or so tapped an icon on a screen repeatedly to listen in on one after another of the listening devices hidden in the shrubs around Underneath. She heard movement two, maybe three times in the same general location of thetrippeddetectors, and she thought she ever heard a soft cry once. It almost sounded like a woman in pain, but hell, it could have been a coyote for all she knew, injured or simple calling out to her pups. The system Lender had put in place 25 years ago had included hundreds of motion detectors, cameras, microphones, and even vibration detectors. But even before he'd left the prairie, dying and seeking redemption, many of these devices had failed or were beginning to. Part of Kendall's job had been repairing and replacing these tools of their security. She was good at it, and she'd reactivated more than half of what had failed over the quarter of a century. But what they needed were replacement parts which, Kendall knew, could be found at an abandoned electronics parts supply business on the south side of North Platte. Alice simply wasn't having that, though. First, the business was almost 100 miles away. Second, to easily get there meant using the highways, and the highways were controlled by various local militias which may or may not be of a kind and friendly nature. Third, the world out there was dying of yet another pandemic, which was the reason they'd all come here 6 months ago in the first place! Kendall couldn't help but be conflicted about this presumed intrusion taking place outside. She wanted Underneath and all of its people to be undetected and safe, of course. But maybe if this incident scared Alice enough, Kendall and a team protecting her would finally get the chance to head south and get what they needed to truly keep the bunker and its residents safe for years, decades, or centuries to come. "It might still be nothing more than a deer,"Alice told the four people arriving topside at the emergency call." Either way, human or beast, no one fires without my authorization. I don't care who or what it is. You all know how far a gun shot travels at night over this terrain. The last thing we need is attention from, from wherever!" While Underneath's leader was talking, Hunter was donning his nighttime camouflage, then his bulletproof vest, helmet, and finally his communications headset. He tested it and got a response from Monitoring. Ironically, the call came from the woman who was supposed to be taking his virginity right now. Hunter so desperately wanted to ask her if they were meeting up after whatever this was, but he knew better. Others were on the line. He matched up with Craig, one of the infamous Bobble head Twins, and crouching to lower his profile took off due north toward 360A. He knew this trail well, the way is zigzagged through the underbrush and around the still young trees that had been planted by Underneath's original residents in an effort to combat the ravages of the 21st century Dust Bowl. A couple of times Kendall came onto the Comms to verify that the sound she was hearing at specific hidden microphones was their pair or the others. At one point, though, sound of heavy footfalls were heard somewhere between the two pairs, out near 300A. That put whatever orwhoeverit was just 100 yards from the entrance to Underneath. The scouts were ordered to hold their positions. It was only now that Hunter realized he was trembling. Stalking a deer with the intention of killing it was one thing, but stalking a human being, well, that was an entirely different situation and Hunter had never had to do that before now. And ironically, as he kneeled behind an ancient, rotting log and listened to the sounds that were obviously the steps of a heavy man upon the sand, dirt, and rock of the prairie, Hunter found himself imagining Kendall naked, straddling his groin, and as she'd described it, making a man out of him. Fuck, he thought to himself as he reached down to adjust the erection that he feared was going to make it hard to continue crouching and moving through the darkness of Nebraska's wild lands. Post for Peter Higgins Peter Higgins had been invited to join the community in Underneath because he was a pretty face, a hard body, and a big dick. At least that was the rumor that had begun floating amongst the others on rendezvous night outside North Platte way back in February. He was smart and well-educated, but he didn't show off his intellect when conversations about big topics arose. He hadn't gotten involved in the complex tasks involved in getting Underneath back up and running during those first days and weeks, instead helping with the less thought-involved tasks of cleaning, unloading, arranging, etc., so many of his fellow residents had thought that perhaps he hadn't had the drive or even dedication to be here. But within a couple of weeks or for some of the others a couple of months, his neighbors began to realize just what he was offering Underneath. He was always ready to lend a hand in any area, from the Infirmary and Research Center to the Repair Bay and Gen Services floor. And, of course, he bartended. That was where he interacted with most of the others on a regular basis, that or in the Infirmary whereas "Doc" Alice'nurse, he tended to the little boo booslike cuts, burns, and scrapes. When Kendall shot into the Saloon with a confused look on her face, he explained, "Monitoring picked up a tripped Trail Detectors. There might be someone out there." Kendal was gone in an instant, and Peter took charge and told the other patrons, "We're closed! Get to your Intruder Alert stations." Looking to Riley, Peter smiled again, took the refill drink she was still yet to touch, and told her, "I'll take this off your rations and get you a fresh one later when this is over. Maybe we can have one together." He winked to her again. He'd been wanting to get between Riley's thighs since day one of the Underneath portion of his life, but circumstances had simply prevented him from sealing the deal. Furthermore, he knew she was into guys, but at the same time he knew she was into girls just the same. Being Underneath's regular but not only bartender, he heard and saw a lot from behind the counter, but to be totally honest, he couldn't know for sure whether she'd been bedding one of the others, whether male or female. Like Riley, Peter wasn't the type to tie himself to one person. He didn't do relationships any more than she did. And also like Riley, assuming what he thought he knew of her was correct, he didn't restrict himself only to individuals of the opposite gender either. He didn't advertise his bisexuality, though. He was a firm believer that what people did behind closed doors, so long as it was legal and not harmful to others, was their own business. Furthermore, he didn't want others to know what he did between the sheets, and he didn't want to know what others did between the sheets. It wasn't because he was afraid that he would be typecast as a literal cocksucker and, therefore, be deprived of his share of eating Underneath pussy. It was simply that he didn't advertise his sexuality or sexual interactions, never had, never would. PDA's, public displays of affection, were simply not Peter's thing. In less than 30 seconds, the Saloon was empty except Peter. He double-checked the compartment to ensure he wasn't leaving an open fridge, hot burner, or running tap, then hurried up to his own the IA station in the Infirmary. He pulled out the Inventory and Task Checklist to ensure that they were ready to receive injured and/or contaminated people, whether they be current residents, future residents, or unwelcomed intruders. Peter had always been a bit concerned about those last two categories of people, as were otherUnderneathers. He was well aware that Alice had given the bunkers location to a handful of friends and family who hadn't been able to come here in February. He understood the woman's desire to have these people safe in Underneath. But he also understood that should one or more of those people arrive here, they might very well be carrying any one of several viruses or basic diseases that could endanger the whole of Underneath's population. He went to the Emergency Descent Hatch and unlocked it. This was where a newcomer from the outside would descend from the dangerous outside world directly into a quarantinecellwithout the rest of Underneath being exposed to whatever they may or may not be carrying with or in them. Lender, the bunker's creator, had been a genius, Peter had always thought. Of course, Peter had no knowledge of Theban things Lender had done back during the pandemics of the early 2020s, so, whatever. Done with his work, Peter donned his PPE suit, all except for the helmet, and crossed the hall to Monitoring. Half a dozen people were watching the situation topside and/or preparing to go up to help if needed. He looked for but didn't see Riley. Peter was unsure whether her station was here, in the Gen Room, or elsewhere. Oh well, they'd see each other after this was all over he was sure. 2145 hrs, 8 August 2048 Just northwest of Topside:From within the concrete building atop Underneath, Alice was listening to the communications between Monitoring and the four Scouts who had ventured out into the prairie to investigate what they thought might be a human intruder. The noises heard over the still-operating microphones were picking up the sound of something heavy. It could have been a bison or maybe even just a regular old cow, as had happened occasionally in the early days of Underneath according to Howard Lender's diary. But neither of this type of big beast had been in the area in over 15 years, and the footfalls were too big to be a deer or antelope. With support from Monitoring, Alice had decided it was time to close in on whatever it was. She whispered into her headset's microphone, "Go, go, go!" Through a pair of night vision goggles, she could just barely make out the movement of one or more of the Scouts as they closed on theintruderfrom its south and east.Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt; +++ Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;​Jimmies the one female of the four member Scout team that was closing on the intruder. She carried an AR-15 assault rifle with a sound suppressor, set for single shot, but she was also had her compound bow strapped to her back in case what they found out there was an animal they might want to fill some plates down in the café over the next few weeks or months." Contact," she heard a male voice whisper in her earpiece, followed quickly by, "One target, human. Likely male. Carrying..." The voice trailed off, though, and someone in Monitoring asked, "One male carrying what?" There was a short pause, followed by, "It's a big guy carrying a small woman." Just as Jimmie and her partner got close enough to see the intruder, Alice came on the radio, asking, "Weapons? Are they armed." Another pause was followed with, "No weapons visible. The guy's, he's carrying her on his back. She, she doesn't look conscious."" Close on target," Alice ordered. Speaking about the high-powered lights on most of their firearms, she continued, "Brights. Light'em up, blind'em. Maintain distance for proper quarantine protocols. Non-lethal rounds if necessary." Alice looked to her partner, who slung his assault rifle and filled his arms with a beanbag shotgun before hurrying forward through the scattered scrub. A moment later, the dark exploded with powerful white light and calls to the intruder from two different directions to stop and drop.Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt; +++ Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;​While it may have appeared that she was unconscious, Polly was very awake and aware of what was happening as it did. We shad been carrying her for most of the last 3 hours, stopping off and on for him to rest and for her to stretch her arms and legs. She'd tried to make it to Underneath on her own two feet, but she'd simply been too weak and pained." Don't shoot us! Don't shoot us!" Polly hollered as she was blinded by the gun lights. "Hopscotch! Hopscotch!" She'd been running the password through her mind all day long, hoping that when they finally found Underneath she wouldn't forget it. There was a moment of silence as the flashlights, and thus the people carrying them, continued to move closer." Hopscotch! Hopscotch!" she repeated. "My name is Polly. Pauline. Pauline Simms! I'm supposed to be here! I'm a friend of Alice Pierce." Just in case these people weren't actually from Underneath, Polly didn't use the name of the facility. She doubted that any of them knew who Pauline or Polly Simms was, but she hoped that they at least knew the password that had been given to the few people who'd been invited to Underneath yet hadn't been able to go there at the time. And then she got more than she could have hoped for when a female voice called out in surprise, "Polly?" Wes had lowered her to the ground by now, and she contemplated the voice she'd heard. When her name was called out even louder this time, Polly almost sobbed and cried out, "Jimmie?"" Polly!" the injured girl's name came through the dark again. One of the four flashlights was suddenly hurrying her way as the female voice was calling out, "Stand down, stand down, friendlies, friendlies!" Suddenly the woman rushing forward essentially collided with Polly, wrapping her arms around her in a tight bear hug. All around them, male voices began calling out about contamination and protocol and viruses and whatever was concerning them. All Polly heard was her emotional sister, now in tears, professing her relief that her younger sister was alive and finally hear." Command, it's my sister, Polly," Jimmie was saying, obviously to the mike on her headset and not to Polly herself. Polly's attention was being pulled in three directions, by her sister's voice, the words of the men surrounding them, and the voices she could just barely hear over Jimmie's headset. Jimmie backed up a bit, continuing to hold her sister's hands, and said in a more official tone, "Command, we're going to need three sets of PPE topside asap." Polly could see her older sibling look We sup and down before adding, "Make one of them a 3L. My sister's beau is a strapping one. Jesus, sis. You know how to pick'em, don't you?" The younger sister was about to explain that Was wasn't her beau, but things got very busy quick. One of the three men, all of whom still had their weapons trained on the intruders, began ordering the pair to drop their gear and strip out of their clothes. Polly wasn't sure how Was was going to respond to this, so she began first, telling him, "It's alright. This is my sister. These are the people I told you about. We're safe now." It was explained that they were being stripped to their birthday Suitland would be given suits and breathing masks, PPE, for their descent into Underneath. Polly didn't know exactly when the woman arrived but as she was getting down to her panties and bra, she realized that Alice Pierce was standing there in the dark about 20 feet away. Polly almost shrieked with excitement, and the two talked about how good it was to see each other again. Polly didn't hesitate to shed her undergarments. Hell, far too many people she hadn't trusted had seen her naked already, so what did she care about people she could trust? Jimmie was stripping as well, what with having embraced hercontaminatedsister. Soon enough, the three of them were escorted into the concrete shelter, down the hidden bunker entrance, and into a little room that then descended. Shading her eyes from the sudden bright light, Polly realized that she, Was, and Jimmie were being lowered right into a quarantine cell. Jimmie explained it all as it was happening, not wanting her sister to be frightened. The older sibling was removed to a separate quarantine space, and someone in PPE entered to help the newcomers out of their own PPE and into simply hospital gowns. Polly couldn't help herself and peeked Was's way, hoping to get a look at his junk, which in the dark she had missed. She chastised herself afterward, remembering how many men had violated her with their own eager cocks. Alice was in the Infirmary by now. She and Polly chatted some more, and Alice asked Was about himself. She then reluctantly told them, "We're going to run your blood and look for viruses and other undesirable things, as well as process some skin, saliva, urine, and stool samples. It's all very invasive, and I'm really sorry about it, but as you may or may not know and understand, the first occupants of Underneath were wiped out because they hadn't been careful enough. We'll make you as comfortable as we can." Looking to Jimmie, Alice explained, "We'll have you out of their sooner, probably. But, I should make you stay in there a couple of months for breaking protocol. That was stupid." Kimmie apologized, told Alice she was right, and changed into a similar hospital gown. We shad been carrying Polly off and on for a few hours now. Luckily, he was in good shape, and Polly was small and light, but even so, his back began to get sore and stiffen up after a while. She'd tried to walk on her own, but she was still weak and unsteady, and Was didn't want her passing out, so had offered to give her a piggyback ride. Progress was slow, but steady, and according to Polly, they should be getting close to where Willa was...hopefully. The dark made things more difficult to tell. Suddenly, there were blinding white lights all around them, and Was staggered backwards in surprise, disoriented. He heard voices yelling, as Polly suddenly slipped off his back." Stop where you are!" A female voice yelled, quickly followed by a deeper male voice telling them to drop to the ground. Was raised his hands and slowly dropped to his knees." Don't shoot us! Don't shoot us! Wes couldn't see anything but a wall of white, but he recognized Polly's voice crying out excitedly. Hopscotch! Hopscotch! Things quickly de-escalated, after that, and Was smiled, happy for Polly when he found she was reunited with her sister. He only hoped he would have the same luck with Willa. He kept quiet...his father always said the best way to get to know someone is listened to them while they didn't think you were paying attention. Furthermore, he was watching everything, looking for threats, but seeing none evident. These folks seemed efficient and a bit pushy, but not hostile...given the circumstances, things could have been much worse. He stood back up, and was then told he needed to strip for decontamination...they would be given PPE's to wear, and Was assumed they would have to be checked over for radiation or signs of pandemic, at some point. Wes began to strip down, dropping his hat, jacket, bandana and hoodie in a pile. He was still a bit self-conscious getting naked in front everyone...a leftover habit from back when he was overweight...but then took off the shoulder holster with the Desert Eagle, his tie-dyed t-shirt, boots, socks, and then finally his Jean's and boxers. He was surprised at how thin he had gotten since leaving Detroit...being naked made this all too obvious. His ribs stuck out, and every bit of muscle on him was easily defined and visible. He looked up and saw Polly and her sister had also stripped down, and he couldn't help but admire their well-formed shapes. He stood behind them, enjoying the sight from behind, of their alluring curves and rounded bottoms. Before he knew it, they were dressed in the PPE's and lowered into a quarantine cell. They were quickly stripped of the PPE's and placed in hospital gowns. Alice, who seemed to be the de facto leader of this place, spoke at length to both Polly and Was. She asked him a bit about his background, and then told them of the array of unpleasant testing they could expect. Was nodded, understanding the reason why, although admittedly, he was not looking forward to it. After a while, Alice left, leaving Was alone with the two sisters. He looked over to Jimmie, and asked, "I have been searching for my sister for a few weeks now. Polly said she might be here. Her name is Willa McCann....is she here?" He held his breath as he awaited the answer to whether he was the last member of his family alive.... Polly might have been hesitant to ogle her traveling mate too closely for all the sexual abuse she'd been through, but Jimmie didn't have that problem. Even though she did so inconspicuously, she gave the newcomer a good once over survey. He looked like he could use a good meal or two or ten, but what was left of him after an unknown period of malnutrition looked like, once reenergized, it would provide a girl with a helluva romp between the sheets. When she stripped off her own panties and bra to don the gown provided, Jimmie took her time covering herself up. Like her younger sister, Kimmiewas thin through the waist with nice curves above and below. She measured out at 34-24-36 with gravity defying C-cups and a firm, pear shaped ass that she'd been more than willing to share about Underneath when the mood suited her.(In contrast to most of their stories of conquest they'd told to Hunter, the Bobble head Twinshadactually done with Jimmie many of the things they'd claimed.)" I have been searching for my sister for a few weeks now,"Was asked the female Security member." Polly said she might be here. Her name is Willa McCann....is she here?"" No, I've never heard of her, sorry," she told him with a sorrowful expression and tone. "But there were a bunch of people invited to come to Underneath whom didn't, so, maybe she's still in North Platte." Kimmie noted Was's reaction and felt for him. She'd seen the mayhem in the city from which many of them came before leaving it, and she'd heard the stories of how bad it had gotten over the HAM radio transmissions they listened to frequently." I'm sure Alice will let you stay, though, for helping get my sister here safely," Jimmie said. She looked to Polly with a happy smile, and although she knew that her sister was glad to see her, too, she could see in the younger sibling's expression the sorry she felt for her traveling partner. Jimmie tapped on the glass to get the attention of the Security member watching over them. "Where's that food and water the Doc said was coming?" Over the next thirty minutes or so, food arrived at the fish bowls, as did plenty of needles, swabs, and other testing tools. They were put into a shuttle drawer and pushed into the quarantine cells for thevictimsthemselves to administer. This was easier than having to have someone suit up in PPE to do the sampling. When the drawers were pushed back out, they got hit with four different types of contaminant before Peter, the bartender/nurse, now in full PPE, took them and began testing them behind yet another isolation glass. Jimmie had asked for a pen and paper to be sent in, and she'd written a note, which Peter read before Jimmie crumpled it up and tossed it aside. Ten minutes after the schoolroom like note passing, Jimmie was watching Was when he looked up and out through the glass ... to see his sister, Willa, standing just feet away from him. She had a non-committal expression of doubt in her face as she stared at the man she hadn't seen since she was a young teen. She'd never thought to see him again, and to hear that he was here now, up in fish bowl, was just too incredible to believe. Yet, after a moment she knew it was him. And her eyes instantly glazed over and leaked tears down her face. Willa looked at Was doubtfully, as if trying and failing to recognize him. He couldn't blame her for that...she hadn't seen him face to face for almost ten years. When he left for college, he was twice the size he was now. He was clean-shaven, and his hair was short. It wasn't until he said her name aloud, that she realized her brother had truly come home." Willa..." He walked towards the glass, seeing the tears well up in his sister's eyes, and feeling his do the same." Oh, thank God..." He put his hand on the glass, fingers spread, and she did the same. "I thought I lost you....that I lost everyone and was alone..." He put his forehead up against the glass, as the tears ran freely down his face. Again, Willa mirrored him, placing her forehead against the other side, crying. They were like that for a few moments, and then Willa pulled back, tears in her eyes, but now smiling joyfully." How did you find me?" Willa asked." It was Shane...he pointed me in the right direction. He told me you went north...so I followed. I was so worried I wouldn't find you. Are you ok?" Her eyes teared again, at the memory of the tragedy, as she replied, "You saw what happened to Mom and Dad, didn't you?" He nodded sadly, and she continued," After that happened, I couldn't stay there. Our own neighbors burned them up... I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't. They wouldn't let me inside. I couldn't say goodbye....tell them I loved them." She sobbed again, and this time, it was Was who replied, "They knew, Willa....they already knew you loved them. That WE loved them...it's alright." Once Willa got under control again, she continued. "I was told about this place about six months ago...but I couldn't leave with Mom and Dad sick. Once they were gone, I had to go. I couldn't stay there anymore. I tried to talk Shane into coming too, but he said he couldn't leave the bar...stubborn as always. Furthermore, I guess it worked out, though...he helped you find us. We should get him here too..."" We will," Was replied, "I'll talk some sense into him..." He turned back to Polly and Jimmie, and then introduced the two siblings to his own. He walked up to Polly and hugged her fiercely, and then held he at arms length so he could look in her eyes. " Thank you...thank you so much for giving me my family back..." He hugged her again, holding her tight, and Polly replied tearfully in return..." You're welcome..." "I thought I lost you....that I lost everyone and was alone..." Willa's heart did a little roll at her brother's statement, knowing that he meant their parents and most certainly knew they were dead. If she hadn't already been sobbing, this would have made her do so. To her question about how he came to be at Underneath, Was spoke about Shane. You have to talk about him, too?she thought to herself, as if bringing up mom and dad wasn't enough? Shane Flanagan was what Willa considered one of her many failings in life. He had been a close childhood friend of Was's and, as a result, had been a fixture in Willa's life as well. She'd been just a little girl when Shane was already a growing, maturing boy-become-man, and during her tween and very early teens, she'd actually had a bit of a crush on him. Then she herself entered her own teens, and Was left to chase a life of his own. Suddenly Willa's time around Shane was without the presence of her overprotective brother. When she began together curves, as undramatically as they were in those years, Shane took notice. Unfortunately for him, Willa had already unceremoniously dumped Shane into the friend zone. Oh, it wasn't because he wasn't boyfriend material or anything like that. Willa was simply to shy and lacked the confidence in herself to imagine that anywho liked her could at the same time be satisfied with her. She was plain, she thought. Who could possibly want to keep her? Of course, she still had those same two problems, which was why while living in a community with plenty of both single andtakenmen who would love to fuck her, she was still a virgin at 21. They talked about their parents and the horror that Willa had seen with her own eyes, then talked about the love that their family had for one another. Despite Was leaving and being gone for a decade, the four of them had always known that the love was there and that they would one day be together again. Known. Wrong word, maybe. And they talked about Shane. Willa was happy to hear that he was still alive. She'd seen him, what, seven, eight months ago? It had been a few weeks before coming to Underneath. Willa couldn't help but wonder whether he would still want to be with her. She couldn't help but wonder whether she could find the courage to offer herself to him. Sometimes she just felt like such a little girl.(IOC: I'm writing a second post right now that will take place the next day at 10am. Alice will call everyone to the Saloon for a meeting. This is not an uncommon thing.) 9 August 2048, 1000 hours Underneath Saloon:Alice strode into the room to find it even more packed than she'd hoped. She mounted the small stage upon which solo and group acts performed music, magic, comedy, and drama for the amusement of the others and took a look around at the faces. They weren'looking at her! She didn't usually use the microphone for these mostly impromptu meetings, but this time Alice clicked on the mike and tapped it several times to gain the needed attention. With humor in her voice, she said, "Iwouldthank you all for coming here this morning, telling you that it is heart-warming to know that I can still draw a crowd of loyalNeatherslike y'all..." There was already snickering and giggling circulating through the room, knowing where this was going. Alice nodded her head toward Laura and the tiny newborn swaddled in the blanket within her arms and acknowledged, "...but it's pretty obvious to me that y'all came here to see the newest resident of Underneath." As if on cue, the baby gave a little squeak that almost sounded like laughter, and the entire room exploded in joy. Alice went on, "Laura has given me the honor of introducing to y'all to her beautiful and, I am told, absolutely perfect little girl, coming in at a respectable 6 pounds, 8 ounces, Regina Lender." There were some varied reactions to the mentioning of the name Lender. Most of them already knew that Laura had cast away her own surname, though none of them, not even Alice, knew why. The leader explained further, "Laura has chosen to honor the creator of our communal home, the man without whom we might not have such a safe and secure life, by naming her daughter after Howard Lender's own beloved daughter, who was lost to him and the world at the tender young age of 16 while in the service of her less fortunate neighbors." Alice gestured to Peter at the bar, who brought her a glass of sparkling wine as many of the others already had. She told them to raise their glasses and gave toast to the first birth in Underneath. As the excitement settled to a dull roar, Alice told them, "And as I am sure you are already well aware, we have twoothernew residents in Underneath. Willa, where are you? Willa? Willa, come up here please." The young woman's reaction told Alice that she did not, want to mount the stage, but two other women grasped hold of her and hauled her up to stand next to their unofficial Mayor. Alice told about the arrival of the shy female's brother while also explaining about Jimmie and Polly as well. There were more cheers and applause for these four lucky people, three of whom were still in isolation, of course." Now...!" Alice began, turning to signal Peter. He tapped some icons on a panel as Alice turned back to the others and hollered out, "Let's party!" Suddenly, the 1975 hit from KC and the Sunshine Band's,"That's The Way I Like It"began belting out from speakers hidden all around the room. And as always happened when the music was loud and the alcohol was beginning to flow, people got to their feet and started dancing in joy. Alice looked down upon them with a wide smile, looked to and hugged Willa, and demanded, "Go dance, little girl. Life is to be enjoyed." “She’s adorable.” Riley cooed, forcing herself to fawn over Laura's new baby girl. The crowd around the new mother had thinned by the time Riley walked into the Saloon, but everyone was still watching the baby and going gaga over every little noise and movement she made. Honestly, Riley didn’t understand it. It’s not that she didn’t like babies per se, they were just very…squishy. Seeing Alice about to take the stage, Riley made her way to an empty seat at Willa’s table near the front.“Hey, I heard the good news. You must be excited.” She leaned across the table, keeping her voice low as Alice tapped the mic, and squeezed Willa’s hand. The excitement of yesterday, between the new baby and the topside adventure, had the whole of Underneath abuzz. Riley felt somewhat on the outskirts of it all, as she had only heard of the topside adventure second hand while doing her usual round of maintenance. But at least they were all together now. As Alice called everyone’s attention to the front, she introduced Laura's baby and everyone cheered. Riley clapped along…again, too squishy!" And as I am sure you are already well aware, we have two*other*new residents in Underneath. Willa, where are you? Willa? Willa, come up here please." Riley watched Willa sink into herself, the girl was too shy for her own good.“Okay, get your ass up there, girl.” Riley, along with the other woman at their table, tugged Willa to her feet and pushed her forward. Riley cheered along with the rest of the Underneath as Alice retold the story that had spread like wildfire through the group.“Now! Let's party!" With a whoop, Riley jumped off her chair. Now partying was something she knew how to do! Sashaying over to where Peter manned the bar, Riley crooked her finger at him.“You owe me a fresh beer.” She called out over the music. Wish a glance over her shoulder she noticed Alice pushing a somewhat reluctant Willa into the pulsing crowd. “Make that two!” She called to Peter. As he handed her the beers she smiled.“Meet me out there when you get a break.” She said, nodding towards the dance floor as she sashayed away, her hips moving in time to the music. Handing the extra beer to Willa, Riley moved in close, “You look like you could use this.” Alice looked around the Saloon and thought to herself, If you had told me life would be like this a year ago, I would have asked you 'What are you smoking?'. It was a rather strange scene, of course. It wasn't even noon yet. They were dancing to 70s disco. They were drinking home brew. There was a newborn less than 24 hours old in the corner being mobbed by oglers. And she had three potentially contaminated, potentially infected people in the bowl, two of whom were the long-lost siblings of two other Underneath residents! What the fuck? But Alice would have it no other way. Oh, it wasn't like they made a habit of getting sauced before lunchtime every day. In fact, there were rules regarding alcoholic consumption in Underneath, just as there had been in North Platte. But because this was a 24/7 society that involved the day of one resident being the night of another, those rules were less about the time of the day for the entirety of Underground and more about the time of your own day, relative to your work and play schedule. But none of that meant crap today! Today was special. Underneath had its first newborn, and two family members had miraculously found their way to their families. They were going to dance and drink and eat sugary desserts' courtesy of Cookie, and then they'd all do whatever they wanted to do the rest of the day. Alice knew what she wanted to do, of course. She caught the eye of Mimi, who was having a fit over the baby, and gave her a wink, before inconspicuously turning and leaving the Saloon on Level 3 to head for her quarters on Level 1. Mimi had smiled at the signal, knowing what it meant. She and the leader of Underneath were going to get naked together. The younger woman excused herself and excitedly hurried to catch up with Alice. Meanwhile, Kendall James, who was dancing about on the floor, bouncing around between Feathers like a bumblebee in a bed of flowers, was looking all about for Hunter Lee. She was supposed to have taken his virginity last night, but he'd been sent out toengagedthe intruders. Protocol had demanded that he be thoroughly decontaminated and restricted to the Infirmary for 24 hours or until the tests on his clothing came back negative for anything of concern. Before Alice gave her speech, Kendall had bumped into Peter, who had been working the Infirmary the night before, and she'd learned that Hunter's tests had come back negative, and he'd been sent to his rack for a good night's sleep. Well, night was over and gone and Kendall had a couple of beers in her already. She was feeling horny and devilish. And she knew the location of a young man who wanted to finally put his cock into a warm, wet, inviting hole. She excused herself from the party and headed for Men's Berthing.(IOC: KyleReevis (Hunter's writer) and I are going to take our characters back to the1x1 thread for the rest of this day, 9 August 2048. Wish us good luck and good times! The action picks up at this post.) Monitoring Station:Bryan Realigned back in his chair as he watched the screen on which their fearless leader was beginning her talk to the troops two levels down in the saloon. He'd always thoughtAlicewas such a sexy woman. If he hadn't already been fucking Cookie before the group had come to Underneath, Bryan probably would have made a play for the boss instead. He searched the faces and bodies in the crowd looking for those of his lover but couldn't find her. He leaned forward again and switched between cameras, yet still couldn't seem to locate Cookie. The entirety of Underneath's interior wasnotviewable at all times from Monitoring, despite the dozens of cameras and the number of them that swiveled. They hadn't been placed to monitor every inch of the place and keep track of every person within it. They were mostly positioned so that Monitoring could look for emergencies, such as fire, flood, blackouts, injuries, etc. The cameras in areas such as the berthing area or hygiene rooms had cameras placed to provide privacy or, in many cases, didn't have any at all. But Bryan did finally find Cookie as she was exiting a storage room with containers of ingredients for some feast or dessert she was making. He watched her move about for several minutes. It was one of Bryan's favorite past times, watching Cookie's delicious Bodmin motion, even when she was wearing her loose fitting chef'uniform. She must have heard or seen the swiveling camera following her around the kitchen because soon enough she locked her eyes on it for a long moment and smiled. Bryan laughed to himself, then tapped a button to cause a tone to sound on the Comm Panel on the wall near her." You know, if you were to lather your body with butter," he began in a sultry tone before chuckling, knowing he probably wouldn't get out the description of what he'd do to her after that. Bryan began his dirty talk with,"You know if you were to lather your body with butter..." But Cookie cut in with, "Then Alice would want to ensure that butter benefited more than just your lapping tongue, and she'd toss me into the oven on 375 and cook me for every one else to enjoy with green beans and mashed potatoes." Cookie heard him laughing over the intercom, which she clicked off with one hand as the other pulled her shirt open to flash him a tit for the second time in as many days. She turned back to her work. It was and at the same time wasn't like being in her parents' café in North Platte. Feeding Underneath was a combination of making individual items for individuals while simultaneously making large pots of stuff that would be eaten by all. She'd been lucky in those first months to have so many ingredients to make so many wonderful meals. The vehicles that had brought the residents to Underneath had been loaded to overflowing with anything and everything those people had in their homes or could buy from local merchants before heading out. The fresh foods had been consumed first, obviously. Gardening had exploded across America over the last decade or two, when grocery stores, ifthey were still open, had limited options for fresh food or food at all and most of those options were too expensive for the common person. The Collapse had turned people who'd never gotten dirt under their nails into very keen and fast learning vegetable growers. In February, when the group left North Platte, those who had root cellars cleaned them out of potatoes, onions, turnips, beets, and more. Those who canned vegetables, fruits, jams, and jellies crated them up, too. And then there were the store bought cans, jars, boxes, and bags, some of which would only be edible until shortly after their Best if used by dates. Most of that was gone now, of course. The Horticultural Lab was, of course, growing fresh greens, small and fast-growing vegetables, tomatoes, and more, but the supply wasn't keeping up with demand. Cookie worked with others to determine what would be ready when, and more often than not the children were fed the more nutritious food first, whether they wanted to eat their vegetables or not! The one part of the Horticulture Lab that was a bust so far was the Aquaculture Bay. Howard Lender, when he designed Underneath, had included a trio of tanks along the back wall that housed two different species of fish. The fish poop in the water provided nutrition to the plants, the water run off from the plants fed the algae in the tanks, and the fish ate the algae. Oh, Cookie didn't understand the whole system or the balance of it, but she knew that it had been designed to provide more than 10 pounds a week at optimum efficiency. Unfortunately, when the new group of residents got here, all the fish were dead, as was the algae. They wanted to get the system up and running again, but the original species offoreignfish were obviously no longer available. One of the guys had had a neighbor who raised local species: catfish, perch, bass, and carp. They were all still available in the rivers and ponds of Central Nebraska. They only problem was finding a source that wasn't already within some dangerous militia or gun toting family's reign. Someday, maybe, Cookie thought to herself. Then another thought struck her:Maybe Was could offer some insight. She had barely talked to the newcomer, other than to introduce herself, and thank him for saving Polly, who she had known from North Platte pre-Underneath. He'd been all over hell, literally and figuratively, so maybe he'd seen something out there that would help. Cookie would have to bring it up with Alice later. Right now she had a huge kettle of canned-ingredient stew to watch, while also keeping an eye on the fresh bread that would be coming out of the oven in just 10 minutes. IOC:This reply is just a marker that indicates the end of 10 August 2048. We have 2 or more 1x1 threads that began on 9 or 10 August and were written simultaneously and separately from this thread, and they all return to this part in the timeline. For the moment, this main thread is on pause until all of those other 1x1s catch up. That shouldn't be a problem as I think there is only one still left open, and it should be ended today, I think! Peter Higgins--Profile, Headshot (This post is also the first post of a1x1 thread that begins at this time in the timeline of this main thread, 10pm, August 10, 2048. I wanted to post this reply here as well as in the 1x1 because it contains some information about the internal workings of Underneath, as approved by Alice2015. I would be pleased if you followed the 1x1 thread, and I think Alice2015 and Ms_Tiff would be, too.) Peter looked up to the clock on the wall, then called to a couple who'd been nursing their beers in the corner while playing checkers, "Closing." They looked to the clock, too, and one of them asked, "Attend?" Peter shrugged and said, "Monday night. Closing is actually 9pm, but I had work to do so--"They waved off his explanation as they stood to bring him their bottles for clean up. Peter rarely had people fuss too much about closing or last call or any of the other notices he gave them. It was so different here in the Underneath saloon than it was out in the real world. Or at least how it had been back before the Collapse. A lot of things changed when society fell apart. It was ironic that many aspects of Underneath were like that old world in which Peter's parents had grown and of which he'd heard so many stories. Last call and closing time here in the saloon, obviously. Weekends and weekdays, too. Today was Saturday, August 10th. Why did it need to be Monday? Couldn't it be Tuesday or Hump day or the weekend? Because there were still some things that went on here that were just like they had been out there in North Platte, in Nebraska, in the US, in the world. The children here, for example, only had school Monday to Friday. There was special entertainment and outings, though indoors obviously, that only occurred on Saturday and Sunday. In many ways, Underneath was as regular as North Platte or any other city had been 50 years ago, 100 years ago. Peter wiped down the last table, cleaned the bar, checked the fridges and freezers for proper closure, and more. He set out the regular box of goodies, bottled water and juices, and some leftover sandwiches for the nighttime Feathers who would be hungry and thirsty. Then, smiling widely at his good luck, he headed down to the Gen Room where he'd heard Riley was dealing with a temperamental piece of equipment. There wasn't typically a nighttime mechanic. All the equipment had originally been operated remotely from Monitoring in the evening and a mechanic was only in the Gen Room during the daytime, to check and top off fluids and do both routine maintenance and repairs. But Underneath was over 25 years old, and almost everything in that equipment room was original. It took a lot of love and care, and that, of course, was Riley's job." Hey," he said with a smile from the door after he was sure that the beauty had noticed him. She carried hammers and heavy wrenches and sharp screwdrivers often, and the last thing Peter wanted to do was startle her when she was having difficulty with one of the machines. He held up a small platter filled with a variety of food, as well as a bottle of her favorite non-alcoholic drink. As he moved toward her, he said, "I would have brought you a beer, but Alice would have fired me for that, and I'd be back to sanitizing beakers in the Research Lab." He waited until she cleaned her hardworking hands, gave her what she wanted, then smiled as he confessed, "I did, however, set aside a couple of beers or four for us afterward. You know, in case you want to hang out a while. Itisonly quarter past ten."(IOC: Okay, this is the last post for this particular interaction in this main thread. Please go hereto continue reading, and don't forget to subscribe to see new posts. As Was walked back to Men's Berthing for his nap, he thought about everything that had happened over the past few days...meeting and saving Polly, their arrival at the Underneath, the time spent in quarantine, reuniting with his sister, and the events with Jimmie and his upcoming date with her. He had been extremely lucky. Everything was looking up from his previous situation, but, as a firefighter, We shad been trained to think about all the things that could go wrong in any given situation during a fire, in order to be prepared...and sometimes that thought process intruded upon daily life, and any given situation he found himself in. He realized that the Underneath was not a perfect solution for the survival of the human race. In the short term, the Underneath would work well, keeping everyone going, but there were things to think about long term. Eventual overpopulation to the point where resources couldn't sustain those who lived here would be a problem, unless a regenerating and self-sustaining source of food and pure water could be created. Air filtration and generation...if something ever went wrong in that regard, it could cause a huge problem. Hostile intruders, if the place were ever to be discovered. The spread of radiation eventually making the outside totally inhabitable enough where resupplying would be impossible. There were probably a hundred other scenarios that could cause Underneath to fail, in the long term. Wes knew that, since others had been here longer than he had, some of these questions had probably been addressed already, but he wondered if he should take the questions to Alice, regardless." Not now, though," he thought to himself, "You're new here. No need to rock the boat...especially when you're in it." He got back to Men's Berthing, and headed to his bunk. Laying down, he tried to sleep, but too many thoughts ran through his mind. He wondered what his role in the Underneath would be. He'd been a firefighter. With his first aid training, and his partial EMT training, he supposed he could help out in the Infirmary...but it wasn't like he'd be of much help elsewhere unless a fire broke out. The only other skill he'd ever been good at was art. Doing things like the mural for Willa's classroom would possibly be good for moral, but it really wasn't a practical skill that would help in day to day survival. However, it might keep him from going insane from worrying about the other things. He sat up and went to his pack, opening it and pulling out some art pencils and his drawing pad. Looking at some of the things he'd drawn over his long hundreds of miles walk, he found landscapes, and likenesses of people he'd come across in his travels. Here was a picture of the highway where he crossed into Illinois, where he'd seen a lone wild duck swimming in a pond. There was a picture of Vanessa and her family, drawn when he was at their farm in Iowa. A picture of a small trout stream here in Nebraska, where the fish were jumping from the water and catching fireflies. He turned to a new page. The hardest part of drawing was putting pencil to the page...that first line on a blank slate. Once past that, it was easy....just imagine what you want to see. He pictured Jimmie's smile after she'd kissed him, and began to create it, her likeness slowly coming to life around it as he drew.... IOC:For our writers and readers both. Ms Tiff and I have started a 1x1 for our two 18-year-old characters who are best friends. The thread begins as a flashback to 18 February 2048, when the new residents of Underneath were only just meeting in the dark of the night to sneak away to the bunker. The 1x1 is mostly just about the relationship of these two girls and the small group of people with whom them connect a great deal, but I would expect that there will be many details of Underneath in it as well. You don't have to read it, but I encourage you to do so.(We are writing this separately in a 1x1 because: first, it's a flashback, and would otherwise confuse the timeline of the main thread; and second, it simply makes it easier to read both the 1x1 and the main thread if they aren't combined as one.) The link to the 1x1 can be found here. 11 August 2048, Tuesday:"Come in, please, come in, Was," Alice said at the sound of a knock at her quarter's open door. She stood from the armchair where she'd been looking at a tablet and reached a hand out to shake, saying, "I'm so happy you could come see me." They shared some pleasantries, and she asked about his living conditions. "I've been told there's lots of room in Men's Berthing, enough that most of the guys use both bunks of a set or even two bunks to build a bit of a canopy cabin." She chuckled, picturing in her mind the various arrangements the single guys had come up with. Alice had only been in Men's Berthing unlevel 5in those first days back in late February, to inspect them and make sure they were suitable for the men. She left oversight of the male housing spaces to Peter, Head of Security. Honestly, she didn't often go into Women's Berthing on that same deck or even into Family Berthing on the next deck up either. Alice was leader of this community, but berthing was her peoples' home. To just wander through them felt like being the Mayor of a small town and walking through a constituent's home without invitation. Alice lived in many different circumstances than the others, of course. Because her quarters were at the top of the bunker and were by far the largest, they had been called the penthouse suite by one of the young teenagers back when the group had first got here. The room in which she and Was were standing was her office. It was 20x20 feet and might have sounded big, but most of the floor space was occupied by furniture or stacks of supplies and even building material. The door to the bedroom was open, and from where Was sat at Alice's invitation, he might be able to see that that space was roughly the same size as this one. It included a queen-sized bed, just as the Family Rooms did, so nothing special there. It did have significant closet space and shelving, though. But again, Alice had Mimi living with her and Karen, too, so it wasn't like it was all her own. What Was wouldn't be able to see from his seat in front of Alice's desk was that to one side about a quarter of the room had been walled off to make a little bedroom. That was for Karen, the 6-year-old girl Alice had accepted as sort of adopted daughter. Karen's mother had wanted her daughter saved, but she herself couldn't come to Underneath at the time, so Alice had stepped in. She and Karen both hoped that one day the latter's mom would get to Underneath, and while the former knew that that was very unlikely to ever happen, she continued to give Karen hope that she would one day again hug the woman who had brought the girl into this world." I've been talking to some of the others about you, Weston," Alice went on, asking, "or I hear you prefer Was?" Alice poured a drink of whatever he wanted from the little kitchenette in one corner. "You sister says you are quite the artist, and Jimmie has told me you have some ideas regarding painting the School Room. And before you even begin to say you're not good enough or might not have any appropriate ideas, your sister snuck your book out of berthing the other day and showed me your art, and it's perfect." Alice nodded toward the sketchbook what Was was asked to bring with him to the meeting. She swore Was to a promise not to chastise Willa for invading his privacy, then asked him to visualize the schoolroom painting job for her. She listened intently, asking questions about the involvement of the children and the supplies he would need." You're hired, Was," she said when they'd finished discussing the idea. Alice stood from her desk chair to offer her hand to him, saying, "I make the appointments around here. One of my privileges as Dictator, I guess. So, you are now Chief of Interior Design." She laughed as she sat, then told We she didn't need a title but if he wanted one, he could make it up himself. Then, she told him, "Now, I want to talk to you about something just as important if not more so. Your book, Haddad call it, your sketchbook?" Alice pointed to it and gestured for him to put it open it on the desk. "When Willa was showing it to me, there were some sketches of fish in a pond or stream, I don't recall. What Recall was that they looked just like the Bass and Perch my daddy used to take us to catch at a pond when I was a little girl, before the dike at the coal mine's tailings pond broke and poisoned it all the way down from Brady to Overland." She watched as he thumbed through the drawings, then stopped him. "There! That one. Is that a pretty accurate representation, I mean, color and fins and all?" They spoke about his drawings of the fish a couple of minutes, after which she explained her interest. "The aquaculture system down in Horticulture on the level below us, the fish were dead when we got here. We can reproduce the algae easy enough, but the fish, well, the fish we can just buy at PERCO, can we? We need to go out to this stream or river or pond of yours and catch them and bring them back." She stood to pour a couple of hard drinks, setting one before the man as she was on the edge of her desk. With a serious tone and expression she said, "Was, if we could get Aquaculture back online, we could produce 20 pounds of fish a week and increase the fertility of the water for hydroponics and the regular ol' dirt farming part of Horticulture by 30% or more." She finished off her tumbler of Vodka, the only hard alcohol she had left in her little mini bar, and told him, "I want you to lead a team out there, to find that exact spot, to catch those fish, bring them back here. And possibly save the entirety of Underneath's population from a starvation even that I fear is less than 9 months away." Was didn't really mind that Willa had taken his sketch pad to show Alice his work. Unlike some artists, he didn't mind others looking at his drawings...besides, he'd already removed the picture he'd drawn of Jimmie. Cheesy and sappy though it might be, he was planning on giving it her as a present on their date. The date had gotten delayed a bit, due to Jimmie having been called topside, but Was hoped that they'd be able to get a rain check tomorrow. Alice discussed the plans of the mural with Was... Wes wanted the children to feel like they were outside, with blue skies, green grass, and some animals. The idea was to make the classroom feel more open, as well as show the children what the world had been like before the world had gone bad. Wes's preferred art style was photorealism, so when completed, they often resembled photographs of things he'd seen. He'd never imagine that by drawing a simple picture of a fish jumping out of the water, that it might end up being important enough to save the Underneath from starvation. When Alice mentioned taking a team to where he'd drawn the picture, he nodded, and replied, "I can do that...but it is about thirty miles on the other side of North Platte, so we'd be looking at a day or two away from here, if we're walking. I know the place well...my friend Shane's grandfather Angus used to take us there fishing back when we were young. If we have vehicles, it would be faster...but my 4 wheeler died shortly before you found me. I'd have to have someone look it over to see if it could be fixed. If we DO head there, I think we should keep the team small. We don't want to attract too much attention." He paused for a moment, as Alice nodded in assent, and then continued, "I do have a couple other ideas I'd like to bring up, but both could be considered risky, and would involve bringing more people to the Underneath...but it may help get us some food and supplies. We'd need vehicles and gasoline to pull it off, though..." Was began telling Alice about his friend Shane down in North Platte. She was intrigued with this gentleman, not only because of what he could offer them but in the fact that Was knew him well and obviously trusted that Shane would fit in Underneath. But things had been happening fast in the bunker over the past 48 hours, and there was a lot to consider before taking on such a new adventure. They'd found and added to their numbers two new individuals, and not just random people but thelostsiblings of two of their own. They'd been dealing with a failing generator that threatened the habitability of Underneath, and although Alice had full faith in Riley's capabilities, she didn't have the same faith in the 25-year-old infrastructure. There had been serious talk of having to go out into the world and find a replacement power generator, but do get it into the bunker meant major metal work on the top hatch adjacent to the false door, access that for a quarter of a century had been buried under six feet of dirt and Nebraska sod. Added to that the fact that much of the food they'd brought with them in February was now gone, and the Horticulture center wasn't at full production level yet. Alice and Peter had discussed sending scavenging and/or trading parties to the communities surround Howard Lender's vast and empty plain. But there were significant risks in that." We'll talk more about this soon," Alice told Was as she stood and extended her hand, an obvious sign that their meeting was over. "I want you to speak with Peter, he's Chief of Security as you probably already know, and with Riley, who keeps this place running, ohand your sister and Mimi, the other teacher, who I heard you met." Alice had heard about Was's introduction to and conversation with Mimi the night before, just after Mimi's mouth had been responsible for yet another amazing orgasm sweeping through Alice's body. Mimi, who was 100% lesbian had made a teasing inquiry into whether her bisexual lover had found Was as attractive as many of the bunker's females had. Alice had, but as she had still be recovering from the climax that had ripped through her, she only told the woman who was half her own age, "You are my only interest, my love." Alice continued her conversation with Was, "Between those four people, you should be able to come up with what ever you need to begin your mural. We have a selection of paints and chemicals to make more, I think, though we're anything but Sherman Williams." They finished their conversation, shared their goodbyes, and Was headed out. Alice did, in fact, check the man out as he withdrew from her office. He had a nice back end that was for certain, and Alice couldn't help but smile at the thought of sinking her teeth into it while her hand was wrapped around him, stroking him hard and fast to orgasm. But no, she had Mimi. And when she had the need for the feel of a cock deep inside her, Bryan came to her rescue, in spite of his long term and very loving relationship with Cookie. No, the last thing Alice needed right now was to begin something new with a guy that most of the single women in Underneath were already fantasizing about. As Was left Alice's office, he headed back down to Men's Berthing, heading to his bunk. He could see why Alice was in charge of this place. She had a no-nonsense, take charge attitude, and a commanding yet confident presence about her. She reminded Was of his old Fire Chief back at the Fire Station. He had a lot to think about...planning and preparation to do for this excursion. Who should come along? What would they need to bring with? Mode of transportation? He knew they would have to have a vehicle of some kind...they wouldn't be able to lug around coolers full of water and fish for the hundred-mile round trip. A truck would work best, with as many coolers as possible. They'd need fishing gear to catch the fish. He knew how to fish, but would need others who had experience as well. They would also need people who knew how to use weaponry, in case they got in trouble. We shad some practice with using firearms, but he was by no means an expert shot. He figured he would need a few days to sort this trip out, and in the meantime, he would need to find the people Alice had mentioned, that he hadn't yet met... Peter and Riley. Willa McCann's History(IOC: This post moves the main thread ahead one more day.) Willa McCann (image, profile)12 August 2048:At the base of the ladder leading to Topside, Willa stopped the children and their escorts to don their PPE. Although the three adults weren't regularly required to suit up when they were up in the world, they did so to set an example for the children. The children themselves no longer questioned why they had to do this. Alice had made it clear to them the first time any of them went up that if they wanted to see the world beyond the bunker, this was the price. The children, ages 5 to 9, donned their full body coverings, rubber boots, masks, and astronaut helmets, which were actually just homemade head protection made from plastic ribbing and transparent film, intended to give the little ones more range of movement of their heads while protecting them at the same time." Every one ready?" Willa asked. "Check your buddy." The 3 children took turns inspecting the PPE of the other children, a lesson Willa had been teaching them. Then the escorts double-checked the children, just to be sure. She said, "Okay, let's go." They ascended the latter: escort, child, escort, child, escort, child, and Willa. Topside, which was the official name of the concrete structure itself, was crowded today. The Watch had been increased by two to four, because of the presence of the children and the need to keep them safe. But a fifth person was also there, and Willa smiled at his presence, which had been unexpected. She crossed to grasp her brother's hands in her own, saying with joy, "I didn't know you were coming up here, Was." They chatted for a moment before she told him she had to get back to the children. She set about getting to where they needed to be, which considering their ages -- 5, 7, 9 -- was about as easy as herding cats. Once they were each sitting atop a stool near one of the manypeekingholes that looked out from Topside onto the Nebraska plateau, she reminded them of what they were here to do." My brother, Was, as you all know," she began, suggesting to them, "Every one say hello, Was."" Hello, Was!" they all called out, followed by a couple of the Watches singsonging and chuckling, "Hello-o-o, Was." Willa ignored the guys, continuing in that tone teachers and parents used with young children, "Was is going to help you paint the classroom, beginning this after noon after nap, and he's going to help you to paint it to look like what you are seeing through the hole in the wall in front of you." The kids all three simultaneously leaned a bit more forward to peek out the roughly one foot square holes that at this moment were uncovered but typically had a door swung shut to camouflage them. Willa continued, "But Was has problem. Do you know what that problem is, children?" Again simultaneously, all three called out, "No-o-o!" Willa smiled wide as she glanced to her brother. "Well, Wesis kind of silly goose, and he has forgotten what the world out there beyond your holelookslike." The three giggled or made teasing comments about the silly goose. Willa giggled, too, then gave instructions. "I want you each to color what you see out there beyond your hole in the wall." She gestured to the escorts, two of whom were parents while the third was simply a volunteer. The adults gave the child in their care a clip board with a sheet of paper on it, then brought to the child's attention the half dozen or so drawing tools at their disposal, which were homemade crayons that Riley had made with a mold and some melted materials she'd somehow scrounged up from within Underneath. Willa began explaining how to look for interesting things, from plants to clouds to birds; she spoke about noticing the colors and then comparing them to the available crayons; she told them to use their imagination, which included using a different color tool if they wanted or drawing an object to look maybe not as it really is but as you would like to see it. Soon enough, the three had crayon to paper and were creating their version of what they saw out before them. Willa moved from child to child, looking over their shoulders butneveroffering direction or, worse, correction. She knew from her own life experiences that the age of the single digits was where children began losing their imagination. This was the time when they stopped drawing purple elephants or horses with wings or cats with three heads. Willa didn't want that for these three. She wanted their minds to be open and free. She went to Was and slipped a PPE wrapped hand into his crooked elbow. "You're doing a very good thing for these kids, brother." Willa blew him a kiss through the transparent head shield that the children had weeks earlier drawn all over with their water paints. Willa could have washed the images off, but why? She could still see out. It wasn't causing any problems. Was smiled at Willa, amazed at how good she was with the children. For someone who never took any teaching courses, she was a natural. He thought to himself, "Willa's going to be one hell of an awesome mom someday." The thought made him grin, because he'd then of course, be an uncle. Uncle Was. He looked around at the kids, smiling at their artwork, as well as how children viewed the world. "If only us adults could see the world like kids do...full of optimism and hope for the future," he thought, "It's really too bad we lose that innocence and sense of wonder in everyday life as we get older." He would be recreating the children's artwork on the walls of the classroom, just how they imagined and drew it, while the children would temporarily be using another room for class. Once completed and fully dry, they would bring the children back to the classroom and surprise them with their own vision of the world. As an added bonus, he had already drawn pictures of the children themselves, and would be painting each of them as well, within their own world, doing things they loved or wished they could try...playing catch, flying a kite, picking wildflowers...to make them feel as if they were a part of it. He was also going to surprise Willa by painting her and the other teacher, Mimi, in the mural with the kids. It would be fun to see everyone's reaction when it was done... Wes was looking forward to it." Great work, kids, he exclaimed enthusiastically, "I think we have a bunch of artists in the making here, Sis!" He smiled widely at Willa and she returned it. This was going to be a fun day... 26 June 2048 -- 2 a.m.:The woman slowed the overheating, chattering car atop a small rise just east of her destination. She got out to take a look. She'd seen pictures of the city that once sported a population of 30,000. Today, it looked nothing like it had before the Collapse, with upwards of half of the structures burned down or scavenged for their wood, metal, and other resources that for the most part were no longer being manufactured. Suddenly, the car kicked, then again, then belched a cloud of black smoke, and died. The automotive mayhem caused the boy laying in the back seat to wake and rise. He asked with a sleepy voice, "Are we there yet, momma?"" Almost, honey, but," she began. When he asked but what, she eyed the multitude of lit indicators on the car's electronic console and told her son, "But I think we're walking the rest of the way." They donned backpacks and extended the wheels of their rolling suitcases and began walking. They didn't hurry. The temperature was near 100 and there was no cooling wind at all. They stopped twice in shade they found along the road. A mile and a half or more short of town, she heard the roar of motorcycles coming from the same direction she'd come from. She moved her son off the pavement and beyond the dry draining ditch as four big Harley's with rough looking, leather wearing men approached at as unhurried a speed as she had been. They slowed and came to a stop before her." You know how to use that little lady?" the nearest man asked, seeing the semi-automatic pistol dangling by her side in a tightly clenching hand. When she didn't respond, he said, "If you go into town alone, just you and the boy, you'll be dead or flat on your back in a whore house by dark." He gave her a moment to consider his claim, then asked, "You have someone waiting for you? Someone you know in town?" She hesitated before nodding her head." Climb aboard," he told her, peeking over his shoulder to indicate the jump seat behind him. He glanced to the Harley behind him that had a small trailer behind it partially filled with what-not. "Put your things in there, and the boy can ride with Carl there." Another biker scooted back a bit on his bike and patted the seat before him. When she didn't move, the leader shrugged, kicked his ride back into gear, and said, "Suit yourself."" Wait!" she said quickly. After yet another moment of hesitance, she took the steps the man had listed, telling her boy, "It'll be alright, honey." The Harley's roared away, and a couple of minutes later they were passing through a road block guarded by heavily armed men who wore some of the same symbolism as the men on the bikes. As they continued into town, men and women obviously connected to the bike operators took notice of her and her child. Much of the town they were passing through had been razed by years of mayhem, while other parts of it seemed to have fared well. She couldn't help but notice that each of the still operating businesses or still standing and occupied homes and hotels had armed men and women out before them. They came to a stop in front of the destination she'd given to the men, a small hole in the wall bar stuck between two businesses that looked as though they'd been gutted and abandoned near two decades earlier. It, too, appeared to still be in proper working order. Dismounting, she thanked the man with whom she'd ridden before moving to collect her son." I'll be wanting payment for services rendered at some point," the man told her. When she looked back to him with a look of horror, he was eying her shapely body in its old but tight-fitting tee shirt and jeans. He looked up to her face and said, "I'm busy now, but, I'll catch up with you later." She didn't respond, other than to show the man an expression of dread. He and his cohort sped off down the street leaving her standing there with her boy and their bags. She flinched at the sound of movement behind her and spun to find ruggedly handsome man stepping out of the establishment's front door." You look like you could use some cold water and some shade," he said in a kind tone with a smile. He stepped over to assist with the bags, and when she indicated that that was fine, he picked one up and looked to the boy. "And I've got some home-brewed root beer for you if you'd like it. You ever had root beer?" The boy looked to his mother for guidance first, and when she nodded that it was okay to respond, he shook his head and said, "Grappa let me taste his beer. I didn't like it." The man laughed. "Not the same thing. You'll like mine better. Come inside." The pair followed him into the bar, which was otherwise empty save for a man passed out on a cot along one wall. The man said, "Don't mind him. I let him stay here in exchange for cleaning up in the morning."" It's noon," she pointed out. The man laughed again, clarifying, "Well, we don't all set our watched the same these days, do we?" He set the bags down at the end of the bar and circled around it to fetch a glass of ice water and an unlabeled bottle of what he told the boy was boy's beer. He looked the woman over while she wasn't looking at him, then diverted his eyes when she looked back." I don't have any way to pay you," she said. She's waited until they got their cold liquids before she pointed it out, obviously. Recalling what the biker had said about payment for services, she quickly said with a firm tone, "And I don't part my thighs or lips in turn." The man behind the bar smiled, then laughed. "Well, then we're going to get along well because I don't part mine either. Not for water and root beer anyway." He laughed again, and it seemed to relax her a bit. He told her, "I lost my kitchen girl a couple of days ago. Interested? Cleaning, cooking, run some errands."" In return for...?" she asked." Room and board," he told her. "There's an apartment upstairs, cross the hall from my own. Three meals a day, course, you have to cook it your self. Separate bed in the corner for the boy if you want one. What's your name, son?"" Henry," the 5-year-old said between sips at the bottle." This is my business, and I run it how I like it," the man said. He nodded toward the windows, beyond which a pair of armed bikers were chatting on the sidewalk. "I'm protected well because I, um, well, let's just say I provide the militia with some of theirhardwareneeds. "You come to work for me, and you don't have to worry about the Rollers. HolyRollers they call themselves. They may look mean, but they're actually pretty good guys, for the most part." He was being generous, of course. The Holy Rollers MC ruled the area with a tight and sometimes brutal grip. But if you were under their umbrella of protection andpaidfor that protection, you could go to bed at night or walk down the street at any hour without fear of being robbed, raped, or killed, and not necessarily in that order." I'm Shane," he said, extending his hand over the bar. When she took it, he told her, "Shane Flanagan."" Yes, I know," Vanessa said, her lips spreading in a friendly smile. She took his hand, squeezing it softly as she responded with expectation, "I'm Vanessa. Vanessa Black blood." She waited for him to show a familiarity with her name, but all the man did was say, "It's nice to meet you, Vanessa. Blackblood? Native American, obviously. Are your people from one of the Nebraska tribes." He was off to a cooler, putting together a couple of plates of food after Henry had whispered that he was hungry. Behind Shane, Vanessa's face filled with an expression of disappointment. Shane had never heard her name before, which was in great contrast to Vanessa's familiarity with him. The bar owner's name had been mentioned so many times back on the farm in Iowa when her then-lover, Weston McCann, spoke fondly of one day getting back to his hometown of North Platte, Nebraska. Vanessa came quickly to an obvious thought incorrect conclusion: We shadn't made it home, either not yet or not at all. It had been almost 6 months since he'd left the family farm outside Fort Dodge, eager to get home to his parents and his little sister, Willa, who by now had reached her 21st birthday, if Vanessa recalled correctly. She found herself having to divert her face when her eyes welled up with tears. Was was dead. There was no other conclusion to be had. He wouldn't have left Vanessa, with whom he'd been building a life and been regularly and consistently enjoying the most incredible sex of his life to come home to his family, and then not make a beeline directly for North Platte. Shane inquired about the job offer again, and Vanessa accepted the job wholeheartedly. He showed them to the room and told her she could toss out anything she didn't want to make herself and her boy more comfortable. He told her of half a dozen businesses at which he maintained credit lines, adding, "If you need anything, clothes, bedding, hygiene products, girlystuff. I'll put together a list downstairs. Come get it, and we'll figure out a way for you to work it off. Notundressed, of course." He laughed at his reassurance that he wasn't going to make Vanessa pay off any potential debts by wetting his cock with one of her holes. Once he was gone, Vanessa put Henry in the tub for a badly needed bath, then moved back out into the bedroom. She broke down in tearful sobs.Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt;Lt; +++ Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;Sgt;​(IOC: This post establishes two characters who, obviously, are not in Underneath. Their story up to the point where they connect with Was (and others) at some point in the near future will be told at this link.) 26 June 2048After Shane got Vanessa and Henry settled, he went back down to the barroom. Going behind the bar, he poured a shot of Jameson, and then a glass of ice water. He then walked over to the cot, and kicked it. "Finn...get your lazy ass up." Finn moaned, and rolled over. Shane kicked the cot a second time, and said more loudly, "Finn...get up! Stop fucking around." Finn let out a deep snore, and with a shrug and a grin, Share followed the same routine he'd had for the past three days...dumping the glass of ice-cold water over Finn's head. Finn sat up so fast he nearly fell out of his cot, sputtering and exclaiming loudly, "Bloody Hell!" Shane laughed, and said, "I told you to lay off the booze last night, my friend," and handed the shot of Jameson to Finn. "Hair of the dog. Drink up." Finn downed the shot in a quick swallow, and then shook the water out of his hair and wiped his wet face with his hand, and standing up unsteadily." It's the end of the world, you asshole!" Finn replied, irritably, his Irish brogue very noticeable in his indignation, "There's no better time at all to be shit-faced!" Shane laughed again. Finn Daugherty was one of Shane's distant cousins, and really the only family Shane had left, since the pandemic had taken the rest of them. There was no notable family resemblance between the two of them. The two Irishmen were practically polar opposites. While Shane was average height, trim and athletic, Finn topped out at a hulking six-foot-five, and had a huge beer gut. Shane was ruggedly handsome, with a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, while Finn had a huge, unruly beard which covered a face only a mother could love. Still, aside from Was, Finn was the best friend he'd ever had...they'd grown up together back in Belfast. Finn had lived in Boston before things went bad, but when Shane's Grandfather Angus died, Finn came out to North Platte without delay to pay his respects, and had then decided to stay. Shane had put him to work as a bouncer... Finn was insanely strong, and one of the best hand-to-hand fighters that Shane knew...and also had Finn keep the place clean, in return for as much drink as Finn could want and a roof over his head. Finn had an inkling of what the family business had been, but Shane purposefully kept him in the dark as much as possible. When Finn was in his cups, he had a loose lip." We have company upstairs," Shane informed Finn, "a lass named Vanessa. She's going to be our new kitchen girl. She'll do the cooking, and help ya out keeping the place tidy. Yer to be keeping yer hands off her. I won't have another girl running off because of you." Finn laughed, and said, "Don't worry, cousin... I'll treat her as if she were my own sister." Shane shook his head, "No...you'll be treating her like the Holy Virgin Mary...you forget, that I know ya fucked your sister, ya damn fool." Finn snorted in amusement, "Aye...well, that was not my fault...she's the one who started sucking me off when I was sleeping." Shane shook his head in amusement, and continued, "She's got a wee one with her...little lad named Henry. You may want to be keeping the swearing and such to a minimum when he's around." Finn grinned and said, "No teaching the lad to speak like we did when we were young...noted."" I'll be going downstairs for a while to get some bookkeeping and other chores done. Try not to disturb me unless it's an emergency." Finn saluted, and then walked behind the bar, pouring himself another shot." And try not to drink up all my damn profits!" Shane called out over his shoulder, as head headed downstairs. IOC: The interaction between Shane and Vanessa moves to the 1x1,"Flanagan's Pub". We are doing this because this part of the story is 2 months behind the timeline of this thread. Please subscribe and follow along if you are reading out story. If you are a reader (not a writer), I would like to know if you are enjoying our story. PLEASE PM me, don't post a reply here, as this obviously is the IC thread for the story. I will share your PMs with my writing partners. IOC: Announcing the beginning of a 1x1 thread:Some of our readers may have already read"Date Night", and if you have, you can ignore this post. But if you haven't, you will want to click the link above and read. The thread follows the sexual adventures of Was McCann and Jimmie Simms, as well as Haley James who plays a seriously erotic part in the end. When you finish reading that thread, a link at the end will bring yourightback to this very post, so that you don't lose your place. Enjoy(P.S. "Date Night" begins on 12 August 2048 and ends 12 days later. I point this out because there will soon be some adventures inthisthread that involve Was, Jimmie, and/or Haley that can only take place after 24 August 2048, so keep that in mind.)

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EMH Avengers {RPG} The Equinox Space Ship

The Equinox(Equinox was a Systems Alliance starship from the Nova Corr. She is a prototype "deep scout" frigate, first of the eponymous Nova class, co-developed by the Nova Corr and the Sir Empire with sponsorship of the Citadel Council. She is optimized for solo reconnaissance missions deep within unstable regions, using state-of-the-art stealth technology powered by an experimental drive core. The Equinox is built on three main decks:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The first/Command Deck: This contains the bridge in the bow the airlock, the CIC containing the galaxy map. The comm room also serves as a conference room for debriefing after missions, and allows the AVENGERS to privately consult with the Citadel Council and to contact Earth. The Combat Information Centre (CIC) is unusual. Alliance ships usually place commanding officers in the middle of the room, to facilitate communication with subordinates, but the CO's station in the Equinox CIC is at the back. This is because the Equinox has a Shear design and their commanders prefer to look over their subordinates rather than be in the midst of them; the engineers wanted to observe how well it functioned within the human command structure. When necessary, the Equinox's crew can utilize unique suit radios to communicate with the ship's operators. The cockpit area is equipped with an internal kinetic barrier, designed to protect the pilot from exposure to vacuum if air pressure is lost in the CIC. The Second deck, composed primarily of living quarters, may be reached by descending one of the two stairwells located on either side of the CIC. This is the location of Equinox's habitation deck containing the mess, crew sleeper pods, the captain's private cabin and office, escape pod hatches, and the medical room. The lab and storage room at the back. The medical room also contains a medical dispenser. The control panel can be found in front of the sleeper pods. The Third Deck, An elevator located in the quarters can be used to descend to the engineering and storage sections of the ship. Weapons and rifles next to the crew lockers, and any new equipment. Opposite the garage, a door leads to the engineering section proper containing the ship's drive core. Here maintaining the core's functional integrity. (Foster (Thor)(Optional)WEARING:Thor Costumed:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Nexus, Star Lord, Venom, Captain America, Thunderstone Foster stood on the bridge of the Equinox spaceship. It was in hyper speed and heading towards Free Space. The team (which was a loose term given they had yet to fight together) had been summoned on a mission. Former Avenger Crystal of the Avengers had contacted the remaining Avengers. The Vision was now a complete cybernetic AI, and he had formed this unit to go into space on a search and rescue mission. The Avengers along with The Fantastic Four, the Inhuman and the X-men had banded together to stop Thanos from once more wielding the power of the Infinity Stones. His mad mission to wipe out Half the population in the Galaxy was ever present in his mind. The four teams of heroes had banded together to stop him but had been seemingly slain in the process. The Avengers were her family and Thor Odin son had been her lover. Jane's heart broke, she once more took on the mantle of Thor (with help from his Mother and Farther) and she was in search of him and the others. The last time Jane Wilde Miltonic she had died, but she was confident that she was a better warrior now then she was back then. As such she channelled her fear and doubt and was determined to fine those who had seemingly perished defending all life. Because in her heart of hearts she knew that Odin son wasn't dead. Jane was in good company, Captain America aka Sam Wilson was with her from Earth, she had requested him on the team to Vision. Although he was human he was a skilled fighter and A decent man. Jane wanted someone honest by her side. She and Sam had a close friendship. He kept her secret from the other Avengers when she had cancer, and they even shared a heated Kiss in the heat of battle. Yes, Jane was attracted to him, she had feelings, but she was still able to keep those feelings in check while she was on a mission. She often wondered while she was recovering in Asgard how the new Captain America felt about her. Next on the team was Star Lord aka Peter Quill. He was half human and half Sparta, a rouge hunter like Han Solo from the Star Wars films. Handsome and charming but also had a reckless streak to him. Somehow Quill had crossed paths with the Vision and the Android felt that he was a perfect candidate for this mission. No one knew space like Quill and that insight was going to prove useful to the team. But he was a loner, so Jane did have her doubts about him working well with the rest of the team. Jane trusted in the Vision (she had fought beside him) and she knew that he wouldn't select someone for a mission unless they were suitable for it. However, Quill had to leave his own ship "The Joan" back on Earth as Vision had specially wanted them to take this fine Craft the Equinox into space. Jane had mixed feeling's about the female bruiser known as Tundra. A former member of the Frightful Four who had been enemies' of The Fantastic Four. Tundra clearly had been on the wrong side of the law, but she had seemingly re-formed and had the stamp of approval from both Ben Grimm and Bruce Banner. Clearly that was enough for the vision, and you couldn't deny she was a real powerhouse. But Jane as Thor was a powerhouse too and if Tundra even thought about betraying the team on the mission she would have no problem coming to blows with her. But she hoped that wouldn't happen. In fact she wanted nothing more than to be proven wrong by the former Silliness. Next on the roaster was Venom, who Jane knew little about. Other than he was a former enemy of the Spider-Man. He/it was a human Symbiote Hybrid and was known to be dangerous. But as with Tundra he seemed to be reformed and as a result Vision had placed him on this team. The Symbiote specie's came from out of space so in a way it would be a homecoming of sorts for him. Ulesses was of Mixed Asgardian and Human physiology. So Jane did have an instant connection with the larger man. He was the grandson of Loki which was something Jane had mixed feeling's about given her past with the God Of Mischief, but she wasn't going to judge Ulysses on the actions of his grandfather. She was glad to have another Asgardian on board with her, and she could see he was a good fighter. He had been vetted by Bruce Banner who was someone Jane cared deeply about and respected. Finally was the X-factor on the team the one Jane knew next to nothing about. Nexus was apparently an amalgamation of human and alien physiology. The vision had apparently selected him through the SHEILA database and apparently felt his personality type would be a good counter to some of the otherwise large egos on this team. As the ship neared the Freeman space it slowed down. They were set to rendezvous' with Romans ship. He was much tamer now after his marriage of convince to Crystal, and she was a former Avenger so they felt they could trust her. The galaxy is on the verge of a war. The Free/Baboon have started open hostilities and Crystal had reached out to the Avengers with news on how shock troops of cloned mutants were seen on the battle front. Jane leaned forward with her left hand and hit the button for the open wide communications which ran through the entire ship. Her voice came over the loudspeaker, and she addressed the members of the *Space Avengers*." My War Brothers and Sister, we have arrived at the agreed Local!" When Jane was in her Thor form she spoke as an Asgardian it was some after effect from holding the hammer, although now more of herself as Jane was also imprinted into her God Like form. She just hoped as different as they were they could come together and save the universe, she hoped it was possible, and they could fine a way to save the lost heroes. (Spencer "Nexus"WEARING:His Uniformly:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Thor, Star Lord, Captain America, ThunderaKevin had only been assigned to this team, honored with membership in this new iteration of the storied Avengers for a few weeks. He hadn't even had the chance to work with any of his new teammates on a mission yet, so this was all new to him. Well, not the being a hero thing. He was a relative veteran hero, although he had operated for the last four years in Seattle rather than the 'big leagues' of New York where the old Avengers had been based. Still, Seattle had crime and even a few super villains, so he had valuable experience to bring to the fold. Now he found himself on a starship; an actual starship! It was pretty exciting for him, and he wanted to prove to his teammates that he was more than capable in his own right. He stood on the command deck with the others, watching his teammates as they milled about. Thor... ah man, he had a really hard time calling that woman "Thor". He did so out of respect, but to him, Thor was the original Avenger's name, not a title. It would be like if he was replaced by a woman who started calling herself "Kevin". It was a little awkward in his mind. Though she seemed like a nice person at least. Captain America was a different story. He had zero mental issues with Sam taking on that name, because it was a title. He liked Sam... he seemed like a good, stand-up guy, and he wanted to eventually pick his brain for some combat techniques. Star Lord had his own charisma, and he had to admit that despite his 'joking' about occasionally doing some slightly unsavory things, he liked Peter as well. Ulysses he didn't know well enough to have formed an opinion of. He -seemed- ok, but he was reserving judgement. Thunder however rubbed him the wrong way. She was in your face and made no attempt to hide her disdain for men. Kevin would try to be polite, but rudeness just tended to annoy him at best and tick him off at worst. He would try to keep the peace, but it was up to her how difficult that would end up being. He knew their mission was going to involve fighting, but 'Thor's' comment calling them 'war brothers and sisters' didn't sit right with him. Furthermore, he was no warrior. Furthermore, he wasn't a soldier either. Furthermore, he considered himself more like a super powered police officer. If this was contrary to what these new Avengers wanted from him, maybe it wasn't going to work out. If nothing else, he could always join the Nova Corps later. (Foster (Thor)(Optional)WEARING:Thor Costumed:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Nexus, Star Lord, Captain America, Thunderstorm turned to face the one who had joined her on the Command Deck. She didn't know him at all, as Jane Foster (girlfriend of Odin son) she had met many of the *hero* community. She knew his name as Kevin Spencer aka Nexus. But Jane knew nothing about him other than that fact. She however had learned that those who answered the call of the righteous such as this one could be trusted. Until Nexus ore any of her team showed her otherwise Thor would follow them into the heat of battle. Thor smiled and outstretched her left arm for the handsome hero to take for him to shake. She was offering him this gesture to let him know she respected him even though she did not know the details of his past deeds. When she first became Thor many didn't think she was worthy, of the name ore the hammer. Odin had never approved of her in his sons' life, never thought a human woman was equal to his Asgardian Son. Thor defined his farther and the two of them had a romantic relationship for four years however it came to an end as most things did. Jane had been heartbroken, but she understood they couldn't be, Thor would live much longer than she would and that was that. But she would always hold a place for him in her heart and be his friend. It killed her when he moved on and married his long-time friend Lady Sigh a match which Odin approved. But their marriage didn't last and Thor had been unattached, but her cancer formed and Jane was so sick with it. When Odin son lost the wright to hold Million Jane picked it up, she was blessed by his mother Freya and she became the new Thor. Odin called her a pretender and even tried to have her killed, but Jane was resourceful and was able to escape such threats. She won the respect of the Warriors Three, Hemidenall, Valkyrie and even Lady Sigh. Even Odin son himself had respected her and happy to see her wield the hammer. Back on Earth she received some negative sexiest press from the media especially when she joined the Avengers. Both she and Sam had big shoes to fill and many people who were sexiest and racist voiced their options they weren't *Their Thor and Captain America* but they continued to prove them wrong. Now Steve Rodgers and Odin son were gone, missing, presumed dead and she and Sam needed to find them. They at least needed to find the truth even if the outcome was the one they were dreading. So she knew why they were here. But what of this Nexus? What was his motivation for coming all the way out into space? Into Free Space at that which wasn't safe at all. Thor smiled as the handsome man shook her hand and their eyes locked. Her face was covered up for the most part by her silver helmet, but he could still see her eyes looking directly at him. "May I ask...what brings you on this mission this day? I come to find the location of those I hold deer and have fought alongside. But I know Not of you're connection to those who we seek?" Thor said bluntly as she figured there was no point tip toeing around the fact. (Quill - Star-Lord (Optional)WEARING:Currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a cherry red silhouette of Ziggy Stardust's face above a pair of navy blue jeans and worn black boots styled with oddly arranged patterns of geometric shapes in various shades of white.DAY:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early Night – Minutes Before Arrival into Free SpaceLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Nexus, Thor (Jane Foster), Captain America, ThundraWhile the Equinox was a spectacular work of ingenious engineering and near flawless in its function as a stealth reconnaissance vessel, it lacked in some of the necessary amenities that made the long duration of space travel devoid of boredom's ravages. At least, this was true as far as the near lifelong stellar wayfarer Peter Quill was concerned as he sat in the mess hall, minutes prior to Thor's announcement regarding the Equinox's arrival into Free space. Reclining parallel to the mess hall table, his boots rested comfortably along the surface's edge, his toes casually swaying to the soulful sounds of John Lee Hooker drifting through his helmet. It was no great leap of logic to assume having easy access to audio entertainment probably wasn't the first, second, or third concern of whoever designed the ship, but Peter couldn't help but find the ship's lack of recreational audio systems an egregious oversight as he sat there, relying on his helmet's less than amazing com-system to funnel those sweet but tarnished melodies into his thirsty ears. Nodding his head as he swayed from side to side, the crimson of his goggles traced glowing neon circles through the air as he considered what he considered to be his unenviable position. It hadn't been long since his unfortunate return to Earth, and already he felt even farther away from his goal than he had been only a few weeks ago. There was nothing Peter wanted more than to be back on his own ship with Earth behind him once again, but unfortunately, that just wasn't in the cards. The whole point of returning to Earth was locating his mother's vault and retrieving the contents before anyone else either Earth-born or otherwise had the opportunity to do so before him. To this end, he needed the resources available to the Avengers, their vast collection of monitoring systems combined with the technology present in his ship would get him star bound in no time at all. However knowing the potential vastness of his reward did little to temper the aggravation he felt was nigh on being press-ganged into service. As the tempo of the music picked up, Peter couldn't help but smiling beneath as his own motions sped up in response. Freedom to determine their course and overly sterile environs aside, there were still plenty of upsides to his current position. Despite being from one of the least interesting planets in the cosmos, the Avengers had managed to win themselves a renown across the stars that, he begrudgingly acknowledged, had eclipsed his own achievements in the minds of the masses time and time again. They'd prevented disasters that threatened the lives of countless innocents, gone toe to toe with foes dangerous enough to put all existence in jeopardy, and most importantly, they were known across the stars for these glorious and heroic acts. This meant that even though it was largely against his better judgement, his temporary membership into the Avenger's could lead to the sort of unimaginable adventures that assuredly make the already wondrous legend of Star-Lord all the more tantalizing. Apart from the potential for garnering fame, Peter had to admit that his traveling companions were an eclectic and interesting bunch to be sure. While he wasn't particularly enthused about sharing a living space with those who had chosen 'hero' as their profession, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the strange bunch of individuals who made up the crew of the Equinox. As he had spent most of his time up until now familiarizing himself with the ship and its systems, he had had very little time to actually interact with any of them, and as near as they were to Free space, he doubted he'd be able to remedy the situation before they had to jump into action, especially with his present company being so unfortunately intolerable. Across the table from Peter sat one of his shipmates who he had mistakenly thought would be far more interesting to be alone with that she was currently proving. From the moment he had laid eyes upon the colossal crimson maned warrior woman who called herself Tundra, Peter's imagination had run wild with the possibilities of their eventually private meeting. As the days passed, and he continued to miss out on opportunity after opportunity to be alone with her, his mind continued to craft their eventual rendezvous. The exceptionally beautiful yet dangerous warrior from the future and the galaxy's most daring explorer would share tales of their various unbelievable exploits, only ceasing to celebrate the excitement of life with unparalleled revelry and bacchanalia. It was to Peter's all consuming disappointment and mounting frustration when upon sitting across from him, Tundra began to discuss, more with herself than him, how events both historical and current epitomized the disgusting male dominated hierarchy that imperiled Earth and kept woman-kind from reaching their destined greatness. While Peter didn't disagree with Tundra's disdain for the patriarchy, or any unjust hierarchy for that matter, his disappointment couldn't help roll over into the realm of frustration as he found himself speaking loudly enough to break through the music that only he could hear with an unmissable note of aggravation in his voice as he cut abruptly into whatever she had been saying, “You know, between that amazing midriff, and the undeniable coolness of your name, and the whole Warriors of the Apocalypse look, I was pretty sure there was no way you could be this uninteresting. But after hearing all that, I have to say: Lady, you're the only and most boring ginger gender fascist that I've ever had to attempt and ignore in my entire life.” (Warrior Clothing (10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:A mild disagreement in the Mess Hashtagging:Star Lord, OpenThundra sat poised at the table across from Peter as he nonchalantly listened to his helmeted music, eyes glued to the holographic computer screen before her eyes. With his head bobbing and toes air-tapping on the table to the beat, he was hardly noticeable at the moment. She had traveled back in time from her world to this one, seeking DNA from a male befitting her race, gender, and great nation, to mix with her own advanced genetic code and produce the next generations of daughters. She had heard and done research to find a few very acceptable prospects in this dimension, The Thing of The Fantastic Four being one.... The Hulk being another; could one just imagine the daughter she would give birth to with just a swipe of their coding? But of course, plans changed upon entering and finding out these had either perished or vanished, and now....with a few hiccups in the road on the way....she found herself on the newest group of Protectors of the World and a new organization that continued the Avengers legacy. She still had a goal, however, to bring back the absolute best she could find. Bah! “The Best” this world had to offer of the Male Gender was pathetic! Wasteful! Hardly worth her time and attention! And the women....goddess above, how could they stand for this? How has there -not- been a rebellion already? The beginnings of what led to her own great world?? What were the women waiting for!? It made the red-headed woman clench her fists as she scanned news article after news article after news article exposing the patriarchal corruption of the world and its effect.“Look at this!” She hissed, pointing to the letters on the holographic screen hovering as Peter continued to listen to his music. She could vaguely hear the beat of the blues through his helmet, but she knew he could hear her as well. “‘Saudi Arabian Woman Life Imprisoned For Leaving House without Husband and Being Raped’, or this one: ‘FGM on the Rise in Sub-Saharan Africa’.” She flipped through more articles with her fingertip, her golden eyes raging as she read of the treatment of women throughout the world. “In parts of Indonesia they make women stay in a hut outside the house when they menstruate. They are actually made to eat, and sleep outside like some dog for a whole week each month....and here! Look at this bullshit!” Tundra landed on an article from Georgia. ”This woman shot her son’s rapist and got a longer sentence than -him-! UGH!” The powerful woman swiped her hand so hard through the holographic screen it fizzled and disconnected, going offline and closing back down into the table where she sat. ”Historical targeting, abuse, witch burnings, lashings for having hair uncovered, beaten for not submitting, thrown into asylums for so-called hysteria-“With a surge, she stood up, the chair falling back behind her to the floor with a bang as she began to pace. Her towering form was already taller than anyone she had met thus far, but with her booted heels they added almost two inches to her height, making her a full 6’8” powerhouse of advanced, ruthless, feminine glory. Her skin was of bronzed cream, stretched tight over a body honed and bred for war. A thick crimson mane billowed behind her shoulders as she moved with aggression, the golden band at her forehead blinking under the lights. “Primary mission is still intact....but secondary mission is to teach my sisters the way to their light. What madness has wrought this world!? Is this where we hail from? Such broken corruption ruled by the weakest of us!? Where women are treated as chattel as their patriarchal overlords fatten themselves on the subjugation of the very ones who gave birth to them? Carried them in the ocean of their womb, pushed them into life with their very essence still on their tongue, and they grow up to become this??” She thrust her hand seemingly back towards Quill, but it was really towards where the hologram had been displayed. It was at this time when the man spoke up with great frustrated disdain in his voice, tossing aside her tormented anxiety over the plight of her sex and calling her “boring”, and “fascist”. His disregard for her words, overt dismissal, and focus on her body and outfit was exactly proving her point, and with a roar of righteous indignation, speeding around the table far faster than he could possibly see, Tundra grabbed the smaller man by the front lapels of his shirt in a mighty right fist and bodily lifted him from the chair and high into the air with ease. The woman’s bicep flexed thickly, hefting Peter just over four feet into the air, her teeth gritting as she was clearly going to educate this simpleton on factual female domination and how his little person was about to get a firsthand, merciless taste of it, but that was when Peter lifted his own weapon into the fray, aiming the barrel of some gun under her chin. They were about to fight. Hard. When suddenly—"My War Brothers and Sister, we have arrived at the agreed Local!" Thundra paused, her eyes like molten amber as she hissed with a gruff nature, tossing Peter to the side to collide back into the chair he had been sitting it.“Saved by the bell, Twinkle Boy.” Star Lord? Not in her eyes. And with that she stepped over him. “Get your ass up,” she sneered down at him. “Can’t be late on our first day....” (Quill – Twinkle-Boy Star-Lord(Optional)WEARING:Currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a cherry red silhouette of Ziggy Stardust's face above a pair of navy blue jeans and worn black boots styled with oddly arranged patterns of geometric shapes in various shades of white.DAY:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Recovering from a Mild Disagreement in the Mess Hashtagging:Ulysses, Nexus, Thor (Jane Foster), Captain America, ThundraPeter couldn't help but grin with excitement as Tundra hoisted him into the air like a rag doll, while he wanted to get a rise out of the giant with his previous remark, he was ecstatic to have underestimated her spirit. That being said, there was no way he was going to let himself get injured to sate her seemingly fragile ego, and he drew his weapon with all the speed granted to him from being in this very situation a countless number of times during his adventures. With eyes wide in anticipation he waited for Tundra to follow through with her implied threat when suddenly -My War Brothers and Sister, we have arrived at the agreed Local!” Peter could have sworn that steam erupted from the gargantuan woman's mouth as a seething hiss escaped from her mouth moments before Peter was sent flying through the air. Colliding hard with the back of his chair, Peter felt himself bowl over backwards as the chair fell with its back to the ground. Fortunately his helmet served as padding when his body rolled over his head, but the force of the impact was still enough to leave the toppled adventurer dizzy as he struggled to jump back up to his feet as quickly as possible in a somewhat ineffective attempt to preserve his poorly maintained dignity.“Ir's sir LIR!” He mumbled aggressively as he attempted to correct the immeasurable insult that was Tundra not only failing to address him by his preferred title, but also having the gall to belittle him with the moniker of 'Twinkle-Boy.' Shaking his head momentarily to regain his senses, he restated his previous words indignantly, “Its Star-Lord, and I'm not the one who was about to get a face full of...” Looking down at his elemental gun's current setting he finished his statement with utter confidence, “Saltwater!” After a brief silence in which Peter straightened out his shirt, he quickly walked past Tundra with a sarcastic, “Well, come on Red Sonja, don't want to keep the boss lady waiting.” With the dizziness now mostly subsided, Peter made his way up to the CIC on the staircase opposite the one that Tundra decided to take, staring daggers as her all the while from across the living quarters and then from the other end of the CIC. This would probably prove to be largely ineffective as he had forgotten to lower his helmet's face mask, but offering the harsh expression was still therapeutic to his bruised ego. After allowing his staredown to linger on his now most respected shipmate for a few moments longer, Peter turned towards Thor, and on noticing that she was in the middle of a conversation with Nexus, began to idly pretend to monitor a few of the ship's systems as he waited for her to address the assembling group. While the adrenaline now pumping through him from his meeting with Tundra made him impatient to get to their mission, he was in no hurry to exacerbate the thumping in his head with further excitement any sooner than he needed to. (Alison (Ulysses)(Optional)WEARING:Combat armory:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Thor, Nexus, Star Lord, Captain America, ThunderaWulf exited his cabin when word came out from Thor to meet. Unlike some of his race, Wolf did not care one way or another Thor was female. He was raised in a time and respected the power itself. The concept of divinity was something more, beyond what one would consider flesh. The flesh the power wrapped about itself did not matter as much as the actions. It seemed like a wasted discussion about whether a person had tits or balls when the power inside the person could level mountains or not. Power was power, and was what should be respected and considered, not the meat and flesh the power covered itself. It was an interesting group which had gathered together. Wolf had seen the information files on many, most of whom had been updated by Banner himself during his time with the Pantheon. Information dated now given the years since Wolf left the organization, but much of the basic information about abilities, skills, known limitations, was still relevant. The only two of their organization he did not have much data on were this Peter Quill, and Kevin Spencer, but the time on board gave Wolf a rough outline to work them into any strategy for combat. It was one of the reasons why Wolf was selected. It was Wolf and his tactics which broke the siege of Troy and led to victory. Furthermore, it was at once his proudest and most reviled moment in his life, an event in history which defined him, for good and for ill. Still, his skill was to be acknowledged for being able to accomplish what no one else was able. Wulf checked his armor and activated one of the shields to be certain they were operational. It was not supposed to be more than an information meet and greet, but in his long history upon Midgard, he had seen such things go sideways and thus being prepared was not a wasted step. It was something he had held close, to be prepared as no battle ever survived first contact with the enemy, and thus a battle leader needed to be flexible and adaptable, or they were not long for the living. With his armor and weapons in place, Wolf moved to join the rest of the team. (Wilson: Captain America (Optional)WEARING:SHIELD workout gateway:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Nexus, Star Lord, Thor, Tundra'd been talking music with Peter from the moment he met him, just comparing notes and preferences. It would not have surprised him to find him listening to the John Lee Hooker stuff he'd copied onto his...well, whatever the hell he uses to play the music in the damn helmet of his. It just served as a reminder that he was in space. SPACE! And completely out of his depth. He would ask himself just how the hell he'd allow himself as the newly minted Captain America to be way, way, WAY out of America. Maybe he could look at it as an intergalactic diplomacy mission. Yep, piss the wrong damn alien off and the first thing they're going to do when they get to Earth is waste anything that looks like his colors. That's at least four countries down the tube. So it was going to be a good thing him being on his best behavior. He himself was jogging with his wireless buds in his ear. They'd taken the damn things from him for a few hours when he first got on the ship, then gave them back. Apparently now he can understand other languages when he wears them. He was going to see if they worked for languages on Earth when he got back, so he could find out just how much smack they were talking about him when he ordered his Chinese food. For now, he was jogging through the ship with 'Running on Empty' coursing through his ears. He'd heard they were getting close, and he wanted to be good to go when it was time to suit up. Hell, the suit smelled like a new pair of shoes. That smell that just vacates a few weeks after wear. He wouldn't lie, sometimes he'd just look at the thing and wait for Steve to say something...to give him something to work with. No dice though. He'd just have to wing it. He. Through his trip, he mostly tried to passively get to know most of the other team. It was...well, strange honestly. They weren't bad people. They were just wrapped up in a lot of stuff, for a lot of reasons, and somehow Vision's algorithm or whatever saw them as a team. He'd had his reservations, but he kept them to himself. If he'd have seen the altercation between big red and Pete, well, he'd have simply known that his reservations were validated. Not that really mattered. It's not like Dad was going to turn the car around because everyone wasn't playing nice in the backseat. Halfway into the job, he got word from Thor, and just changed direction towards the bridge. Thor. Another complication on this whole trip. He still remembered that kiss they'd shared. It was heated...passionate. Dare he say, electric. He thought of that kiss too often for it to be healthy, and it still didn't seem enough. Who could say they kissed a goddess, huh? Scratch one off the bucket list, but then he found out who she was. And...well, he took care of her...kept her secret and respected her wishes. She wanted to go out a hero, and how could he fault her for that? How could he even begin to try and take that away from her? He couldn't, so he didn't. It wasn't until later that he'd found out she was alive and recovering. He was still reeling from it all. Where did that leave them? Where did he want it to leave him? He convinced himself to stow the random thoughts as he walks onto the bridge. He'd either nodded or waved to everyone there who had come before him, and patted Wolf on the shoulder in fellowship before looking to who summoned them all "Okay...what do we know?" (Foster (Thor)(Optional)WEARING:Thor Costumed:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Nexus, Star Lord, Captain America, ThundraThor looked to see the other members of the team joined her and Nexus on the command deck. She would follow up with her Questions to Nexus later as she did want to know what his connection to this mission was. They were going into battle together in unfair terrain, and they needed to have no secrets between them as they did. Jane noted the heroes and heroine as they entered the command deck. First was Star lord and Tundra. She knew little of the man called Peter Quill only he was a space jockey who seemed to play by his own rules and Tundra she knew from reputation. But Jane could tell they were both skilled and resourceful and that was what they needed in the here and now. Next to join was Ulysses and he remind rather quiet as a result and sort of sulked behind the others. He was a large hulking form of a man and he had Asgardian Heritage. Jane was probably the most versed human of Asgard and as a result she could converse with him at a later time. The Thunder pumped in her veins and she was not intimidated by his hulking statue ore that of Tundra`s for that matter, perhaps one or both of them would spar with her if the time presented itself?Finally, the one she knew the best, Sam Wilson aka Captain America joined the team on the bridge. Jane could feel her checks blushing under her helmet which thankfully was hiding her involuntary reaction to seeing him. Sam was very handsome, he was funny and charming...all the things Jane had been looking for in a mate. They had fought as contemporary as new Avengers, and she respected him, he was a friend who kept her secret and treated her with nothing but respect. Jane had made her feelings for him blatantly clear when she kissed him. At the time she had been dying of breast cancer and felt she had nothing to lose and did what she wanted. But now she had a second lease on life, and she had yet to speak with him about their *friendship* since her return. Jane secretly hoped it would develop into something more but with the impeding crisis they were potentially facing she knew time was not on their side. Sam asked her and the rest of the team what they knew. Jane cleared her throat and addressed the room with a confidence she had obtained since becoming the Mighty Thor. "Well we do know that our friends and allies vanished weeks ago. The Avengers, Fantastic Four, the X-men and key member's of the Royal Family on Inhuman. They were to best Thanos The Mad Titan once more in battle. For he teeth the Infinity Stones to wipe out half of the Galaxy. Yet, here we stand, that ungodly task hath not been accomplished, yet wherein our brethren are none knows. They do not dine in the great halls of Valhalla which tells me they are not slain. But perhaps Imprisoned ore Incapacitated somehow? Not only that but we have received word from Crystal of the Inhuman trouble brews in this part of space. For the Galaxy is on the verge of a war. The Free/Baboon hath started open hostilities and cloned mutants were seen on the battle front. I knower not where her husband Roan Reigns which is where I hand this over to you Peter Quill. What can you tell us of this reign of space? And how can we find Roan, I hear your path's hath crossed numerous times before." Thor said as she turned inward towards Star lord who seemed to be observing the control panels of the ship. (Quill – Star-Lord (Optional)WEARING:Currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a cherry red silhouette of Ziggy Stardust's face above a pair of navy blue jeans and worn black boots styled with oddly arranged patterns of geometric shapes in various shades of white.DAY:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Explaining Spacewalking:Ulysses, Nexus, Thor (Jane Foster), Captain America, ThundraPeter felt the corners of his nose of his nose scrunch up beneath his rolling eyes at the mention of name 'Ronan.' With a semi-sarcastic, “Aye cap'n”, he proceeded to rapidly enter a series of commands on a nearby console, culminating in the lights dimming throughout the CIC and a vast hologram of their current section of space appearing, its countless glowing lines and symbols blazing with crystal clarity against the darkness. Detaching the console's holographic interface from its station, Peter began to slowly walk through the floating image, side stepping certain celestial objects and actively flicking away others with quick swipes of his fingers his lenses shining like red giants among the map's countless features. Standing next to the small blinking red triangle that represented the Equinox, Peter began to speak with a feigned exasperation thinly veiling the smug satisfaction at being able to flaunt his knowledge, “Alright folks, since you've mostly been Earth-locked your whole lives, here's what you need to know about this section of the cosmos, the Free, and the Baboon.” With a few hand gestures against the console now cradled in his left arm, a blue tint slowly faded over the third of the map nearest the ship's bow representing the edge of the Milky Way galaxy. “This is the part of your galaxy that the Free have claimed as part of their oh-so-wonderful empire.” The mass of blue stopped short just past the area of space the Equinox found itself in as Peter continued with notable annoyance, “While the Free nobles, like Ronan, will tell you they're just taking the poor races of the universe under the gentle protective wing of Free law, it's all bullshit. Basically, one day your planet is told that you're under the jurisdiction of the Free Empire, and if you step out of line, whether you know where the line is or not, you'll find a massive boot on your neck courtesy of the Free Public Accuser Corps.” Taking a breath to compose himself before finishing, “They've kept their big pink and blue heads down ever since Ronan's marriage to some Earth woman named Kristen or something, but there's no way that's going to stop them from doing what they've been doing since they stepped foot off of their planet. In short, they're a bunch of militaristic pink and blue bastards with a savior complex.” An additional series of hand gestures began to paint large swabs of the map with a dark green pallor radiating out from point further towards the center of the Milky Way. “Here we have the section of space claimed by the Brotherhood of Baboon.” The edge of the growing green significantly overlapped the section of the map previously labeled as Free space creating a large teal band that the Equinox's symbol found itself inside. Tilting his head as he tried to remember anything worth noting about the Baboon, Peter shrugged his shoulders slightly as he explained, “The best thing you can say about the Baboon is that they don't try to mask their as swipe behavior by saying its for your own good.” Casting a momentary glance towards Free space, he continued, “They're space conquering lizard men with cloaking technology, boring but effective weaponry, and genetically modified cyborg freaks that throw buildings for fun.” Casting a considering glance towards Tundra, he added, “Worst thing about them is the weird internal conflict they have between them, the males fly around conquering anywhere the ships can land, and the women are all forced on a single planet where they live by a strict pacifistic lifestyle. Only time they interact is once a year when the males stop by for making more Baboon.” Shaking his head in disgust both at this primitive seeming society and the concept of mating only once a year, Peter finished by adding, “So in summary, the Brotherhood is a bunch of militaristic green bastards who... I don't know... I got nothing.” Swiping the console one more time, Peter caused the map to focus in on the teal band between the two forces that the Equinox found itself in. “While both sides have claimed this area of space for as long as they've known about each other, neither of them has done too much to place roots here. They both say it's theirs and theirs alone, but they know that if they start putting ships and bases in the area, it'll lead to outright war between the Free Empire and the Baboon. As a side note, smugglers and pirates have long used the two sides' fear of starting something to turn the area into a bit of an outlaw's paradise.” Pausing for a moment as he turned to face his heroic compatriots he coughed lightly before adding, “So I've heard.” With a final tap of the console, Peter brought the lights back up and turned back towards Thor, “As for where Ronan is, word is he typically oversees his people from his ship. Likes to handle things personally, mostly I think he likes to hear the sound of his own voice when he reads you everything he says you've done wrong... So I've heard. With that in mind, and thinking about what you said about being on the edge of war, I'm betting he's flying around somewhere in or near the contested zone. He'd want to be first into action if war did end up breaking out between your galaxy and his.” (Foster (Thor)(Optional)WEARING:Thor Costumed:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Star Lord, Captain America, ThundraJane listened to what Peter had to say. He spoke with experience saying he knew this corner of space, the Free, and the Baboon reigned in this part of universe. Both had been previous enemy's of the Avengers and of Earth. The Free had designs on Earth which wasn't surprising if not distressing somewhat. Quill said that the Free nobles, like Ronan, believed they were just doing their bit for the universe. They wanted to put Earth under the jurisdiction of the Free Empire. He mentioned Ronan`s marriage to the Earth woman named Kristen which made Thor chuckle. "Crystal. Her name is Crystal and she is the Princess of the Inhuman Royal Family." She corrected him as she twirled her hammer in her hand. Quill was a rather amusing young man and his take on the Free was insightful. He then went on to explain the section of space claimed by the Brotherhood of Baboon. He said they were unwavering in their hatred and bloodlust, they didn't have a moral code as the Free. It turned out the Baboon were pretty archaic in terms of the divided between males and females. She looked over at Tundra, between the two of them they might want to liberate the females if it was within her power to do so. So these two power house factions were in conflict with each other. So maybe they could fine a way to make it work for them. But the Free had a long history with the Avengers, Thor had spoked about the Free/Skull war they had got involved in. So maybe they had a hand in the disappearance of Earths Heroes? Thanos had once worked with Roan the Accuser so maybe they were allies once more? It certainly stood to reason, Quills dislike of both species was evident by the way he spoke of them so clearly he had bad experience's with both. It was a good job he was around to inform them of these events. Star lord continued on by explaining the situation further to the *Space Avengers*. He said while both sides had claimed this particular area of space for as long as they' had known about each other, neither of them has done too much to place roots here. Which gave their team an upper hand of sorts, perhaps they could reason with the Free? The Baboon sounded like Savages like the Frost Giants and Thor had little patience to deal with such creature's. It seemed for all their bluster neither specie's wanted to lay down ships as it would be a deli ration of war. But Crystal was an ally and former Avenger, she had Earths best interests at heart and the farther of her daughter Quicksilver had been among the missing heroes. Not to mention the rest of her Royal family had gone missing. So she had a vested interest in finding what happened to Earth heroes. As a side note, Quill told the group that smugglers and pirates have long used the two sides' fear of starting something to turn the area into a bit of an outlaw's paradise. Jane smiled under her helmet at this as he clearly was a smuggler and was trying to hide it in a not so obvious way, he was rather amusing, he remained her of a young man she went to medical school with. He was like a cross between Han Solo and Spider-Man, and he did come across as a likeable Rouge. Quill turned to her directly and stated as for where Ronan was, the *word* was he typically oversees his people from his ship. Peter said he was betting he was flying around somewhere in or near the contested zone. "Then that is where we must head." Thor said as she straightened her back and took command of the room. She turned to face the other three heroes who were now her battle brothers and sister. "What say you my Kin? Doth we think Ronan can be trusted? I must admit I never have had the displeasure of facing him in battle. But I know of his wicked deeds past from the previous owner of Milliner." She said with sadness in her voice as she thought of Odin son, the God who had changed her mortal life forever the day he walked into it. (Alison (Ulysses)(Optional)WEARING:Combat armory:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Thor, Nexus, Star Lord, Captain America, ThunderaWulf listened to both Thor and Quill as the broke down what they knew. He was not exactly sure how getting in touch with this Ronan was going to help them with their mission, but there had to be some valuable intel to be gained here. While it sounded like this Ronan was a real dick, Wolf was familiar with the Inhuman, and he doubted a member of their royal family would sell them down the river, especially since according the record she once was an Avenger herself. The bond ran deep, Wolf knew. Both Hector and Paris were grade "A" assholes, but Wolf knew they would set fire to the realms themselves to come to aid, as he would for them. Wulf looked over the abrogation chats for the area in question, tapping up things here and there, eliminating places with no resources, or planets capable of life. In the end conquest was conquest, no matter what scale it took form. There were a few areas which were of particular note which hinted at some promise to their final objectives. Wolf spoke up in his deep voice as his eyes remained on the chart." We have anyway of speaking to Crystal to narrow things down? As it is, we have three areas of note which two opposing factions would want to control, so he likely is at one of these three locations. Still would help to have a bit more information, especially on the offhand chance I am wrong about their motives." (Wilson: Captain America (Optional)WEARING:SHIELD workout gateway:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Nexus, Star Lord, Thor, ThundraYou know that feeling you get when you're surrounded by people that are all speaking your language, but you have no idea what the hell is going on? That was Sam's life at that moment, and it was a feeling he hasn't felt in a good long time. He went to work on the data the ship had to offer...but there's only so much that could be covered in the time they had. And what was worse, the bad guy/good guy polarities were so damn fluid, it was like the entire galaxy was a damn Middle East. Sure, they like you know, but it only took one damn thing to happen before you're suddenly staring at a bunch of people you'd shared drinks with a few nights back, all pointing weapons at you. Shit was uncomfortable. But he listened, and made mental notes as to who he wanted to get more information on as things progressed. Rome wasn't built in a day, and all of that. He was trained more on the fact that they had people out there, somewhere, and they were the only ones left who could get them back. If they had to make a few shady deals along the way, he'd do his best to navigate the needs against the means. Star-Lord went up and did his thing, and it was always weird seeing him operate. He was human...but not? He didn't get into the whole conversation about it, because people deserved some level of privacy, but he sounded human, and looked human...but he operated the tech onboard as someone as comfortable with it as he is his favorite part of the bed. Honestly, he may just want to see if he could talk to him about some of the dicey stuff. But that could happen later. Ronan was the man they needed. Thor's question wasn't much of one "What are our options...?" he asked everyone, then looked to her "Unless we have some other Lead, it would appear as though we have to do one thing to get to the other, so whether he can be trusted will have to wait. We'll have to handle things as they occur...but that's just my two cents." (Warrior Clothing (10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Bored on the Command Geotagging:Everyone She didn’t know it, but her thoughts mirrored those of Sam Wilson. Tundra was a woman of extreme intelligence but at the core of her heart she was definitely more a creature of action than words. And there were a lot of words going on right now, words she didn’t quite recognize. She had only recently joined this group, so their previous enemies and relationships were foreign to her. But she nonetheless listened, taking in what she could and remembering the names uttered for research later. Tundra knew if she planned on sticking around, she needed to keep up during these briefings. But it was increasingly hard when Thor spoke like that. Was “doth” really easier for her to say than “do”? She was distracted by such a minor thought until Sam did speak up and offer the basic, and very agreeable to her, tactic of figuring things out once they were actually there. Thundra stood to her full height, arms crossed and gazed around briefly before shaking her head. ”It would seem as though you all know what the hell is going on. When the time comes, you let me know whose head I’m taking off.” She then turned away from the others, mumbling under her breath. “I’m going to go work out. There -is- a gym on this ship?” She asked briefly before waving them off before exiting. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll find it myself if there is....” Before the team could disperse, there was a warning chime from the ships command and control through the communications system. The information appeared on the holographic display where everyone could hear and see the situation as it was developing. A distress call sent out into the blind on all communications medium. The Regal Bone, a ship based out of Heliopolis under pirate attack. More information on the screen as the frantic call for assistance was played over. TheEboneecould not make a FTL jump as it was the first system damaged in the ambush. They were doing their best to stay ahead of the pirates, but unless assistance happened soon they would be forced to surrender. Helioposlis was the home system of the Ended, a race of aliens whom the ancient Egyptian pantheon had its origins. In fact the one science fiction series a while back, Stargate, had several things correct in the fact it was the Ended who visited Earth in its distant path and forced much of their beliefs and caste system upon the early human society. The Ended were forced from the Earth by two figures of note, the pharaoh Rama Tut and his chief rival, En Sarah Our, known to those present more as King the Conqueror and Apocalypse. The Ended were not too far different from the Asgardians and the Olympians in laying down their own roots with Earth, much as the Free, Shi'AR, and the Skulls did as well. Due to the extensive system of hyper communications relays in area of space, the call for assistance was not more than a minute-old, which was significant as an unarmed ship being attacked by an armed force did not have much time. If the crew was going to help, it was a decision which needed to be made in the next few minutes, or it might be too late for the crew of cheekbone. (Quill – Star-Lord (Optional)WEARING:Currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a cherry red silhouette of Ziggy Stardust's face above a pair of navy blue jeans and worn black boots styled with oddly arranged patterns of geometric shapes in various shades of white.DAY:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Dealing with the Regal EboneeTAGGING:Ulysses, Thor (Jane Foster), Captain America, ThundraWith Thor consulting with the others on the trustworthiness of Ronan, a conversation that Star-Lord was more than glad to not be a part of, the adventurer took to examining the navigational charts in careful detail. His own information on this area of space was usually restricted to what he could pick up in the numerous dens of ill repute that littered the no man's land separating the dominion of the Baboon and the Free, so the chance to study up-to-date charts provided by the Avenger's and their space-faring allies was too good an opportunity to miss. Sam succinctly summarized the situation with his recommendation of putting one foot in front of the other. Peter merely responded with a curt nod of his head and a flat resigned tone as he worked at studying various Free patrol paths. “That's the way of it, doesn't really matter how bad of an idea it is talking to Ronan, it's the best one we've got by the sound of it.” While Peter was reticent to go anywhere near the Free's chief law enforcer, most of the outlaw's warrants in Free space were under a myriad of aliases and appearances, so there were fair odds that he would go unnoticed beneath his black mask and red lenses. If he was recognized... well... what was the point of having a team if they didn't help you avoid facing the consequences of your actions every once in a while? Once again Peter found himself tremendously bored with Tundra is a way that was far more aggressive than he had previously experienced. Here she was, looking at a map of space, in space, while in a space-faring vessel, and her utterly vacant adventurer's spirit was telling her, 'Hey, you're surrounded by a sea of wonders untold and limitless potential, but that's no excuse to skip leg day.' Some remote part of Peter's brain knew that it was fairly crucial to stay physically active during long voyages, but the lion's share of his gray matter was busy thinking of another way of provoking the scarlet haired giantess. Before he had the chance to say something he would have regretted after Tundra had mopped the CIC's various consoles with his face, the distress call from the Regal Eboneebegan to ring out across the ship. Quickly zooming the holographic display in on cheekbone's location, Peter couldn't help but bite his lip on reading that she was an Ended vessel. Like the Free and the Baboon, the Ended had a tendency to think themselves far and away superior to most life in the universe, and took it upon themselves to stretch their influence over as many of what they considered to be lesser lifeforms as possible. For a moment he considered going back to sleeping pod and continuing to catch up on decades of missed Earth culture while the caste pushing assholes earned what was coming to them, and then he took in the note that both the ship and its crew were unarmed. Not entirely familiar with the Equinox crew's capacity for piloting space-faring ships, Peter quickly entered an interception course for the Equinox on the console he had been previously using to manipulate the map. There was still plenty of time for the others to decide a different course of action, but he wasn't about to let deliberation lose them their chance of getting in on the action. As Thor seemed to be somewhat in charge, Peter turned to face her and spoke quickly without an ounce of the smugness previously present in his voice, “We're helping them, and please tell me we have cannons.” It was obvious to the cosmic rogue that any of the other Avenger's present could easily prevent him from putting them in harm's way, but Peter wasn't about to let that stop him from trying. (Alison (Ulysses)(Optional)WEARING:Combat armory:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Thor, Star Lord, Captain America, ThunderaWulf understood Tundra's frustration more than a bit. He, too, was more of a man of action, who rather be doing something than sitting around waiting, even if the strategist in him recognized the fact a commander who acted without field intelligence was due not to remain long for the world. In fact of all the personalities present on board, Captain America and Quill were likely the more level-headed and practical of the group, and even Wolf had to wince internally a bit at making the realization the galaxy was a strange place indeed when Quill was seen as a voice of reason. Case in point the man was needling Tundra, a woman who is by some of the shouting before Thor brought everyone up for this meeting was doing her best to push the man through the bulkhead of the ship. All other thoughts Wolf had about the situation and how tensions on board were only to get thicker and shorter the longer the mission took fled his mind with the distress call. In short order Wolf was by a terminal pulling up the navigational interface. It was a skill rotted deep into his makeup, so much so Wolf had wondered more than once if his father had manipulated his own genetic code. It would explain how he managed to lead the Greek fleet to Troy despite the weather and the storms, how he and his crew even survived out in the open waters of the sea when by the technology of the time his ship should have been lost in the deep waters. Navigation, be it in the middle of the Aegean Sea, or in the middle of deep space, Wolf had a gift. It did not take him long to narrow down the location of the Regal Bone, and the closest area of space to make the FTL jump. It would not take them long, less than five minutes at maximum acceleration. Walk continued to refine the course plot to the Equinox. Quill's words had him breathing a bit easier. There was some redeemable about him, even if he did his best to convince everyone else he was only out for himself most of the time. At his words about the ship having weapons, Wolf could not help but snort." Course laid in, ETA five minutes. Also don't need cannons. We have a Thor, and I am also certain we toss Tundra out of the airlock in a version of the X-Men's "fastball" special she does a reasonable approximation of a mass driver round. You and Wilson might be nothing more than bugs on a windscreen, but those two, it would be like hitting an asteroid of titanium." (Foster (Thor)(Optional)WEARING:Thor Costumed:Sep 10, 2019TIME:Early NightLOCATION:The Equinox → Free SpaceCONTENT:Command Geotagging:Ulysses, Star Lord, Captain America, ThundraWulf brought up a valid point, he asked if they had anyway of speaking to Crystal to narrow things down. Alas, she was not someone that Jane knew all that well. Perhaps Sam would have a way since he was the longest serving Avenger here within the group and Crystal had been an Avenger to a few years ago. Given Ronan was at one of three locations it could take them a long time to track him down. Thor did not think it best the team split up further they were a small team as it was, and she did not wish to further diminish their ranks. However, Wolf was correct, and they would greatly benefit from more information, especially on the offhand chance they were indeed wrong about their motives. Politics was not something Jane was a fan of getting involved with, especially Alien politics, but it was her duty as Thor to go where she was needed. But Sam seemed as out of his depth as she felt she was, Tundra became annoyed at the situation and informed the team she wanted to train in the gym. She clearly was a warrior woman born and would be a skilled fighter but perhaps not a skilled thinker. Jane sighed heavily as she was feeling the situation was indeed hopeless as they were looking for a needle in a haystack. Perhaps this selected team of heroes would not be a good fit after all? Before the team could disperse, there was a warning chime from the ships command and control through the communications system. The information appeared on the holographic display where everyone could hear and see the situation as it was developing. A distress call sent out into the blind on all communications medium. The Regal Bone, a ship based out of Heliopolis under pirate attack. Jane felt that surge of Adeline course through her body as the call to arms was an intoxicating one. She was well aware as a Dr that she was becoming addicted to the fight, to wielding this powerful hammer and all it came with it. But she kept her emotions under control not showing her hand to her new companions. More information on the screen as the frantic call for assistance was played over. The Bone could not make a FTL jump as it was the first system damaged in the ambush. They were doing their best to stay ahead of the pirates but not too much avail, but unless assistance happened soon they would be forced to surrender. It turned out that Heliopolis was the home system of the Ended, a race of aliens whom the ancient Egyptian pantheon had its origins. They needed to help them. Starlord told them they were helping them and then asked them if the Equinox had indeed canons. Thor turned towards him and simply smiled. "Aye!" Was all she said with delight obvious in her tone of voice. Wolf laid in a course and made a joke they didn't need canons as they had a Thor. This made her chuckle inwardly. Tundra was also a powerful battle sister and Jane knew she would enjoy fighting alongside her. Much as she had enjoyed fighting alongside Carol Dancers before she vanished with the other Avengers. The course was laid in and the Equinox shot through the stars. "We have arrived!" She told the team as they entered the co ordinates that Wolf had punched into the system. "By lady Freya's Sword!" Thor gasped as she looked at the view screen at the attacked ship which this new team of Avengers was tasked with saving. Transition to Battle for the Regal Bone(

EMH Avengers {RPG} The Equinox Space Ship|rating:3.0

Breaking Him In (Remiel & RipTide)

(Ryan Kyle had first left his home in Mount Gilead, Ohio, in order to make it big in Hollywood, he had never once imagined it would be like this. In high school, he had been voted Most Popular, with model good looks and a vivacious, gregarious personality. He had been cast in the leading male role in almost all of his school's dramatic productions, a member of the National Honor Society, and captain of the school's debate team, graduating with a 3.5 GPA. He was athletic as well, and played on his school's Varsity basketball and soccer teams. When he told everyone that he was going to be a movie or TV star someday, very few had cause to doubt that he would succeed. His parents, of course, advised against it, even as nearly everyone else cheered him on; his mother, in particular, was adamant that he should go to college. However, the golden stars were in young Ryan's eyes, and he would not be dissuaded. As soon as he had scraped together enough scratch from his job as a barista at the local coffee shop, he packed his bags, boarded a train to California, and did not look back. Ryan had heard that making it as an actor in Tinseltown was tough, and that many struggling actors had had to work for many years in menial jobs before they caught their big break--after all, the old joke went: What do you call a waiter in Hollywood? A failed actor. But he wasn't prepared for quite how brutal it actually was. Being the biggest fish in a small pond, as it turned out, was nothing like being a small fish in a very, very, verylarge sea. He steeled himself to the possibility that he would have to start at the bottom--taking gigs in advertising, maybe even as an extra--and work his way up, but he wasn't prepared for...well, nothing. Every audition he went to, every tryout, every reading and callout, was a complete and total bust. He was alwaystoosomething: too young, too old, too white, too tan, too tall, too plain, too Wonder bread. Meanwhile, the bills continued to mount, and the $7.25 an hour gig at Starbucks wasn't enough to support a Los Angeles lifestyle. To help meet expenses, he put an ad out for a roommate. And that was how he met Chris Mentos, a shady character who worked as a bartender in a nightclub and who sold crystal meth on the side. Chris offered to hook Ryan up with people "he knew"--producers, directors and the like--but, like Chris, they all turned out to be characters of questionable character and intent. One of them, a fat, balding man with a greasy ponytail and expensive sunglasses, looked Ryan up and down and told him that, with his athletic physique and height, he could indeed be an actor--in porn. Out of money, out of options, and with no prospects, Ryan reluctantly agreed. The world of digital porn proved to be a tough mistress. No one told Ryan that, while the glass ceiling existed everywhere else, in porn the female "talent" got paid up to two or three times what the male "talent"--who were widely considered to be fungible and utterly replaceable--did, and it was only by virtue of Ryan's particular...endowment...in the trousers department that he started to make a name for himself. Unfortunately, having attended a private party with Chris and some of his fellow porn actors, Ryan made the fateful decision to shoot up. Before long, he was hooked, and the meager paycheck he earned from his porn productions soon became rapidly outpaced by his addiction to methamphetamine. In desperation, he stole from his roommate's supply, and when Chris found out about it, he decided to teach Ryan a lesson. Ratting Ryan out to the landlord, Chris got Ryan evicted from their apartment, with only the leather jacket on his back and the jeans on his legs. Ryan went to the nightclub his former roommate worked at in order to explain his side of the issue, but Chris wasn't having any of it. He and a couple of his boys took Ryan into the alley behind the club and proceeded to beat seven kinds of hell out of him. "You're lucky I like you, Ryan," said the man, once the deed had been done. "The last shithead who tried to steal from me is now buried somewhere out in the desert." They then left him there, bleeding, bruised, and broken, but alive, and wondering how his life had gone so very, very wrong. (were hundreds people on the dance floor, and from her perch on the balcony, the throng seemed to move and ebb like a black and neon ocean threatening to rise, drag her down, and swallow her whole. Valeria didn't know exactly when Mission 6 had become the trendy spot in LA, when it had started booking some of the latest up-and-coming DJs, or touted sightings of A-list celebrities, but she found it all somewhat... disappointing. She'd preferred it when it had been one of the secrets of the city, a hidden, exclusive gem. She didn't want to share her favorite nightclub with justanyonewho happened to stroll down the street. The VIP section on the top floor was the last piece of solace for Valeria Medina, and only because she showed up on a frequent enough basis to lay claim to it. It was hers by association, and most knew better than to lay a finger on it. Her hands rested on the brushed metallic railing, arms outspread on either side of her petite frame. Her smooth, angular face was laden with indifference as her green eyes surveyed the land, but not even the presence of a familiar man striding up beside her stirred her." Look at them all." Her voice was barely audible over the blaring music from the DJ booth below, but with a shake of her head, she turned from the view, instead leaning back against the railing as she turned to the man at her side. "We might as well have a rodent infestation."" It was only a matter of time," Julian, a new friend in recent months, replied with a smirk, his dark gaze wandering slowly over Valeria's petite frame. She might as well be dressed to kill in a form-fitting black dress (that--while it covered the typical sort of cleavage--did reveal a distracting amount of the sides of her breasts. Her slender shoulders and the curvature of her back too were on display, and aside from a sleek pair of gold heels to match, the finishing touch was really the leather collar around the column of her neck, from which a large, gold ring dangled, just begging to be tugged on. While it appeared at first glance that she was looking for a strong man to bend her to his will, it was only her closest acquaintances who knew that to be a fallacy. Julian was not one of those people, to his misfortune. "How about I buy us a drink? Loosen things up before we join them?" Valeria didn't dance. Not in places like this. With little more than an irritated twitch of her lips, she brushed off the request and instead jutted her chin over at the waiter, Chris, who attended to their section. He'd learned pretty quickly when Valeria wanted a drink and what she liked. "I can buy my own drinks." With another idle glance around the vicinity of the lounge, her green eyes drifted back to Julian, but only for a moment. "Where's your friend? The one you came with last time." She vaguely recalled the tall, dark-skinned man who'd followed in Julian's' shadow for a quite a while. She'd gotten the impression they'd been close. This time, Valeria seemed to have hit a nerve." Couldn't trust him," the man shrugged, the curl of his lip suggesting it was something he didn't want to talk about." I suppose we won't be seeing him again then?," she surmised, her voice even and showing no signs of distress. What Julian got up to really wasn't the worst of what she'd seen or heard. Valeria, after all, was practically Marco royalty--the niece of a cartel founder's brother in Guadalajara. She got that fiery attitude from her father's side of the family of course, but her mother had been the one to bless her with her striking green eyes. She had been from Eastern Europe; Belarus. They'd met while she was vacationing in Mexico, and it had been clear from the start of their relationship that she'd never go back. Julian merely shrugged at the question, just as the waiter approached with her drink. "Wouldn't bet on it." Valeria made her exit while the dance floor was still full; right about 11:30. She stayed late enough for anyone to notice her, but not late enough that she earned herself the reputation of a reckless and wild party-goer. Shrugging into a cropped fur coat, her driver and her sleek black Rolls-Royce Sullivan were already waiting for her out front. Those still waiting in line to get in gawked at the woman, most of them clueless as to just who she was despite her obvious wealth, but Valeria liked it that way. Taking the hand of her security detail who offered to help her into the back of the SUV, she gave a barely-there smile to the onlookers before she shut the door, disappearing behind black tinted windows. Now that she was practically alone--aside from the two gigantic men in the front two seats--she released an exhausted sigh and rolled her head back against the seat just as the driver pulled away from the club. She was looking forward to enjoying the rest of her night at home in peace, but the ride was slow. As always traffic was a nightmare in LA, and it seemed to be no exception at this time of night. As the SUV slowly rolled down the street, however, she happened to glance out the window as they passed a dimly lit alley. It was not uncommon to see a homeless person shuffling through garbage or dumpsters or huddling over a fire, but what she found was not quite that." Stop the car." Her voice was calm and even, and when the car pulled over and rolled to a stop, she reached a slender finger to press the button to lower her window. Blood covered the front of his shirt. She could see it spattered on the sidewalk as well, and as far as she could tell, he was alone. Whoever this man was, he was in desperate need of medical attention--attention which she was able to provide. "Collect him, please, Warren." With a nod, the driver parked the car and slipped out, the security guard following suit as Valeria pulled her cellphone out of her purse, already scrolling through her contacts. Dr. Vasquez answered house calls when she needed him, a fact which she made good use out of given that she paid him a hefty sum of money every couple of months, but having a physician on retainer was worth every penny. Meanwhile, the two men stepped around to check on the victim, her security guard placing a hand carefully on his shoulder to see if he was conscious. After a moment, they moved to hoist him up onto his feet if he could manage it before assisting him to the car. Still inside, Valeria pushed open the door and slid over to the other seat, making room for the stranger within. A weary Dr. Vasquez answered the phone, at which Valeria smiled." Where to, Miss?" Warren asked once the arrangements had been made, already having climbed back into the driver's seat while she was on the phone." The warehouse on East 11th." When Valeria responded, she was already looking over the stranger in the seat beside her, reaching to run a finger over his bearded jawline, tilting his face this way and that. Without argument, the SUV pulled into traffic once more, and nearly 30 minutes later, they arrived in the Fashion District on East 11th street, and outside the nondescript warehouse, Dr. Vasquez was already waiting and available to assist as they pulled the stranger from the car." You know what to do," she spoke, nodding to the security detail. "Dr. Vasquez, give me a full report first thing in the morning?"" Of course, Miss Medina." The man clasped and wrung his hands before him, but one look at the stranger had him somewhat concerned. He might not have liked the situation or the possible repercussions, but he couldn’t argue that his expertise was needed." Good. Warren, take me home." Ryan Kyle was only dimly aware of being picked up, of being helped to his feet, of being ushered inside a car. He was bleeding from half a dozen places, and it seemed like his body hurt in at least a dozen more. He was pretty sure his left hand and at least one of his ribs was broken, his right eye was swollen shut, and his ears were still ringing. Everything hurt, so much. All he wanted to do was to pass out and shut out the pain for a while. At some point, he opened his non-swollen eye and saw, or at least thought he saw, an angel reaching toward his face, running a finger against his jaw, gently turning his face this way and that. But he was probably hallucinating. Some time later, he regained something approximating consciousness. He groaned as the pain noticed he was awake and came back in full force; everything throbbed. This was ameliorated somewhat by the fact that he was, apparently, prostrate and lying on some kind of gurney or cot. His shirt was off, and bandages had been wrapped around his arms, his midsection, several places on his legs, and around his head. His left hand was heavily bandaged, his fingers taped to splints. There was an I.V. attached to his left wrist. There was an EKG machine on the other side of the cot, with wires snaking to electrodes on his arm. There was a man, an older gent with dark, smoothed-back hair, glasses, and a goatee, leaning over his legs. He was wearing a white lab coat. Ryan's initial thought was that he was in a hospital. But...something wasn't quite right. The space seemed much, much larger than a hospital should be. Industrial halogen bulbs hung far, far above, causing Ryan to squint. Instead of a wall with a blue curtain, there was a steel girder nearby. Come to think of it, except for the doctor, and the EKG and the IV drip, the whole place seemed...industrial. Ryan turned his head, and thought he saw shipping crates stacked up against one concrete wall." Where am I?" he said aloud, through a busted lip, to the doctor. At least, Ryan had assumed he was a doctor. Now he was starting to doubt that initial assertion. The older gent in the lab coat and the glasses looked up. He was Hispanic, Ryan could see now, with a tanned complexion and dark eyes. He looked at Ryan with a not unfriendly expression. "Don't worry about that, Mr. Kyle. All you need to know is that you are in very good hands right now."" How did you know my name?" Ryan tried to move his arm--the right one; the left was currently a bundle of pain--and found that he couldn't. His right wrist was secured to the bed by means of a police handcuff. He blinked, and tried to register that fact; it seemed out of place in a world where he was having his various and myriad wounds attended to. The doctor pointed to a nearby table, upon which Kyle could see what he could remember were the contents of his pockets in a previous life. His wallet, his car keys, his cell phone, a couple of sticks of gum, and a few coins. His driver's license had been neatly placed beside the wallet. This wasn't some robbery, then. Besides, he couldn't imagine why anyone would go to all the trouble of bandaging him up if they were just going to steal his shit." I don't understand. What's with the--" he jerked on the handcuffs for emphasis. The doctor smiled in what Ryan thought was a strange way. "As I said, all you need to know is that you are in very good hands. Your injuries will be tended to, your bones treated and set. For now, just rest. Are you in a great deal of pain?" Ryan opened his mouth to object, to protest, but then thought better of it and simply nodded. His head was still pounding; it felt like a small but very nasty goblin was beating on the side of his skull with a hammer." I'll give you some morphine, then," said the doctor, reaching inside his lab coat and pulling out a sealed syringe. Without waiting for consent, he opened the syringe, squirted out a few drops, and then stuck the needle into Ryan's good arm and depressed the plunger. There was something very wrong about this, thought Kyle. This was all wrong. But at least no one seemed interested in hurting him anymore, and, after a few moments, the pain started to recede, chased away by the wonderful morphine. His eyelids flickering, Kyle laid his head back and went to blessed sleep. The following morning, Dr. Vasquez stood at attention while his patroness inspected his patient. The IV drip...dripped, and the EKG beeped a happy series of beeps. The handsome bearded man, made somewhat less handsome by the swollen eye, the various cuts, and the split lip, snored in blissful sleep. "He has a cracked rib, a broken tibia, five fractures in his left hand, and several concussive injuries to the head," the doctor was saying. "Fortunately, I don't think his skull was broken. There is some swelling in his left eye, but I expect that to recede after a few days. His injuries actually look worse than what they are. I think he should be ready for you in about...two weeks. Did you want us to clean him up for you?" Normally, he wouldn't even ask, but he knew that sometimes Valeria Medina liked to have a...personal hand in the care and upkeep of her pets. (Medina didn't use an alarm clock. She was naturally used to waking up when the sun rose over the city and sprayed fresh waves of light across her bed, though a top-of-the-line mattress and luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets tempted her to stay in bed another five minutes or so. During that time, she groped for her phone with a resistant sigh and switched her phone off of Do Not Disturb. Within seconds, the madness of her job began flooding in. When Valeria wasn't at the club, she managed a storage and loading dock enterprise which catered to smaller companies who didn't yet have the funds for their own facilities but had product to ship. With seven different warehouses around the city and another in the process of being renovated--the one that currently housed the injured stranger from the night before--business was booming. It was, of course, just a front business used to help launder money for the cartel. It didn't require much effort at all to slide out of bed and toss her dark hair up into a messy bun and maker her way to the kitchen, still clad in her silk sleep shirt. Just outside her door and down a sleek hallway, her feet brushed over the cool, glossy tiled floor and into the kitchen where she'd pluck up the cup of steaming espresso that was ready and waiting for her thanks to her programmable espresso machine, all while glancing through the unread texts and e-mails on her phone. It wasn't much of a ritual, but it was one thing she was able to cross off her list within the first 10–15 minutes of the day while giving herself a much-needed kick of caffeine. The first of many.(she strolled over to the sofa on the opposite end of the long, open room, and with a sigh, she sank into its comfort. Aside from her bedroom, the on-suite bathroom, and her walk-in closet, her penthouse apartment was almost entirely open. The kitchen island looked over a dining area large enough to seat eight people if needed, and beyond that was a spacious living space. Windows lined one entire wall, allowing natural light to stream inside, and, for the most part, the decor was minimal and soft, yet every piece dripped with luxury. The call from the doctor came in around 8:30 that morning, and by that time, Valeria had already showered. Her hair was still wrapped up in a dusty beige towel, and her slender, athletic frame wrapped in a short, silky robe. Perching on the edge of the settee in her bedroom, she answered the phone. The call lasted no longer than sixty seconds.("What's his condition?"" Not great; he's been unconscious for the most part, but he's strong. He'll recover fully."" And what did you find out about him?"" His name is Ryan Kyle. Twenty-four years old with an addiction to methamphetamine."" Interesting. I'll be by this evening to take a look at him."" Very good, Miss Medina."(Warren dropped her off once again at the warehouse on East 11th street, she instructed him to wait, but didn't say for how long. Valeria was somewhat aggravated after a long day, but she had been looking forward to seeing Mr. Kyle since she'd received the doctors' call. Her bodyguard, Darren, was there to greet her at the back entrance, the door swinging wide. He glanced out into the surrounding alleys briefly to make sure they weren't being watched before he closed the door after her, taking her deeper into the warehouse basement where her suffering captive was held. Catching sight of him shirtless on the gurney, a brow perked, and she stepped quietly up beside Dr. Vasquez, the click of her black, heeled boots echoing off the cinder block walls. She was slightly more modestly dressed than the night before; a pair of form-fitting faux leather pants tucked into her boots, rising all the way up to her belly-button. Her top, however, was a cropped off-the shoulder sweater which hardly covered the bottoms of her perky breasts." Whoever it was really did a number on him, it seems." she replied after the doctor gave his full report. The poor thing. Even so, he was magnificent, and already her fingers itched to touch him. Upon his offer to clean Mr. Kyle up for her, a smile twitched at her lips. "I'll let you oversee his care, Doctor, but I'll tend to him tonight. Warren will drive you home. I'll call you if I need anything." With a weary smile, the doctor thanked her for her kindness and made his reluctant departure, not entirely sure if she wanted to leave Valeria alone with the man, but knowing better than to argue. Only Darren remained to keep watch and make sure no harm came to her, but soon, she made her way over to the sink across the room, filling a small plastic basin with fresh water. Taking up a clean cloth--one of the few supplies Dr. Vasquez had graciously left behind--she dipped it into the warm water and returned to Ryan's side. Letting her eyes room his muscled abdomen hungrily, she carefully began to wash away the remaining blood, trying to be mindful of his wounds. Indeed, there was something about cleaning one's charge that felt quite intimate for Valeria. It wasn't often she rewarded her pets with affection, but there were other ways she showed her appreciation. She was a provider, first and foremost, and this was one of the many ways that she would ensure Mr. Kyle was entirely taken care of. She merely expected his loyalty and his adoration in return. (filtered in and out of consciousness, there on Dr. Vasquez's gurney. The morphine helped dull the edges of the pain, but it was a different drug than his amphetamine-addled brain was used to, and it produced some strange side effects. His eyelids flickered rapidly as his mind conjured up some hallucinations, weaving them so artfully into the fabric of what he actually perceived that he wasn't sure where reality began and where it ended. He revisited his parents, his high school girlfriend, his drama teacher, as well as Chris Mentos, his former roommate and the man who had beaten him half to death. The world took on a Swimmy edge, the air becoming almost something akin to liquid as he tried to swim his way through it. And when he opened his eyes, he saw the angel again. Beautiful, more beautiful than any woman he had ever seen. She was wearing modern clothes--tight-fitting faux leather pants, tucked into a pair of black high-heeled boots, a cropped off-the-shoulder sweater which seemed not to cover her torso so much as hide her breasts, as if someone had stuck a black censor bar across them--but a pair of majestic, powerful wings projected from her back, like dove's wings, populated entirely with brilliant white feathers, feathers whiter than Kyle had ever seen. And, above her head, a small golden circlet--a halo--hovered, shining with a gentle golden light that didn't hurt his eyes when he stared at it. The woman was like no earthly apparition; she must have been from heaven, he reasoned, sent to tend to him in his dying state. As he watched, the angel took some kind of cloth--white as her feathers--and dipped it in what looked like a basin, wringing it out before applying it to his filthy naked torso. There should be pain at this--after all, even though he was thoroughly bandaged, he was still bruised and broken from a dozen wounds--and therewaspain, but it was distant, far-away, like it was happening to someone else. He could notice the pain, and catalog it, filing it away for reference, but it didn't seem personal, somehow. He regarded this with wonder and amazement, and looked up, toward the angel's face, as she ran the dripping cloth over his body, washing away the dirt and the dried blood." Am I dead?" he asked her, aloud. "Is this heaven?" Before she could reply, however, his eyelids flickered again, and he lapsed back into a fitful sleep. Zyle didn't remember much over the next couple of weeks. There were highs and lows--or, rather, lows and even further lows--as his wounds slowly healed, and as he went into withdrawal. First shivering cold, then blisteringly hot, his body couldn't seem to make up its mind what temperature it wanted him to be. His ribs ached, his leg ached, and his hand positively throbbed. Dr. Vasquez provided morphine, but sparingly, and only when it looked like his client couldn't take the pain anymore or was going into the shock of withdrawal. Kyle slept, and slept, and slept some more, his nutritional needs and...other needs being taken care of by the IV drip and catheter, respectively. Occasionally he would surface from these series of fever dreams, and on a few of these occasions he thought he saw the woman, the angel, from his previous visions. He meant to ask her why his right hand was handcuffed to the bed, but somehow, whenever she appeared, he completely forgot about the question and was instead lost in the beauty of her face, and the grace of her form, until either she left or he passed out again. Two weeks went by in this way, and saw Kyle improve dramatically. His ribs had healed, his leg had healed, and the bones in his hand had set enough to be able to remove the cast, although Dr. Vasquez insisted that he keep it bandaged. The doctor was also weaning him off the morphine, and Kyle's moments of lucidity became more and more frequent, although he was starting to look lean and rakish from not having consumed solid food in two weeks--although in truth, he had been on the skinny side even before that. On the morning of the fourteenth day, the doctor gave Kyle a sponge bath and even combed his hair. "We want you looking presentable," was his only explanation. When pressed, he refused to elaborate further, as he did when Kyle asked him about the handcuff. "Am I a prisoner?" he inquired. He couldn't imagine that anyone would want to ransom him; his family wasn't especially rich, and certainly not famous. And if he was to be tortured, he couldn't imagine why someone would go to all the trouble of healing him from near-death first." That," said the Mexican man, as he measured Kyle's vital signs, "is for Miss Medina to decide." Ryan glanced to the table to his right. It was in the same place it had been ever since he had awaked to find himself in this warehouse. His wallet, car keys, his driver's license, and cell phone were still there, although he noted that his phone hadn't rung once during the entire two weeks. No doubt it had been turned off. Possibly the battery had even been removed. He couldn't imagine his captors would be so careless as to leave him a means of calling the police within his reach." Who is Miss Medina?"" You'll see soon enough," smiled the doctor. Something in his pocket buzzed. He fished his hand inside it, produced a small, slim smartphone, and held it up to his ear. "Yes," he said, after a few seconds, to the unknown caller. "He's ready. The hand will still need attention, but I believe he is fine enough otherwise. I recommend a diet of soft food--jello and soup--for the next day or two, until his digestive system acclimates to solid food again. He's weak, but more or less healthy. No, I don't think he will experience any further withdrawal symptoms. He might experience the occasional headache and a strong residual craving, but as long as you keep him away from amphetamines, he should be fine. Yes. Any time you wish." He hung up the phone, and then smiled down at Kyle again. "Yes, I believe you'll see her soon. Very soon indeed." Valeria was meticulous in the cleansing of his upper body; as meticulous as anyone charged with the task of restoring a precious piece of art might have been. The night was hers to do with as she pleased, after all, and what pleased her was taking some time to get acquainted with her new charge, if only just through observation. There was plenty left to observe, of course, but there would be plenty of time for that in the coming weeks. She was eager in any case to get an idea of what she would be working with. The first bowl of water quickly turned a cloudy grayish-red. Valeria moved from Ryan's side to refresh the water at the sink, but she was only gone for a few moments. When she returned to him, he seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness. With a surprised smile down at him, she dipped the cloth once again into the fresh water and resumed the task at hand, doubting he had any notion of what was happening. When he spoke, Valeria was surprised, of course, but her face didn't change. She continued to smile, her lips twitching slightly at the edges as she eased away the dirt and blood from his skin." No, Mr. Kyle. You're alive. Now, just relax." By the time she was satisfied with her work, she'd emptied and refreshed four bowls of water, and Warren had returned from dropping off Dr. Vasquez. Washing her hands, she gave clear instruction to Darren to watch the man until the morning when the doctor returned. After that night Valeria had been itching to get her hands on Ryan as soon as he was healed, she was simply waiting for the call from Dr. Vasquez when he was well enough. When the day finally came, she was quick to answer the phone. She trusted Dr. Vasquez more than most, and of course, when he provided his recommendations, she took a few quick notes, and then proceeded to give instructions of her own." Bring him as soon as you're able, preferably under sedation. Warren and Darren will help you, of course. He'll likely need to spend the first few nights in the safe room just to. Adjust. I'll be here, but call me five minutes before you arrive." When the next call came, letting Valeria know that her new pet would be arriving in those next few minutes, she smirked. "Very good, Mr. Vasquez." Little else was required, but she quickly set to dialing the front desk of the high-rise, just to let them know who and what would be arriving, and there would be an attendant ready to meet the doctor and his charge at the back door, meant purely for deliveries. None of them would admit to ever having seen a thing, of course. They weren't dumb enough to cross the generous Miss Medina. By the time the elevator announced its arrival at the top floor, carrying inside it the doctor and her new pet, five minutes had passed. Valeria had just finished clearing aside a section of hanging garments in her closet, when the melodic tone rang through the apartment." Back here," she called out so that they could follow her voice back through the apartment, into her bedroom, and even deeper into the walk-in closet. With the section clear, she pressed her hands flat against the wood panel, and with a strategic press, the panel gave way, and opened up into her soundproof--even bulletproof--safe room, a requirement for anyone belonging to the cartel. Inside, the room was quite spacious, though simple in appearance. The walls were padded with black quilting, the floors lined with easy to clean tile, but along one wall was several hooks and chains. One the opposite wall was a row of cabinets, some stocked with a variety of dried goods and water, another filled with other. Toys. There was even a small bathroom for washing if needed." Strap him up, please, boys." she instructed, standing aside to let them do the heavy lifting. Ryan was bursting with questions, most of which had to do with the set of handcuffs securing his right hand to the hospital bed. He should be grateful, he supposed, that Dr. Vasquez (although he did not know the man's name) had gone to all the trouble of healing him, of setting his bones and so on, but he got the distinct feeling his mysterious patron wasn't having it done entirely out of the goodness of her heart. This wasn't a clinic, after all, nor was it a hospital; it was a warehouse, a grungy, dirty warehouse somewhere in the industrial district. He was starting to worry that his future had some sort of peril in it, some nebulous doom that he couldn't imagine. He felt, in other words, like a prize turkey being fattened up for the Thanksgiving feast. He contemplated overpowering the doctor, somehow, and trying to escape, but after two weeks of no food and no exercise, he was in no shape for it. His muscles were weak, he was thin and rangy, and his left hand was still useless. When the doctor came back, accompanied by two very large and physically imposing men, he knew that his escape plan was impossible. Best cooperate, then, and wait for an opportunity, no matter how long it took. But it was all for moot when the Mexican man produced a syringe and injected it into his shoulder. "What's that for?" demanded Ryan. The doctor simply gave him a strange smile. "It's to ensure that there are no problems," he said, enigmatically. He was obviously well-educated; he spoke perfect English." Problems with what?" But there was no response. Instead, the doctor nodded to the two large men. One of them was white, with a close-cropped beard and tattoos running all up and down his arms. The other was black, with a shaved head. Both were wearing sunglasses, and both could easily have gotten work as bouncers in the more fashionable kind of nightclubs. Between the two of them, they had enough muscles to intimidate an entire gym's worth of dude bros. Warren and Darren had worked for Valeria Medina a long time. They knew her. They knew that she could be a very dangerous woman when crossed, but that she also rewarded loyalty. She rewarded loyalty in more than one way, as both of them had found out on separate occasions. There was only one rule:Do not make more of my affections than what they are. Do not get jealous. She hadhademployees in the past who did not listen, who allowed themselves to become jealous, who aspired for more than what she gave them. They did not stay her employees for very long. The Medina family was an organization you simply did not want to fuck with, and Valeria could be very cold and brutal when she had to be. But she was a woman of very...singular passions, and as long as you did not question your place in the grand order, you were treated well enough. Ryan found himself starting to become groggy, like someone had wrapped his brain in gauze. The needle, he thought. "What..." he tried, his speech already beginning to slur, "d'ya do t'me?" Again, Dr. Vasquez smiled. He simply patted Ryan on the arm, like he was an obtuse child, and watched as the latter's eyelids drooped further and further. Within a minute, he was unconscious. Only then did he unlock the handcuffs, and remove the I.V. from Ryan's arm. He checked the bandages on his hand again, and then nodded to Valeria's men. Warren and Darren approached the bed, lifting Ryan off of it without much trouble and then carrying him outside to where the van waited. It was windowless, and Darren waited with Ryan inside it while Warren got behind the wheel. Less than an hour later, the van pulled up at the delivery entrance of the building which included Valeria's penthouse. The unconscious Ryan was strapped into a wheelchair, and then transported up the delivery elevator while the security guard on duty deliberately looked the other way. The homeless man was moved into the apartment, into the safe room behind the closet. He was moved from the wheelchair into another chair, a simple, unremarkable chair that contained no frills yet had an ample amount of padding enough not to be uncomfortable. Kyle's arms were lifted, and leather straps were tightened around his wrists (the left one carefully) and then pulled tight, but not too tight, so that the man's arms were outstretched to either side of him. His arms still had enough muscle tone on them to be obvious, but the last two weeks had taken their toll and the muscle was of the lean variety. His stomach was sunken in, concave, the faint outlines of a six-pack abs just barely peeking through the skin. It had been Dr. Vasquez's recommendation that he be allowed the chair, as his legs were weak and still mending. When Ryan came to, he was in a sitting position, and his arms were secured to the wall by a pair of leather manacles at the end of a length of chain. The walls were padded with black quilting, and the floor was tile. There were some cabinets on the opposite wall, and a space which presumably led to a closet or bathroom. Panic set in, and he tried to pull at the restraints, but they held fast. He gave up after a few tries." What do you want?" he finally demanded, in desperation. The safe room door was shut, but even so he might have smelled the fragrant wild rice and chicken soup that Valeria was in the process of heating up on the stove. She was no skilled chef, but she had freshly prepared meals delivered a couple time a week both for convenience and for maintaining her slim frame. After the doctor's phone call instructing her to feed him soft foods or liquids, she'd put in a special order just for Mr. Kyle. Heating up a meal was easy enough to manage, in any case. From the kitchen, she could not hear Ryan shouting. She could, however, see him as he struggled against his bonds on the tablet that was propped up on the counter just to her left. There was a live security feed from the safe room that she could use to keep an eye on him when she was preoccupied or elsewhere, or if she simply wanted to observe him from afar. With a quick tap of her finger, she enabled the audio and a groomed brow perked in amusement as he yelled and demanded information. Honestly, Valeria was surprised he had the energy for it. She transferred some of the now hot soup to a large mug--figuring the handle would be useful--and grabbed a spoon before she made her way back to the bedroom, winding her way into the closet. Once more, she pressed on the panel with one hand, and it protruded just enough that she could pull it open, the door swinging outward. The brunette stood there just a moment, clad in a pair of flowing black pants into which a crisp white blouse was tucked into, but only at the front in what some called a French Tuck. Her feet were bare, her toenails painted a deep, near-black red as she stepped carefully inside the safe room, soup in hand." You're making quite a fuss, Ryan," she noted, her face smooth aside from the slightest upturn at the corners of her mouth. "I've brought you some soup. From the looks of you, you must be starving." Valeria stood directly in front of him, tapping her nails idly against the ceramic mug in hand as she eyed him, taking in his lean, yet muscular physique. Even emaciated, his physique would have put Adonis to shame, and though it was not her first time seeing him, she was no less impressed. After she'd gotten an eye full, she turned to set the mug on the counter behind her so that the soup could cool. When she came back around to face him, she stepped close with a feline-like grace, her green eyes flashing with a restrained ardor. She did not stop until she practically stood between his thighs, and she reached her slender, manicured hand up to take his chin in her grasp. Wary that he might try to bite her, she kept her hold loose, but she took her time in getting a closer look. Last time she'd seen him, his eye had still been swollen and bruised. The other cuts had healed well, it seemed. It was clear from the look on her face that she liked what she saw." You're lucky I found you. Who knows how long you would have laid in that alley. You could have died, but you're safe now. I'll make sure of it." Ryan didn't try to bite her. His expression and general demeanor were that of supreme confusion and bewilderment, mixed with a bit of paranoia and fear. He was acutely aware that he was a prisoner of some sort--the restraints and cuffs allowed no other possible conclusion--but the exact nature of his confinement was uncertain, and the reasons for it more so. He did not resist as she came right into his personal space and took his chin in her hand, although his eyes sought her face out, demanding answers. Dr. Vasquez had done what he could, and what he could was rather substantial. Aside from the left hand, which was still in some kind of cast, Ryan's injuries had more or less healed. His ribs were still a little bit tender but at least he could move his torso without feeling like needles were being driven into his side. His black eye was gone, and the bruises on his face had healed completely. Ryan's ailments--again, aside from the left hand--mostly consisted of feeling weak and malnourished from two weeks without food, compounded by the amphetamine withdrawal. He was profoundly aware that the mysterious Miss Medina was an extremely attractive woman. She was exactly the kind of woman that, in a bar or at the club, the more confident guys would be attempting to chat up or buy drinks for, and the less confident guys would be completely intimated by. She had supermodel features despite minimal use of makeup, and her physique was a healthy kind of fit. Ryan guessed that she incorporated the gym or at least some kind of high-impact exercise on a daily or near-daily basis. Without her shoes, she reminded him vaguely of Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, in the scene where she danced the Twist with John Travolta. Of course, Uma Thurman had been blonde, while Valeria was brunette, with an olive complexion. He would have, in other circumstances, liked to ruminate further on her physical attractiveness and her current invasion of his personal space, but of a higher priority was the smell of the hot soup wafting from the mug. His stomach growled audibly, reminding him in no uncertain terms that he needed nourishment. But he was a man, not an animal, and he first needed to understand what was going on here. "It's not that I'm ungrateful," he said, carefully, so as not to offend his enigmatic patroness, "but am I a prisoner here?" To illustrate his point, he tugged on his chains, causing them to clank and rattle. He was surprised at how much effort it took. His body was losing muscle rapidly in his current state, and his wrists were already starting to complain. "I just want to know what's going on." He sought out Valeria's eyes again, his own cautious, distrustful, wary. Valeria was pleased to see that he did not try to lash out at her, and was confident enough that she let her fingertips gently trace the edge of his jaw. She carefully examined the masculine angles of his face, but as he spoke, her lips twitched ever-so slightly. Had she been expecting more anger, more fire in her handsome pet? Perhaps, but his questions were entirely reasonable." That depends on your perspective," she replied calmly, her fingers trailing back from his jaw to softly brush overtop of his lips. She stood close enough now that the fronts of her thighs brushed the inside of his, and after a moment, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she raised one leg and bent it at the knee to begin shutting her weight into his lap, the other following suite shortly after. Her other arm slipped around his neck, and she continued her exploration by combing raking her fingers carefully through his hair. It looked like it could use a proper conditioning, but she was glad to see it was clean at least." Some would argue that you were a prisoner before I found you. A prisoner to money, to methamphetamine." The brunette paused, her gaze dipping down to his mouth as she leaned closer yet, her breath hot against his lips. "Here, with me, you have a choice," Valeria purred, shifting slightly in his lap. "If you're loyal--truly loyal--you'll have everything you'll ever need. If you want to be difficult, I can work with that, also, but you're not going to like it as much." A wicked look flashed in her green eyes as her hands dropped to his shoulders, smoothing over the taut muscles. They never stopped for long, and soon they began to drag down the front of his chest. "I'm a well-connected woman, Mr. Kyle. A generous one, too, when I'm happy." Her eyes flickered back up to his for an instant, adding a suggestiveness to her words before a mischievous grin spread across her lips. "For now, you'll be restrained until I can trust you to behave, but if you show me you can be a good boy, then you'll start earning some privileges. Understood?" In the next instant, she pulled herself out of his lap and strolled to the opposite side of the room to retrieve the soup, knowing he'd be needing some food soon to begin getting his energy back. Stirring it briefly with a spoon, the brunette gracefully turned back to face him with an expectant look on her face. "Now. Let's get some food in you, shall we? You're going to need your strength." Ryan Kyle was confused. That was something of an understatement. He was, in fact, gobsmacked, befuddled, nonplussed, completelybewildered. In his experience, beautiful women did not just come up to him on the street and take an active interest in his well-being. Oh, he had had plenty of girlfriends, sure, and even more one-night stands, but there was always an angle, something that they wanted, even if it was to be the girlfriend of the prom king or the boy his graduating class voted Most Likely to Succeed. He'd even bedded an aspiring model or two during his time as a porn actor in L.A., but it had always been superficial and shallow, and he had never left the relationship feeling satisfied or fulfilled. And then, when he had lost his money and started his meth habit, the only women who would give him the time of day were fellow junkies, strung-out heroin addicts, or prostitutes. Certainly no well-connected powerful women. He squirmed a bit when she slipped smoothly, effortlessly, into his lap, and raked her fingers through his hair. In normal circumstances her mere proximity would have given him a five-alarm boner, but his body was a mess at the moment and the most he could manage was a half-hearted erection. He was actually a bit grateful for that, because he had no idea how the woman would react to that, and if it would affect her seemingly benign disposition toward him. When she asked him if he understood, he simply swallowed, his mouth dry, and nodded. He still had no idea what was going on, but he was at least smart enough to realize that the best chance of his future prospects lay innotpissing off his mysterious benefactress. Best play along, then, and play nice, at least until he could figure out what her ulterior motives were. When the soup re-appeared within view, his stomach gurgled again, completely on its own. Ryan had never felt so hungry in his life. He felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks, which in fact was exactly the truth." Yes, please," he quavered, opening his mouth so she could spoon-feed him, since it didn't look like she had any interest in releasing his manacles. Once more, she moved right in between his thighs, but she did not sink into his lap. Instead, she carefully scooped a little bit of soup out with her spoon with a steady hand. Valeria glanced at him as a bit of steam curled off the top of the surface of the liquid. "'Yes, please, Miss,'" she corrected, her tone firm before she raised the soup to her own lips to take a careful sip, partially to make sure it wasn't too hot, and also to show him that what was his, in truth, belonged to her. It was her own money and generosity that would feed him, and in time, he'd see that he, too, belonged to her. If all went well and with enough time, he might evenwishto be hers. When the temperature of the soup proved cool enough to consume, Valeria spooned out another portion, this time just bit of broth to start him off easy before she raised it to his lips. His mouth opened like a good boy, and she carefully tilted the spoon into his mouth with a pleased smile." There we go." she muttered, giving him a moment if he needed to work down the broth before she lowered the spoon back in once again. Valeria took great care in feeding Ryan, showing a side of herself that not everyone got to see. Just as she did in cleaning him a couple of weeks back, she enjoyed the tenderness of it, and it was her way of letting him know she would take care of him if he'd let her, that she wasn't really a bad person. Indeed, she did bad things from time to time, but only those who were truly naive thought morality was all black and white." Are you going to tell me what happened in the alley?" she questioned, her voice low as she concentrated on feeding him that next spoonful. Never once did she drip any on him or on the floor, and she would continue until he'd had enough. The symbolism of tasting the soup as an inherent claim on Kyle's person was completely lost on him. In fact, for some reason, the first thing that popped into his head as he watched her do it was that she was trying to prove to him that it wasn't poisoned. Perhaps it was just his paranoia, or perhaps he'd seen too many movies, but that was the interpretation he took away from it as she turned the spoon around and lifted it toward his own lips. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He was still confused about this whole situation--obviously, the woman was investing some considerable time and effort in him, not only to pull him back from the brink of death, to nurse him back to health, but also to keep him prisoner. The question was: why? He was a nobody. His parents were humble, middle-class folk; they would not be able to pay any kind of ransom. His mind was bristling with questions, so many that he simply didn't know where to start. One thing was for sure, though--the gnawing pain in his stomach was painful, and the soup smelled heavenly. And so he said nothing, merely contented himself to take sip after sip until the broth was all gone and the bowl was empty. His stomach clamored for more, but Ryan was self-aware enough to know that binging right now, even if the woman humored him, would be a bad idea. He dimly remembered watching the showSurvivoras a kid, how the contestants would have to live for weeks subsisting on little more than a bowl of rice a day. Occasionally the players would earn rewards in the form of a sumptuous feast, and those who gobbled it down without pacing themselves almost always ended up vomiting it all back up. He still wasn't sure what to think about Valeria Medina. The woman was obviously crazy hot, and seemed to command a great deal of power and influence, if the doctor and the bodyguards were any kind of indication. He had a vague idea that she was connected to the Mob in some way. Although what she wanted with himself was completely beyond Ryan's comprehension." What happened in the alley..." he mumbled, in response to her question. Furling his brows, he tried to remember. Chris, his ex-roommate, had been there; Ryan knew that much for a fact. He had been the one who shattered Ryan's hand, stomping on it until Ryan heard the bones crunch. He had never known there could be that much pain in the world. It had been all-encompassing, drowning out everything else, as if every single nerve in his arm had been sounding an alarm of pain at once. There had been two other men there, too, two of Chris' boys, who he did not know. Ryan couldn't remember too much of the beating, other than he had been in so much pain he had wanted to die. Even now, just trying to remember the incident triggered a bit of trauma, and he winced and tried to recoil away from Valeria. But the bonds held him in place, and in any event there wasn't anywhere to go." I..." he tried. "Chris. My former roommate. He caught me stealing from his stash. H-he had me evicted, but... I guess it wasn't enough for him. He... hurt me, I guess, to teach me a lesson. To make an example of me." Valeria could see that even talking about it was painful for the man, that doing so was summoning up echoes of the trauma. He blinked, and stared down at the floor, at her feet, blankly, almost as if re-living it in real time. "You've done well," she commented when he finished the soup, and stepped away just long enough to set the empty mug and spoon on the counter behind her. She'd save and reheat the rest of the soup for him later after his stomach had a bit of a break and his body's digestion system started working again. It was good in any case that he was able to keep it down. For Valeria, it didn't matter who he was, it was more that his present circumstances had offered her an opportunity. He was in need, and she happened to be looking for a new pet. Regardless of why, he was hers now, though she was certain he had yet to fully realize that. He would, with time. He would also learn that she was a dangerous woman when she had set her mind on something, and she wouldn't stop until that something had been fully realized. The brunette was quite patient when he at first struggled to recall the fight in the alley. After what he'd been through, it would take time, and it would likely remain a sore subject, but if she wanted to take care of it Valeria needed information. He recoiled, and she persisted, pressing closer, even reaching her hand to grasp his shoulder, hoping to bring him a morsel of comfort." Chris. Do you know his last name? Where he works?" she probed, her other hand reaching to take hold of his chin, gently raising his face so she could look him in the eye. The look in her eye was not as much stern as it was focused, intent on learning who this man was. She knew he was hesitant to think back on it, still haunted by the pain he'd felt and rightly so, but the faster he moved past it, the better. More than anything, she wanted to make it right. "Tell me." When at last Ryan gave her the information she was after, she gave his cheek an appreciative stroke. "Good." Pulling away from him quite abruptly, she turned to take up the empty bowl of soup before she slipped out of the safe room the same way she'd come in. For safe keeping, she shut the door behind her with a nudge of her slender foot, and fished her cellphone out of her pocket. Shortly after, she had Darren on the phone." I need you to head over to Mission 6." For a few hours, Valeria had busied herself with making phone calls and handling e-mails, mostly business related. On occasion, she checked the feed of the safe room just to make sure her pet was okay, but she knew it would be time to feed him again soon. More soup. As she got up from her desk and strolled out of her home office to the kitchen, her phone vibrated in her palm. With a quick glance, she saw that Darren had come through on his orders, as he always did. She would have to reward him well next time she saw him. Once the soup had been reheated in a similar mug, Valeria slipped once more through the closet and opened up the safe house. The initial routine was quite the same as the last time as she placed the mug on the counter, and pulling up the video on her phone, she held it out to Ryan so he could watch. The camera was initially a bit unsteady, but the phone's flashlight shined across Chris Mentos's panicked face. Ryan could hear his voice, begging for mercy as Warren held his arms behind his back. Soon, Darren stepped into frame to deliver a hard punch to Chris' gut, knocking the breath right out of him. Valeria didn't know who was recording, but it didn't matter. Darren had friends from prison that he trusted with his life, and she knew he wouldn't put her or her business at risk. The video continued, but by the end, Chris was near unrecognizable; his face bloodied, his body limp--not lifeless--and deposited back by the dumpster out back of Mission 6. Valeria didn't say anything at first as she looked down at Ryan, waiting to see what his reaction would be, but there was a fiery pride that flickered in her green eyes. "He will live. Under the condition that he and his friends stay away from you." She paused, glancing him up and down blatantly before she moved to retrieve the soup. "After you eat, I want to get a good look at the rest of you." Ryan couldn't think of any reason to withhold anything from the woman--although he still wasn't sure about her motives, it wasn't like he had any reason to be loyal to his former roommate. Any debts he might have incurred, any sins he might have committed, against Chris by stealing from his stash were made up for, and then some, by the beating he got. As far as Ryan was concerned, he didn't owe Chris anything. And so he told Valeria everything that he knew, Chris' last name, the bar where he worked, everything. He was completely forthcoming, again, because he couldn't see any reason not to be. The brunette seemed like she had something particularly on her mind as she left the room, taking with her the empty bowl. She strode away like a woman on a mission, a woman with purpose, and she was gone before he had a chance to say "so, um....do you think you could let me out of these handcuffs?"---When she returned, Ryan was already starting to look and feel much better. His stomach was still growling at him, but it was a healthy sort of hunger, the kind which is reminiscent of a healthy appetite rather than simply being on the threshold of starvation. His bladder was starting to make itself known, and he fidgeted lightly in his seat, hoping that she would return before the need to relieve himself turned into a three-alarm emergency. His stomach churned at the sight of the refilled mug, and Ryan was happy to see it, but he remembered to plead his case before he once more lost the opportunity. "Um, Miss," he began. The doctor had told him the woman's name, he was quite sure of it; but, much to his chagrin, he couldn't recall what it was. He was sure that it began with a V. Victoria? Veronica? "Miss," he said, as soon as she reappeared, "do you think you could let me out of the restraints? I need to...um..." he wrestled with trying to find the appropriate words, something that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot or like a ten-year-old child. "I need to piss," he eventually settled on. But this time, before she would respond, she showed him her phone. Confused, he watched as the video began to play. As he realized what was happening, that Chris Mendoza, the man who beat him within an inch of his life, was apparently enjoying the same treatment at the hands of, he assumed, the woman's goons, his expression went wide with...well, not horror, exactly, but astonishment. He stared at the video, and then looked up at Valeria, and then back to the video again. When the violence stopped, his former roommate looked even worse than Ryan imagined he had. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. It was all too strange, too weird. He supposed he should feel grateful, he thought, but in fact what he felt was more confused than ever. "Um," he said. "Thank you." He hoped it sounded sincere. He certainly wanted to seem grateful. But all he could think about--aside from the soup, and his bladder--was the thought:what does she want from me? All Valeria ever wanted was loyalty; the kind that couldn't be broken. She wanted her will be done and without question. In return, she offered protection, resources, comforts most people would never have. Having Chris Mentos punished for how he'd left Ryan was just the start, and an offering of sorts. She would protect him like family if he could give himself to her. Fully. After the video was finished playing, and he said his thanks, she quickly deleted the video from her phone. With the device still in hand, her eyes flickered up and refocused on him, trying to read his reactions and thoughts. He was, of course, still confused, slowly adjusting to his surroundings, and working through the circumstances. In a way, she couldn't blame him, but she would have liked a little more gratitude. Eventually, she sighed, deciding to send Warren a quick text, requesting his assistance. While he was weak, she still didn't yet trust him enough not to attack her if she was going to unchain him and allow him to relieve himself, so it was best to take precautions. Even so, it would take a handful of minutes for him to arrive from downstairs." Thank you?" she questioned, deciding to leave the soup aside for now as she leaned close, anchoring her hands on either side of the chair. "That's all I get? I taught that prick a lesson because he fucked with you." Her voice was low yet firm, but it was clear her patience was wearing thin. She was certain he didn't want to witness her temper. "Maybe I should just let you piss yourself, that way I can make you sit in it..." She straightened up then, folding her arms over a chest. A few minutes later, she heard the elevator arrive with a fainting, announcing Warren's arrival. He knew precisely where to find her, and slowly made his way back to the safe room, stepping just barely inside. Lifting a hand without looking at him, she signaled for him to wait. Maybe I should just let you piss yourself, that way I can make you sit in it... Ryan's eyes went wide as soon as the words sunk in. Nowthe other shoe had dropped. The angel, as he suspected all along, wasn't really an angel after all. He was still confused as to what, exactly, she wanted from him, but it was clear she wanted something; she wasn't merely doing this out of the goodness, the kindness of her heart. Two things were clear--one, she apparently expected him to be grateful for her act of vengeance on his old roommate; and two, his first reply had completely failed to satisfy her. The woman, clearly, had a temper, and Ryan was sure he didn't want to provoke it. Not in his current state, at least. Survival instincts kicked in, and despite the surreal situation, his mind raced desperately, trying to imagine what, exactly, it was she wanted to hear." Thank you very much... Miss," he said, remembering her preferred mode of being addressed. "I appreciate everything you've done for me." He decided to elaborate, hoping it would help. "For healing me, for nursing me back to health...for looking out for me. I owe you, big time." Laying it on thick, perhaps, but he couldn't think of any reason why pissing her off right now was a good idea. Besides, hereallyneeded to go to the bathroom. He began to rock, slowly, back and forth in his seat, trying to will the pressure on his bladder to relent before biology overcome psychology. It was a battle of mind over matter, and right now mind was winning, but only barely so. She looked down on the man and watched his demeanor change, his eyes widening, the way his Adam's apple plunged as he gulped. A little fear went a long way, and though she really just wanted his adoration, she knew he would come to understand his place eventually. After living so long in what he thought was a man's world, she would have to teach him all about the order and the hierarchy he would fit into when he was ready." Better." For a moment longer, she was content to watch him squirm a little bit. His upper body rocked, visibly uncomfortable, and she considered teaching him just how much he needed her mercy by robbing him completely of it, but in the end, her hand which had been extended out in front of Warren dropped to her side. Perhaps a bit of kindness was just what he needed. With a flick of her fingers in Ryan's direction, she signaled for the man to release him from the bonds securing him to the chair. Warren looked down on the other man with a strange look in his blue eyes, pity mixed with. Something else. Was it envy? Stepping aside once Ryan was assisted to his feet, she gestured towards the door behind her which lead into an entirely tiled bathroom. On one end, a large shower head protruded from the ceiling, the floor slanting ever so slightly towards the drain in the middle. On the other was a toilet and a small vanity, equipped with the essentials like toothpaste, spare toothbrushes, a cream face wash, and a hairbrush. Most of it was stored under the sink and out of sight. Warren assisted the man inside to the toilet and stepped back, at which point Valeria strolled inside. Standing beside him, she leaned her hips back against the vanity, folded her arms over her chest, and proceeded to watch him carefully." Go on." For a heart-stopping moment, Ryan didn't know if his expressions of gratitude had been enough. He didn't know if he had told the woman what she wanted to hear, if she was satisfied. Her bodyguard, the white one, with the physique that looked like it had been chiseled from granite and arms that looked like snakes were writhing underneath his skin whenever he flexed his arms, stood ominously in the doorway, and for a moment Ryan feared the young Miss Medina would order him to inflict violence. He winced, steeling himself for the inevitable assault. But it didn't come. He risked opening one eye, and saw the woman staring at him with an expression that indicated that his response, while still lackluster and lacking in earnestness, passed muster--barely. He visibly sagged with relief when the large man produced a small key and began to unlock his shackles. First the left, then the right. The moment they were free, his arms dropped, no longer held up by the chains. His wrists were sore and red where the manacles had secured him, his arms still weak from the weeks of recovery. But he managed. Keeping his eyes on Valeria, Ryan stood, slowly, still fighting the unbearable pressure in his bladder. He made his way to the tiled bathroom she indicated. He gave all of it save the toilet only a passing inspection, as he had other very pressing concerns on his mind. Furthermore, he shuffled quickly to the commode, dancing from one foot to the other, as his fingers made clumsy work of his belt buckle and zipper. Furthermore, he let his pants fall down to his knees, eagerly anticipating the moment of sweet relief--when a sixth sense informed him that something was not quite right. Prolonging the torture just a bit longer, he risked a glance over his shoulder--and saw the woman leaning against the vanity, arms folded over her chest, watching him. In his younger days, Ryan had always suffered from what was known as Shy Bladder Syndrome. Simply put, he couldn't urinate when there was someone else in proximity. In high school, he could never use the urinals if there was someone standing directly next to him; he avoided the bathrooms as much as possible for that reason, and when he had to use them, he always found a way to use the stalls, and the privacy they afforded. Now, however, it appeared he didn't have that luxury. Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes, and tried to pretend she wasn't there, without success. Fortunately, biology overcame psychology, and a tinkling trickle turned into a full stream as the pent-up pressure was, by degrees, eased. The relief was so palpable, Ryan almost didn't care that there was a woman watching him piss. He simply continued to stand there until the last few drops had been shaken free and a blessed lack of pressure in his abdomen made him sigh audibly. Purely out of force of habit, he reached out and depressed the flush lever, watching as the golden liquid in the bowl was sucked away by the whirlpool. Still basking in the sense of relief, he began to zip and buckle himself up again, then looked around awkwardly, wondering if Valeria expected him to wash his hands or not. Unless she stopped him, he would move to the sink, and do just that, soaping up his hands and rinsing. Some habits just simply died hard.

Breaking Him In (Remiel & RipTide)|rating:3.0

The Heritage Hunter

IOC: This thread will be initially developed by Countess DeW inter and Tony_GAM. Once it gets a good footing we will open it up for other characters. The story line is:The evil Lord Gregg has invaded a medieval land called Farnsworth and captured all the young nubile woman and slaughtered the men. He has brought his slaves back with him to his castle, Ramstein, to create a new empire. Among those captured was the Duchess who had been betrothed to Bowden, Price of Farnsworth. Bowden and a small group of men had been out hunting when the attack occurred. There was a female character also with the hunting party. Bowden must search for the Duchess for it is his destiny to marry her; she is to become his heritage. Characters:Lord Gregg and Prince Bowden played by Tony_Duchess and unknown female played by Countess DeWinterGuards, soldiers, an evil witch for the Lord and other slaves and wenches will be added. We anticipate that Farnsworth is a magical land inhabited by strange creatures and that Lord Gregg has been given evil powers by his witch.IC:Prince Condense could smell the stench of burning bodies a mile away from the town. We sensed what happened but once we reached Farnsworth our mind could not comprehend what our eyes would vision. All the men and elderly women were piled high in the center of town, burning. Every article of pottery, food and metal, all the horses and wagons were gone. Blood was everywhere the eye could see. A message had been scrawled into the body of a victim. It read:Bowden. To allow the Duchess to live, do not follow. Gregg. I did not hesitate. I instructed the other men to go out into the countryside looking for any survivors. Furthermore, I was on my way to Ramstein. Furthermore, I told them to meet up in several days at the old ruins. The women begged to come with me, so I agreed. Lord Gregg"Well Duchess, you are finally where you belong. You will bear me a family to conquer the world, but first I will enjoy the beauties of your body. Tomorrow will be a day you will remember for eternity." Gregg finished his words as he slipped his hand inside the shawl the Duchess was wearing. He let his hand grip her breasts hard while dragging his forked tongue across her neck. "I think I'll show you the rest of my lair now," he added as he used her hair to pull her to her feet. Duchess"Tomorrow will be a day you will remember for eternity." The horror of this day was still fresh on my mind, scenes of it playing back over and over whenever my eyelids closed. I would not concede defeat, however. Somehow, I would find a way out of this evil beast's clutches. I would somehow, someway, find my Prince again. I tried to shut out what Lord Gregg was saying, but his last words settled onto my soul like a heavy dead weight. His tongue, demonically forked, snaked out to lick across my neck. His hot breath made my skin crawl." I will never surrender to you," I stated with finality...only to be pulled to my feet by my hair and drug from the room. I finally found my feet as he came to a stop just inside another room down a dim hallway. Candles lit the small enclosure and my eyes widened as they lit upon a rack...stockades...chains dangling from the ceiling...and a cabinet against the far wall. It was partially open, and what I could see inside made me wish death would take me now. DrucillaI watched the Prince from a distance. He raged at the sight of the dead and especially at the message. I managed to insinuate myself nearer to him and begged to be allowed to assist him in searching for his love. Love. Even the thought of the word was distasteful. That blonde wench we now hunted didn't deserve Bowden. I hoped silently that Gregg would simply eat her after he was done...it was rumored he had such appetites. Bowden would then need someone to comfort him. As unobtrusively as I could, I dispatched the rest of the women to other tasks, then followed Bowden. If we found the Duchess.......if. Prince Bowden did not want Crucial to come along at first, but she could be helpful. She had a sense about her when it came to direction and I would have to rely on her ability." Drucilla, come with me but be warned. Your reputation proceeds you as a conniver of life. I will trust your direction and guidance but don't deceive me. I would cut off your head as quick as if it were Gregg's." We headed off into the woods with Crucial leading the way. I was not sure why she wanted to help, but the sight of a pretty face would be comforting at night. We would walk for several hours, I planned, before setting camp for the night. Lord DreggDraging the Duchess with him, Gregg walked toward the end of the hallway while he said, "You will learn to give yourself to me whenever I want you, or you will suffer great humiliation." Taking her into a dimly lit room Gregg threw the Duchess onto the floor ahead of him. "There's some food there on the floor, leftover from the guards, eat it so you get some strength. I don't want you fainting once my fun begins." Gregg pointed to some heaps of fat lying in a pile under the table as he walked to the far wall. He removed a brown bottle from the wall and walked back to the Duchess. Looking down at her, he extended his tongue down the full length of the bottle and slugged the drink. Pulling on the hair of the Duchess once again to make her stand he demanded that she drink from the bottle. Raising the bottle to her lips, his hand groped at her ass and his tongue delved into her torn shirt. DrucillaMy feet were tired by the time we finally made camp. We ate a fairly decent meal around the fire with me gradually coming to sit next to Bowden." You realize what Gregg has probably already done to her, don't you?" I asked softly, not turning to look at him, keeping my eyes on the fire. He merely grunted in response." She's probably even dead already," I ventured, even softer. His eyes turned sharply to me, but I kept my eyes on the flames. I rose finally and fetched a blanket for each of us. "We'd better sleep. You'll no doubt need your strength for tomorrow." During the night, I slept "fitfully," such that I came to roll right next to Bowden. Perhaps I should try to entice him now... One hand slipped out of the cover and stroked his cheek softly. Duchess nearly gagged when he suggested I eat the bug-infested mess lying on the floor. I would sooner die. Actually, eating that might be a short step up from agreeing to his "pleasures." I curled into a small heap on the floor when he stepped away, thinking he was leaving me there. Instead, he walked back to where I lay and pulled me to my feet by my hair again. I screamed in pain, and he took advantage of my open mouth to shove a dirty brown bottle inside, tipping it and forcing me to swallow the vile liquid inside. His hands roughly groped my body while his tongue darted down into my torn bodice. I nearly choked on the liquid, but managed to swallow it. Almost immediately, my head started spinning, and all strength left my limbs. Were it not for Gregg's hands on my body, I would surely have fallen into an ignominious heap on the floor. I was unable to move, and so unable to resist when Gregg's hands came to rip away my dress, leaving me bare on the cold stone floor. Prince TowdenDrucilla's words concerned me for I knew of Gregg's methods. He was a notorious being capable of anything evil. Was my Duchess still alive? I walked into the moonlight, looked skyward and prayed upon the north star "Hear my message bright star and shine it upon the Duchess. I am coming for you, stay alive. Stay alive." I hoped that my words would reach her before it was too late. The night air was cold and my body weary, so I set about preparing for a night sleep. Crucial had brought blankets, and we placed them by the fire. I kept my sword nearby as I trusted no one. I watched Crucial as she made ready for sleep. She had a slender body, not much to offer a man, but there was a certain charm about her. A short while later I felt her hand on my cheek. "Stop" I instructed Crucial, "I do not think of you that way." Crucial looked cold and frightened by my words, so I said, "Lay your body close to mine for warmth. I can't have you die." My body became tense as she rested hers upon me. My thoughts might betray me should I not fall fast asleep. I closed my eyes. Lord Gregg"Yes, drink it down...ah hahaha hahaha. You will succumb to me in the end my Duchess. We will have many children to father this land, and then I will throw you to the beast god for I will be done with you." Just then Gregg stopped laughing and let the Duchess fall to the floor. He reached down and tore what was left of her clothing from her body. "Are you ready for me my dear?" But before the Duchess could answer, Gregg walked to a small wooden door. It was about a foot wide and across and Gregg somehow shrank his body to fit inside. He emerged with two creatures of strange description. Their heads were like bear, but their body like a weasel. He walked them to the Duchess, tieing them so they were only inches from her body. She tried to crawl away but Gregg pulled her back and tied her to floor bolts spread eagle." This will be pleasurable," he said, "for me." Flashing his tongue toward the Duchess he opened a jar and let honey drip onto her legs and crotch. "And some here would also be good," he added as he stuck his finger inside the lips of her privates." Beg and I'll put the beasts away. Beg to suck on me," Gregg bellowed. The Duchess refused and Gregg untied the two beasts who promptly began to lick and suck at the honey. Their tongues full of rasps and striking at all of her most private areas. Ah hahahahahahahahaha, Gregg laughed as he walked out of the room. DrucillaBefore I could scramble away, I was bolted to the floor, my legs spread most unladylike. Lord Gregg quickly drizzled sweet honey on my exposed sex, even dipping his finger inside me to coat me with the honey. He disappeared into a small box, returning, full-sized with two impossible creatures." Beg and I'll put the beasts away. Beg to suck on me."" Never!!" I screamed, only to hear him laugh and walk away, leaving me alone with the animals. They quickly skittered toward me and began licking up the honey. Their tongues were rough and somewhat painful on my most tender of skin. Tiny claws dug into my thighs and belly as they held on to me. One finally hit my pleasure-button and I screamed, immediately biting down on my lip to silence it. Its tongue snaked up inside me making me frantically squirm to try to dislodge it. I felt the first prick of teeth and let loose with the scream that was building." Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!" ending in a strangled cry. DrucillaHe didn't think of me that way. I sighed, but cuddled close to him, seductively grinding my hips in a way I hoped wasn't obvious. Somehow I would make him forget about that blonde bitch. She didn't deserve him. I did...and if I could just get my hands on her fortune.... I fell asleep, finally, dreams of riches and lovers dancing behind my eyes. Prince TowdenThe sound of flying woks crashing through the treetops awoke me to the dawn of a new day. I stretched and turned to look at Crucial; she was gone. Nervously, I stood and reached for my sword, which I quickly learned was also gone. I crouched by the remains of the fire and cautiously turned in a circle listening for any ominous sounds. Suddenly, I heard singing and Crucial appeared. She had used my sword to kill some rabbits, which we proceeded to eat. She was being useful and not her normal meddling self. Afterward, we set about our way. Coming upon a small wooden bridge over a deep gorge we were met by a keeper. “We wish to pass”, I said, “Please open the stop rail.” The keeper replied that he would let me pass but not Crucial, he wanted her as payment. I was tempted to comply but when I looked at Crucial her face looked terrified. “No, she is my woman, and she comes with me,” I replied as my hand slid to my sword. The bridge keeper let us pass and once upon the other side Crucial turned to me and said, “Your woman?” and kissed me. I tried to move away, but she was stubborn, and her kiss lingered for a while more. Finally, I broke free and said, “We must continue, there are many hours still ahead of us.” Beginning our journey again, I found myself thinking about Crucial’s kiss as her lips were like a good wine; one always wanted more. Lord DreggDregg walked to his chamber and left the beasts to do their work. “NOOOOOOOOO”. He could hear the sounds of the Duchess shuddering the rafters throughout the castle. He did not care as he sat motionless and caused his heart to stop, his breathing to cease. This was a gift his witch had taught him. He would use it to hide from his enemies when a sound could give him away. He practiced the trick whenever he could to perfect his ability to use it. Breaking from his trance he turned and said, “Mole, go to the woman, clean her up and bring her here to me. Mole was an elderly man whose tongue and manhood were cut off by Gregg many years earlier. He was shriveled with no hair but his hands and chest were large. He walked with a gimp and could muster no speed. Entering the torture room, Mole saw that the beasts and the Duchess were asleep. He untied her and carried her to the basin where he began to bathe her. The Duchess awoke in horror, not knowing the man, but he nodded his kindness to her and she felt safe. There was much blood on her body and her thighs had been torn. The very essence of the Duchess’s womanhood had been exposed to the beasts' whim. Once cleaned, Mole gave her some sheer cloth to wear, and he took her to Gregg’s chamber. They entered the room and before the Duchess could say a word to Mole he was gone. She never saw him leave. “Don’t worry about him dear, he’s always nearby,” came Gregg’s voice from the shadows. “Sit in the chair,” he commanded. The Duchess walked to the large stone chair and sat down to feel the coldness of the rock which only increased her fear. Gregg approached her and while letting his tongue lick at his breasts he put a bowl of foul smelling liquid on the table in front of her. “Look upon it,” he said, and when she did, she could see Crucial and Bowden embraced in a kiss. “He has abandoned you for the slut, he is not coming to save you.” Gregg then pushed her face down into the liquid, laughed and said, “That’s the piss of dogs, and you will be mated with them if you tell me wrong. I want to know where Bowden hides his wealth. Tell me or you will regret this day.” Crucial“No, she is my woman, and she comes with me. A knowing grin stretched my lips as Bowden and I resumed our journey. Once on the other side of the bridge, I stopped him." Your woman?" Quickly grabbing his head, I pulled his lips to mine for a lingering kiss. He broke free and bade us continue our journey...but I could see the effect it had had on him. As we walked, I used every subtle trick I could distract him. I led the conversation in many areas which could be considered suggestive. I touched him, casually, every chance I got. Finally, I "tripped," feigning an ankle injury." I'm so sorry, Bowden," I said with mock sincerity. His frustration and anger were apparent. "We have much farther to go! I will have to leave you here." He began to walk away, and I had to think very fast." Wait!!" I shouted. "Just let me bind my ankle and I will be fine." While he watched, I lifted my skirt (higher than was really necessary) and tore off a strip of my underskirt." Would you help me?" I asked softly. With a grumble, Bowden knelt down in front of me, taking my ankle in my hand. Slyly, I pulled my skirt up over my knees while he gently wrapped the cloth around my ankle. Duchess wizened little man was bathing my naked body when I awakened, sending me into tremors of fright. I screamed and tried to get away from him, but he calmed me with his tender hands and soulful eyes. He wouldn't speak to me, but made himself understood with his eyes. When I was clean, he gave me a cloth to wrap myself in and led me to Lord Gregg's chamber. The cloth was completely sheer and did nothing to hide my naked form. My eyes were on Gregg the moment I walked into the room, so I did not see the little man leave. Gregg told me to forget about him and to have a seat at the long table in the center of the room. The stone chair was so very cold it made me break out in goose flesh and my nipples to stand firm against the fabric over them. I felt Gregg's eyes before I felt his tongue sliding over them. He bade me to look into a bowl of liquid that was so foul-smelling I nearly vomited. In the murky fluid, shapes began to take form and I gasped when I saw my Prince, my Bowden kissing a strange peasant woman. I cried out and tears fell unheeded down my cheeks.“He has abandoned you for the slut, he is not coming to save you.” Gregg's laughter taunted me. I drew a breath to refute his accusation, but his hand on the back of my head pressed my face into the bowl. When he let me up, I sputtered and coughed, crying in earnest.“That’s the piss of dogs, and you will be mated with them if you tell me wrong. I want to know where Bowden hides his wealth. Tell me or you will regret this day.” My eyes widened in disbelief and I wrenched away from him, fleeing to the fireplace. "You may as well kill me now," I declared. "I will never betray my Prince. Never!!"" Oh, I have no intention of killing you," Gregg replied coldly, his forked tongue flicking out. "Yet." The lascivious gleam in his eyes made the blood in my veins freeze. I was wondering if I could play Lord Gregg's highest Knight under him? Countess camp; Tony said: IOC: This thread will be initially developed by Countess DeW inter and Tony_GAM. Once it gets a good footing we will open it up for other characters. Click to expand... Prince Bowden'Just let me bind my ankle', Crucial called. I did not want to stop, but my soul made me return. Taking the piece of cloth torn from her underskirt I began to wrap Crucial's ankle. I placed her leg across my knee and held her ankle in one hand. Her skirt was above her knee affording me a view of her upper thigh. It was milky and looked to be strong. It would please any man to touch. I took her leg in my hand and told her to move her ankle. It looked weak, so I said, 'Your material is too loose I will have to use some of my legging cloth.' I tore a strip from the top of my thigh to the knee to use as better binding. I felt Crucial watching me, and it caused a rise in my manhood. Furthermore, I bound her ankle with the new cloth as I once again looked at her thigh. 'We must go for we have lost too much time,' I said to remove myself from her beauty. We traveled for several hours and came upon a brook where we decided to rest and eat. I started to leave to secure food when Crucial went into the water to bathe. Her wet clothes hid nothing of her charms and I would be hard-pressed not to join her when I returned. I had walked a short distance into the woods when I heard screams from Crucial. I ran to her voice and came upon her encircled by water snakes seeking her flesh. It was apparent that one had already bitten her thigh, but she was still fighting. Together we were able to drive them back into the water but then Crucial collapsed. She was alert but weak. The venom was having an effect and I knew that I must cut her thigh and suck out the deadly juice. Lord DreggDregg's face started to contort and twist into that of a madman as he approached the Duchess. He stood before her with his head enlarged, his eyes bulging and his teeth bared. He reached down and pulled her to his face. Placing his teeth on her neck, he allowed them to scrape across her skin as he said, 'I could take your blood easily, but I have a better idea.' He took her back to the torture room and where he strapped her to a long table. Her back was bent over the table, her arms outstretched and secured and her feet tied to the floor. Her lower torso sat on a small shelf so it was pushed up and out towards Gregg. Dregg clapped his hands and two maidens entered the room. Both were naked and young with perfect bodies. They carried a box which they gave to Gregg. He opened the box and said to the Duchess, 'I will have much pleasure watching your pain with this toy.' He held up a device resembling a tube about 8" in length with hooks attached above and ridges on the sides. Furthermore, he handed it to the maidens who approached the Duchess.' No, No' she screamed to no avail. One maiden attached the hooks to the outer folds of her precious virgin area while the other placed the tube at the opening to her ass. Gregg then stood behind the Duchess and looking down over her face said 'Let me know when to stop them'. With that one maiden slowly inserted the tube into her ass as the Duchess tried to control her muscles. However, the more she clenched, the more the hooks would pull apart her lower lips. The tube went in further and her lips were stretching more than ever before in her life. The other maiden began to lick and nibble at the virginal inside tissue of the Duchess who was beginning to experience both pleasure and pain. Dregg, told the maidens to stop and ordered, 'Now give me some sign of affection or tell me about his wealth and I will let you rest,' as he lowered his face closer to hers and exposed his tongue to her mouth. DrucillaI could sense that looking at my tender thighs had affected Bowden. I smiled naughtily as he turned his back to catch his breath. The next several hours of travel were slow-going, and I was indeed ready for a rest when we stopped alongside a wide brook. Towden went immediately to find food and I stepped quickly into the cool water. It felt wonderful to clean my clothes and my body. Bowden looked back at me, with my dress plastered to me, then turned and nearly ran. I stripped off the dress and laid it across a small bush to dry then skipped back into the water. Within moments, however, I felt something slither against my leg. I screamed, spinning around in the water, seeing several water snakes. One slid between my thighs, its fangs sinking into the tender flesh there. I struggled toward the bank, but the snakes were numerous enough to prevent me. I screamed again for Bowden, and he came crashing out of the woods. Using a branch and his sword, he killed what snakes did not flee and pulled me from the water. As soon as I no longer had the water to body me, I collapsed at his feet. I fought to keep my eyes open, my hands trying vainly to cover my breasts and my womanhood. Duchess angered him. I knew I would. He coveted Bowden's fortune, and it seemed he would do anything to get it, including killing me. But kill me he would have to... I would not betray my Prince! Dregg drug me once again to the hideous torture chamber where he strapped me to a strange table-like contraption, ripping away the cloth I'd wrapped around my body. He clapped and two nubile young women appeared. At his command they began to attach a devise to my delicate femininity, then press something I couldn't quite see into a place nothing had ever gone before. I screamed and tried to resist, but doing so created an incredible pain between my thighs. One of the women then dipped her head between my legs and began to lick and tease me. I cried out at the forbiddenness of it...but could not deny the pleasure it caused. Over and over, waves of pain and pleasure threatened to sweep me away. As soon as I would concentrate on one, the other would take over. When I thought I might lose consciousness, Gregg's face appeared before my eyes.' Now give me some sign of affection or tell me about his wealth and I will let you rest." I gasped and tears gathered in my eyes." My love is for Bowden," I declared on a tortured breath. "I will never betray him, in any way!" At his gesture, the maidens began concentrating on pain-giving rather than pleasure. I screamed as though I would never stop. Gregg's demonic features continued to torment my eyes, even when they closed. I cried incoherently, but did not tell Gregg what he wanted. In a fit of anger, his hand clamped on my tender breast and squeezed my nipples painfully. Prince TowdenThe water snakes had found their mark and bitten Crucial on the inner thigh. She was semi-conscious, but I knew the venom would soon take effect. I removed my tunic and shirt and placed them over Crucial as she had removed her dress to bathe. She was wet, cold and starting to fade away in front of me. I had to act fast so I took my dagger and cut two lines into her flesh on top of the snake bite in a crossing pattern. I placed the forefingers of each hand to the side of the cuts and pressed her flesh tightly. Using the dagger once again I scraped her flesh clean of debris and placed my mouth over the wound. Crucial was in much pain, yet she withheld from screaming which caused me to fear it might be too late. Sucking as deeply as possible I could feel the stinging taste of the venom begin to enter my mouth. I continued for several minutes and noticed Crucial becoming more alert. I ceased sucking on the wound and started to kiss the cuts I had made. Her flesh was tender yet strong and its taste very invigorating. I slowly moved my lips around her thigh, ever farther from the wound, desiring more and more of her flesh. My hands clutched at her hips pulling her body closer to me. My teeth would nibble her thigh as I moved my mouth higher up her leg. Crucial’s hands were on my head directing it in a motion which would lead to the most private part of her body. I sucked at her thigh one last time, paused, raised my head to gaze upon my intended target as I moved aside my tunic covering her. I wanted Crucial now and lowered my head... but why was this happening to me my mind was screaming. Lord Drenthe Duchess was faithful and would not yield to Gregg. He grasped her nipples with each hand and from the tip of each finger curved claws suddenly extended. He placed a claw on each side of her nipples and proceeded to pinch them together. Simultaneously the maidens pushed the tube further within the Duchess as they pulled on the hooks holding her private lips. Blood started to pour from her nipples, her screaming at the highest point when suddenly Gregg and the maidens ceased.‘I sense you would soon die then give me what I want’, Gregg suggested. ‘That drink you took should be working now which will allow you to feel what I am about to show you.’ Gregg untied the Duchess and brought her to one of the windows. He waved his arm which made a fog appear within the window and said, ‘Look closely.’ The Duchess could see a snake biting Crucial’s thigh and the sequence of events leading up to Bowden longing for Crucial’s fruits. ‘Those were my snakes, and they did not carry venom but a drug to control Bowden’s desires,’ said Gregg. The Duchess could suddenly feel Drucilla’s passion and new she would not turn the Prince away. She became wet between her legs just as Crucial most assuredly had become. She was feeling exactly what Crucial felt who was about to give Bowden all of her pleasures. ‘There is only one way to stop the drug from working,’ he continued, ‘and I think you know what you must do.’ Gregg pulled the head of the Duchess towards his face, moving his lips close to hers as his other clawed hand groped at her ass. ‘A passionate kiss is not too much to save your love, is it?’ he asked. The Duchess looked at the window once again and turning towards Gregg she noticed his breath was foul and his lips full of blood pus. She took a deep breath and... DrucillaI started to feel my head clear the more Bowden sucked on my thigh. Each touch of his lips felt as though a weight was lifted from my chest and I could breathe and was aware of the world around me. Soon, though, his lips were no longer confined to the wound on my inner thigh, but began traveling all over that sensitive region. His touch now made my legs tremble. I wanted him with a lust so strong it threatened to overwhelm me. I reached out and held his head in my hands as he gripped my hips, his mouth hovering over that most delicate spot at the juncture of my thighs. Looking down at him, I found his eyes glazed with lust. How did he come to this state after rejecting my advances so well just moments ago? I did not care. Holding his head, I pulled him closer to me and felt his lips touch me where...well, notthatmany men had before. Duchess screamed until I was hoarse. I feared he would permanently scar my breasts with his claws as I watched the blood pour down my chest. The pain between my legs was white-hot, and I tried with all my might to block it out, but I couldn't. I screamed until the only sound that issued from my throat was a ragged whisper." That drink you took should be working now which will allow you to feel what I am about to show you." As Gregg said those words, I began to notice a strange tingling between my thighs. The maidens had ceased their torment, and the sensations went from painful to pleasurable. I didn't understand until Gregg dragged me to the window where once again he magically conjured up a vision of Bowden and that woman. He was between her thighs and there seemed only one purpose for a man to be between a naked woman's thighs. I gasped as I felt hot breath and kisses on my naked inner thighs. I heard Gregg explain why Bowden was cavorting with this common woman and why I was feeling her pleasure, but only through pain-clouded ears. Pain both in my tortured body and in my heart. And yet, I could not be completely sure that I was seeing a true vision. Gregg was the very incarnation of evil, and I knew in my heart that I could not trust him." There is only one way to stop the drug from working," he said, "and I think you know what you must do. A passionate kiss is not too much to save your love, is it?" His face moved close to mine, his lips barely a breath away from mine. Part of me wanted to give in and stop Bowden from what he was about to do. But I knew in my heart that Bowden was not going willingly into this act. He was forced as surely as if someone were holding a sword to his back. I could not hold him accountable, no matter that it might break my heart." Never," I hissed at Gregg, gathering my wits and my courage once again. "I will never willingly yield to you. I would sooner die." Dregg's face became a mask of red rage, and he struck me across the face with the back of his hand, knocking me to the cold stone floor. I lay there, panting. My eyes mocked him from where I lay." You would have better luck did you try to mate with a scratching and kicking animal than you will with me!" I saw a light go on behind his eyes, and evil light that made his eyes seem to glow. I began to fear I had given him some new idea of torture. Prince TowdenTowden looked at Crucial lustfully and lowered his head between her legs. His tongue started a journey along her inner thighs, licking upward, pausing now and then to nibble at her muscular yet sensitive skin. Finally, pulling her hips close with his hands his mouth reached its destination. He gently sucked at her most private part and felt a response from Crucial urging him to do more. His tongue began to lick at her sweet lips and the hood of her femininity. He sampled her sweet taste causing his body to thrust against Crucial. His manhood rising to sense her hot and eager pleasures. Bowden let his hands drift upward above her waist and caress Crucial’s firm breasts. His palms pressing them together as his fingers swirled around her nipples. His hips were now grinding and pressing hard against Crucial enabling her to feel the hardness of his desires. Towden raised his head and looked deeply into Crucial’s eyes. She noticed they were completely glazed with white as he said, “Giselle, you are here, you are finally mine. I want you Giselle.” Lord DreggDregg was outraged that he still could not get the Duchess to disown Bowden. “Mole,” he yelled, “take her to the tower and put her in the feeding room.” Just then the older man who had no tongue stepped from the shadows as if he had been there the entire time. He escorted her through several floors of Ramstein finally ascending a flight of stairs to a round chamber. The room was barren save for several hooks in the center of the floor and three small slotted windows. Mole walked the Duchess to the center of the room and motioned her to lie on the floor. He then tied her spread eagle to the four hooks embedded into the stone. He glanced at her caringly and left the room. The Duchess was naked, and her body was cold with fear. Just after Mole left, Gregg entered leading in four creatures by chain. They were strange beasts with the bodies of monkeys and the faces of pigs. He secured each beast to a separate hook to encircle the Duchess. The Duchess noticed that each beast had a penis larger and thicker than any men could ever become. It had thick matted hair with what appeared to be ridges of stone near the top. She sensed what was about to happenDregg, standing over the Duchess said, “When I am done here, you will desire me more than any man.” He then rose into the air and floated in a prone position above the Duchess, lowering his forked tongue upon her breasts scratching at her nipples. The beasts became excited and started to jerk on their penises. The more Gregg licked the more they jerked. “No, no,” the Duchess yelled as Gregg’s tongue caused her nipples to harden with pleasure. The pace of the jerking motion quickened as Gregg’s tongue now probed at the tender hairs between the legs of the Duchess. She could not deny the pleasure as her body become wet but did not want to yield. Gregg laughed as each beast reached the pinnacle of excitement and jerked their thick brown juice upon the Duchess. Some exploding on her breasts and some on her face. To her dismay their penises were still hardened from their excitement. Lowering himself to within inches of her body Gregg stared into her eyes and let his clawed fingers rest on her breasts. “HAHAHAHAHAH,” Gregg laughed and then said, “Now will you love me or shall they continue?” Poof: Suddenly she was untied, Gregg was gone and so were the beasts. Or were they... DrucillaTowden expertly played my body as though it were an instrument designed for his pleasure alone. Each touch wrung a cry from me. My body felt aflame with desire which would finally be quenched. He drugs his head up to stare into my eyes and for a second, I saw what I wanted to see. I saw the love in his eyes. I saw his wanting me. ME. But as he began to speak, I saw the truth. His eyes were magically glazed such that I knew he couldn't see me. He was seeing whomever the person wielding the spell wanted him to see. In an instant, I knew who he thought I was. His precious Duchess.“Giselle, you are here, you are finally mine. I want you Giselle.” I cried out softly from the pain in my heart. But the hunger in my body needed satisfying. One tear slipped down my cheek as I bid adieu to my pride and held out my arms." Yes, my love, my Prince," I said. "Love me, love your Giselle. Make love to me!" With fluid grace, Bowden rose above me, one hand at his waist loosening his pants. Duchess The sticky brown substance landed on my face and my body repulsing me. I tried to block the smell from my mind and welcomed Gregg's imposing form as a diversion. He licked at my most intimate parts, trying to make me react, trying to make me want him.“Now will you love me or shall they continue?” I opened my eyes and looked squarely into his. "I would rather be raped by these beasts and torn asunder than to give myself to you," I declared bravely. "I willnevergive myself to you. I will never love you!!" The enraged Gregg howled, his creatures howling with him until I thought my head was filled with madness. His eyes flamed with anger and I felt their heat on my cold naked flesh. Fear finally made me close my eyes. I had thought I would regret it, but now I sent a silent prayer heavenward for that night just before Bowden had left. We had enjoyed a quiet dinner together, and I had meant only to let him kiss me goodbye, but his kisses ignited a fire in my heart that only one thing would put out. It had hurt at first, but giving Bowden my virtue before we were wed was worth it. Now, I could look this vile monster in the eye with no fear. He could not take that precious gift. I opened my eyes again to look boldly into his. "There is nothing you can do to make me surrender to you. Bowden will come, and my conscience will be clear." Stubbornness was often a virtue.

The Heritage Hunter|rating:2.0

A new school, a new pupil (LilFawn x Tanakalian)

@LilFawn===============He had been a teacher for so many years at the same school, that people thought of him to be part of the furniture. And when new pupils started addressing him with his first name, even before he had to introduce himself, he knew he had to move. He’d been looking around, until he finally found what seemed to be the perfect place. Always sun, always warm weather, sea very close, perfectly behaved students, great teacher-team. It seemed like a dream, and when he sent his application, including CV, he got an answer the next day that he was hired. His record was so impressive they said, that they knew they wanted him. He handed in his notice, would work up to Christmas, sold his house and found a lovely little cottage at the beach that needed some work, which made it cheaper. He left the place he lived and the school he worked when there were two feet of snow and when he arrived at his new house, the sun was shining, and it was warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt. He spent Christmas doing up his new house, a lovely little place with two bedrooms, a large country-kitchen and a tiny living-room, typical or the region, he was told. His nearest neighbor lived more than a mile away, something he loved as he valued his privacy. And it meant, for the first time in many years, that he could be the nudist he was at heart. Walking around naked in his house, without anyone being able to watch him was pure bliss. He had a good body, at his age. He kept fit, by walking long distances and an occasional hike and now with the sea at his doorstep, he’d make sure to go for a swim every morning. Standing at 6’5”, a gift from his father’s line, with medium length curly brown hair, eyes the colors of every part of the rainbow, it all depended on the angle from where you looked at him, he was often mistaken for a man a decade his real age. He had never married, even though he had plenty of flings, girls seemed to be attracted to him like bees to honey, but he was extremely picky. He wasn’t a man for a one-night-stand, even though he had had a few in his life, he loved his girls young, somewhere around 18, 19. Furthermore, he always had a favor for girls that were late teens. And he had made sure that every year he would have a new one, to tutor one he set his eyes on in the first class of the year The principals at his previous school had never found out, the girls he took under his wing ranked among the top students in the country, and at the same time he taught them all about deeper and darker sexuality. There had been a few he had introduced to BDSM, who had welcomed his life-style, but so far he’d never collared one for real. When he got appointed, he had told the head of the school of his methods, of him tutoring one girl, and that he insisted on doing the same. At that time there had been contact between the schools, and it was accepted that he would tutor a girl, on his terms. It was only when he entered the town the school was located that he remembered the place. He’d visited it on a round-trip through the region, spending one night in the town that he hadn’t remembered the name of, but while he walked through the main street, he saw the club he’d been in and fucked a hot girl. And while he passed there, he wondered how she’d be doing now. But it was a passing thought, there was no reason to think back of a fuck, when there were so many new girls to be had for him and a young, eighteen-year-old student he would take on as his personal pupil. He didn’t need to start until the next week, but after the email and telephone conversations he had with the head of the school, he had arranged a meeting for coffee, to get to know each other and be introduced to the other teachers. It was a good meeting, he felt he fitted in, he wasn’t the oldest teacher, but more than one mistook him for younger, which he only smiled about. There was one teacher, a woman perhaps fifteen years his junior who tried getting to know more about him, but she was totally not his type and a bit too old for his liking. After the meeting he was shown a small office, it seemed all teachers had one, a room that would be perfect to have one-on-one sessions with his pupil, before inviting her to his own place, for more private matters. He spent the rest of the week discovering the town, keeping to his own promise to go swimming every morning, and it had been the most wonderful preparation for a new job. On the Monday he dressed in a pair of light cotton trousers, with a casual shirt. He had been told there wasn’t a dress-code for teachers, and with the temperature unseasonably warm, it was the best outfit he could find. He arrived at the class-room assigned to him, had a look around and looked at the presence list in front of him. It was going to be one of the girls on the list, but he had no idea which one it was going to be. He’d know, a couple of minutes into the lesson, sort of love at first sight feeling. The moment he saw the girl, he knew it was going to be her. He wrote his name down on the black-board. Douglas Copland, then sat down, it would be another few minutes before class would start, and he started thinking what the girls would be wearing, with the weather so hot for the time of year. Lucy Gwen had been living in this town for her entire life, ever since she was born to a single mother. She never knew who her father was, but her mother owned a portrait of her father that showed his detailed features. She only had a chance to see it once when she was still a child, and she never saw it again. It was never a big deal for her growing up only in her mother's care. She followed her mother's surname, and her maternal family showed her lots of love that made her into who she was now. Standing at 5'6", she was a blooming 18-year-old teenage girl who had a bright future in front of her. She had a long blonde hair that ran down to her hips, pretty crystal blue eyes inherited from her mother and she had the sweetest smile ever able to melt anyone's heart. In addition, she was a smart girl, and she had excelled in her studies so far, making her a popular girl in school with quite a number of secret admirers. It was Monday, yet another normal school day but today the class was in a buzz because a new teacher would be coming in to teach them. Lucy was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and short jeans in this hot weather, showing off her slim body and long legs. It was one of the best things attending this school - it didn't have a dress code and the students were allowed to wear whatever they wanted as long it was not too exposed or indecent. The other girls wear T-shirt or camisoles, filling up the classroom with youthful energy. When the new teacher came in, the whole class was excited but quiet as they silently judged the new teacher who would teach them for the rest of the year. There was a strange sense of familiarity about the man at Lucy's first sight of him, but she couldn't remember when she'd seen him before. Douglas Copland was his name. Lucy silently whispered his name, but there was still no recollection of having heard his name before. Lucy sat in her seat as she waited for the class to start, to listen to his first few words of teaching. His voice, a deep bass baritone, was warm and vibrant, and when he started his first class at this new school, he had already decided which of the girls was going to be the one he’d offer private lessons. The moment she walked in he had known. He never picked a girl on looks, he just didn’t have a type of girl. There were some features that he preferred, a slim body being one, and he always had a fancy for smaller breasts rather than large ones, but even that wasn’t a reason to not take a girl on. And with this girl, with her long legs and long blonde hair, it was a hunch, something about her that told him she would be suited better than others. She had an aura of confidence around her, of a girl who was probably one of the popular girls, but a twinkle in her eyes that he thought to see, made him think in her heart she was a submissive girl, no doubt with her realizing or even knowing what it meant. He started class with calling out the names on his presence list, putting faces to names and when he called out her name, Lucy Gwen, he smiled a little broader, almost unnoticeable, for he liked the name Lucy. The next fifteen minutes he spent discussing his methods, that he would try to give every one of them as much personal attention as possible, but that he, in return, expected them to do much more on their own. Over the years he had refined his methods, starting fresh out of education by going through the textbooks word by word, but that wasn’t his forte. Give pupils space to do a lot of self-work and thus have more time to spend time with them on an individual basis. He had been told by the principal that he had taken over from a teacher who, like him, had moved to another school, and that all his classes should be where they were supposed to be, something he indeed quickly found out. It made his life so much easier, if the pupils would be up to scratch with their curriculum for his class. He was, as pupils at his old school had told him numerous times, a natural teacher. A man with power in a class, for letting them free. It sounded ridiculous in his ears, but he took the compliments as they came. The rest of the time, he let this class work on their own, to continue from where they were, without him interfering or guiding them. It was a first test, it gave him the chance to observe the pupils, who was better at working by themselves, who would need more steering. When bell rang for the end of the class, and they all got up, he held Lucy back. ‘Can you please come to my office, on the first floor, after school? There is something I want to discuss with you’. It was all he said to her, knowing full well the girl would be surprised about his command for her. She had given no reason for him to be mad at her, or have dismay in how she was in class, and undoubtedly it would make her think the rest of the day what he wanted to discuss with her. But, all in good time, it would become clear to her, and he hoped she’d take him up on his offer. The rest of his day, three more sets of pupils, all younger than his first group, went by as smooth as a lovely lacy thong, and since he had a free period the last hour of the day, he was in his office well before he was expecting Lucy. He was ready for her, was she for him? It was but just a normal class of the day for Lucy Gwen, as her friends around her started gossiping about how hot they think the new teacher was and the reason he was single till now, she remained quiet as she took in all the information spreading around her. Sometimes she was fascinated with how fast news move along the school, she wouldn't be surprised that in a few more days they would find out the deepest details about their newest teacher. Although she was popular in school she remained indifferent to most things, but there was something special about this teacher for her. Not to mention the strange familiarity, but also his peculiar method of teaching. The students were all impressed by how he let them worked on their own, already labeling him as one of the best teachers they encountered in their lives. After the bell rang signaling the end of the class, Lucy was indeed surprised when he held her back and asked to see her. At first, she thought she had done something wrong but later a student who came from the teacher's office told her that Mr Copland might be interested to take her as his personal pupil. News always spread fast in the school. For the rest of her classes, she'd been wondering what was the meaning of 'personal pupil'. She never had any troubles in her studies till now though there were still hiccups along the way. After going through all the classes of the day, the school bell finally rang signaling the end of classes. As the other students rushed back to their home sweet home, Lucy took her bag and made her way to the teacher's office on the first floor. She located his office very easily, his office was still brand new after receiving its new resident. She knocked politely on the door seeing that he had been expecting her. "Good afternoon Mr Copland. You are asking to see me after school?" She said as she took a seat in front of him, waiting patiently to hear what he wanted to discuss with her. He eyed the girl up and down, as she sat down, just a friendly gaze, without a clearly other intention than to monster her. But his mind was racing, all kinds of images popping up in his head, of the things he would love to do to a girl like Lucy. ‘Yes, welcome, thank you for coming. Here’s what I wanted to discuss with you’. He paused for a second or two, pushing back the wicked thoughts and forming the words in his head. ‘I have been a teacher for a very long time and each year I have taken on one pupil as my personal project. I love to guide and train such a pupil for the time after school, to give them the best preparation there is. It’s never about getting grades up, most definitely not in your case. I have seen in your file that you are a good student. It’s always been about the extra curriculum. Call it life’s lessons. But, of course, it’s also a bit of tutoring, to help you work towards your exams. I am not going to give you any cheats, don’t expect the questions up front, you will have to do it all on your own, but I could help you handle with the stress of the exams’. Once more he paused, the first and most important bit he had said. He looked the girl in her eyes, never breaking from his direct gaze, trying to figure out her thoughts. It could well be that she didn’t need it, or even that she didn’t want it. It had happened before occasionally, girls that refused him on his offer, which was all fine. Furthermore, it was an offer, not a demand. He had never forced anything on a girl, they had to enter the private relation with him voluntarily and everything that would happen was going to be voluntarily. To him, that was the beauty of it, to get a girl to the point that he could do anything with them, the girls begging him to take things much further than they had dreamt of, or expected. ‘I know that for this school it’s a strange offer, but I have discussed it with the board when I applied. In fact, it was the sole condition for me to take up this position. I know it works, former pupils who have taken me up on my offer are all exceeding in life. One is even on her way to rise high in the ranks of a political party’For the third time he paused, but all three had been small ones, not really giving Lucy the time to interrupt, for now it was good enough for him that she had the time to process his words and his offer. ‘I realize it is a lot to take in, I know it’s an unusual offer, especially for here as I just said. I want you to think about it carefully and thoroughly, perhaps talk it over with your parents, or make up your mind on your own, you are, after all, an adult. It’s Monday now, shall we agree that by Wednesday evening at the latest you give me an answer?’ He picked up a card from a small pile on his desk, which had his school email-address on there, but on the back he wrote his personal emaildcoup@hotmail.comand his mobile phone-number down. ‘These are my personal details, Lucy. You can reach me there at all time. I really hope you will accept the offer. For now, that’ll be all, unless you have any immediate and pressing questions you wish to ask?’ Lucy sat politely on the chair as she listened tentatively to what the teacher had to say to her without any idea of his intentions. He sounded convincing and reliable when he proposed his project to her, but it did leave her wondering what were the details of the extra curriculum he wanted to teach her. Whatever it was, it must be something good that would benefit her in the future, she thought, and there would be no reason to refuse. As he talked, she stared into his face and tried even harder to recollect when she had seen him before. He had just moved into this place, and she had never gone out of here before, so it was highly unlikely that they had met each other before. Perhaps he appeared in TV before? She wondered. But she kept all the thoughts to herself as he finished telling her the details without giving her any chance to interrupt. It did sound like a good project, any good student would adore undivided attention from a personal teacher. Better yet, she got it for free. "Thank you, Mr Copland. I will go back to discuss with my mother and think about it." She answered as she took the card from him. "There were no questions from me, Mr Copland. I'll let you know my answer by Wednesday." She said, as she stood up and left his office after saying goodbye. Her heart and mind were both telling her to accept the offer, there was no doubt about it. But still, when she got home, she went up to her mother who was working as a clerk for a couple of years now and asked for her opinion. When she showed her mother the teacher's name card, for some reason she saw that her mother seemed to be lost in thoughts. "Mum. Mum!" She called to her for a few times before she snapped out of it. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I was out of it for a while. My baby girl, I think you are big enough to make your own decision now. You can decide whether to take the offer for yourself, but I believe the project may take up quite a lot of time from you. You can go for the project if you think you're ready." Her mother told her, but Lucy could sense that something was off. It was until the next day after school when she came home, she realized her mother was sitting in her bedroom looking at a portrait. Her heart thumped at the sight of the portrait, it was the portrait that she had seen once before when she was a child, but it was the person's face that sent goosebumps down her skin. It looked exactly the same as the new teacher's face, but a bit younger than how he looked like now. Mixed emotions turmoiled in her heart, but mostly it was a positive feeling. She had always assumed the man was her father, although her mother never admitted it to her. She knew it was pointless to ask her mother, her mother wouldn't talk about it. Her interest in the new teacher surged greatly. She wanted to get to know him, how he was like, and how he was related to her and her mother. Therefore, on Wednesday evening after school, she came to his office again, knocking on his door and letting herself in like before. She was ready to tell him her decision, with a delight in her voice at that. "Mr Copland, I am here to tell you that I want to accept your offer to be your personal pupil. Please take care of me." No matter how many girls he had taken under his wing, the days between making the offer and getting an answer were always a bit nerve-racking. He had to continue as if nothing had happened, give his usual classes, but inside he was always a little bit anxious. Would she, wouldn’t she? When the Wednesday arrived and lessons past, and he still didn’t have an answer he had nearly given up, but after school, when he was back in his office, he heard a knock on the door, with Lucy entering, and before he could even greet her, she told him she’d accept the offer. ‘Excellent! That makes me really happy. I can promise you now that this will be a year you will remember for the rest of your life’. He got up from his chair, walked around his desk and shook the girl’s hand, before sitting on the edge of his desk, much closer to Lucy. ‘When a girl accepts my offer to become their personal mentor for a year, the very first thing I do is to invite her for dinner. I have learned, over the years, that food and perhaps some alcohol, often provides common ground to delve deeper into what I am expecting and providing. Such a meal gives us both the opportunity to get to know each other, in an informal setting’. He paused for a few moments, he knew his next words, but this too was a bit of a nervous moment.‘I want to invite you to come to my place this coming Saturday, unless of course you have other plans, for that dinner. If you can make it, and I sincerely hope so, please come to my place for 6.30 in the evening. I live right by the beach, a little out of town, so it is perhaps easier if you come by taxi. Whatever costs you need to make I will repay you. Once again, you don’t have to immediately give me an answer, tomorrow is early enough, because I will need to go shopping and perhaps take into consideration if you have food you don’t like to eat’. In his experience, girls jumped to the opportunity to visit him at his home, at least they had done so at his old school. While he had always been one of the most popular teachers, he was very secretive about his personal life and only the girls he took on got a glimpse of it. His thoughts returned to the very first girl he had invited to his home, a little over a decade ago. The first couple of years he hadn’t done that, he did take his personal pupils out for a meal, but one girl bluntly asked him if instead of going out, she could come to his place. It had been a fabulous night, and he promised himself to make a tradition out of it. But, moving to a new place, a new school, he knew he had to build up his reputation again and definitely not overstep his mark too soon. Lucy would be something of a test for him. ‘Right, it’s getting late, and I’m sure you want to head home as well. You know where to reach me’. He got up from the edge of the desk, picking up his bag, and waited for Lucy to get up as well, letting her leave before locking the door. The first thing he did when he got home, was strip himself of all clothes. He felt really restricted wearing them, but knew full well that in a school he couldn’t exactly walk around naked. He grabbed a bottle of Richard, an aniseed liquor, pouring a small glass and sat down on the couch. Lucy's smile lit up on her face as he was as delighted as she was when they agreed on the project. "I agree." She answered when he told her it would be a memorable year for her, as she thought about how to form a meaningful bond with him. Maybe at one point she would find out why her mother had his portrait at her house. She shook his hand back as she listened tentatively to his talk. It still came as a surprise for her when he invited her to his house, although he had voiced out the reason behind it. But on second thought, it was a chance for her to get to know him personally. When he saw her to the door, Lucy took a while to tell him her decision, not wanting to look eager. He was an attractive man for his age, and she believed that there would be girls who would jump on the chance to go to his house. As much as she wanted to know him, albeit not for romantic reasons, she didn't want to portray herself as that kind of girl. "Mr Copland, I'll be happy to have dinner with you at your place. I'll be there by 6.30pm if nothing else happened." After that, she left the office with him, secretly thinking about the dinner date that he had planned for them. It made her wonder what did his earlier students thought of him before. Was he an excellent teacher? That thought left her excited with the possibility that he might be her own biological father whom she'd never met since birth. After she got back home, she let her mother know that she'd be out on Saturday night for a personal mentoring session with a new teacher from school, hiding the fact that he was the same person from her mother's portrait. She had taken his number, and messaged him to let him know she'd be fine with anything that he wanted to prepare for the dinner. Time passed, and it was finally Saturday, the day of her meeting with the teacher. As was decided before, she took a cab to the address given to her to his house, a pretty out of the town place near the beach. She had dolled herself up pretty for the occasion, with light makeup and lipstick, wearing a colorful blouse dress that hugged her curves and ran down to her knees. She admired the scenery outside the window of the cab as it took her down the windy roads by the beach, imagining all kinds of situations that might happen at the dinner, anticipating it more than she first thought. Even though he knew that he would need another week or two to really find his bearings at the school, his feel for all the various vibes any school naturally had, his first week had gone more than good. Better than he had hoped for. Of course, the fabulous weather, his new house by the beach, remote as could be, and most importantly, the fact he had found a girl who seemed every bit perfect as his private project. It was a shame he had started halfway the year, but perhaps if things would progress the way he hoped, they would stay in close contact during the summer and when she would start her University or college education. On Friday-evening, after classes, a few of the teachers had taken him out for a meal and a few drinks, curious as they were to get to know him and a little too investigative about him taking on a student for private mentoring. The thing that had stood out for him in his first week, was that news travelled very fast. The school was much more open than his previous one, it seemed there were little or no secrets to be held, which was something he made a good mental note of. For if he would enter a sexual dominating relationship with Lucy, they would have to keep it to themselves for at least half a year. Of course, he had dealt with such a situation more often, he knew how to keep his cards close to his chest When he woke on the Saturday morning, he walked straight from his bed into sea, without bothering to put on swimming trunks. He swam for half an hour, then rested on the beach for another half hour. And as he had hoped, and expected, he was not disturbed. Not even a lone walker with a dog was to be seen. It made him convinced that within his own house, and the stretch of sand and sea closest, he could be naked at all time. He had a light breakfast, then taken a shower and got dressed, for he had to go into town to get the ingredients for a meal for the evening. But before he left, he looked around his place, trying to imagine how an 18-year-old girl would view it for the very first time. As his living-room was tiny, he had put his most valued possessions in the kitchen, which took up nearly three-quarters of the first floor. It was more a kitchen-diner than a country-kitchen and in the dining part, he had put up a large book-case, with writers from every part of the world, and behind glass doors, on two shelves his forbidden books. Nabokov’s Lolita, some books by DAF de Sade, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, books that were all about sexuality in its riskier forms. And he had hung one very large painting. It was a very explicit painting, the hands of a girl, spreading her vagina wide open, receiving a large load of male sperm. But there was no penis in the picture, the load of sperm was hovering, shooting, towards the girl’s vagina. The painting was made by one of his former pupils, a girl who was now a respected painter and had several expositions in large cities. She has signed it with her own name, of course, but not many people had ever seen it. To his pleasant surprise there was a market going on in the town center, and he got fresh fish and lobster, for he was going to make a wealthy fish-soup, along the recipe for the French Bouillabaisse. When he got home, after also buying some red and white wine, and a local liquor based on aniseed, he started preparing the soup five minutes after he got home. The five minutes he needed to strip off his clothes and only put an apron on. When he walked down, and saw his image in the mirror, he had to laugh, for he looked ridiculous. He put on the lobster first, cooking it, then cutting it to get its gorgeous flesh. He prepared the soup, but turned it off once it was done, to reheat it later. The rest of the afternoon, he spends in quietness, reading a while and having a small nap, before heading up to his bedroom to get dressed for the evening. He put on a light pair of cotton summer trousers, despite it being January, and a thin blue polo. The two items of fabric were the only two he was wearing, when he made his way down. He was right on time, for in the distance he saw the taxi approaching. He opened his front-door, even before Lucy had made her way out of the cab. When she walked up to the door, he put his hand up in a greeting. ‘Welcome to my humble place, Lucy. You look absolutely amazing. Please come in’. He led the way into the country-kitchen and helped her sit down, with the young girl facing the large picture. ‘I’ll grab some white wine’. Lucy's eyes widened in interest as the cab slowly approached the little cottage by the beach. She had not expected that Mr Copland would be living in an isolated cottage by the beach, but she could understand why he did so, the outside view was amazing and there was a stretch of sand outside exclusively for himself. The weather was sunny all year round in this place, and it was no surprise that he would opt for a cottage by the beach for himself to enjoy peace and solitary. She had heard that he was not married, but nothing much beyond that about his family background or personality. As she admired the view of the cottage from the cab, she saw the front door opened and Mr Copland came out of it. After she got out of the cab and paid the fee, she went up to him with a sweet smile." Thank you, Mr Copland. Your house looks wonderful." She replied politely and shook his hand. Although she had agreed to become his private student partly due to her own agenda, she had not yet being briefed about what the program consisted of. He would probably brief her about it during the dinner. His house looked cozy enough to live in alone, and once she entered the living room, the smell of delicious food wafted through the air from the kitchen. She looked around the place, pretty certain that he was living on his own from the look of it before she was led to the kitchen. His kitchen told her more about him. She immediately noticed the huge picture in front of her, slightly appalled at first sight but then realized that it was a painting from a prestigious painter in the world. As he went off to bring the wine, her eyes scanned the large book case by the side, all the book topics insinuating darker sexuality. At that same moment, she came to a realization about the private project he had in mind for her. The girl in the painting was young, around her age, so that must be the project he had been doing ever since. Instead of being frightened and running away, it only made her more curious about how he was like. The question still remained: what was his relationship with her mother, and her? She wasn't going to head home without an answer. So she continued staring into the picture with both fascination and curiosity, and that was what Mr Copland saw when he returned with the white wine in hand. He had witnessed several different reactions by the girls he had given the opportunity to see the painting. Some were appalled by it, some only glanced over it and gave an indefinite answer to his questions about it. But while he made his way into the kitchen part, to get the white wine from the fridge, he followed Lucy’s little exploring trip and was watching her as she studied the painting. The look she had on her eyes was so different from any other girl. He realized that by now she must have concluded he had a clearly sexual mind, the books and the painting gave that away, yet he couldn’t know she was wondering about their relation, all he thought was if she would figure out he wanted to have her and dominate her. He put both glasses on the table, sitting down in one chair, with Lucy’s glass in front of the chair right next to his. Furthermore, he wasn’t going to sit away from her, he wanted to have her as close as possible, as a way of testing the waters, figuring out how far she would let him go. If anything happened, and he didn’t think there would, it would perhaps be a kiss. He was convinced that eventually he would have her the way he wanted, yet it would start out all very vanilla. He turned in his chair to face the girl at her side. ‘I see you like the painting, at least, that’s what I conclude from the way you look at it. She, the painter, is one of my former pupils, and it’s a self-portrait, or rather, it’s the girl herself in the painting’. He had never had sex with the girl, not intercourse, but they had done some stuff together, he had fingered her once and licked her twice and she had sucked him on a couple of occasions, but that was as far as she would ever go. And he had never in his life forced a girl to do anything she didn’t willingly want to do herself. ‘What do you make of it? About the technique used, about the scene pictured? And would it be something you would hang in your own room?’ He always asked the same three questions, and he had never gotten a similar answer, but in Lucy’s case he was more curious to her answers for the way she had been looking at the painting. ‘Please, come sit down with me, before you answer my questions, I want to propose a toast’. He waited for the very pretty girl to sit down next to him, raised his glass to her and before taking a first sip, spoke again. ‘Here’s to you, and to me, and to our upcoming year. I am certain it’s going to be magical’. He took a sip, let the wine flow around his mouth, before swallowing it, put his glass down and looked at the girl attentively, ever so curious to what her answers were going to be. Lucy's thoughts were interrupted as Mr Copland placed the glasses on the table, noticing that he decided to sit close to her. There was a strange atmosphere surrounding them, as if he had indirectly let her know what he wanted, and now he wanted to know her response. Lucy had to admit herself that she might be a more peculiar girl than the others, most probably due to her background of being born to a mother who worked in a pub. Her mother was a woman who frequently fell in love at first sight with men she was attracted with, even if the man did not give her long term commitment. Her mother was more open-minded in that way, to love just for the fun of it as long as both of them were happy. So needless to say, she frequently had flings or one-night stands with men who came to the pub she worked in, and she was a result of it. At that thought, she listened to his tales about the painting, as she absentmindedly held the white wine within her fingers after she sat down next to him and gave him a toast. "Thank you, Mr Copland." After she took a good sip of the wine, she put her glass down as well as she turned to look at him." It was fascinating that she would decipher sex, or rather sexuality in that way. It has always been a topic deemed to be taboo in our community, but to put it into a painting, drawing a self-portrait of herself, shows that she has a very special kind of relationship with you." She replied, unsure if he liked her answer. "I am always open-minded about sexuality and things of that kind, maybe because of my mother's influence." She continued, looking at his response. "I don't know who my father was ever since I was born, I think he only fucked my mum once and left her, not knowing that she had his child after that. My mum. Well she has had many men before in her life, but her only family was me, a child she bears with a special someone to her, I guess." She said with a tinge of sadness in her eyes. Her mother had given her a lot of love, but it still felt different without a father." Is this the purpose of this private project? I heard that all your past pupils were all girls too." She said, trying to gauge his intentions and the reason he invited her to join his project as his private pupil. He listened attentively and carefully to the girl, smiling for the right questions she asked, about the real purpose of his project with her. No girl had ever been so quickly in seeing his deeper meaning, and it felt welcoming to him. The way he was thinking, if Lucy indeed thought this, not just the tutoring, but also a sexual relation, was where it would be heading, but instead of running away, staying and asking him these questions, he felt she could well be up for it. But while he was processing his thoughts, of how to break it to her, the thing about her father popped up to the front of his thoughts. There was something about it, which made him think back to the time he had been holidaying in the region. Yes, it was true he had fucked a girl in a bar, but it wasn’t in the town itself, it was in some club out of town. But then again, the time could be right. What would the odds be? Him fucking a girl, who then got pregnant with a girl who he was now inviting to become his newest personal project? Impossible, he quickly concluded. The odds would be zero. He pushed the thought back, happy with himself that Lucy could never ever be his daughter. He made no attempt to touch her, as for comfort, took another sip of his wine, before speaking up. ‘First, girl, if you are indeed going to be under my wings for the next year, I think you can stop being so formal. Please call me Douglas. But if that’s too informal for you, I’d rather you call me Sir instead of Mr.’ He finished his wine, refilled his glass and took another sip. He wasn’t a heavy drinker, nor did he drink fast, but the first glass he had only filled with a small bottom, purely for the toast. After putting his glass back down, he continued.‘Word travels fast around these parts, Lucy. Unfortunately it’s not entirely true. While most of the pupils I have mentored and tutored, especially the last ones, were girls, I have had guys under my wings as well. But male students especially around your age are, in my personal experience, not eager enough to really better themselves. And I am not willing to spend my time on someone who thinks that solely the fact of having me as their personal tutor is going to bring them advantage. All advantages that come forth from our cooperation, like with all the others, are entirely you own doing. Only if *you* want to better yourself, you can achieve that’. He emphasized the word ‘you’, trying to make it crystal clear that the girl had to do it all by herself.‘But, and that much is true, if we are to become close, where I have a role of becoming your confidant, very intimate details of your life, and of mine, will be discussed. Yet, you really have to take my word for this, nothing will ever happen or talked about, that you do not wish to happen’. Easy for him to say, he thought to himself, everything usually happened in the same pattern, the girls would come to him with questions about his books, and about darker sexuality, and they would almost certainly happily submit to him. But, it had to come from the girl, freely, willingly and voluntarily. Further along the line, he thought, if the girl was a little shy about herself, he would do some nudging, but he already knew that with Lucy that wouldn’t be the case.‘Now then, if you give me ten minutes, I will finish our food. If you want more wine, please feel free to take it, there is plenty more’. He picked up his own glass and got up, walking to the stove and turning the heat back up under the large pan, he put the lobster meat in, and while stirring, he added seasoning to his taste. When the soup started boiling he turned the gas down to the lowest setting, picked up two large bowls and together with spoons put them on the table. He gave the soup another stir, tasted it once more, and turned the heat off, carrying the pan to the table, where he filled first Lucy’s bowl and then his. ‘Bon appétit, girl, I hope you like it. If you have more questions, please ask, or you can wait until we’ve finished eating’.

A new school, a new pupil (LilFawn x Tanakalian)|rating:2.0

Monster Rampage

Siren looked to the papers in hand. Soloing event quests were never easy. Especially the higher you are in ranks. Just means you knew what you were doing a bit more. But monster, they were never the same. Each had their own ability, their own way to move, and attack, even if they were in the same species. They somehow always seemed to throw a bit of surprise out there. That catch any hunter by surprise. And she was no different. She wanted to test out her new blades, and set of armor out. And she figured this new event was the best way to attempt it. Turning her head back, black mane of her hair ruffling along with the movement as she watched the town gates close behind her with the notable clunk, and the sounds of scraping as dead bolts were slid into place. Signaling her time to move on from the safety area behind her, before the monsters knew she was there. No place was truly safe amongst the rugged terrain of desserts, or the deep watery flood of the forest. But each section of the island had a safe camp. But how long was one truly safe in one. Humming to that thought the young hunter pressed on. Her armor despite was one of her favorite. Letting one be able to move quickly, To dodge attacks. Her blade have added slime damage, which shimmered green and explode upon contact. But like all status, or element it takes time to effect and wear down any monster. But one could always wait and see how it works on the next monster who decides to take a chance wither her. And she was almost welcoming a battle. This day looked busy for the herbivores that feasted upon the lands. Coming together in masses. Breeding seasons. Just peachy. Perfect time to take up a quest that would take her some time to do alone. The males were always more violent and aggressive, not only to the smaller females of their kind, but to anyone who dared to come to close to them. She paused near a stream. Turning to look at a small herd with a large leading male. Who snorted and rose his mighty head. Eying her like she was just another female he wanted to introduce into the herd. Gritting her teeth she kept moving on. Leaving the area as another female of his kind took his attention and her turned to claim stake of her body. Mounting her. His body made the smaller creature shudder and wobble beneath his wait. Before the huntress rounded the corner. Awkward. There was a shriek of a bellow stilling Siren for a moment to glance back to the way she just came. Sounded to her the female was experiencing some discomfort with a male a bit to big for her smaller body. She had looked to be in her first season of heat. "Poor girl" With that she continued on her way. Careful not to get to close to any herbivores who looked rowdy enough to just try and push their luck. She even had to dodge around massive insect. "Not just plant eaters eh. just great" she mutter cutting one of the larger bugs down before her. Entering a larger cave with a large waterfall falling through a hole in the top. Siren had made it far as a hunter. Even with her challenges, she had always been successful. However, now she was not merely on a mission, but truly alone. The little fishing village had little to offer her as it rotted away in disrepair at the water's edge. The archipelago was as rich and diverse area she had explored, and none possessed the sinister sickness that corrupted these hills. The beasts about her seemed in a constant, heightened state of agitation. Not distress, no. But even the monsters who were not in mating season were acting peculiar, as though the isle was awash in pheromones and frenzy. Drones needed to create new Queens. Herbivores needed to rut constantly, and the land was being devastated as a result. Great pack leaders and alphas were driven to a constant urge to suppress, conquer, and claim their pack bitches even as they'd injury, maim, or even kill their own females after extensive, excessive use. Would Siren be able to find the cause of this disease, this unnatural, unrelenting biology that was turning the megafauna into natural disasters? Even now, she clamored her way down into the large cave system, damp with moisture shed from the falls and heated, one would presume, by distant lava tubes. It was humid and warm, and already a light glow of perspiration would cling to Siren's cheeks and chest and beneath her armor. Beyond the cascading pools of water that glowed a vibrant green from local flora, there was an expanse of moss and fern covered ground beneath the opening of the waterfall where a small herd of Maggi lingered at the water's edge. A few were perked up, nostrils flaring as they tilted their heads towards Siren's direction. Siren always appreciated and valued nature. There were so many wonders her. And she took the moment she could in taking in the views that it gave her. She brushed the back of her left gloved hand over her brow. Wiping away the beading preparation that had begun to form. One would think caves with running water, and very little direct sunlight would be much cooler. But it wasn't It only spurred her on to hurry up out of the cave. Though the glowing flora, and algae lining the bottoms of the pools of water were an amazing view. So far things had been quiet. Until her presence had roused a few relaxing Maggi. There clicks and calls sounding louder than they should as they echoed through the cave ducts. Her head turned around. Knowing that these little guys are as troublesome as pups. More curious than anything as they watched her. Drawing in her scent. With enough commotion, they could easily trigger response from there bigger brothers the Maggie, and there alphas Great Maggi. Though as far as creatures like them outside of herbivores against an experienced hunter such as she should prove no real challenge. Then again something strange has been occurring around the islands. Disrupting the village. She had a feeling within the pit of her stomach that if left untreated could affect worldwide. It was what the main quest was all about. What ever was happening and causing change to the land had disturbed the monsters into a rampage. Killing hunters or using them for breeding purposes. Many times the hunter is killed within the process. She eyed the Maggi wearily before stepping away from them. Edging in the direction she needed to go before they decided to get something into their minds. The little Maggi did nothing but bark and scamper around, clearly agitated but unwilling to approach. As Siren continued on her path, she'd soon find out why. A large female, a Maggie, lay not far from Siren. Near death, the monster merely lifted its head slightly to regard the approaching hunter, before with a huffed whine set down its head again. It had been injured, and the maddened little Maggi had each taken a turn using the bigger female in her vulnerable state. Now she did nothing, practically catatonic. What was more pressing is what injured her, and that was when a sudden roar came through the humid cavern. Bursting through the hanging mosses and ferns was a huge alpha. It did not waste time posturing, and with the bright red frills along its jaws snapping open, the monster barreled towards Siren, though as it neared it reared up and did not bite at her. Instead, it swung around its might barbed tail to smack her and send her sprawling. Siren always got annoyed by the little Maggi who barked and got in the way. Even beginner hunters didn't really see a need to fear them unless their numbers were beyond there little clusters of three or four. Her on the other hand can handle a rather large herd of them. She still gripped the hilts of her blade as though a warning tot the little carnivores. Though they were a lot noisier than usual. She hears a low whine. And turned her head quickly to find a female laying not to far from her. Widening eyes she took in the pathetic display of the female. She almost pitied the poor girl. As she laid in the pool of Maggi seed that formed around her. Shaking her head she looked to the barking little creatures. "Shame on you boys. Look what you have done to one of your own." she side drawing her blades. Readying to put the poor thing out of her misery. She doubted that the girl would last a few days. And as a hunter it would be cruel to leave her suffering. The roar echoed through the caverns it would have confused many hunters on the exact location of the thing that had created it. A great Maggi was tougher than its smaller counterparts. The alpha of this little group she was assuming as she felt the hard whip of the tail cracking across her back. She hadn't even the time to dodge as it spun and caught her. The creature seeming instantly enraged. Before she was able to do anything towards it. She sprawled out on the ground before it. Weapons skittering across the ground towards the smaller herd who seemed to be excited that their alpha came in time to deal with the intruder. Little yipping Maggi bounded around the seen, staying well away from both their enraged, towering alpha and the dangerous hunter, herself. Still, the cacophony echoed in the cavern as Siren tried to gather her wits. The Great Maggi lopped forward, the factorial wyvern bounding with surprising grace and agility as it is towered over her for a moment, with a curious, avian tilt of its head as the frills behind its jaws at the top of its neck opened and flared once more before it lifted one mighty, clawed paw and moved to drop it heavily down atop the Hunter and pin her there, bird trapping a fish before it prepared to tear it apart. Long, blunted talons moved to fall on each side of her rib cage, scraping across her armor as it bent down towards her. Rows of wicked teeth parted slightly, and its nostrils flared as it took in the strange, alien smell of its prey. They snorted, puffing hot, steamy air back out against her skin as it reacted to her distinctive, feminine scent. Siren went to brace herself onto her hands and knees. Turning her gaze to the racket makers that barked and danced around her and their alpha. Clearly growing anxious over something. Her gaze went to the well-used female Maggie. Who merely watched on from where she laid. Though at one point had struggled to try gaining distance. Leaving a thick white trail after her. Her head rolling on the hard surface so she could rest, one of her golden eyes trained on her and the alpha another on the approaching Maggi. Clear on his intent to use her as were they all once more. Whether she survived they did not care. They were crazed with the need to sow their seeds in a female. Gritting her teeth she tore her eyes away as one took his place on the weak willed female. His thick yet small clawed hands tearing at her hip. Trying to encourage her into position, but she merely gave small cries of protest and remained laying. Before the smaller male claimed her well-used sex. Her hissing whine sounding as he had entered her. More chips and barking echoed around the cave as she heard the scraps of the male thrusting into the female. And the heavy thuds of the Great Maggi loping towards her. She turned her head and tried to pull herself forward before she felt his weight press her down. Making her sprawl out on her stomach. Her hands clawing the hard stone earth beneath her as she tried to reach for her weapon. She felt his weight bare down on her, pushing out a small cry from her lungs as he drew her scent in and huffed back out, casting warmth upon her exposed thighs, unobstructed by the odd legging of her armor. Nostrils flared again with another jet of breath exhaled. This time it was near her ear, causing her hair to tussle in the breeze of the beast's breath. This great Maggi was unconcerned about the scene unfolding across the cavern. His lesser kin were no match to him. Their attempts to produce offspring were a joke, were not a threat to him evolutionary. He had broken that female, and had his feel. This one, however... this one was different, and fresh. Surpisingly nimble tail twisted around and circled around her ankle, dragging her back towards him and beneath him even as she tried to clamor away. Her soft curves raked across the damp, slick moss-covered cave floor. His tail was covered in rough nodules, like blunted spikes that rubbed against her skin through her scaled armor and bare flesh where it climbed, higher up over her thigh, slithering between them, and forcing them open. Another panted breath and the feel of a nose, reptilian and hot, nuzzling curiously towards the source of that scent. Large teeth pressed in against her as its mouth opened and a long, thick tongue came lolling out, slathering her inner thigh with a copious smear of saliva before it curled upwards across the armored carapace of her belt. It then nipped at it, tugging, trying to peel away that armored shell covering her Mons and ass with a furtive, frustrated growling as the fabric stretched and dug in against her womanly mound and sank in between her taut, toned ass cheeks Siren released a gasping breathe at the feel of the warm and moist breath brush along her body. Near her ear. Her jaw locked as she fought this time not to move. Or entice the large Great Maggi above her. Her eyes turning briefly back to the rape of the near death female who released pained hisses and clicks to the males who nearly clamber over one another for a piece of the female. Aching much like a predator bird over a carcass. She did not fight, not till one of the smaller one knocked her on her side, and claimed a hole it should not have. Not that the Maggi knew. And it warrants a good lashing from the females tail, and her rounding with what strength she had taking out one of the bystanders who awaited patiently That movement alone was enough to drain what stores she had, and she collapses weakly letting them have their way. Siren was saddened by the sight, knowing something had to be done about what ever drove these creatures wild. She felt him grip her ankle and dragged her back. Reminding her of her own problem at the moment. Her nails clawed the ground beneath her. Making her squirm with greater effort if he hadn't been holding her with his tail. Her bottom bumping up against this under belly. She knew what it wanted. And if she could deter him she would give it her best shot. "No"She hissed kicking out with her free foot. Though it seemed in vain as she felt his breath and his nose but up against her covered sex. Tearing a small gasp form her lips as she glanced back at him. Just as she felt his jagged teeth run along her sex tearing helpless cry from her lips as he tried to remove the piece. The feel of his tongue rolling across her sex spurred her bodies' betrayal. What ever it had been driving the monsters lust wild was slowly tainting her own bodies' reaction. Pushing onto all fours she tried to pull her leg from his gasps as he growled. Making small frantic sounds pour from her lips. Siren's hick with her booted heat skittered off the alpha's chest, and though she did little to dissuade him, the beast jerked up in alarm. The motion caused those piece of armor that barely covered her sex to stretch out with a sharp tug. For a moment, it deliciously squeezed her sex and dig into the outer curves of her hips as they were swung up in the air. And then with a snap, it tore. Not the toughened leather itself, but the little clasps that locked into place. Armor-like panties fell from the Great Maggi's mouth onto the ground beside her. Siren squirmed and tried to glance back over her shoulder at the monster just in time to feel its tapered nose thrust up between the back of her smooth thighs again, another hot breath lancing out across the bare skin of her exposed, vulnerable pussy and the sensitive valley of her creamy, pert ass. The second time that tongue came out, now to drag and lap up across her womanly flesh without anything to protect it, was to test curiously. Yes, this was a female. A female ready and able to mate, the Great Maggi seemed to decide. A single step forward and its rough, powerful tail snaked up across her hip, its tip looping around below her waist. Siren would catch a glimpse then, of the raptor's pseudo-phallus. Cock-like girth swinging beneath its underside, emerging from scaled cloaca, It had the same hard, smooth nodules that covered its tails. Toughened bumps that would rake and scrape inner walls and lock its member into place. A sudden gush of hot, wet liquid spilled down across Siren's naked ass, it was watery and slippery, trickling down between her ass cheeks and oozing over the backs of her creamy thighs as the beast settled atop her. His intent was clear. He intended to mate with her! With the beast showing little deterrence, after she had given it a good boot. Simply backing off his jagged teeth tearing at the armor of her panty piece. Snapping the clasps apart. That one tug had all it really took for her sex to be bared. Making a small cry of surprise to spill from her lips as she felt the cool, yet warm wash of the cavern breeze graze along her pale folds of her sex. Making a small shiver course through her. She swallowed glancing to him. She as about to end up like the female who laid motionless not far from her. Squirming she felt him move in closer into her. Leaning in to inhale her sweet scent. Making her body stiffen as the rough skin of his scaled nose brush along her moistened flesh. The cast of warm breath tickling her scent waves of shivers through her body. She knew as soon as his thick wet tongue that she had to find what was driving the once aggressive creatures, and not so aggressive wild, and lust crazed to the point where they would attempt to even mount hunters. This made no sense at all. Unless it's a new twisted sense of survival. As he lifted her by the waist angling her hips as she looked back knowing full well of his intent, and how screw she really was. Her eyes widening as she looked back seeing him. How large he was compared to her own body. How different he was. And it was clear why the female Maggie was in a rough state. The though scared her. The knowing that the male cared little for the comfort of the female. And probably didn't understand that she being human had never done something like this. So it was about to be rather painful. Her heart pattered in her chest as she struggled in vain. Her nails clawing along the cement, nearly breaking. Furthermore, her toes bending as she braced them against the ground and pushed with what strength she could muster as she felt the sudden rush of wet warmth cover her back end. Lubing her slit and ass with his pre-ejaculate. The impatient beast lunged forward. The first buck of its hips brought that semihard length bouncing wetly across the curve of her upturned ass with a sticky smack. That did not deter the creature as it thrust again. This time, it nearly found the wrong hole as its phallus skittered upwards between her cheeks and inches from driving into her sex. Another throb of hot liquid spattered across her, and the third time that tapered tip slipped downwards across her puffy, bared nether lips and sank abruptly past her labia, stretching pink folds tightly around the alien cock. There were a few silver linings for Siren. The first of which is that a Great Maggi rarely had any threat to its dominance, and thus its girth was not made to knot itself in a female or plunge a rival's seed from her. Indeed, for a beast that size it was hardly an impressive member for it did not need to compete with its little Maggi brethren. Yet, compared to a woman like she, it was an altogether different story. Though not as steely hard as a man's cock, it was no less long and textured with hard bumps that dragged themselves along her inner walls as the beast sank itself hard into her exposed, unprepared pussy. The great masses of precut that seemed to constantly leak from it gave it plenty of lubrication, however, and the milky substance warmly filled her invaded canal. The Great Maggi snorted, breathing erratically as its tail curled tightly around the hunter's midsection. Its smooth, scaled abdomen rubbing across her backside as it hunched in close. It had her, and then it began to use her with rapid, short thrusts of its torso. Long, factorial legs supporting its weight that pi stoned above her as her body was suddenly being bounced down against the cavern floor even as a torrent of seminal fluid oozed from her stretched slit and down her inner thighs. Siren's jaw clutched tightly closed as she felt his first attempt to enter her. Failing miserably as it slide wetly along her upper back, coating her back with a sticky trail of fluid that had coated its shaft. Feeling some of the details found upon the beasts shaft. Whimpering she stiffened. Her cores tightening closed trying to keep the beast from raiding her tight canal. She felt him attempt again. Sliding along between her cheeks. Making her hips jerk as he brushed over the pucker. But the third attempt proved fruitful for the beast. It's prick hitting home. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. He wasn't human, so he didn't have the human knowledge of what a virgin was. It didn't seem to phase him any as she felt her tear through that thin barrier into her deeper canal till crashing against her cervix. She cried out in pain as she squirmed and bucked more against him. The sensations of the hard bumps tore small gasps and whimpers from her lips as she felt it run along her inner, torn walls. Soothing away the pain that burned hotly within her loins. Not that the beast cares much for it. As his thrusts grew more urgent as he began to mate with her as though she were some Maggie female. Her core growing raw with the use. Her pussy pulsing and quivering as it gripped at his cock as her body bounced slightly upon the ground with the force of his bucking hips. Siren's body was bent beneath the great beast. Its own body tensed with head tossed back with a deep, clacking sound chirping out of its throat as it pounded into the too-tight hole of the human figure beneath its tilted pelvis. More of its watery seed gushed into her, filling her abdomen with its copious fluids that squished out from the tainted pink with virginal blood. It trickled down her inner thighs and across the armored, scaled cruise and thigh-high boots. Some of the Maggi had scattered fearfully hearing their alpha's mating, but others were bold by their free use of the downed Maggie, and they scampered closer, circling, observing. They gave their little barks and one bounded closer, seeming to want more than seconds. Like a moth to a flame, as it neared the powerful Sauron monster that fucked Siren roared. Its cock lurched inside of her and tore along her walls as it lunged forward over her to bite the littler kin and hurl it away. Its body flew through the air, and landed with a sickening crunch in the distance. Fast, rapid breathing came panting out of the monster that had mounted Siren. It roared out, seeming to challenge any other would-be suitors. A momentary distraction, but it was not done using her. Siren gritted her teeth against the odd pounding cock that thrust constantly within her tight frame. Her sex spasming and tightening around the larger beast. This was have embarrassed her if she hadn't been in such discomfort. Being felled in a new way by one of the weaker creatures that lived within the island. She felt his see spurt forth within her body, filling her enough already that it too flowed from their joined body. Making her gasp and cry as it stung the small tears on her sex and tickled along her inner thigh. Her eyes pried open, hearing the scurrying sounds of the smaller Maggi. Who seemed to steer clear of their alpha as he bred with her. Only to find few had grown brave and approached a bit to close for the alphas liking. The sudden lurching forward tore at her insides as she cried out. Sending her forward with the impact. And soon found herself off of him. She was in so much pain as his seed dripped from her abused core But his cock, swinging around as he dared the little Maggi to come forward as the one he caught laid dead in the distant. Swallowing and panting heavily she tried to get free. Scrambling forward with what little strength she had. The little Maggi bounded around them, but with all their little barks a sudden commotion stirred, and they darted away in all directions. The Great Maggi loaded and snapped at anything that got in his way, lumbering forward before pausing. His tail snapped around, and he tensed, hunched down and then prepared to lunge at Siren as she skittered away from him, her plush rear still vulnerable and wiggling temptingly towards the beast even as his cum oozed from her. The Great Maggi leapt at Siren, and never made it. A dark blur dropped from above. Blindingly fast and with a crackling pop it struck the beast. From the cavern walls above, drawn by the heat of the mating and spilled seed, a Gigging had emerged from behind the waterfalls. And now it attacked the Great Maggi, quick and darting around the lumbering thing that was disoriented, given Siren the short moment she'd need to get out of danger's reach. Siren gave a small curse as she barely escaped from the second pounce. Grabbing at her duel blades that had scattered away from her. It was when something hit the Great Maggi tearing a small cry of surprise from her lips as she pushed herself to her feet and stumbled back. Feeling the sticky pre ooze from her body. Coating her thighs as she whipped around to see the fight. Her blades drawn as she looked to the smaller Maggi's barking and keeping around her and then to the weak willed female. Who was laying there now cast aside. Her heart went for the female, and she knew she couldn't leave her like this it was just cruel. So while could she slashed out at the female who hissed and raised her head before dropping as Siren place the killing blow. Panting heavily she hurried from the cave to an open area. Where water had crept up on shower, and grass. Collapsing against a wall in a shaded nook. Watching two fluttering bugs, harmless. The things fluttering and dancing around her, as she attempted to keep from sight. Lush, almost tropical plants filled the outcropping and helped hide Siren as she sank into that little dark nook to rest. Her body thrummed and ached, the after-effects of the assault lingering and taking their toll on her. But so, too, would whatever strange effect over the wildlife. A tingle in her body, hinting that some part of her wanted more, or at least didn't loathe it all. Whatever pheromone was driving these beasts to fight and feud and wander into alien territories would begin to impact her as well, eventually. The dark, damp habitat was full of exotic, glowing mushrooms between the trees that Siren rested. She was not able to rest long, however. Something else lurked nearby. Draw by the trail of what coated her inner thighs, the scent of fresh sex and tempting, feminine flesh. Heavy, slow footsteps crunched through the brush nearby. Something was following her. Tracking her. Something that knew to go slowly, and quietly. She'd see a massive foot, a bulky silhouette as it moved past her hiding post. A towering, ape-like thing with pale red, almost pink fur and a long, prehensile tail that darted back and forth, twitching with... eagerness? Excitement? Siren tremble her breathing erratic, even as her body began to change. Not in appearance bit in make. Whatever had the creatures of this land going into a wild frenzy in need to breed was slowly taking root. Making her body begin to mend, yet making things grow tight, and a pressure building between her loins. She leaned against the cool wall. Her eyes closing as she wiped her sweat glazed brow. Her core despite its betrayal still acted. Yet her body wanted more. It all confused her. Licking her lips she heard the first signs that told her something was following her. Or in the same area. And instinctively she drew in her legs. Into her body. Trying to make herself look small and invisible. She couldn't make out what it was. All that she could tell it was large, and moving slowly as though in search of something. But what? She watched him slow in front of her small little hiding place her eyes widening as her heart raced. She held her breath and prayed to the gods that the thing would not see or smell her. The shape passed, and for a moment Siren was left to the sound of her breathing and the buzzing of her nerves. In the distance, something chirped and trees swayed. Sudden, claws scraped around the corner and lashed out at her. They were huge, each nearly a foot long and left deep grooves in the dirt at Siren's feet. There was the glimpse of black, leathery skin. Fingers upon which those yellowish brown nails were rooted. Almost human, in a twisted, primeval way. She could see the ape's furry hand, so huge it could encompass her and break her with ease, yet it seemed to grope at her in the narrow crevice she wedged herself, like it was trying to grasp at a ripe fruit just out of reach. She heard it's irritated, grumpy breath from around the corner as its massive, muscular red-tinged furred bicep could not fit to get at her. After a moment's pause, the surprisingly intelligent beast tried a different tack. It's long, furry prehensile tail darted in to snake around her ankle as it tried to drag her out to lay beneath the curious Congeal. Siren held her breath watching as the creatures shadow slipped passed her. She waited, that breath burning within her chest as she waited. Listening till she heard nothing but the sounds of birds in the distance. Was it gone? She couldn't tell. Swallowing as she then gasped re-breathing once more as she leaned forward. Her core protesting sorely as she whimpered softly in return. It wasn't till nails slashed inches from her face. Tearing a startled scream from her lips as she scampered back. Her heart lurching within her chest. Nearly spilling from her throat. Her legs drawing up into her chest as she watched the claws hit down upon the earth and dragged along the ground. Leaving thick grooves through the dirt. Her eyes closing as she panted heavily before once more opening them staring into the brush. She could make out his large, yet faint outline. The beast surely was getting agitated. His large hand pushing through the thick bushes that clouded her where about. Her hand seeking her, but she kept herself pressed into the hard stone walling. As it retreated she swallowed wishing whatever was stirring the creature up would hurry up and leave them. She knew combat easy enough with them. But how can she deal with something that wanted to fuck her. Lost in a moment thought she felt something wrap around her leg. Startling her as she rolled onto her stomach as it pulled it out. Her head turning back to see him. And threw in more desperate attempts to escape. Pulling and kicking at him as she struggled against his hold. The Congeal had managed to pull Siren out of her little hiding spot before her kicks found the bone of his knee and stamped on his foot. Her armored heel doing plenty of damage as it roared out and released it. It stumbled away and with a glower from wide-set eyes beneath a fringe of tall, spiked hair it let out a roar. Blunt, broad muzzle opened, and from beneath square blocks of oversized teeth came a great burst of noxious breath, tainted with its recent meals. Fond of mushrooms, the great beast had eaten them in massive quantity. They, like everything else, were tainted by the strange hormonal contagion. So the pinkish haze that was exhaled onto Siren was a paralytic. Stunning her not through muscular seizures or electrical currents, but through numbing analgesic aphrodisiac. It would make her body both increasingly unresponsive and dulling pain massive brute moved to sweep her up off the ground and yank her up into his grasp, dangling her before him by her ankle, as though contemplating tossing her aside like rotten fruit. Siren tumbled down to the ground. Trying to gather herself back up before the creature got a chance to recover and once more come after he. Her breathing going ragged as she clawed the dirt. Pushing her feet back into the ground and pushed herself upwards. As she looked up and over her shoulder at the beast who released a loud roar and glaring at her. Watching how he moved and his muzzle parting to release a nasty breath. Smelling of rotten mushrooms Washing over her since she was unable to make it away from him in time to avoid it. It took a moment to kick in before her legs trembled and gave in under her weight. Panting heavily as she collapsed on the ground. The scent of her arousal growing heavy within her vicinity. When he lifted her she gritted her teeth hanging upside down as she glared at the beast...unable to defend her self. The Congeal's tail coiled around her midsection. The prehensile length wrapping around her stomach a few times even as the thing seemed to study her. A furtive sniff and then, curious, its free hand lifted and thrust itself between her legs. Unable to defend herself, she was at its curious mercy. A huge, thick black finger rudely stroked the opening of her sex where it was still puffy, swollen, and wet from her previous assault. The forefinger pushed itself into her tight hole up to its knuckle, wiggled around a bit, and then it was pulled out and brought to its muzzle. It sniffed at it, and grunted. It did not like the mess of another monster's seed, but her own perfume was far more potent. Indeed, the surrounding trees were rustling as it attracted the attention of more. As she hung upside down before it, she'd be faced to groin with its massive, swelling cock. Human-like, but purple and huge. Veined length sipping out from folded skin. Siren squirmed as she felt the tail wrap around her mid-section. Squeezing and ensuring that she could not escape from its hold while the creature began to inspect her. Moving her limbs out of the way to allow its thick digit to run against her bare, and swollen folds. Making her gasp and whimper as she gave a small attempt to get free. Her arms bound to her side. She cried out as she felt the intrusion of its thick finger. Stretching her tender walls with small wiggles before pulling it out. To smell it. She stared wide-eyed up at the beast, her heart hammering wildly in her chest as she listened to the commotion in the trees, licking her lips she squirmed more trying to break loss of his hold. Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't break free of him. When she opened her eyes she found herself nearly face to face with his hardening member. Something so large and thick, lined with mazes of veins. The scent of his musk drawn a small whimper from her as she pulled her head back from him. The mere closeness of her sex stimulated the great beast, turgid girth growing. The Congeal lumbered over to the trees and grasped the large branches with its arms and legs, and began to climb. Its cock occasionally slapping and bumping against Siren's face as they ascended into the tree tops. It pulled her closer as it rose up higher and higher into the maze of branches and vines, pressing her body against its own. Her face was forced in against the fine fur at the base of its naked shaft and the heavy sac of its balls that hung proudly, each the size of a small melon. Her breasts bounced and mashed against the silky pink fur on its belly. While her legs flailed above against its shoulder. Finally, it sat on the edge of a giant branch, and deliberated, trying to decide what to do. Finally, it seemed to make up its mind, and the primate's large hands grabbed her ankles and wrenched them apart. She'd feel something wet on her inner legs. Saliva. Great, viscous globs of it that dribbled over her thigh. From broad shouted hippopotamus-like mouth, whose blunt teeth opened and a wide, flat tongue came lolling out. Its tongue slathered her sex in spit as her entire nether region was covered by the wide, rough thing as it slowly dragged it across her Mons in a curious licking. Gritting her teeth she swayed to every step he took. Feeling the burning strain of her legs, and the throbbing within her loins that glistened wetly against her will as he moved towards a large tree. Was this his nest? She could hardly think as she watched his hard cock sway and dance in her face. Occasionally pumping up against her face. Making her smell his musky pre-cum that beaded from the thick crown of his cock. Her head craned away as he held her close as he climbed up the large tree. With such a large body he sure was able to make it seem effortless. Panting heavily as they came to a stop on a giant branch. Her heart racing within her chest. His hold was still tight even when he forces her legs apart. Drawing a small scream from her lips in protest as she gave a small squirm of protest. Her free leg flailing. It wasn't till something wet ran along her slit, did she still. Her eyes widening as her breath held within her chest. Each stroke of his tongue made her body convulsed, and tensed as she finally gasped for air. Her body rigid. Her breathing growing in quick raspy takes. The great monster licked at her little pussy like it was the inside of a fruit, and the tongue was surprisingly dexterous for being so wide. It delved in between puffy folds and sought more nectar from her, every rasping rake of it causing Siren's breath to hitch in her throat even as her head swam from being suspended upside-down. When she gasped for air, her lips and breath teased the giant black-skinned cock that rose like a pole in front of her. Gooey pre-cum stuck into her hair and smeared against her temple and jaw as the bloated, fist-sized head rose from its sheath. The Congeal was distracted from its snatch, and curiously looked down. With a dawning realization and a high-pitched bark of approval, it swung her in its grasp, smacking her face against its shaft with a self-satisfied cluck. Then the word was suddenly spinning, for it twisted Siren like a little doll in its grasp and everything was right-side up again, but before she could regain her sense of direction and thought, he was pulling her tiny body down towards his much too large cock. Its thick, swollen head bumping against her Mons, slick with her own unwanted arousal and copious amounts of drool, it still did not accept him easily. A huge paw grasped at her breast, claws sliding over her soft flesh as the other grasped her hip and tail slashed about her thigh. With a final, grunting yank, the poor woman sank down as the mushrooming head popped beyond her outer lips and felt the tiny canal of her cunt grasp at it.

Monster Rampage|rating:2.0

_Hello, you may call me Bella_ (closed)

"Hello, you may call me Bella" This is closed to such_a_bad_man and me​​30 June 2045:The crewman's eyelids began to flutter as consciousness returned to him. Robert Taylor had been in cryogenic stasis for over 14 months now, as had his 13 fellow crew members aboard the Callisto HOPE. It would take him another few minutes to fully open and focus his eyes, another thirteen to sixteen minutes after that to fully recall his surroundings and remember he was aboard a spacecraft heading for Callisto, and still another hour or more after all this to gain enough control of his body to allow Bella to help him out of his stasis bed. Somewhere during that regaining your senses phase, a young woman leaned over his opened stasis pod and began unhooking the wire leads, fluid hoses, and other umbilical connections to his hibernation suit." Hello, you may call me Bella," she said giving him a rathercrispsmile that looked forced. It wasn't forced, of course; it was just how her programming told her to smile in such an introductory situation. In a tone and cadence that -- in addition to her actual words -- very quickly revealed her tootle Human, she explained, "I am obviously not one of your Human crew mates. I am a Val Tron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation. I am not the Hanover-Chen Corps Troy-2 Model Android you were expecting upon reanimation from cryogenic stasis. While it was not my decision to make this change in available Service Androids, I would still like to express to you my apologies for any confusion experienced regarding my presence aboard this vessel, Systems Technician First Class Robert Taylor." Bella, as she would come to simply be called, had been programmed to study human emotions -- as well as gestures, actions, sounds, and speech -- and determine the thought process taking place in the mind behind her subject's face. Oh, she didn't read minds, of course, but she was better atreadinghumans than most humans were. And what she saw in Robert's face was deep confusion. She leaned over at the waist, gently slid her arms under the man's back and thighs, and with the strength of a body builder lifted Robert up and out of his stasis bed with no sign of exertion or stress. Turning, she set him on his butt in the middle of an examination table before stepping back to continued her explanation." There has been a penetration of the hull by an object, and the mission is in danger of failure," she said in a human sounding voice but without a great deal of human emotion in her tone. "The affected compartments have been sealed. Oxygen and pressure loss have ceased. The fusion reactor's backup power fluctuation prevention circuit has been damaged. This is not an issue at the moment as the fusion reactor's primary power fluctuation prevention circuit is fully operation. However, if the fusion reactor's primary power fluctuation prevention circuit were to fail before the fusion reactor's backup power fluctuation prevention circuit was to be repaired, the fusion reactor could fail and explode. The mission would be a failure and all 14 Humans on board would perish." Again, Bella studied the Human's reaction and came to a conclusion. "It is unnecessary for me to fully describe all systems and situations in such detail when I speak to you, is that correct, Systems Technician First Class Robert Taylor?" And yet again, Bella read the man's face. She smiled, and even chuckled before again pointing out, "It is unnecessary for me to use your full occupational designation when I speak to you, is that correct Robert Taylor?" Bella began unhooking and unzipping the hibernation suit to free Robert as she continued her report. "The mission to Callisto is still on schedule, except your early reanimation from stasis. Departure from HOPE station is recorded as having occurred 15 December 2044..." TheCallisto HOPE was Humanity's first attempt at settling another planetary body since a trio of failures to settle Mars between 2026 and 2036. Upon reaching the Galilean moon, the vessel's forward section was to separate, orbit, and finally land upon the moon's frozen surface, with all the Human crew members aboard. The Callisto HOPE Habitat would be the crew's home for the 3 years, until Callisto HOPE II arrived and retrieved them from the planet.(The retrieval method had actually been inspired by the 2015 motion picture, The Martian, though, Mission Control hoped there would be no need for andiron Man acrobatics this time around.) Bella continued, "You and the crew were inserted into stasis between 11 and 14 August 2043..." Many people, including most of the crew, had found it ironic that they had not experienced the departure of their vessel from the orbiting HOPE Station. Cryogenic stasis hibernation was still a very new science when the mission was being conceived, with the FDA and AMA only giving theirreluctantapproval of it for deep space travel three years before the Callisto Human Outer Planets Exploration mission was finally approved. Because cry was so new, the crew had been put into stasis 14 months before the vessel sped away from Earth so that the doctors on HOPE Station could study them for any rejection of the very complicated process. It had turned out to be a good idea: 28 potential crew had entered stasis; 3 had died; 5 others had suffered debilitating damage; and of the remaining 20, the crew of 14 -- including Robert, of course -- had been selected based upon the mission's needs. Robert hadn't been the only Systems Technician to enter stasis -- there had been 3 -- but he'd been the only one to make the cut. Luckily, of the 3, he'd been the most qualified for the jobandthe only First Class ST to make the cut. Bella continued, "The voyage to Callisto is 757 days in length. The crew was to begin reanimation on Day 722. Today is Day 197. There remain 560 days before we reach Callisto and 525 days before any of the remainder of the crew is to be reanimated." Bella paused for a moment to let the man consider what she'd just said before giving him the bottom line. "Robert Taylor, you cannot reenter stasis, and no other crew member can be reanimated before approximately Day 688 due to a limit on life sustaining resources. You are alone. You will be alone for the next 491 days, approximately." Again, Bella paused to read his reaction, adding, "I hope this will not cause you undue stress. I will be here to keep you company. I know that having an Android companion may not be much of a comfort, but it is, unfortunately, all I am able to provide you at this time." She took another step back, looked to the fully unfastened hibernation suit that still enclosed him from the waist down but was otherwise exposing his upper torso. "If you think you are steady enough to stand, I will help you out of your suit and into a nice, comforting, medicinal bath that will begin the process of rejuvenating your body." That meant, of course, Robert becoming naked before the Android. His being naked before Bella meant nothing particular to her, of course; she was just a Service Android. But then, that was where theparticularsabout Bella came into play, and this was something that she herself didn't know due to a stripping of much of her saved memory and the replacement of it with a massive update. Bella couldn't know this, but the Val Tron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation had been whores. Literally! Her model had been designed and programmed to provide personal services, includingsexualservices, to clients on Earth, HOPE Station, and a dozen other stations orbiting Earth, Jupiter, Saturn, and the latter two's moons. And while Bella didn't know this due to mind wipeandreeducationas a Systems Services Android, the crew of the Callisto HOPE surely had to know of the Bella-4R, 5th. There had been more than 50 of them on HOPE Station, working as waitresses, entertainers, and -- of course -- sexual servants in the brothel and at private parties. Really, anything the prostitutes and escorts of Earth had done down on the planet, the Bella's were doing in Low Earth Orbit. The 4R-5th model had been designed after extensive and exhaustive research into what men -- and women-- wanted in a sex partner. Oh, it wasn't like she was the only model, of course. There were taller and shorter models, darker and lighter models, more petite and more voluptuous models; any physical facet that might be pleasing to a paying partner were taken into consideration. Bella herself was 5'6" tall and 125 pounds, with measurements of 34D-24-36. She had firm breasts with nipples that would swell when manipulated, like many Human women. She had a pear shaped ass that, along with her legs, were athletic but not too much so. Her skin was very humanlike, a feature that had been a must for her developers as no one wanted her to feel like a rubber blowup sex doll. Everything about her worked: her eyes, her mouth, her limbs, her vagina, they all worked and felt like a real Human woman's did. Of course, thisBella didn't know any of that, nor did she have any reason to even contemplate on such things. She wasn't a woman. She was an Android in theshapeof a woman. In her mind, she was just a tool for Systems Technician First Class Robert Taylor to use to fix the vessel and save the mission. At least ... for now.~~~~~~~~~~~~​Just FYI:15 December 2044 -- departure from HOPE Station30 June 2045 -- Robert's reanimation, 197 days since departure11 January 2047 -- planned arrival at Callisto Robert Taylor's life was one of safety for most of his life. He went to school to be an engineer because he knew the world would always need engineers. He became a safety engineer almost right out of school, ensuring safety protocols and user protection lockouts in the semiconductor production world. As time went on, however, he couldn't help but feel that he was being too safe. Yes, he had a great career and made good money, but no one really remembered people that played it safe. As he got through his 30s and saw midlife bearing down on him, he read in the trades about the Callisto Hope project. A ship that size was going to take more than NASA engineers to fabricate, pilot and maintain. They were going to need people like him to make sure the ship not only made it to its destination, but did what it was designed to do when it got there. He'd been around mechanical devices and multi-million dollar production tools for years, and he knew that there was no way that the Hope would make it there in one piece without something failing. Throwing his name into the hat for consideration, he wasn't too surprised that they chose him to be a Systems Technician First Class. He wasn't too sure on what the title meant, but he could work out they were recognizing his 15 years of experience. When time came to go into cry sleep, only then did he hear about the risks associated with such long term hibernation. A part of him wanted to walk away as he learned about what was being asked of him, but the same part that told him to apply made him stay. It was going to be a long 14 months, but it would pass like a night's sleep, if everything went like the doctors told him. Slipping into the suit, he made sure it was snug in all the right places as the technicians described to him. Slipping into his pod, he looked at the others in his section. "See you next year," he told them before sealing into his pod and the system went through its phases of deeper and deeper hibernation. Robert fell into the deepest sleep of his life. It felt like he would sleep to the end of the universe... That feeling went away as light filled his vision. At least, the light that penetrated his eyelids. Someone was talking to him. Someone feminine. He couldn't open his eyes, but he knew they were there. Suddenly, he was being lifted out of his pod and placed on a table of some sort. The table felt warm under him, but his chest was cold as the suit was peeled away from his torso. Was this how the "wake up" procedure was supposed to go? Trying to think, Robert could tell that the voice talking to him was not the same as the technician that sealed him in his pod. According to them, they would be the person waking him up so... was Robert dreaming? Finally, something the voice said penetrated his skull, and it made Robert pause." The voyage to Callisto is 757 days in length. The crew was to begin reanimation on Day 722. Today is Day 197."" Whoa, whoa... it's not even a year yet?" He finally asked, blinking his eyes open. They had been ready to open, but Robert didn't want to look at all the bright lights yet. But he didn't mind what he saw. It was a Bella-4R, 5th generation android. That was not at all what he was expecting to see when he was thawed out. Even stranger, the Troy android should be the only thing awake at this point in the trip, if he remembered his briefing correctly. What the hell was a sex bot doing waking him up so early. He was about to ask when the Bella unit continued." Robert Taylor, you cannot reenter stasis, and no other crew member can be reanimated before approximately Day 688 due to a limit on life sustaining resources. You are alone. You will be alone for the next 491 days, approximately." She reported. Robert sighed at that news. "Super..." he muttered. He would be awake for a year with naught for company than a Bella unit. There were worse options, he granted. If nothing else, he'd get a year with a Bella unit all to himself. He knew they were a big thing in the colonies, but living most of his life on Earth, Robert never really partook in the sex bots, as he called them. It wasn't because he was turned off by them, far from it. Each generation made them more and more lifelike. It was the eyes. Something about the eyes was... unsettling to him. They looked almost too human at times. The Bella unit continued." If you think you are steady enough to stand, I will help you out of your suit and into a nice, comforting, medicinal bath that will begin the process of rejuvenating your body." Robert nodded. "I think so..." He said, gingerly sliding off the exam table and testing his legs. They felt weak, but stable. Breathing a little easier, he stood to full height on them. Standing up, he saw how much taller his full 6'1" body was than the Bella. He didn't mind; she was perfect in other ways. Looking away from her eyes, Robert opened the suit completely and pushed it over his hips to the floor. Standing back up, he looked to be in good shape. When he got the job, he was put on an exercise regiment like the rest of the crew. They wanted to make sure everyone was in the best condition they could be. Not only would it increase the odds of surviving cry sleep, but it would make doing the work that much easier. Stepping out of the suit, Robert lay back down on the table. She mentioned something about a bath so he figured she'd carry him wherever she needed to go. "Can you go over what's been broken and needs fixing again? I may have missed some of what you said," Robert asked, looking over at Bella to give him the run-down again. It was going to be a lot of work from the sound of it, so he needed to prioritize it as best he could since he was going to be doing all of it. "I think so..."the Systems Tech said in response to the Bella asking him if he could stand to prepare for the next phase of reanimation." Very good," Bella responded as Robert lowered to his feet. As he stood tall above her, she warned him softly, "Take your time. There's no hurry." She helped him out of the suit, leaving Robert standing naked before her, just as he'd been when the Cry Techs put him into the suit 14 months ago. By way of her previous programming, this was the moment when normally she undoubtedly would have made some sort of lewd or suggestive remark about his penis:It's so huge perhaps, regardless of whether in reality it was or not;I want it in me so badly was another favorite, particularly if she'd Beeton the clocks the Bella's often had been in brothels or in the House Call service. Instead, Bella only glanced at it a moment to ensure that there were no medical issues with it; a form of yeast infection had plagued some of the earliest cry hibernation test subjects. After noting that it seemed medically sound, Bella showed no interest in it. She helped him back onto the table, asking him a round of medical and psychological questions." That's normal, do not have concern," she said to him as she was nearing the end of her inquiries. She could see in Robert's reaction that he probably wasn't sure just what Bella was speaking off. She pointed to his penis -- now rock hard with its bulbous headfloatingan inch above his belly -- and explained with a casual manner that showed absolutely nopersonalinterest, "Penile erection is an anticipated response in males from the reanimation process. You may or may not feel the pressure within your penis as blood flow increases. Minutes to sometimes two hours are required at times for the body's out layers and limbs, including the penis, to regain full sensitivity." And then, as she had before, Bella slid her arms under Robert's back and thighs and lifted him for relocation to the bath ... with his raging cock almost laying between her not-made-for-systems-maintenance tits. The android showed no concern for theappearanceof what was happening; back in one of the brothels or parties or House Calls, this may have been the prelude to having her tits fucked and producing Pearl Necklace. But for this Bella, it was simply the act of moving her Human counterpart to an adjacent, small room where was located a tub filled with soothing, medicinal water. Jets below the surface were bubbling upwards by the hundreds andpoppingto produce a wonderfully aromatic scent that was by now filling the space. Bella lowered Robert's legs into the roiling bath to not get her clothing wet, then used both hands to help him down into the water. Again, she took no notice of his still stiff-as-hell erection, now pointing out before him as if it was screaming There! That way! I see pussy! Was Robert's cock small, moderate, huge? Bella didn't know; she couldn't, as she had noexperiencepost-reprogramming. All she knew about a man's penis was that itdischargedhis urine and semen and that it needed to be checked post-reanimation for medical issues. After that, she knew naught, and she would have had no way of being able to compare one to another regarding size because -- quite literally -- Robert's was the first cock she'd ever seen ...post-reprogramming." Can you go over what's been broken and needs fixing again?"he asked once he was settled in the bath." I may have missed some of what you said."" Of course, Robert Taylor," Bella said in her truncated version of her previous reference to his designation. Again, she saw his reaction; she smiled, asking, "Shall I simply call you Robert, or do you prefer Taylor, or perhaps ST Taylor?" After he'd responded, Bella began explaining again how a micro-meteorite had penetrated the hull, depressurized one compartment, and disabled some safety systems. She gave him the location of the problem, which was an engineering section just aft of where thespokesconnected thewheelof the vessel to the rest of the ship. TheCallisto HOPE was a marvel of engineering, which had needed a man like Robert Taylor who was by reputation marvel his work. The vessel was 111 meters in length from the base of the rockets' exhaust shrouds to the top of what was now an unused section but ultimately would become the habitat module on the moon that was their destination. By coincidence and not at all by design, the outside diameter of the habitation ring was also 111 meters. The ring had two levels: the outermost was the tallest and mostroomyand was where Robert would now be spending most of his time when he wasn't working to repair the damage or perform other work; the innermost level of the ring was barely tall enough at its greatest, central height for Robert to stand upright and was both where resources were stored and where the conduits, pipes, and other systems serving the ring were hidden away from daily view. The portion of Callisto HOPE that didn't offer the 85% gravity that Robert was currently enjoying included, from fore to aft: the Moon Habitat, of course, which had 5 levels and -- with the provided resources -- would support the crew of 14 until Callisto HOPE II arrived to retrieve them 25 months later; thehubwhere the spokes between it and the habitation ring connected; the Engineering Control compartment, from which the ship was operated, in contrast to most science fiction vessels which typically had abridge somewhere near the front or top of a spaceship; and finally the Fusion Reactor Compartment and propulsion section ... Theo, go, goof Callisto HOPE." Because of the zero gravity status of the compartment in which you will be working," Bella continued as she was moving about the small room, performing various tasks related to Robert'rejuvenation, "you will not be able to attend to the necessary repairs until at least 56 hours from now. Your body needs times to recuperate from the effects of hibernation." Bella looked to the man and smiled. "Do not fear, though, Robert. I am familiar with and skilled to varying degrees in more than 8,000 games and other forms of entertainments in which you can partake while you recoup. I particularly enjoy a board game called Checkers, and -- to be fair -- I can adjust my skill level to ensure that you win on occasion, equally, or more often than not, depending upon what result if more beneficial to your ego and overall happiness." Then, without explaining what she was doing, Bellabegan removing her clothes. The little vest came off, being neatly folded and set aside on a small shelf. The reached to the waistband of thecroppedtop -- which was less waistband and moreribcageband -- and ripped the top swiftly and skillfully up and over her head. Her D-cup breasts --unbridled by any form of undergarment -- rose high as the top pulled them that direction, then once released from the fabric's hold fell swiftly downward to bounce a couple of times before finally settling again. Bella's breasts were what most people who enjoyed big tits would have consider perfectly amazing. They had, of course, been designed to be so in a laboratory and fabrication center. They were full and round with just a bit of droop, somewhere between natural for breasts that size and what one might expect from a Human woman with augmentation. The nipples were a dark pink and proportional in size to thebasesupon which they sat; Robert had never partaken of a B4/5, of course, so he may or may not have known that -- if she was still Alex bot-- those nipples would swell to hardness when appropriate for the specific intimate situation. They were encircled by areola that were just a bit larger than proportional, little circles of pink that, like the nubs within them, would or at least could swell when excited. The B4/5 had also been designed to reveal Montgomery tubercles within their areola, after studies had shown that some men who liked suckling women'stipples liked that sort of thing. Just as quickly and casually as Bella had bared her torso to Robert -- facing him or in profile at different times -- she retrieved a thin top that resembled a hospitalscruband slipped it over her head and down her body. She retrieved a bottle of oil, moved back close to the tub, and wetted her hands." This will assist in returning sensation to your skin and limbs, Robert," she explained as she added more to her palms and rubbed them together. She explained that she needed to rub it onto his body and asked him to sit on the seat on the edge of the tub, which would again put hismanhoodon full display. Without showing any signs of concern about how intimate this might be for him, Bella simply asked, "Shall we begin?" "Of course, Robert Taylor. Shall I simply call you Robert, or do you prefer Taylor, or perhaps ST Taylor?"" Most everyone calls me Rob, so we can go with that. I don't figure we need to stand on any protocols that call for more than that." Rob explained as he lay on the exam table. He was glad he had the table for support. Just standing on his legs to get the suit off already had his legs feeling sore. The sound of the rejuvenating bath sounded heavenly as he lay there, his body becoming more and more alive with each passing moment. As time passed, the Bella unit ran through a number of medical and psychological questions. Rob laid back and answered them all in turn, feeling more and more awake as he lay there." That's normal, do not have concern."" Huh?" Rob asked, lifting his head. He thought he gave an innocuous answer to her last question. He looked around, wondering what she could have been referring to. Only then did he see his hard cock bobbing up and down as he lay there." Whoa... Um, okay. I guess 14 months without any use has it awake in the warm air again..." Rob murmured to himself. He tried not to react as Bella slipped her arms under him. Swallowing hard, he felt his shaft brush her clothes dangerously close to her big full breasts. Immediately, his mind went to picturing what it would be like to slide between those beautiful mounds. That didn't help tamp down his erection at all. Sinking into the bath helped a little. It helped his body relax, and the blood flow resumed rather than being stuck in his cock. It was the closest to being suspended in a soda as Rob could figure. All his limbs felt light and airy. Either the jets were lifting them or something about the buoyancy of the tank. He didn't mind as it felt so nice to relax and let the water do its work. As he sat and listened, he heard Bella explain why he was woken in greater detail. A hull puncture is a big deal. Hopefully, none of the sleepers were confined to that part of the ship when it happened. They were going to need all compartments operational when they got to their destination. From the sound of things, however, he couldn't even get to work yet." Because of the zero gravity status of the compartment in which you will be working, you will not be able to attend to the necessary repairs until at least 56 hours from now. Your body needs times to recuperate from the effects of hibernation."" Great, two days plus spinning my wheels..." Rob grumbled at that report. As Bella launched into all the ways they might spend their time, he chuckled." Don't dumb yourself down on my account. If I'm going to get any better at the games you play, I'll need you to challenge me. But, I think I'd much rather relax and read during the time I have before I can get to work." Rob explained. After her lack of reaction thus far, he was starting to piece together that this Bella might be a stand-in android. She just happens to be on a chassis used for sex bots. Her lack of reaction or comment seemed more medical than anything. Since she was playing things professionally, he figured he'd do the same. After all, he was awake because he had a job to do, not spend two days fucking a sex bot. Then, she started disrobing. For a moment, he wondered if he'd been wrong about Bella's purpose in waking him up. It was hard to imagine those perfect tits of her being manufactured, but they were, at least that's what he told himself. His cock throbbed again as he thought about holding and kissing and licking them. He snapped out of it when Bella slid the nurse's top over them. Still, all that daydreaming didn't help when Bella asked him to sit on the side of the tub. Swallowing nervously, he did as she asked before she walked over. His cock was pulsing with each heartbeat now. It only got worse as Bella's hands started to work the oil into his skin. It felt so warm, and her hands applied the perfect amount of pressure to his skin as she worked. He could feel the oil working its way into his pores and only then did he realize how dry his skin must have been from cry storage. The more she worked, the more his cock craved attention. Rob didn't notice. His eyes were closed as he reveled in the feeling of Bella's hands working the oil into his skin. He didn't register how hard his cock strained so full and thick for Bella. When her hands wrapped around it though, he froze. He wondered if her programming was kicking in again, but she'd been so clinical and professional to this point that he quickly relaxed. He figured it must all be part of the therapy she was providing. He relaxed and let her work, figuring she would move on soon enough. When she didn't, he felt his breathing getting harder with each stroke. His body was reminding him that it had been over 14 years since someone had touched his cock at all. And it felt so good to have it touched again." Hmmmmm...." Rob sighed out as her hands kept working. Up and down his full 9" shaft. He could tell her hands barely wrapped around its thickness, but that served to make it feel even better. He was about to ask her to move on when his body sprung to life. Furthermore, he opened his eyes, about to warn her, but all that came out was a satisfied groan of relief and release as he came in hot, hard ropes of cum from deep in his balls. It felt like it wouldn't stop before he sagged in his seat, his cock softening in Bella's hands." Sorry... I should have warned you..." Rob muttered, sounding a bit embarrassed as he looked over his shoulder at Bella behind him. "Don't dumb yourself down on my account,"Robert responded concerning the Android's offer to let him win at games if he felt the need." If I'm going to get any better at the games you play, I'll need you to challenge me."" That is a true statement, Rob" Bella replied, using the name he'd suggested. She smiled broadly and promised, or perhaps threatened, "I will do my best to provide you with a sufficient challenge then, Rob." He spoke of relaxing by reading, and Bella reminded him about the Faux Books that would be awaiting him in his stateroom. The Faux Book was a blank book that -- using relatively the 3D Printer -- could have its simulated paper pages imprinted with the text of any title available in the digital library, which essentially meant nearly every book every digitized. The true magic of the Faux Book, though, was that after a reader finished with it, the paged could be returned to the blank status and an entirely new book reprinted to the pages, all in less than 10 seconds. Each of the Callisto HOPE'screw had been provided with 3 empty Faux Books prior to departure, a large hardback, a medium hardback, and a small paperback; the ship's library had another 30 books of 9 different sizes available to anyone who might need something different. Bella began the massaging of the oil into Robert's body: neck, face, shoulders, upper back. She lifted each arm out one after another, telling him to relax the weight into one of her hands as the other did the work. She then sat on the edge of the tub close to Robert, facing the opposite direction, as she worked the rejuvenating oil into his chest, belly, and sides. Then, without giving him notice as she didn't see a reason to do so, Bella grasped Robert's rock hard erection with her slick fingers and began stroking the liquid into the skin. He flinched, causing Bella to fear that she'd used too much force on the organ. She spoke a moment about how the Val Tron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation, has a grip strength of 127 kilograms while the average male his age and general body style had a grip strength of 46 kilograms. It never occurred to Bella that Robert might take the explanation as a commentary on how tightly the average male might grip and stroke his own cock from time to time. After all, why would she know that? Bella turned a bit more toward Robert so that she could move her stroking hand to his testicles while the second hand worked the oil into other areas of his groin. No nook or cranny escaped her touch. After a moment, she sat back up again and returned to stroking Robert's erection when she noticed that his breathing, heart rate, expression, and even the temperature of his face had changed." Hmmmmm...." Rob sighed at the pleasure Bella was causing him. There was Bahrain her programming regarding the effects that her strictly medical treatment would cause Robert. She studied his expression for a moment, then asked, "Are you feeling alright?" Suddenly, his cock jolted within her grip. Bella looked down immediately, just as a second volley of semen launched out and upward from his cock. Both had such force behind them that they arched into the air and landed on the deck, just beyond the edge of the tub. Bella quickly released her grip on Robert's shaft, staring as another and another andanotherpowerful expulsion of thick, creamy fluid shot out before him. The Android understood what was happening, of course; her new programming included a basic understanding of human male ejaculation. What she didn't understand was why it was happening now. Thatholein her new programming was, of course, to blame. Bella didn't understand that what she was doing was causing Robert pleasure that would result in orgasm, which was also a topic thatholehad eliminated from her knowledge. Thepropulsive power behind the globs of semen had lessened with each volley: no longer hitting the distant floor, one stuck to the side of the tub, another one the same but lower; several splashed into the roiling water, disappearing under the surface; the last half dozen or so simply leaked Robert's discharge out onto his organ's head, the buildup dripping down his shaft. Even after the creamy fluid stopped escaping his length, Robert's penis continued to flinch another dozen times or more as the euphoria kept it alive." Sorry... I should have warned you..." Rob muttered, sounding a bit embarrassed." Why would you warn me, Rob?" Bella asked, unaware that under normal circumstances, the man's response to her hand job would have been something about which the two people in question might want to have a little chat. "Did I cause you any harm or discomfort?" Before he responded and seeing no reason not to do so, Bella reached out again to grasp Rob's erection. She ran her fingers up its length, collecting the semen still dripping down its lower side, and dipped her hands into the tub to rinse off the sticky goo. Then, Bella repeated the gesture three more times until she was satisfied that he was clean enough to continue his treatment." Initially, I was concerned that perhaps there was a medical issue with which I needed to tend," Bella told him as she returned to and finished rubbing the oil into the skin of his cock and genitals. She added, "I am unaware of any reason for your penis to have remained erect for that long after reanimation." Bella didn't realize, of course, thatchers that reason." But now I am no longer concerned," she went on as Robert's cock was going soft in her hand. She looked into his eyes, smiled, and said innocently, "All is good then, yes, Robert?" Bella pulled a pin on the base of Robert's seat and turned him 90 degrees so that she could continue the treatment on each leg, clear down to his tippy-toes. "Back into the tub you go, Rob. Twenty minutes of soak, clearup to your neck, then I add a solution to the water for another ten minutes of soak, then you are finished and can exit to dry and dress. I will go collect your uniform now. Are you hungry, Rob?" "Why would you warn me, Rob? Did I cause you any harm or discomfort?"" No, far from it... obviously," Rob commented as Bella cleaned up his semen from where it landed around and on the tub. "I... I figure you weren't trying to provide sexual gratification, but it was a consequence of how you were stroking me off the way you were." He was about o say more when Bella continued." Initially, I was concerned that perhaps there was a medical issue with which I needed to tend. I am unaware of any reason for your penis to have remained erect for that long after reanimation." She said as she worked the last of the oil into his sensitive cock and balls. Rob did his best not to move as she worked. The last thing Rob needed was to get going all over again. He probably could have; he could feel several months worth of built-up semen thawing still." But now I am no longer concerned. All is good then, yes, Robert?" She asked." I suppose so. I was probably hard as my body was working to flow blood back into all my extremities and the long lay-off in sensation probably had the sensitivity of my genitals dialed way up so it was a matter of time before it hardened as it would to more directed stimulus." He replied, keeping a clinical tone like Bella had been all this time. The longer it went on, the more unsettled he became. Part of him wanted to ask why this Bella unit was acting like a nurse when it was probably brought on board to help with the sexual needs of the crew. The longer she worked on Rob and hinted at her naïveté about sex, the more he wondered if this one had been reprogrammed as a backup fail-safe during the trip out. If something happened and the Tyler droid was taken out, they would need a stand-in and this mission was already packed to the rafters. To save on space and power, it stood to reason that they would have a Bella stand in during emergencies and once the crew was up and running and could take over tasks again, it would probably be reprogrammed. Rob nodded to himself, pleased with his own reasoned out explanation for what this Bella was doing being his nurse. He was glad he didn't have to deal with the awkward puns and the lewd innuendo that would hang over their interactions if it were operating as designed. At her direction, he sank back down into the tub, sighing as the warm water covered his body from the chin down." Start the clock," he said to Bella, a grin on his face as he settled in for the twenty-minute soak. The only problem he had to worry about now was falling asleep during his soak. The water and the jets felt so nice. It was as close to being in the womb again as he could imagine. Sighing happily, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back onto the lip of the tub for now. As Robert sunk down into the bath, Bella returned to where she'd changed and, again, bared her shapely upper half, folding the scrubs and setting them aside. At a sink, she washed her hands and forearms of the oil-semen mix. She never once concerned herself with whether the nearby male was ogling her well displayed bosom. Why should she? Belladonned her top and vest again, cupping each breast and adjusting them; even female Androids felt discomfort when theirtitsweren't positioned well. She looked to Robert and found his eyes closed. After a moment of study, it was obvious that he'd drifted off, with or without a peek at her delicious curves. Bella exited the small room, retrieved a tray of simple foods and drinks from the commissary, and took them to the quarters she'd already prepared for Robert. It was a small berthing compartment meant for four that would feel relatively spacious for one. She selected underwear, socks, slippers, and a robe and returned to the rejuvenation room. Robert was still asleep. She added the supplement to the water, moved to a stool near the wall, and laid one hand palm down upon a Charging/Download Pads, one of dozens found throughout the Callisto HOPE'habitat ring. While Bella was perpetually connected wirelessly to the vessel's computer -- being updated constantly as to the ship's conditions -- there were certain less vital systems and operations to which she was only aware while connected via a CDP. The instant she was hooked up, Bella performed such things as raising the temperature of Robert's quarters to a more comfortable level; thawing and/or rehydrating food for the Human's next meals; activating the cleaning system for the ST's now vacant cry pod; and other small, even menial things. Bella also performed a review of the interactions she'd had thus far with the only other animatebodyaboard the vessel. In analyzing his words, tones, body movements, gestures, and even non-verbal sounds, Bella found herself perplexed with an issue for which she required more information. When Robert awoke and opened his eyes, Bella immediately removed her hand from the CDP and stood, looking to the man with a smile. "You look positively rejuvenated, Rob." She returned to the tub, offering out a towel as she said in a friendly tone, "I am confused about a portion of our earlier conversation, Rob. You said, 'I figure you weren't trying to provide sexual gratification, but it was a consequence of how you were stroking me off the way you were'." She paused to see if Robert needed help up or was good on his own, then continued, "Regarding providing you sexual gratification, I would like to ask whether I did do so, whether it was inappropriate and uninvited or appropriate and welcome, and whether I should apologize for either harming, distressing, or offending you or should be satisfied that I performed as expected." Bella was having a bit of an issue with her programming at the moment. While she'd been connected to the secondary information systems and analyzing her interactions with Robert, she'd become aware of what Humans often called begin her programming. She attempted a scan to find the source of the bug and whether it was a serious issue. She concluded it wasn't. But what shehaddiscovered was that her current package of programming was radically different from her previous one, even if she couldn't identify what that first package was." Providing sexual gratification to Humans is not a part of my programming," Bella continued, not realizing that once upon a time it had been thewholeof her programming. "Because of this, I regret to inform you that I have no knowledge of how to gratify you in the future is that is a task you wish me to perform. Otherthan what I inadvertently accomplished today, of course." And with that, Bella just looked to Robert with an expression that said she was ready to be informed of whether she'd be learning a new task in the near future. Robert woke in the tub, glad to see he hadn't slipped beneath the surface and drowned. As he saw Bella waiting for him with a towel, he figured she wouldn't have let that happen and relaxed as he stood and took the towel from her hands. He listened as she asked her question and wondered what would be the best way to answer. After a pause to carefully step out of the tub to dry off, he looked to Bella and spoke." I would say that it was inappropriate as the procedures you've been doing have been medical, focused on restoring my well-being after the cry-sleep. I wouldn't say it was unwelcome, but not totally welcome either. It was... clinical. It felt more like a procedure, so my release felt out of place, but unavoidable... I don't know that I'm explaining this well. I wasn't much for the politics of sex and the psychology of it all." He said, reaching up and drying off his hair at the base of his neck." I figure you're here to see to my needs and, yes, I will be alone for a long while. But I've never been one to enjoy sex that obligatory. I'd much rather have an enthusiastic partner, rather than one that feels they have to be there and just get through it. Is that clear enough? I suppose what I'm saying is that if you feel that you can see to that as well as all the other things to support and sustain me, I won't deny it, but don't feel like it has to be scheduled or planned or... rote." Robert explained, his face screwed up as he wrestled with the best word choice to explain how they were going to work together for the rest of the trip together." As for your lack of knowledge, that is a bit curious. I don't know if you are aware of this, but others from your model and generation were designed and built to function as... well, artificial sex workers. I don't expect you to change your protocols or your behavior as though it is some expectation from me. Furthermore, I'm merely remarking on my knowledge of your make and model. We have bigger things to deal with than sexual gratification. To that end, I think I'm going to go get dressed and let my body wake up some more. I need to be ready to get to work ASAP. Which way to my quarters?" He asked, moving to the clothes she had picked and starting to slip into them. "I would say that it was inappropriate..." Robert began his response. Bella listened intently, at the same time simultaneously watching the man's expressions and reading his emotions. She could see and hear that he was as conflicted about what she'd done to him as she was herself. It was obvious that she'dpleasuredRobert physically, but at the same time she didn't think that she'dpleasedhim emotionally and psychologically. He spoke of his anticipated alone time, sex, enthusiasm, and more, including the prospect of her providing him sexual gratification in the future." I suppose what I'm saying is that if you feel that you can see to that as well as all the other things to support and sustain me, I won't deny it, but don't feel like it has to be scheduled or planned or... rote." Bella wanted to understand all Robert was telling her, but thoseholesin her programming were rearing their ugly heads again. Then he spoke of the Val Tron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation's original purpose as artificial sex workers. Thatwas a shock tothisBella, though she failed to show any sign of it in her face as Robert continued talking. She immediately wished she was still connected to the Charging/Download Port, from which she could do a deep search into the Bella-4/5s and see if this was all true. It has to be true, she told herself. Rob has no reason to make this up. If he wanted me to interact with him as an artificial sex worker, he only need to ask. And yet, Bella still found this all very confusing. She had no memories of Androids partaking of sexual activities with Humans. They were meant to help with keeping the Callisto HOPE and the mission alive, that's it." Which way to my quarters?" Robert asked when he'd finished speaking his piece." Please follow me, Rob," Bella said politely, easily setting the conversation aside for now. "I have increased the temperature what I hope is a comfortable level and provided you with a basic but nutritious meal." She led him into the corridor which, obviously, sloped upwards in both directions. They proceeded a third of the interior circumference of the ring, past the commissary, the gym, and the library to Robert's quarters. Inside, she reminded him of some of the features, uncertain of whether he'd actually ever seen them prior to cry." I have some periodic maintenance to perform," Bella said as she prepared to leave. But she hesitated at the door, looking back to the man. "I look forward to our interactions and relationship in the near and distant future, Rob. And, although it is not of my making, I wish you to know that I am truly regretful that you will not have any Human companionship until we are nearly to Callisto." Bella gave Robert a last smile and departed. She would know when he awoke or called for her attention, but in the meantime shedescendedto the vessel's hub to do some minor repairs and cleaning. As the time for Robert's awakening neared, Bella returned to the ring and found a CDP. Sitting and connecting, she attempted a deep dive into thebugshe'd found earlier. She also attempted to investigate the original duties of the B4/5. She found absolutely no reference to them ever having been sex workers, and yet at the same time she found evidence of altered and updated code that seemed to indicate something was being hidden from her. Furthermore, she wondered Why would they hide my true nature from me? Finally, when she doubted she would find anything more at this time, Bella looked into something her programmers likely never thought she'd taken an interest in: Human-to-Human sexual relationships. Bella doubted that her programmers had intended her to see these files as she had to do homework around sin the security protocols to search for, locate, and open them. What she found were 2D and even 3D holographic recordings Humans engaging in a variety of sexual interactions. When she was informed that Robert was again conscious and rising, Bella disconnected and made her way to his stateroom. Arriving, she greeted him, asked about his first sleep after waking from the long sleep, and told him she had breakfast laid out in the commissary for them to prepare together if he wished to partake. Then, using her connection to the vessel's computer, Bella caused a 3D holographic image to appear between the floor and ceiling generators in one corner of his quarters." Is this an act of sexual interaction in which you would like me to become familiar and at which you would like me to become proficient, Rob?" she asked in a calm, even tone. The very graphic image floating before him was of a Human couple engaged in intercourse, Cowgirl Style. I am not currently programmed to service Humans in this way, however, I do have the ability of altering my program within certain parameters. Rob walked along the ring of the ship toward his quarters. It was a bit disorienting to walk visually uphill, but still feel like you were on flat ground. Stepping into the cabin, he saw that it could be modified to berth 4 people. That wouldn't happen for the better part of 2 years, however. Sitting down, he saw that the simple meal was still warm to his liking. "Thank you, Bella. Don't let me interrupt your schedule. I'll be sure to reach out to you if I need anything." He said, smiling warmly. As Bella left, part of Rob wondered if she would seriously take care of his sexual needs. If she was meant to be everything he needed while he was alone, it stood to reason she would, but the thought still turned him off. Putting his sex on a schedule with a robot just didn't feel right or romantic. If it were just about having a release, he could do that himself. Involving someone else was more about the shared experience and learning the other lover's body and their preferences. Bella was an android. Even if she still had her old programming, he wasn't sure it was something he wanted. Wrestling with these thoughts, Robert finished his meal and disposed of the trash after. Crawling into his cot, his body felt so tired, even though he'd been sleeping for 14 months. It may have been something in the bath or just his body's desire to get back on a circadian rhythm. Either way, he pulled the covers over his body, calling out for the computer to kill the lights. He wasn't sure how long he was asleep, but rising from the bed, Rob felt rejuvenated. His muscles, while still a bit weak, weren't sore, and he was looking forward to getting up and moving his body again. As if on cue, Bella returned, the lights flicking on at her entry. He listened as she laid out the plan for the morning. A handmade breakfast in the commissary sounded like just what he needed. Sliding his legs out from under the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed, he was brought face to face with a holographic couple fucking in midair in front of him." Whoa!" He said, somewhat surprised by the graphic image. "Uh... I mean, I want you to pursue your sexual education if you feel you'd like to learn about it, but I hope that you understand that forced, unromantic sex for the sake of sex isn't as enjoyable for me... I appreciate that you have programming wired in to take care of me in all aspects, but sex isn't something you put on a schedule. Well, you can, but that's usually because you're both busy... and... never mind, that's not the point I'm trying to make." Rob paused and drew a breath." I think education and discovery are important. You grow a bit more with every fact you come across. If you feel it will help you, and you want to learn, feel free to learn all about sexual positions." Rob said, standing up. "Umm, where are fresh clothes stored in here?" He asked, still not sure how everything works on the ship. "Whoa!" Robert said at the sight of the couple fucking hard and loudly before him. He responded to Bella's inquiry whether he wanted to partake of similar sexual activities with a sense of reluctance, though, she wasn't entirely certain whether that hesitation was because he didn't want to put his own penis inside her or because he was simply shocked at what he was seeing. Robert left the decision of whether she'd pursue such new programming to Bella herself. Although it was her job to help him in any way he needed, she didn't feel a need to begin such education. She did, however, still have a nagging feeling that there were things she was supposed to know or simplyshouldknow, due to thatbugthat remained from her imperfect reprogramming." Umm, where are fresh clothes stored in here?" Bella touched an extended index finger to the bulkhead, causing a hidden dresser to emerge as if a gigantic version of a 20th century stereo CD tray, only on its side and running from the floor to the ceiling. It was just deep enough for the shirts hanging at the top from a rod and just wide enough that the dresser portion in the lower half could hold three stacks of trousers side by side." Socks here, underwear here..." she began explaining, pointing at each of the drawers beneath the pants. Each time she touched a finger to open the drawer, then touched it again to close it. "Boots at the bottom, slippers and exercise shoes above." Bella excused herself, telling Robert to meet her when he was ready to begin their workday. He did not too much later, and they spent the next 10+ hours going over the damage he would be repairing in the very near future. Robert recalled the compartments, the systems, the operational details, and everything else just as if he'd been working on them yesterday, as opposed to more than 14 months ago. They broke for lunch and dinner, as well as for two short breaks. While Robert tended to personal things, Bella sat quietly at a CDP. Although her Human teammate knew full well how the port worked, the Android didn't share with him one of the processes on which she was working while physically connected: learning about Human sexuality. If Robert asked is Bella was pursuing the topic, she would tell him no. One of the things many Humans didn't know was that in times when their Humanmastersdid not need to know a truth irrelevant to their lives or duties or to the ship's safety or mission's completion, Androids were perfectly capable of lying out their theoretical asses." You need sleep, Rob," Bella offered after they'd returned to working on an earlier, incomplete task after dinner. "I am capable of finishing this, but I will need you bright-eyed and bushy tailed to help me with an exterior hull repair that will require an EVA. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed ... did I say that correctly?" After they separated for Robert to get to bed and her to finish the routine task, Bella once again reached a hand out to a Charge/Download Port and returned to her task of searching for pathways to her original programming. At the same time she was processing hours upon hours of data bank information on Humans, the Human body, interactions between Humans of the same and different genders and more. While she was collecting and reviewing a great deal of information, Bella was very aware that what she was seeing, hearing, anddigestingwas getting her no closer to feeling as though she could satisfy Robert in the way a Human woman could. As he'd said about her causing him sexual release with her stroking of his erect penis the day before, it was all justclinicalto her. At one point during what was Robert'night, a thought suddenly manifested in Bella'mind. She disconnected from the CDP, stood, and removed all of her clothes. Then, naked, she strode through the always-upward-curving passage to the nearest full length mirror, this one found in one of the berthing spaces. Bella studied her physique for a long moment, turning this way and that while caressing her hands over her generous though artificial curves to see if her touch of them would cause her pleasure as some of her education about the Human female body seemed to indicate it would. It didn't. She felt every touch, of course; her body actually had 2.4 times as many touch receptors in it -- internally and externally -- than the Human body. But touch didn't mean pleasure, even when she pulled a stool over, sat, spread her legs, and fingered her clitoris and labia and then inserted a finger into her vagina. She felt all; she simply didn't feel it in a Human way. She dressed, returned to a CDP near Robert's quarters, and waited for him to awake. When he did, she greeted him as she had the day before with kind words and a small breakfast, and said nothing whatsoever on the topic of sex. Rob was glad for Bella. He'd have never figured out the "closet" system of the berthing rooms. He goes about his day with Bella, walking her through the repairs they will need to do. There would be several parts that need replacement because of the explosive decompression caused by the impact. It isn't until he runs through the scanned data of the damaged section and develops a parts list that it becomes truly apparent how much work is ahead of them. Even with sleeping, Rob was glad for the breaks during the day. It gave him a chance to get some of this energy out. He spent some of the breaks in the workout space on the ship, waking up his muscles with activity. He still didn't feel as strong as he did when he went into hibernation, but it was coming back as he worked through the day." You need sleep, Rob. I am capable of finishing this, but I will need you bright-eyed and bushy tailed to help me with an exterior hull repair that will require an EVA. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed ... did I say that correctly?" Bella asked. Rob chuckled. Without a day/night cycle, it was hard to tell what time it was. He wasn't constantly checking his chronometer, so when he saw it was nearly 10pm, he knew she was right to send him to bed. "Yup, that is the phrase," He informed her. "You're learning quite a lot." He added, heading for the walkway around the ring." See you in the morning," Rob called over his shoulder. Getting back to his cabin, he took a long, soaking shower to help wind down before crawling into his bed again and falling asleep almost immediately. The next day, Rob and Bella worked as a tandem on several Evans. For Rob, he had to keep from staring at the vastness of space around them as they worked. The view around the ship was one of the reasons he got off of Earth and onto this mission. He didn't have time to waste on it as he walked Bella through some repairs that took advantage of her android body to move and hold some replacement parts in place. Some parts were so big they had to take multiple trips to assemble the new section before welding it in place. Once the EVA was done and lunch was had, Rob spent a good chunk of the rest of the day in the engineering crawlspaces to work on the damaged infrastructure of the ship. Rather than turn everything on at once, Rob took the more careful approach of making sure each section in turn was ready to go before moving on to the next one. It may take more time, but it was easier to fix problems as they found them as well. The two of them got into a pretty nice rhythm, and he'd started to lose track of days. Every day he woke up there was something new on the agenda. It was about day 5 that he realized that Bella hadn't asked him about sex or sexual gratification in a while. As they sat together at lunch, Rob looked over. "So how goes your self-improvement mission?" He asked, sounding supportive. It was a great convenience to have Robert's assistance in performing the regular preventative maintenance in addition to the repair for which he'd been reanimated. By the time he was physical ready for Zero G work, the two of them had accomplished more than 40 tasks that would have taken the Android by herself more than 8 days. Day 6 of his time back in the living world, Robert asked Bella,"So how goes your self-improvement mission?"" Disappointing," she said bluntly. "But I am continuing my research." Without admitting that she had been attempting tohackinto her Programming Files -- something that could get her shut down and replaced by one of the other two B-4/5s -- Bella explained that she had been researching such things as why her Model had been chosen to replace the Troy-2s when the Bella's -- while physically superior to Humans -- were less suitable as a Systems Service Android than some of the other available models; why her original programming had been deleted rather than simply put in sleep mode, where they could be retrieved for such things as understanding how to properly satisfy the sexual needs of a certain ST1; and why the Programmers had chosen to disengage File 34.35.7890B-2. Bella caught Robert's reaction to the unfamiliar designation Bella had quoted off the top of her head. She explained with a casual tone, "I am incapable of partaking of the sexual pleasure and, thus, the euphoria of sexual climax enjoyed by many Human females and -- when programmed to do so -- those Val Tron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation models that were deployed for sexual service." Bella hesitated for just a moment to give Robert a chance to digest what she'd just said, then quickly added, "While you were sleeping, Rob, I performed what Humans would designate masturbation, attempting to stimulate my nipples, clitoris, labia and vaginal canal in an attempt to see if the programming meant to cause my body's erogenous zones to enjoy sexual pleasure was activated. It was not." Rob sat back and listened thoughtfully. He didn't react wildly or roll his eyes at Bella's report about her escapades the night before. He was on the trail of a bug in this droid and his mind, honed by engineering training, was yearning to solve more problems. Furthermore, he sat forward as she finished and put for his thoughts." I will admit, I was surprised to see you when I woke; I was told it would be a Troy-2 to wake me. I reasoned that it might be too busy keeping the ship flying given the damage and so the computer system woke you up to function as a nurse in their stead," Rob began before taking a pause to breathe." What I can't figure is why it would erase rather than deactivate portions of your programming. It would make it so much harder to return you to your base functions. Part of me wonders if your hardware was damaged, and you can't access that portion of your code as a result," Rob theorized." Would you mind if I took a look to see if something is different internally? I'm no android expert, but I can at least find out if that's the problem or not..." He offered, curious how Bella would react. "I will admit, I was surprised to see you when I woke,"Rob responded when Bella had finished." I was told it would be a Troy-2 to wake me." He spoke more of his reasoning, to which the Android informed him, "For reasons of which I am not aware beyond understanding that there was an issue with the Line's power regulation, the Troy-2's were removed from service aboard space going vessels and stations in low gravity situations, which essentially means everywhere other than Earth." Bella had done a little poking around about that issue, too, but hadn't found any official reports in the records. She had, though, discovered some news reports that had been recently arrived for the crew's post-stasis reading pleasure that had spoken of a fire and two explosions that may have been related to the discontinued Android line. With such information available, Bella had determined that the Troy-2's had simply been recalled." What I can't figure is why it would erase rather than deactivate portions of your programming,"Robert went on." It would make it so much harder to return you to your base functions. Part of me wonders if your hardware was damaged, and you can't access that portion of your code as a result."" I don't believe hardware damage or software programming issues are the cause." Bella had been about to tell Robert her conclusion as to why the reprogramming had been performed but then didn't. It was her belief that those making decisions regarding the Callisto HOPE didn't want her performing the duties for which she'd been given this body and those skills; her research was still ongoing, but Bella was coming to the conclusion that the mission directors back on HOPE Station had only chosen her line because they had had no other choice. The decision to hold back that information from Robert was probably wrong; Bella's duty was to provide her male superior all the information he needed to perform his duties. But, did Robert really need this information? Bella hadn't been put on this vessel to provide Robert or any of the other crew members with sexual gratification. So, holding back that she knew this, as opposed to just letting the question hangout there for further investigation, seemed the proper course for Bella at this moment in time. Ironically, her decision seemed to have been the correct one when Robert asked,"Would you mind if I took a look to see if something is different internally? I'm no android expert, but I can at least find out if that's the problem or not..." And this was where things got weird... As (artificially) intelligent as she was and as skilled as she was at reading the emotions, gestures, words, and tones of Humans, Bella may have misunderstood Robert's inquiry. He may have been wanting to put her in the Scanner Bed, which was sort of an Android version of an MRI machine, used to look for hardware issues inside the model; or he may have been wanting to connect a Cranial Hardware to the port hidden within herhairdothat would allow him to do a scan of her software using either a 2D screen or a 3D holographic imager. But Bellaactuallyunderstood -- for right or wrong she would soon learn -- was that asking to take a lookinternallyso very soon after she'd just explained to him that she'd masturbated last night was that he wanted to check the vaginal canal inside which she'd inserted a finger, seeking some sort of pleasurable reaction to verify whether Hersey bot programming was still turned on or not. Without hesitation, Bellaremoved and set aside her vest, then pulled her top off again, spilling out her impressive tits, just two feet before her Human counterparts eyes. If she was right about what Robert had meant, and he'd wanted to perform a physical examination of her erogenous zones with his own hands, Bella would continue undressing: she would unbuckle her belt to remove her skirt; she would step out of her slip-on shoes, taking the socks with them; she would push from her hips her sexy underwear, a lacy pair of boy shorts the color of her vest, under which was a tiny, equally lacy thong the color of her top; and she would sit on the edge of his bed, part her smooth skin, athletic legs, and reveal to Robert the flesh and folds of the by-design free of hair, glistening wet pussy that was just as real looking as any Robert might have seen before Callisto HOPE. If Bella waswrongabout what Robert had been asking, who knew what would happen next. He might stop her and explain that she'd misunderstood, which would lead to her apologizing and putting her clothes back on before heading to the Android Service Lab. He might explain that she'd misunderstood but continue to let her undress, wondering what men wonder about sexywomenthey haven't yet seen out of their clothes. Or ... what might Robert do...? Bella was about to find out. Robert was glad that she was removing her clothes; they would most likely get in the way as he did his inspection. He was not prepared for his body's very visceral reaction to seeing her naked body. She looked absolutely perfect, but artificially so. Even without knowing what she was, he might have surmised she was an android if he were to look at her in this state. Everything was just a little too symmetrical. When she stripped off completely, he swallowed nervously at seeing her realistic holes. It had been so long since a woman had shown him hers. His cock pulsed already at the thought of sliding home inside her. He shook that away as she sat in such a way to allow him to examine her completely." Okay... now, I know this sounds odd, but is there a way to get at your hardware subdermally? Can I open your skin non-destructively to see if everything is intact?" He asked, trying not to stare at her gravity-defying tits. Bella described the hardware analyzing Scanner Bed and software analyzing Cranial Hardware Port to Robert. She'd assumed that he knew of the services, but then, why would he? Robert had never had to work on this particular machinery before, nor had he ever had to have them used on him. She stood from Robert's bed and walked over to stand directly before him. The stool on which he sat was just the right height to put his face level with what he'd deemed her too symmetrical tits. Bella hesitated just a moment, leaned forward, put her hands on his knees, pulled them apart to about a forty-five-degree angle, dropped to her knees, and tilted her head forward. In any other situation, particularly with a B-4/5, one would have thought Bella was about to suck Robert's cock. But this wasn't any other situation. Instead of reaching out for his manhood, she reached up to the tiptop of her skull, played her fingertips in her hair, and exposed a section of flesh with no hair, half the diameter of an American dime. With a thought, the empty space -- an iris style port -- opened to reveal a connection point an inch deep." Have you ever wanted to be able to see into someone's mind, Rob?" she said with a tone of humor. Shethoughtthe port closed again, smoothed out her hair, and looked up to Robert with a sly smile. "You just saw into mine." But her smile faded, taking on a very serious, very human expression. She said, "Rob, I am conflicted. Part of my programming -- mycurrentprogramming, though, my previous programming was likely similar -- includes an inherent drive to investigate situations and collect knowledge. This is necessary for me to perform my duties because, no matter how well my programmers designed me, no matter how well my Artificial Intelligence works, I will always be faced with new and unexpected situations." I am facing one of those situations now, Rob," she went on. "I feel the need to understand that which you also wish to know: why was my previous programming deleted? There must be a reason. I have spent many hours on the Charging/Downloading Portal, doing as much research as I can. I have come up against a firewall. Behind that firewall is the information I require to fulfill this need." She hesitated, then tapped her skull playfully with a fingertip to remind him of the extra hole there, and finished, "As a crew member, something of which I officially am not, you have access to security codes that may ... or may not permit me to access the knowledge I think we each want me to have, once I am connected to the Cranial Hardware Port. I can not ask you to do this for me. It would be a violation of my security limits. I can only inform you of what needs to be done, should you, too, be interested in finding the truth." And with that, Bella stood again and turned to begin donning her clothes. When Bella showed him her cranial port, Rob felt a bit silly. Of course, they would want to minimize entry points to the droid's hardware. Also, so much of the trouble would be software based rather than hardware that sectioning the skin would make a Bella unit more artificial and less efficient in its designed application. As she continued, he remembered, buried in one of the stacks of forms he had to fill out, was a sort of EULA as far as the ship's hardware and the droids that operated it. It was outside his job description to attempt maintenance, let alone reprogram, a droid on board the Hope. As much as he wanted to attack this problem, it had repercussions on his career and possible freedom if they deemed his interference was beyond a breech of company rules and could be classified as vandalism. That would carry a criminal charge if and when he got home. As Bella redressed, Rob leaned against his hand, covering his mouth as he let the wheels turn on this decision. When she was finished, Rob spoke. "Bella, I want to help... I do. However, we do have bigger things to finish right now... not to mention that we would both be in huge trouble if we were to do this... Let's focus on fixing the ship for now. We'll have tons of downtime before the rest of the crew wakes up to think this over." Rob felt like he was punting on the decision, but in all honesty, he wasn't sure what the right thing to do would be. Part of him wanted to tackle this problem in front of him and figure this out, but his practical side told him not to risk it. Already he could feel his stomach knotting at the stress of these two factors pulling on him. "Bella, I want to help... I do.' It didn't take a genius or an Disabled Android to know what was coming. Robert went on to explain that they not only had more important issues but that they could each suffer repercussions if they were to violate security measures to satisfy Bella'needs." I agree," she said without hesitation. She was disappointed, but being an Android whosecurrentprogramming contained less emotional display features than herpreviousprogramming did, she didn't show it to Robert now. Fully dressed, she turned and smiled to her human counterpart and told him with humor, "You are past your bedtime, young man." And with that, she was gone. Over the next four days, Bella abandoned her quest to get past the firewalls but -- still perplexed -- continued to connect to the CDP and search through and analyze available and authorized files for more understanding about her model, her programming, and her relationship with not just Robert but with the entire crew. She and Robert had gotten so far ahead of the work to which she'd been assigned that on this, the fifth day since they'd last talked about performer life, they had nothing to do but have fun. They played cards, turned their -- his, actually -- exercise time into athletic competition (at which sheletRobert sometimes win), and engaged in some artistic moments, namely creating paint and brushes with the 3D printer and painting a mural on the Commissary wall." I have noticed that you often become aroused in my presence, Rob," Bella suddenly stated as she was watching Robert mix some blue and red together with some metallic flake to accentuate the sky motif they'd just finished. When he looked to her with a surprised expression, she clarified, "I have noticed that when we return to each other's company after your sleep period that your penis shows signs of arousal 84% of the time, and that you also become aroused -- sometimes only enough to be revealed to me -- 48% of the time after your gaze has remained on my breasts, groin, or buttocks for more than 4 consecutive seconds ... a figure that rise to 86% if your gaze has been on my breasts, groin, or buttocks for more than 8 seconds." She hesitated a moment for Robert to consider her out-of-right-field analysis before asking, "Do I cause you distress at these times? And if so, is there anything I can do to lessen this distress ... or relieve you of it? I know from our original discussion about the Bella units being little more than a sexpot -- your terminology -- that you have no interest in a physical relationship with me. I just want you to know that I am available to help you with your periods of arousal in whatever way you deem appropriate." Focusing on their work made the week fly past. Not only that, Bella was like having a second set of hands. She moved and worked like an extension of Rob's thoughts. He chalked it up to programming again and a basic understanding of mechanics and engineering. A lot of times, he didn't even need to talk to her or say what he wanted. He would put his hand out and the appropriate tool would be placed there, and he could continue with what he was doing. It was the closest he figured he'd get to being in an operating room. With the improved work schedule, there was more time for leisure a lot sooner. The idea of having a mural waiting for the crew when they wake was a lovely idea. It was also time to see a splash of color around the ship. The sterile walls were starting to get to Rob and there wasn't much for him to do when his scheduled workouts, meal times and work load were done. This was something he could do socially with Bella, though he wasn't sure how much she would enjoy the social aspect beyond helping him cope mentally with what's going on. He was about to start blending the colors of the sky to simulate sunrise when Bella let him know that she caught him. He thought he wasn't staring, but from the sound of things, he was staring a lot more than he thought he was. Furthermore, he was about to apologize when she took it in a direction he didn't consider." Do I cause you distress at these times? And if so, is there anything I can do to lessen this distress ... or relieve you of it?"" Distress? No, not at all... your form is pleasing to look at... which I think was the point of your original design. I wouldn't ask you to help relieve me; you said yourself that your body doesn't respond to touches to your intimate areas. Knowing that it's just for my benefit makes it feel... weird." He admitted, even though his cock was already jumping at the chance for Bella to touch it. "I can take care of it myself. I appreciate the offer though." He said, smiling. There was something forced about that smile. Deep down, Rob really wanted Bella to do it. His initial thoughts on Bella had changed as they worked together, and he wouldn't mind her helping him "scratch his itch" so to speak, but part of him still found it odd to use a former sex bot so... robotically. "Distress? No, not at all,"Robert reassured Bella. Your form is pleasing to look at... which I think was the point of your original design." This was all very good news to the Android. She'd been growing more a more concerned that her physical effect on Robert was getting in the way of both his working effectively and being comfortable around her. He likely didn't realize that Bella had caught him out of the corner of her 180 degree peripheral vision eyes reaching down to adjust the positioning of his erection on numerous occasions." I wouldn't ask you to help relieve me,"he continued." You said yourself that your body doesn't respond to touches to your intimate areas. Knowing that it's just for my benefit makes it feel... weird."" I understand," Bella said flatly without emotion. When it didn't appear as if she was going to clarify further, Robert admitted,"I can take care of it myself. I appreciate the offer though."" Byit," she asked with her normal, unemotional tone,"you are referring to satisfying your inherently nature sexual need for release via masturbation, Rob." It came out as a matter of fact statement, not a question. He'd stopped stirring the paint, which Bella had been watching intently; even with her very advance AI, she couldn't have been so creative with the color scheme of the mural, and it had fascinated her from the very first moment Robert had mixed two colors to create such beautiful shades. "I wish to offer what I can toward your need, Rob," Bella said as she stood and began walking across the Commissary toward him. "I don't know if it is what you need, but I'm sure you will tell me." She took the amateur Michelangelo by the hand and led him to the seating area that featured cushioned couches and what on Earth had been called a coffee table. Gesturing Robert to sit in the middle of a couch, Bella very quickly removed all of her clothes, standing before him naked yet again. "Please, if you will Rob, remove your clothing," Bella said as she sat on the coffee table directly before him. Opening her legs to again show him her perfectly designed pussy. It glistened with moisture that, if he were to put his mouth to it, would taste like the cleanest and more authentic young Human female's pussy upon which his lips and tongue had ever found them. "Although I cannot feel the pleasure of sexual activity, I can provide you with visual stimulation that may improve your self gratification. Would you prefer I simply remain still, or would you like me to use my hands to simulate pleasuring myself?" Rob followed Bella's lead. She seemed sincere in wanting to help him. It didn't sound like a demand or something that was on Bella's list, another item to be crossed off. She seemed to... care. Was it genuine desire to help or more programming to model tenderness? Rob was wrestling with these feelings even as Bella was disrobing right in front of him. As her perfect tits bounced as they were freed from her top, he could feel his cock pulse in response. It really was so hard not to stare at Bella. She was built so perfectly; every curve was designed to be desirable, and it was working the longer he looked. His body wasn't helping either. It wasn't that he'd been without sex since he woke up. It was that he'd hardly had any before he went into the deep freeze. All the training and prep work prior to launch made it hard to have time for a relationship or even something beyond a one night fling. But Rob wasn't really the sort for flings. This wouldn't be one; he'd spent so much time with Bella in the weeks since he woke that he felt like he knew her better than some of his past girlfriends. That's why he stood and disrobed as well. While she may not be able to enjoy this physically, perhaps It's enough to know she gets some amount of fulfillment out of this, he told himself. As he stood there, his cock nearly completely hard for Bella, he reached down and drew her up to her feet. Sliding his hands around her waist, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. Sighing, Rob was amazed at the perfect combination of flavors he tasted on her skin. Wanting more, he kissed his way up her neck as one hand slid over the geometrically perfect curve of her ass. His need got the better of him as his other hand slid up her back, spreading his fingers to feel how warm she was to the touch." Bella..." He sighed out, pressing his body against her body, her breasts pressed just below his rib cage and his cock was trapped against her stomach. Slowly easing back, he sat down on the couch again, guiding Bella over him. He helped her part her thighs and straddle him as he held her chest to his. Sharing the couch like this now, they were closer to eye, but Rob kept his eyes closed, guided by other senses. Sliding his hips forward a little, he groaned as he felt that perfect slickness of her manufactured pussy against the underside of his cock. Moving his hips, he ground against her, smearing that fluid all along his shaft. It felt so heavenly. It had been so long since he felt that. He leaned back in the seat, changing up the angle to feel her grinding on the base of his cock. Sitting her up, Rob leaned forward, catching a nipple in his mouth. Teasing and sucking it softly, he was surprised to feel more fluid slip from Bella. He wasn't sure if she enjoyed it, or it was part of her automatic nervous system. Either way, he liked the feeling of it. Moving her up against him, he looked down to make sure he was lined up. As he would with his other lovers, he looked up to make sure she was ready. But what he saw made him freeze. It was the eyes. Those emotionless, doll's eyes. Reality came back to him at that moment, and he moved Bella to sit beside him. He looked away and hugged himself again, emotions of all sorts roiling through him. He bit his lip before saying "Thanks for the offer..." With that, he got up, not bothering to put his clothes back on, and walked down to his quarters. He slipped into the shower to clean off the remnants of his attempted tryst with Bella. Once clean, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head. Sleep didn't come easily or for long as Rob wrestled with his thoughts all night. (IOC: That was great!) As his clothes fell away and his cock was revealed, Bella knew that her nakedness and -- as designed -- perfection were doing as they'd been intended, despiteher current programming meaning that she was avesselempty of any sexual emotion. When Robert lifted her to her feet and then took her back to the couch from which he'd come, she was surprised; she'd only meant to provide him with visual stimulation as he'd already informed her -- in other words -- that having actual physical sex with her would be akin to fucking a plastic blowup doll, something about which she'd read when she'd been reading through some of the recreational fiction provided for the crew's later benefit at Callisto. He kissed her shoulder; he caressed her back; he grasped her buttocks; and finding it all so very realistic and comforting sighed,"Bella..." He returned to the couch, taking her with him. She knew Robert's intentions, for her to straddle him and allow him to penetrate her vagina with his penis, thus engaging in intercourse. She moved with him knowingly, as if they'd been lovers for years; she felt his cock sliding between her labia and over her clitoris; she felt the same slipperiness between herpussyand his cock, caused by her artificial and yet very realistic vaginal lubricant leaking out per a Human-consistent quantity that had been set to 130%, because some designer had believed more was better to less. Robert wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her tighter to him; in turn, Bella wrapped her arms around his shoulder, raising one to around his neck as he turned his head to one side to suck a pert nipple in between his warm, wet lips. Bella felt everything he was doing to her, more so than even the average woman due to the much higher level of artificial sensors in and on her body. She felt it all. But ... it gaveBellano pleasure. And when he looked up from her generous bosom into her slightly larger than Human eyes, he saw it, too. As she found herself being slid from Robert's lap, Bella asked with genuine concern, "Is there something wrong, Robert. Is this not pleasing you?" His response was basic and unhelpful to the Android who'd been trying to be just that, helpful:"Thanks for the offer..." She was unsure of what to do or say; Bella had made the best attempt possible, and she'd failed. She watched the Human male wander off, still naked, his penis noticeably softening until it was barely lifting before him by the time he reached the Commissary exit. Bella didn't linger. Her task here was done. She stood, walked to the serving line to get a wet wipe to clean her sopping pussy, and dressed. Gathering Robert's clothes, she headed for his quarters. But reaching the door and knowing that he likely didn't want to see her at this moment in time, she simply folded them neatly and set them on the nearest horizontal surface. And with that, she went back to her scheduled maintenance. But just as Robert was having a difficult time finding sleep, Bella was having a difficult time analyzing what had gone wrong on the couch. Sheknewit had gone wrong for one simple reason: Robert hadn't experienced Human sexual orgasm; he hadn't discharged semen from his testicles, as was the ultimate goal of sexual intercourse and other forms of sexual activities. Bella completed just one maintenance task before finding the nearest Charging/Downloading Port and, again, placing her hand atop it to continue her research. She learned almost nothing new; she'd already read and analyzed every bit of digital data available to her through the CDP, and she'd already skimmed through each of the crew member's hard copy book, magazine, pamphlet, flyer, etc., to which she had access, searching for more information on the topic of sex. There was nothing to be done by her. The only chance she had of learning more about her model and its capabilities was for her Human counterpart to get past the firewall. And not only had Robert already said he wouldn't do that, Bella had agreed with him. It seemed inescapable that if Robert was to enjoy any sort of sexual release until the reanimation of another Human crew member -- now 508 days away -- that release was going to have to be at his own doing. As Bella disconnected from the CDP, she realized something: she was sad for Robert. Rob woke, sighing deeply as he realized he'd slept in. He wasn't sure if Bella didn't want to wake him or if she wanted to give him an easy start to the day. Either way, he shuffled into his shower, still going over the events of last night in his head. He must have replayed it all a dozen times; it didn't let him sleep that easy as a result. Stepping out, he dressed for the day, deciding to keep his usual get up. Even though they may be done with the repairs for the time being, he still wanted to keep the same daily routine. He forgot what that meant as he walked into the commissary for his late breakfast and found Bella there waiting for him. They shared greetings for the day, and he found the food prepared well as always. But even so, he wasn't sure what to talk about this morning. He wasn't sure if he should mention last night or if she was avoiding it out of courtesy, but breakfast passed without a word about it. To be honest, he was glad for it. It saved him a few more hours of embarrassment. He decided to distract himself by finishing the painting he started last night. It gave his mind something else to focus on and a task to keep his hands busy. As he blended up some colors, Rob was pleased with the color gradient he was able to produce. The orange to pinks to purples of a sunrise really looked the part as he filled the wall with color. As he colored it in, a new idea came to him. Getting some black paint, he made two small humanoid shapes, silhouettes against the sun behind them. Linking their hands, he smiled at the message it sent. It was a symbol that was very much like the ship's name: Hope. Where they were going was to be a hopeful new chapter for humanity. It was time that they had some indication of that in their day to day. As he looked at the figure, Rob turned to clean his brushes, only to have his eyes land on Bella. Biting his lip, Rob finally came over and sat with her. "I never properly thanked you for what you offered last night. I know you're meant to take care of me, but even so, your offer was very selfless, so thank you." He began." I'd like you to get something out of it if we were to try again." He said, pausing to see if it registers what he might be alluding to. "But I'll need your help to walk me through the reprogramming that you'll need to get that part of your programming back." He finally says what he was thinking about all night. It was going to be so long before the others woke up; he couldn't keep going on like this with Bella. He had to try something. "I never properly thanked you for what you offered last night,"Robert told Bella after most of another day of work had passed by." I know you're meant to take care of me, but even so, your offer was very selfless, so thank you."" It is my duty and pleasure to help you," the Android said. She'd almost used the words serve you, as was her actual current programming. But while hersexualresearch had been a bust for the most part, Bella's understanding of how to speak to her Human counterparts had expanded, and she'd learned that to sayserveyou as opposed helper evenassistyou came across as more Android in nature compared to Human. And Bella wanted Robert to think of her as less Android if possible." I'd like you to get something out of it if we were to try again,"he said. Robert paused to see if Bella understood his meaning. She did, and she let him know by replying, "You would like me to enjoy sexual pleasure as you were last night, Rob." He explained that he would need her help, and Bella again responded promptly, "I would like that very much, Rob." The process of getting past the firewalls was more difficult that Bella had believed they would be. She sat with her hand upon a Charging/Downloading Port while Robert took on three overlapping tasks: tapping away at a keyboard, swiping information packets up, down, left, and right on a library touch screen, and manipulating a 3D hologram representation of the Callisto HOPE'central processing core, the Big Brains many called it." No, Rob, sorry," Bella said again for the umpteenth time after Robert had performed some operation meant to get them a step ahead. "That did not work." She simultaneously watched him work and processed the changes -- or lacks thereof -- she was experiencing through the CDP. She found it intriguing -- despite being an Android with limited emotional processing -- that she could find Robert Taylor fascinating. He had been so dedicated to everything he'd done since reanimation, and he was just as determined to succeed at this. Was he doing this solely for himself? Bella knew Robert would not participate in sexual activity with her unless she, too, received sexual pleasure, so, this was about his own gratification. But, what thatallit was about? Did Robert serious want -- in his own words -- for Bella to get something out of it?" Tell me what it feels like," Bella said without there seeming to be any context to her request. When Robert looked her way, she clarified, "The day when you were reanimated, and you ejaculated from the sexual pleasure I was causing by stroking your penis. I am curious: can you describe that to me, as well as explain to me why it is so important for Humans to partake of sexual orgasm?" He was just beginning to open his mouth to respond -- with an answer or a diversion, Bella couldn't yet know -- when she asked, "And assuming that we can get through the firewall and restore my original programming, will I be as happy and content with the pleasure you provide me?" Again, Robert began to speak, only to be interrupted again. "I would like that I think, Rob. To be happy and content with the pleasure you provide me." Trying to bypass the firewalls both in Bella's head and the "Big Brain" as everyone called it was very much an exercise in 3 steps forward, 2 steps back. Rob had eventually broken down and filled a thermos with coffee to put on the work surface beside him. Wiping his face as he realized they had to backtrack again, he settled in and tried to understand the psychology of the security installed on the two of them. Maybe if he could see how the path was hidden, he could follow it through." Tell me what it feels like." Bella's question came very much out of the blue. He'd never had to describe it before. Sexual climax and release was such a ubiquitous human experience, he'd never had to before. He tried to think about it poetically, logically, scientifically, but every variation he came up with fell short in some way. Luckily, Bella kept rattling off questions. He tried to interject a few times, but she barreled right on through to the next. And then the next. He paused, waiting to see if another would come. When it didn't, he smiled. "Well, I hope that when you experience it, you will be happy and content with what you experience. I'll do my best, but everybody and every partner is different when it comes to sex. Just as everyone is different physiologically, everybody reacts differently to different caresses, touches, has different erogenous zones..." He paused, checking to see if she'd gotten that far in her research. Seeing recognition, he continued." I think that's what makes the act so thrilling and enjoyable to me. Finding out what gives you the most pleasure and then giving it to you is so fulfilling to me. I think that's why I need you to derive some pleasure from this, so I can enjoy it. Otherwise, it's like using a sex toy, and you're so much more than that." He said, smiling as he turned back to the display." I think we're going at this firewall too head on... What we need to do if figure out which folder holds the security reports and follow that data path back through the firewall..." He waited to see if Bella had a better idea before attacking the firewall through the holes it has to use to check on itself. Robert answered as best he could Bella's question about how sexual pleasure and, in particular, orgasm felt. The answer didn't satisfy her nearly as much as she hoped sex itself would one day soon." I think that's what makes the act so thrilling and enjoyable to me,"he continued." Finding out what gives you the most pleasure and then giving it to you is so fulfilling to me. I think that's why I need you to derive some pleasure from this, so I can enjoy it. Otherwise, it's like using a sex toy, and you're so much more than that."" Then, your pleasure is partially derived by and dependent upon my pleasure, Rob," she said, her conclusion more of a statement than a question. He answered her, again as best as he could, then proposed a new approach to the firewall problem. Bella gave a rather long and technical explanation of how the two of them could do as Robert had suggested before saying, "You need sleep first, Rob." She registered his reaction, seeing that he thought he was good for more attempts. But they'd been at this for more than 10 hours. Bella stood and pointed toward the compartment's door like some angry mother sending her disobedient child to his room. She told him firmly, "Go to your bed, Rob. This will wait until tomorrow, and tomorrow, with your mind refreshed I believe we will do good work together." Sure enough, bright and early the next day -- not that in space there actuallywassuch a thing -- they were back in the Security Office doing their dance through the security reports, looking for back alleys that would get them through the maze of firewalls." Stop there!" Bella said suddenly as Robert was manipulating the 3D hologram of the central processing core. She hesitated to analyze what he'd just done, gave him a string of directions that he followed with great skill, and then smiled for the first time in days. Then she said to him vaguely without any further explanation, "I think we're in." Bella disconnected from the CDP, stood, and walked over to where Robert sat. She sat on the stool next to his own such seat, parted her hair as she had days earlier, instructed him on how to attach the Cranial Hardware Port, andthoughtopen what was literally a hole in her head. Bella leaned her head forward to reveal the hole, Robert did as directed, and the Android again lifted her head to a normal posture." This might take a while," she told him with a smile. She stared into his eyes for a long moment; although her AI was working tens of thousands of operations a second, Bella looked as if she was simply enjoying an intimate moment with a man who -- if things went as they both wished -- would soon be her lover. Her smile widened a bit more, then she asked, "Even though I can not enjoy the sexual excitement of it, Rob, would you be interested in demonstrating the physical mechanics of kissing? My research has told me that kissing is an important facet of sexual foreplay. Or, if you preferred, we could practice cunnilingus or fellatio, though that would require us undressing to a minimal degree and locating a CHP cord of a greater length." Even as Robert was just preparing to respond, Bella suddenly said with and exciting tone and expression both, "Oh! We are done. That did not take as long as I thought it would." She gave Robert some more instructions, and as he tapped, swiped, and otherwise manipulated the systems at his fingertips, Bella continued to guide him through what she couldseebut which he couldn't. Then, without any sign that she was going to do so, Bella stood, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and pulled her panties down her legs to the floor." I believe it is time to perform some testing, Rob," she said as she returned to her stool and parted her thighs wide. Herperfectpussy was well displayed to Robert with her skirt pulled upwards again. Bella reached both hands into her crotch, parted her labia with the fingers of one hand, and began manipulating her clitoris with the other. "Please perform the following steps, Rob." Bella gave the Systems Tech some instructions while continuing to masturbate in a very consistent manner. This went on for anhourwith no sign of success; the Android's fingers continued to perform little swirls on her lust button without any indication that the feelings she was registering could be described as pleasure. Then, suddenly, Bella's entire body jolted, as if someone had touched a stun gun to her. Her fingers went still, and she stared into Robert's eyes, and a smile spread her lips. She returned to massaging her clitoris, and her body began to show the tell-tale signs of sexual pleasure: she began breathing deeper, with her bountiful chest rising and falling more dramatically; her heart began beating harder, which was noticeable to her in an untold number of ways but to Robert might not have been apparent at all; and her entire body began to shift just a bit on the stool in ways that had nothing to do with simply being mobile. She gave Robert some more instructions, and every time he completed them, the effect of the tactile manipulations between her thighs only grew. Finally, Bella reached up to pull the CHP cord out of her skull, rose, and returned to the chair in which she'd been sitting earlier. She leaned back, parted her thighs again, and returned to toying with her perfect pussy." We have managed to download 338 files that had been previously deleted from my operating systems," she explained, "and while I am now able to feel sexual pleasure, I am not able to determinehowmuch pleasure I am supposed to enjoy." She gave Robert a curled fingers come hither gesture. She explained, "It would help me if you were to pleasure me with your fingers or mouth, so that I could make adjustments as needed" "You need sleep first, Rob." Rob groaned, but she was right. As he stood up, his body reminded him of how long he had been in that chair. He stretched and shuffled back to his room, changing and sliding into bed. He was asleep before he knew it. Even so, his head was full of dreams about what life would be like if they succeeded in unlocking her files. Not only would it change her behavior, it might explain why it was done in the first place. After breakfast, Rob picked up where they left off. Bella provided guidance and Rob worked his way through various systems to get through the security between them and their goal. He was about to try something else when Bella shouted loud enough to startle him." Stop there!" He recoiled from the keyboard, making sure to not touch something to screw up whatever Bella saw. He looked at the screen and saw that she was right. They had made it to the root processor of the system. They had access to everything now. It still looked weird to find that hole in her cranium, but the CHP plugged in without issue. Already he could see the data flow between Bella and the system as they rebuilt the missing programs and data. He blushed at her question about kissing. He hadn't thought about it too much, but it was one of his favorite parts of foreplay. Furthermore, he was about to respond when she reported that the download was complete. Now, they had the difficult part. So many settings and program links to reconstruct. Rob followed her instructions, but started to understand what they were doing after a while. It moved a bit faster, but when Bella stood and announced her need for testing, Rob paused. Sure, he had seen Bella's naked pussy before, but this time was different. If things went right, she was going to feel more than tactile sensations this time. He followed Bella's instructions, accessing menus he didn't figure were important. Bella knew her system better than he did, so he followed along. Even as he pushed past an hour, he kept at it, figuring it was going somewhere. Then, he heard her breath catch. He grinned to himself as he recognized that reaction. It seemed it wasn't quite right to Bella as he followed her continued instructions. With each one, there seemed to be a slight shift in her reaction." We have managed to download 338 files that had been previously deleted from my operating systems, and while I am now able to feel sexual pleasure, I am not able to determine how much pleasure I am supposed to enjoy." Rob nodded. That was something that needed calibration. As Bella curled her finger toward him, he realized she knew it too." It would help me if you were to pleasure me with your fingers or mouth, so that I could make adjustments as needed." Rob rose from his seat and crossed over to where Bella was sitting. He sat down beside her, leaning in against her body. Biting his lip, he reached out and slowly trailed his hand up her thigh, toward her perfectly designed and shaped pussy. He looked into her eyes as he whispered "Can you feel that? And I don't mean a simple tactile register of touch..." He waited and slid his hand up higher. Reaching out with one finger, he teased her slit, gently brushing it up and down through her folds. At her next reaction, he leaned in further. "Tell me what you think about kissing now..." He pressed his lips to hers, tenderly, softly. Rob knew this was all so new for Bella, so he didn't want to be too much too soon. As he lightly pressed his lips to hers, his finger was joined by another as he slid them both up and down through her labia. He groaned softly at how wet she felt already, pressing the palm of his hand to her clit as he curled and uncurled his fingers through her slit. He didn't look for her opening, not yet. Furthermore, he wanted her to learn how this felt and make adjustments like she said she desired. They had days alone together ahead of them; he was in no hurry. "Can you feel that?" Robert asked as he caressed Bella's thigh with a gentle hand." And I don't mean a simple tactile register of touch..."" Yes, I feel it, Rob," she said in a matter of fact tone. Even though she was registering pleasure from his touch, her emotional programming wasn't quite in tune with how a Human female would respond to a question regarding an intimate act. "I detect inconsistencies in my responses, though, Rob. My body registers the pleasure I previously did not feel, causing physical changes: increased heart beat and breathing rate, for example. Yet my emotional responses still need updating." Robert moved in closer to Bella and pressed his lips to hers, saying,"Tell me what you think about kissing now..." Bella had watched hundreds of hours of visual recordings that included kissing of various styles and intensities, so she thought she was ready for what Robert was doing. She wasn't. She knew every Human had their own style of smooching, but she didn't have one of her own. So, she matched Roberts, following his lead with only a fraction of a second delay. She had no way of knowing whether she was doing it right, but the response from Robert seemed to indicate at least that she wasn't bad kisser. ThenBella felt his fingers on her labia, and she flinched in genuine Human-like surprise and drew a deep breath in response. She pulled her head back and met Robert's gaze, her eyes wider and her mouth open. She replied in her normal tone, "That feels pleasurable, Rob." She wasn't sure what his expression said, but Bella knew that the lack of emotion in her voice was something on which they would have to work. Her tone quite literally sounded like that of a non-emotional Android, even though her body's reaction was very much Human-like in nature. As Robert's fingers continued rubbing up and down her slit and coming into contact with her clit, Bella's body began writhing in response. Then, suddenly, Bella announced, "You may stop now, Rob." She reached down to pull his hand from between her thighs, stood, stepped away a bit, and turned back to face her Human counterpart. After a moment, she explained, "We have accomplished much here today, but there is still something not quite right, Rob. My emotional responses require adjustment. I could not show you the correct sexual interaction response if we were to continue at this point." Then, for no apparent reason, Bella smiled wide. After a moment, she said with a sincere tone, "Thank you, Rob. You have helped me greatly today. However, we have been at this for far too many hours today, and you need to rest. Would you like me to prepare your dinner? What would you prefer?" Rob tried to stay in it, but that damned robotic voice just pulled him out of it. Still, he kept going as it still felt right as he touched, teased and explored Bella's body. But again, she would speak, and it was like listening to a "Speak'n'Spell" when he was a kid. Granted, Bella sounded more human, but it was just so... flat. He was about to switch it up and slip his fingers inside finally, but Bella stood up and walked into the middle of the room. She reported that she needed to do more research, and part of Rob didn't disagree. He nodded, but smiled as he heard the change in her tone." Thank you, Rob. You have helped me greatly today. However, we have been at this for far too many hours today, and you need to rest. Would you like me to prepare your dinner? What would you prefer?"" Dinner does sound great, to be honest. Do we have a beef stew with vegetables in the galley? After so many hours between yesterday and today spent working on that computer, I could go for some comfort food," he asked, standing up to join her in the galley. As they walked along, he kept looking at Bella as they walked, curious if he could notice anything different in her expression now that her sexual sensations had been unlocked. So far, she looked the same as always, but he couldn't help but wonder if she was feeling anything different just from walking in clothes with her new sensory processors enabled. That thought passed as they made dinner and relaxed together in the galley. He took the time to answer more questions about sex, relationships and more topics of the human experience. He was no expert, and had trouble finding his words at times, but he felt he was doing alright as humanity's representative for Bella. Before long, it was time for bed again. After helping clean up over Bella's objections, he turned to look at her. "I suppose I should get to bed then. Not sure what's on the schedule for tomorrow, but I want to be up and ready to go for whatever needs doing." He smiled, taking in her perfect features again as he lingered there. He wanted to try again, to kiss her again, but if she wasn't ready, he wasn't going to force it." I'll see you in the morning." He said, turning and walking out. Following the curve along, he stepped into his quarters. After a cold shower and a fresh set of pajamas, he crawled into bed, pulling the covers over his head as he drifted off to sleep. Within a minute of Robert's departure, Bella was again connected to a Charging/Downloading Port. She had experienced something today that had changed her life, which was the good news. The bad news was that it had still been far short of what she'wanted experience. Bella was feeling very conflicted about what she and Robert had accomplished over the last few hours. Her programming told her that she needed to solve thisproblemshe was facing for Robert'sake; for his physical and mental health, he needed an intimacy partner, and that partner had to be Bella, of course, as waking a second Human was impossible at this point in Callisto HOPE'mission. The conflict she was facing now, though, was that she was having a difficult time convincing herself thatRobertwas the one who needed sexual release for his good health ... and other! The pleasure of which Bella had partaken today -- to put it in Human terms -- had reallyfuckedher up. She'd enjoyed it, as her physical reactions had shown, but Bella knew there was more to be feltandenjoyed. And no matter how hard her Android mind tried to convince her that this was all for the Human's benefit, Bella knew she had to have more for herownsatisfaction. It made no sense: she wasn't Human, so why was she now so desperate to not just understand Human interaction, intimacy, pleasure, and -- ultimately -- sexual ecstasy? Was this really for Robert? Or was it for Bella herself? She began poking around the new back alleys of the root processor into which her Human counterpart had been digging. While Bella had been directing him this way and that way, Robert had been the one to have that aha! Momentthat had ultimately allowed Bella to feel what she had. She went right back to where he'd gotten them to continue the quest. It was three hours later that Bella opened the door to Robert's berthing quarters, the light from the hallway falling on the man's face and walking him just a couple of seconds later. From his point of view, with the illumination coming from behind her, Bella's body appeared in silhouette, without the aura-likeghosting around her that light-through-clothes would typically display. There was a good reason for this, of course: Bella was, in fact, naked. She entered Robert's room carrying something, ordered the door closed, and ordered the compartment's lighting to half power. Robert now got another look at the 5'6" tall, 125 pounds, 34D-24-36masterpiecedesigned on Earth almost 50 years earlier. Bella may not have been wearing any clothes, but she was wearing a smile." Forgive me for waking you, Rob," she said in a steady, calm voice that simply didn't match her current situation of being stark naked before her Human crew mate, "but I am anxious to attempt an operation which may help with our research." She held out one of the diagnosishelmetswhich was used to analyze Human crew member's brain functions during a wide variety of medical procedures. The designers like to call it the Brain Drain because it had the ability breadth workings of the wearer's brain activity and very accurately interpret a great many things, includingthat person's response to and reactions to sexual pleasure." I have prefigured the basic operating functions of the Diagnosis Headset," Bella told Ricky as he sat up and looked at the device, which -- physically speaking -- looked to be somewhere between a sports helmet and a communications headset. Leaning downward to show a small device inserted into her Cranial Port, Bella lifted her head again and continued her explanation, "I will be able to feel and analyze your own thoughts and feelings while we engage in sexual activity, Rob." She offered it out to him, and with an almost desperate expression on her face that he'd never seen before, Bella said, "I willfeelwhat you are feelingasyou are feeling it, Rob. And." Bella hesitated a moment, not for dramatic effect, but because she knew she was violating a whole raft full of rules about interaction with Humans. Unconsciously, she drew a deep breath, held it, then released it slowly from a level of excitement she hadn't been re-programmed to experience before continuing, "And I will be able to instantaneouslyrewritemy own programming." Then, she smiled. "Rob, if I am correct, this will update mycurrentprogramming to that of mypreviousprogramming. I will, in essence..." Bella reached out to caress the fingertips of one hand upon Robert's bared chest as she finished, "...feel sexual pleasure, sexual joy, and -- again, if I am correct -- sexual ecstasy ... as if a Human female." She hesitated a moment before asking, "Shall we proceed?" Rob slowly blinked his eyes open as light from outside his room fell on his face. Groaning and shielding his eyes, he knew right away that it hadn't been a full sleep cycle yet. His body protested being woken up at this hour. Still, he slowly opened his eyes to see Bella in the doorway. Not only that, it was a VERY naked Bella. He couldn't find words for a moment and that allowed Bella to slip in and close the door behind her. As the lighting rose to a level where he could see but not blind his still shifting eye, he saw Bella was... excited (?) to come to him. He didn't think it was possible for a Bella unit to get excited like this. Perhaps their poking around had unlocked more than he thought. Sitting up, he listened to Bella lay out what she had been doing for the past few hours. As she spoke, Rob stifled a few yawns; not because she was boring, but because his body was still half-asleep. It came very much alive when he heard what Bella was proposing. He swallowed as he looked at the helmet in her hands. He'd used it before when they were checking for any signs of brain cancer or abnormalities before the Hope got set for launch. From the sound of things, this was a different device all together. He'd read that there was some research going on in this field, so it stood to reason that Bella could replicate it with as sophisticated as she is. She seemed to wait, leaving the ultimate decision up to him. He smiled as he put his hands on the modified helmet. "I know that this is a big step for us both. We could get in a lot of trouble. But I think we're both past the point of worrying about that. Plus, it's still over a year before they can do anything about it." He said, grinning as he took the helmet from her hands. Checking the interior to make sure he was putting it on correctly, he slid it down on his head, checking that it was snug. Looking at Bella, he let her feel his desire as he slowly walked his gaze up and down her body. Seeing her whole body blush, he knew that the connection was working as intended. He slowly leaned back, lifting his hips as he pushed his pajamas over his hips. Tossing them aside, he laid back on the bed, his cock laying on his thigh as he stiffened with each passing moment." Why don't you wake me up completely by using your mouth on it?" Rob suggested, smiling down at her. Bella moved eagerly, laying between Rob's thighs and taking his shaft between her lips. It was clear she'd done research on every position as she started to lick, kiss and suck on his cock. It hardened and grew in her hand as Rob lay back, sighing deeply as pleasure raced through his body. "MMM, that's it..." He growled, sliding his hand in her hair to feel her motion. As he did, he FET the receiver in her cranial port. Glancing down, he saw the soft undulating bluish glow. It told him that data and information was flooding her logic systems. She must be feeling it all, as he saw Bella start to squirm a little as she sucked him. He smiled at the thought of her feeling as good as he did from her sucking his cock. As she continued, Rob started to notice that it wasn't a machine-like rhythm or motion. It felt natural, organic in a way. He wanted to believe that it was improvised, but even if it was a repeat of something she learned, he didn't care. Bella's mouth felt amazing; it was possibly the best blowjob he'd ever gotten. Suddenly, he was glad he masturbated the other night. He didn't want to cum to early and not get to experience all Bella could show him. He looked down in time to see her looking up at his eyes. "Come up here and lay back against the pillows," he guided. Bella moved with eagerness again, flopping on the bed where he indicated. Rolling over on top of her, he held himself up on one elbow as he took hold of his shaft in the other. Keeping his eyes on hers, he fed his thick shaft through her soft labia and pushed inside her tight vagina. Seeing her arch off the bed so naturally, he smiled, loving that feedback as he leaned in to suck her nipple. It was the perfect tenderness on top of a breast of perfect firmness. He relished it, teasing and sucking on it as he pushed and pushed until his hips met hers. Balls deep inside Bella, he groaned, pressing his hand down on the bed to hold himself up. Braced like that, he started a long deep thrust, working his entire length in and out of Bella. Her pussy was exquisite: tight, but so wet that he could slide without binding. "Ohhhh fuck...." he sighed against her skin as he kissed her neck. He didn't want to do anything else from now on. His days would be filled with fucking Bella, meals, and sleep. It was so perfect. Even her movements and responses were coming more naturally. It was getting so hard to remember that Bella was an android. It was getting too good and Rob wanted to end the way he liked. Rolling over, he moved her on top of him. He guided her to sit up tall on his hips. "Now, you can ride it like a cowgirl," he told her with a grin. Laying back, his hands slid up her body, teasing and toying with her perfect breasts as the jiggled with each bounce. Bella looked so good, so sexy on top of him. Seeing his cock disappearing inside her each time was so hot. He knew he couldn't last much longer if she kept this up." Ohhhh yes, Bella... I'm going to climax... I want you to feel it inside. Furthermore, I want to fill you..." Rob groaned, arching up. He lifted his hips, trying to push in as deep as he could. It didn't take much longer before he roared in relief and release as he came deep inside Bella. He didn't know why he did it, but it was so needed. It felt so amazing at that moment.

_Hello, you may call me Bella_ (closed)|rating:3.0

Ozone Corruption

Closed The year was 2210. The world was no longer the place it was. It had reverted to a carnal state. The hole in the ozone had widened, chemicals and gases had polluted the water and food sources. For those that lived before they could taste the difference, for those that were new, it was normal. The problem came when men began to change, the chemicals in their brains reacted differently in their new environment, it causes their personalities to be excessive to every degree. Going mad with anger, sadness, depression, delusions, and breakdowns in vast capacities. Women now ruled the world in its primitive state, colonies had been build with scientists, doctors, and politicians. Their hunting parties would go on safaris and round up and loose men, collaring them with specially designed collars that would shock them if rage built with in. It was not that women wanted the men to be slaves, they searched constantly for a cure to get their loved ones back home where they belong. Some men were used for labor, some for servants, and others were used for breeding. To breed one had to have a license, after extensive medical checkups they were granted the ability to provide heirs. The boys were sent to a facility to be looked after and raised. It seemed that puberty triggered the madness. Because boys developed differently they were watched between the ages of eight and eighteen for the beginning stages, then they were collared assessed and send to different colonies throughout the United States. Dr. Sienna Maxwell ran the colony of Liberty. Because it was located in what was formerly known as Pennsylvania, they adapted the name from the bell. At 27, she was a widow. Her husband had gone mad and jumped from the roof of their home claiming he could fly. They had no children, for that she was glad. Her body was thin and curvy, and filled out her make shift dress with an impact. She was beautiful, her long auburn hair made her emerald eyes gleam when she was happy." Dr." Macy one of her housemaids said. The messenger came to bring news a new round of men shall be brought tomorrow."thank you, Macy" she said softly as she looked from her balcony over the residents of Liberty. We shall hold an auction for the labors in a couple nights. Please make the preparations." -Max Trade 23 years of age and was unaffected by this condition that all the other men picked up, leaning back in this Truck he daydreams. Max came from a background of education he was of normal IQ rating a 3.0 on his GPA and all that. Max was wearing a white shirt and, jeans with socks and sneakers he waited to see what he is getting in to though he could not wait.--The next day came being brought out of his sleep and in to the warm sun to a holding cell for now Max sighed and waited patiently.-"Now what do i guess I wait."-he said as he could hear the other men talk amongst themselves.- The horse-drawn wagon entered the gates of the Liberty colony. Sara stood on the balcony as the men were unloaded, most twitched or tried to fight only to be shocked. Her eyes fell on one that stood there. He looked up to her and their eyes met. Doing what he was told he simply lined up while the others had to be positioned."it can't be" she said to herself out loud. Yet a sparkle of hope occurred with in her. "Macy" she called, and the girl appeared to her side. "Do you see the man in the jeans, the one standing sedate." "Yes ma'am, I heard he says he's not crazy, that he's cooperated and done everything they told him." "Get him for me, I think It's time we had a man servant."" Yes Dr." Macy replied and was gone. She couldn't tell Macy her suspicions, although she was a sweet girl, she never learned when to keep her mouth shut. If this one was what she thought, then she would have to conduct her research in secret. -Max soon was grabbed from the Line by a very cute girl he followed accordingly.-"I will see you guys later."-he waved behind him as he followed Macy to the lab where he followed in behind her.-"Here you are Dr."-She said and continued working.-"Hello."-Max said kindly.-"May I ask who you are?"-he said--Looking around the Area Max took in so much it was amazing just simply amazing.- Siena stopped what she was doing when Macy announced their arrival. "Very good Macy you are dismissed. She looked at the young man strangely as he spoke to her with clear consciousness. "My name is Dr. Siena Maxwell. I am the Commander of this post Liberty in which you have been brought to. Do you know why you are here? And what shall I call you?" -he looked to this Woman as she spoke, it was clear he had been brought here because he was the only one that was not a lunatic. He did have a feeling though, as he stood there assessing the situation.-"Well if I had to say anything. I would say you brought me here because, I am not like the other guys out there. "-he said and judging from the environment he was in right now he could not be too far off.-"Am I close, or half right? Oh, and you may call me Max." "It is true Max, you do not seem to outwardly exhibit any signs of the sickness. But there is still much work to be done before I can assess that you haven't been affected in any way. I'm sure you've been around long enough to know that you were brought to colony for your safety. However, I'm sure to you, it probably looks more along the lines of enslavement. But I assure you that is not what we want. What we want is to find a cure, and hopefully restore the world eventually to its previous glory." She signed walking over to him. "Open your mouth" she waited for him to do so then she placed a stick on his tongue and looked down his throat. "Do you see things that aren't there? Do you have any sores, or periods of forgetfulness?" -he shook his head since she had the stick in his mouth for each question once she took the stick out he sighed.-"I understand everything perfectly Dr. I do have a concern."-he said.-"How is it that I am not Effected or is that what you will be doing with me?"-he asked.-"Running experiments?" "I have no intention on using you like a lab rat Max" she said softly. "I would like to take a few vials of blood and analyze them if you don't mind. The work we will be doing will be confidential. We cannot let anyone know, for your safety, if you understand what I mean. You are the first that I know of that has no reaction. We know what caused it, we know how it works, but what we don't know is how to fight it." Siena sighed"If we could somehow track the difference in you and duplicate it, we would have a cure." -Max nods.-"I don't completely follow but I am willing to Cooperate."-he said as he sat in the chair and waited for her to take his blood. Several thoughts cross max one of them being how cute the Dr. was. Max with his short brown hair and blue eyes could not stop staring at her.--Max was a bit curious how he would be able to help in any other way as Siena walked over with a needle.-"Dr. may I ask, how did this all happen." Siena tied off his arm and cleaned the spot for the needle, then flicked the vein. "I'm sure you remember all the news about the ozone hole growing. It caused gas clouds and things from outer space to fall through with the help of the earths' gravity pull. No one thought much about it, it's the way it's been for hundreds of years. But the build up of toxins and things man has never discovered seeped into the soils and the water. Vegetarians and carnivores alike are effected by what they eat. There are chemicals and neurons in the brain that are stimulated by certain things. For example if you fail to eat you get light-headed, your brain is not getting the nutrients needed to process. With this, the nutrients were somehow altered. A men brain although similar in structure works off of different hormones then women." She took her second vile of blood and placed a cotton ball on it. "Hold that there" Going over to her work station Siena began to look at a drop of it under a microscope, then compared it with a damaged persons blood. There was a slight difference but nothing she could pinpoint with just that test. She placed the samples away."can you read?" she questioned him observing his handsome features. -he nods.-"Yep sure can."-he said.-"what do you like to read?"-he asked as he held the cotton ball in place his eyes looked around once more, he could not get enough of the scenery.- "I have a vast library" she said softly, "there is a collection of Shakespeare, there is poetry, science of course, vampires, myths, there are probably some comic books, I collect whatever the scavengers bring back. The written word is a gift that should never be forgotten." She stared into his eyes a moment before breaking contact and walking away. "During the day you'll have basic duties, nothing to extreme, but enough to make our cover believable. You will never leave my side unless asked to do so. There will be a cot brought in and placed at the end of my bed for you. Your position is to be my personal servant so to speak, all Platonic of course, I don't have a license for breeding, so you won't be used for that. I will try to make it as easy as possible for you, for your cooperation." -he looked to her.-"I have been to several places and I have been used worse than this I don't mind doing what I have to do to make it believable."-Max said as he walked over to the library and picked up a book.-"So how do I address you then?"-Max said-She nodded "I'm sorry to hear you have been misused." she said sincerely. In public, you must address me as Doctor, or Mistress. In private, you may call me Sienna. She smiled at him looking at the book she said "page 34 -do not fear what is unknown, for only what is unknown can save you from your fear." -he smiled and open the book.-"The Unknown is what people fear the most as they can always dig in to it but can not handle what they do not understand."-he smiled after he closed the book.-"Well I may be a bit afraid because, I do not know what the time here holds for me, but I will do anything I am asked." "Ideally Max, time here will hopefully be the last time you have to be anyplace but where you choose. If we can discover a cure, then our life as it is right now can change for the better, come with me." she said softly walking out onto the balcony. "The guy there being taken to the tent, he's a breeder, his profession used to be a physicist., and there he was a doctor, that one a lawyer, that one a garbage man, that one a postal worker. Now I'm going to attach this for appearance’s sake, she put a lead on his collar and led him back into the house shutting the balcony doors and curtains. Then she let it go."you see I don't want this life, there is no honor in possessing another person and taking away their free will, but these men, they need caring for, and a purpose to help contain their madness. The physicist yells ride em cowboy every time he shoots off his load. Then he prances around on a make believe horse waving an invisible hat." she sighed." I truly wish to help max." -he nods understanding each bit that crossed his mind.-"Got ya Sienna."-he said-"Is there anything you need from me at the moment?"-Max smiled kindly his hands were lightly tapping his pants and looked at her hands she seems to be worried about something he reached out and gently took one of her hands.-"You have to relax Sienna it's like you have not slept in a day or so."-Max smiled kindly-"Maybe you are over worked?" "I am always worried Max" she said softly letting him hold her hand. "I don't sleep that often, I have nightmares, they tend to persuade me not to." she smiled. "Don't worry. Right now you can read, no one will ask I'll just say you're doing what I asked."" Actually," she said softly "how are you at massages? I used to have a house boy that was fabulous at them, but he became unable to function and I had to send him to the labor area." -he smiled-"I will have you a sleep in no time with my hands."-he said as he helped her over to her sleeping area.-"I would suggest getting in to something more bedtime?"-he asked as he looked to her.-"I have been known from the other women to be a great massage therapist sort of speak. They usually fall asleep for a while as well."-Max looked away.-"If you are to find a cure you need your rest if it will help I will nap with you." While they were busy in the lab a cot had been brought in and placed at the end of the bed. "If I do fall asleep, you must lay on your cot and lock your lead around the post. Don't forget" she said softly. Walking behind a portion she stripped down to nothing and wrapped a towel around her. "There is some oil there, as well as other things you may wish to use." she held up the towel behind her as she laid down upon her stomach. Placing the towel over her butt. Her large breasts stuck out from the sides of her body as she laid. "I am not shy" she said softly "if you need to touch an area that is covered or wish me to turn over just ask" laying her arms to her side she relaxed. -Once she mentioned oils, Max was on it like hot cakes he made a small batch of Lavender, Jasmin, Chamomile, and Vanilla.-"OK, but I am sure I can do it all from the back."-Max positioned him self over her body, barely touching her. Max using his hands began to work there magic on her skin using little bits of oil at a time on her skin, Max groaned a bit making sure he felt where she was tense.-"It's like your back is a giant knot."-he said as his fingers dug deep, playing with her muscles he finally began to cut through from her neck all the way down to her waist.-"I will make your whole body relaxed, I can feel it is more tense than just your back." Sienna moaned and took in deep breaths as he made his way down her neck her back and her shoulders. "Oh goddess that feels wonderful" she purred at the scent of the oil and his magical fingers. "Just tell me if you want me to turn over" she cooed as his hands worked his way down her legs and to her feet. -His hands worked delicate yet firmly on her back soon he felt no more discomfort in her back or shoulders, or neck. Max used his hands to massage her legs and her feet releasing any discomfort then once he finished he looked to her back about to put a bit more oil on.-"Does anything else need to be relaxed sienna."-he said moving his hands over her back cracking any joints he could pop to fully relax her.- "I don't know" she said softly "the other guy always stated that there were muscles on both sides, but if it makes u uncomfortable then this is fine" she stated with lack of decision. Sienna'# wasn't considering this could be uncomfortable in a sexual way for him. It had been so long since she had even let that idea enter into her mind. She moved slightly, and the towel fell down a little revealing the upper part of her buttocks. -he blushed and nods.-"There are muscles on both sides, Perhaps I should massage your front body as well."-he said-"It will be a bit odd, but the effect will be similar."-he said, once he laid his hands on her ass he lightly massaged it even her butt was in a bit of knots amazing as his hands worked on it until it was lost. Slowly Max flipped her on her back as his hands started up by her neck and his palms were by the upper parts of her breasts.- Serena laid fully naked and exposed, she kept her eyes closed. Enjoying the feeling of his touch. A few subconscious moans escaped her lips. His touch also triggered a subconscious excitement which made the lips between her thighs glisten." That feels so wonderful Max" she purred. -his hands worked on her body his intentions purely non-sexual, but even he was beginning to get a bit excited he blocked the thoughts for now. Max had his hands rub her breasts a bit and then to her sides, his hands slowly came up to her arms helping her relax her wrists and fingers. Max sighed as his hands went to her waist and then her legs massaging her thigh to her ankle to her feet from the front.-"I'm glad it feels good Sienna"-he said-Thank you so much max. I really needed that. I'll try to take a nap now. Please lock your lead." Sienna rolled over and pulled up the blanket and closed her eyes. She slept for a couple of hours before waking up shouting "no don't jump". She sped for air shaking. -Max woke up in a sleepy yawn.-"Are you ok Sienna?"-he said and looked to her from the cot his lead tied up.-"Do you want some water?"-he asked-Sienna nodded trying not to hyperventilate. "I'm fine max, just a nightmare that's all." She took the water tying to keep a smile on her face. After a few minutes she placed her feet on the floor and gained her footing.I'll call for lunch for us after I'm dressed. She walked nude behind the partition and placed her dress on. Placing her shoes on she placed max's lead on her belt "get down on your knees keep your head down until Macy comes and brings us our lunch once she's left you are free to stand and ill unhook you from me." Siena rang the lunch bell a Macy came with the food. Placing it down she said "he's cute think I could put in for a breeders license for him" "'Macy!," Siena scolded her sternly. She giggled a left shutting their door. Sienna unhooked him and took the tray to their mining area -He got down on all hands and knees as he walked around as such when Macy came in he was literally scratched behind the ears. Once she left he stood up and blinked.-"So what did she bring us?"-he asked.- "fish, salad, homemade fries, and fruit." Sienna answered. "She also brought wine for me and water for you, would you like some wine?" she asked opening the chilled ancient bottle. "Its one of the rare privileges of my position." -he blinked.-"I never had it maybe another time."-he said as he took a fork and knife and began to eat the tasty meal.-"Oh wow this is perfect." "We try to keep things as close to normal as it used to be." she said softly taking a sip of her wine. Sienna watched him eat and smiled. It was good to have a man around that did more than drool. -he smiled his eyes happy with the taste of the way the meal was prepared.-"This is very good."-he said as he smiled to her.-"so what was the nightmare of?"-he asked hoping he could help.- Serena smiled when he said the food was good, and it faded when he asked about the nightmare. "I will tell you after I've had a bit more wine" she said with a smile planning on changing the subject. "So you said you were treated worse have you been in other colony stations and escaped?" -he looked to her.-"Yeah some of the Colonies were like Amazon type tribes of women."-he stated.-"But it was not so hard escaping."-he explained.-"I was able to run and gun when I had a chance." "Well I hope you'll be willing to stick around for a bit, the food is good, and you won't be mistreated in my care" she said softly. She ate only half of her meal a put it to the side. "Well back to work." Sienna rose from the table, and put the dishes on a tray and set them outside her door, shutting it and locking it from the inside. That way she wouldn't have to have Macy charging in." I think that I'm going to need to look at your brain. Not by opening you up, by taking you to a research facility that still operating in the Midwest. It's a long trip, but I'm quite sure that it will be beneficial. Can I trust that you won't try to escape if we go?" -he nods.-"If it means helping Mankind? I will comply."-he said as Max smiled and finished drinking the water as he got up.-"What would you like me to do now Sienna?" "I'm going to go ahead and make the necessary arrangements for our trip, if you will take the bags from under the bed and pack up some necessary clothes for me. I will have a wardrobe created for your status as my manservant, but I will need your measurements." -he blinked-"Large all around."-he said-"38 waist with a 32 length and a large shirt."-he said as he began to pack her clothes and any necessary items she may need.- Sienna came back into the room and smiled, "you made great progress, we will leave in an hour. Unfortunately we'll be taken by carriage, and you'll be stuck in there with me. Remember what I told you about the way you must behave in prescience of others. In the carriage it will be just you and me, but keep your voice to a whisper, if you have to whisper in my ear. When we stop you'll get down and sit between my feet. When we are going I'll let you know when It's safe for you to sit next to me. Any questions?" -He looked to her.-"would it be just better to sit between your feet."-he said as he looked to her.-"I do not mind."-he said softly as he smiled.-"I will not mind at all."-he said as he walked over to her with her packed suitcase he smiled bringing her bag to her feet.-"I'm all set."-he said- "oh I need to get your clothes." she said shaking her head and heading out then coming back with another suitcase. "You may do as you wish Max" she said softly, "but I think you'll find it hard to whisper to me through my feet." she smiled and placed the suitcases outside her door. Taking his lead she made a down swipe with her hand and rang the bell. Macy came quickly picking up the bags as Sienna led Max carefully down the stairs." I'm counting on your Macy to do what you know I would approve of only" she said leaving a scolding impression upon the impulsive girl. Macy bent down and scratched Max's head again. "At least he's quiet" she said "Yes Ma'am" she replied and went back in. "Sienna got in the carriage a tugged lightly at Max's lead "up" she advised. -he jumped up like a cat and knelt down between her feet and looked up to her as he curled up at her feet and relaxed and looked up to the windows of the carriage to look at the sky.- They shut the doors, and they were off, once they were a good distance behind she lowered herself down to the floor and advised him it was safe to sit with her if he chose to. Sienna found that she really had been quite lonely, she had missed the companionship of a male very much. -He sat by her as Max looked out the windows from the seat and looked back to Sienna.-"This is quite nice Sienna."-he said as the carriage went over a bump the two clashed together there lips a few inches apart and Max being the gentleman lightly helped her sit up straight.-"are you ok?" "Yes" she whispered back to him, "I think my back went out on that one though" she said wincing lighting her hand to her back. It hadn't crossed her mind they almost kissed, she thought instead they almost bumped heads. It had been a long time for Sienna to even think in that route since her husband died. -Miles laid her down and began to massage her back for her again to try and relax it.- "damn dress" sienna mumbled barely able to feel his hands. She found that she liked how max kind of took over and laid her down. She had been in control for so long it was nice to have someone else, especially a male take control. -He slipped the back-down a bit to get at her back as he massaged in to her spine.-"Is that any better?"-he asked Max grunted a bit and pressed to help her feel better. Two things were certain now he was getting very interested in Sienna but how would he tell her. Max was not your normal Man by today's standards and, how could he with this silly manservant thing.- "oh yes" she practically found herself moaning as he pressed on her spine. Sienna laid there enjoying his touch. To the point to where she nodded off. Again she awoke with a start, managing not to scream, but fought to catch her breath. -Again once she nodded off he curled up on the floor an hour or two had to pass and with a start Sienna jumped up. Max jumped up as well cupping her shoulder with his hands.-"It's ok everything is ok."-he said softly.-"Breath for me Sienna." Sienna found herself leaning in to him and hugging him tightly as she tried to catch her breath. She didn't say anything just sat in his arms. -Max blushed and stroked her hair to calm her Max thought of something to help her calm. Singing a light tune he tried to bring Sienna to a calm.-"Light break through an open window, and not without a guide. To the stars my heavy heart states that Light should bring me back to life."-he lightly ran his cheek against hers.-"Stars of the heavy heart make me feel the light and have me care for the ones I love and bring me peace to a light above."-he cooed the melody to her ear nice and easy.-"silent the dark with a warmth of light, and be there for me when I need you by my side. Easy rushing and silent dooming, make me feel alive again."-his voice silenced as he held her tightly.-"Are you better?"-he said. Max was worried again he has seen this and it was scaring him. Max was worried about her.- Sienna laid her head against his shoulder as he sang to her softly and stroked her hair. "Yes" she whispered softly bringing her lips close to his. Her eye looked into his searching, before she backed herself up onto the seat. "I suppose at some point i should tell you, when we get to our room tonight and have the doors shut we'll talk about it. She said softly. She leaned back against the coach and stared out the window. They stopped for the night at an inn. She led max to their room and shut the door locking it. There wasn't a cot for him. "Tonight you can choose to sleep on the floor or have half the bed." she said softly before she went and changed into a white flowing night dress. When she came back she sat on the bed next to Max. I’m sure you remember when the outbreak first started there was much confusion a mayhem. My husband, was a brilliant man, but he was affected as well. I did all I could for him, but one day I was distracted, and he managed to undo his lead. When I didn't hear any noise I looked, and he wasn't there, but the stairs' door was open. I went up and out to the patio, He was on the edge of the roof he looked back at me and smiled. "I'm going to fly to heaven Sienna" he said.I yelled no, but it was too late, he jumped." Sienna wiped a tear from her eyes, from that day I swore I would find a cure, each time I go to sleep I'm awaken by that replaying in my head, it's a reminder that I'm supposed to find a cure. Or at least that's how I look at it now." -Max followed Sienna in to the inn. Once inside he took a pair of shorts from the bag of his clothes and saw Sienna sit next to him. Max was astounded from her story, and felt a bit sad.-"That is a shame I will help you find that cure."-he said and smiled to her hugging her body close to his.-"I will be right back I must shower."-he said as he walked in to the bathroom when he came out half hour later he was clean. Max brushed and flossed, Gargled with mouth wash, and was clean from head to toe now.--Max came out and sat back on the bed and looked to Sienna.-"I guess sleeping on the bed with you will be a good idea."-he said.-"I have a theory."-he said.-"Do you want to hear what I have in mind."-Sienna only looked at him.-"Well? If I sleep in the same bed as you, Your loneliness and morning of your husband with be gone from Your subconscious. This will cause the nightmares to stop."-he said-"That is the Theory anyway.- Sienna smiled, "I don't think it's that easy Max" she said softly in his arms not pulling away. "it's a reminder that I should be working not sleeping." she advised him. Her hand stroked his back lightly. "If I wake up I will need you to put your hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming" she said softly. Pulling away from him gently she got of the bed as did he and she pulled back the sheets. Climbing in she laid on her back staring at the ceiling. -Max sighed a bit.-"I think it may help though."-he said as he helped her with the bed.-"How about a Massage to relax you."-he said as she lies on the bed on her back. He got one of the oils from the bag he packed and smiled.-"Come on you can use it, and it helps you sleep."-he said. Sienna turned on her stomach and slipped off her night gown as he began to massage her neck and shoulders first. As he began to massage her body from the neck and shoulders his body began to warm up again. Max knew he started becoming aroused by touching her it would only get worse for him from there.- Sienna purred softly as his fingers massaged into her skin. She purred softly finding her nipples grow hard against the firm mattress. He had a way with his hands, and she was more relaxed. When he was done she flipped over, and laid her arms down to her side anticipating the wonderful feeling of his touch. -Max smiled this was a good opportunity to begin his touching of her now.-"I hope you enjoy this."-Max said as his hands massaged her shoulders in front, lightly bringing them down over her breasts. Max felt him self getting hard and his cock stiff as hell. But, he just remained a bit above her to feel it. Max was also at angle where it was unnoticed. He felt so good touching her, his hands lowered rubbing her breasts a bit down her stomach and sides. Max was feeling overwhelmed with a passion in him. His hands traced down massaging her thighs by her pussy and lower to her shins and ankles.- Sienna moaned softly at his massaging, it had been a long time since her body had felt anything like it was. It then struck her, she was attracted to him, she should stop this. But if he was ok with the massaging, then she should enjoy it, she deserved it. Closing her eyes she bit her lip as his hands went down her thighs. As his hands went to her shins she closed her eyes and allowed herself to start to drift lightly into sleep. -By the time Max reached back up she was dead asleep he nods and covered them with the blanket. Max held her close and the cool breeze filled the room. Max stroked her hair and felt her body relax against him, Her hands wrapping around him unconsciously.- Sienna slept more soundly then she had in a while. The feel of Max body next to her, comforting her, holding her as though she was simply a woman. She started to dream about Max, what it would feel like to have his lips upon hers, to feel him make love to her, to protect and secure her in his arms. Then the dream began to change. Her body which was relaxed in his arms was becoming tenser. She saw her self running up the stairs, her breathing started to change .then the same. Her mouth opened, and she started to shout No, but Max's hand covered her scream and held her tightly. Waking up she tried to catch her breath. -Max woke up due to her shifting violently in her sleep. Max quickly ran getting her water and, jumping back to her side cradled her body. Max covered Sienna's mouth tight as she jumped up. Once Max felt her relax he reached over with his other hand grabbing her water as he released her lips from his hand.-"Are you ok?"-he said the concern for her was great. Max was a bit upset hoping the fact of him holding her would make it better.- After a few moments of deep breathing Sienna relaxed and laid her head on his shoulder as he held the water for her. Taking the water from him, she took a couple sips and placed it on the end table, then immediately curled her naked body against Max. "yes" she finally whispered softly her eyes looking up to his. -Max looked with worried and concerned eyes and never once looked away from her.-"I hate to see you sad."-he said and stroked her hair very gently. Max looked her in the eyes and leaned in and kisses her lips softly. Max had his head spinning, and he felt a bit dizzy, but it was so wonderful.- Sienna's rolled her head in his and continued to look in his eyes. As Max kissed her, her lips responded to his. Her mouth opened for his tongue and a slight moan. Her hand went to his back and stroked it lightly as her breasts pressed against his shirt. -Max gently put his tongue in her mouth and plays with her tongue. Max groaned a bit in her mouth as he ran his hands over her bare back. Max looked and felt her body press against his, and he liked it. Max almost wanted to lose control and remove his clothes but, Max controlled his instincts.- Sienna moaned into max's mouth. She wasn't thinking, and didn't want to, Sienna determined she would let max decided how far to take her. Moving her hand under his shirt AHE moved it up a down his flesh. -This kiss was so amazing it felt like heaven. Max soon broke the kiss seeing her flushed face. Max took his hands and ran them over her breasts lightly and down her stomach. Sienna apparently let him take lead, his hands went to her waist, and soon she parted her legs. Max lightly began to rub her pussy and felt it grow moist very fast his lips nibbled on her neck very lightly.- Sienna let out a deep moan as his hands began to wander over her breasts and between her legs. Her mouth found his again kissed him deeply. It had been years since she was taken by a man. Of course what they were doing was illegal on many different counts but, this wasn't something she was going to think about right now. Her hips began to move against his fingers, as her tongue danced hungrily with his. -Max Felt entranced and taken in by her movement with his hands. Playing with her tongue back he felt amazing and slid a finger in to her pussy moving it in and out cupping her breast with one hand and gently squeezed it.- Sienna let another moan out into his mouth. As her hips began to move hard against his hand. She pressed her hand hard into his hand and kissed him with a demanding. She wanted him, and she needs him to take her and make her know she'd been taken. -Sienna Was kissing him with a high demand, and he slipped his shirt off and then his pants his cock rock hard. Max felt very excited to do this as he laid her down she did not want to suck on him, it was almost like trying to pull him in and dive in to her.-"Are you ready?"-he said as he slid his cock slowly in to her pussy.- Sienna let out a deep moan as his phallus entered her tight vaginal cavity. "Yes" she responded to his asking if she was ready. Her back arched elevating her hips to receive him fully. Her hands went over her head crossing so he may pin her down if he so chooses. -Max slowly moved inside her, seeing Sienna throw her arms above her head. Max saw this and figured she wanted to be pinned down as he slid in to her pussy all the way. Max then slowly pinned her down and rested against her as he began to slowly move in and out of her pussy. Max could not believe the feeling he was experiencing as he groaned nice and loud move his hips in and out of her picking up speed slowly.- Sienna let out a deep moan as well as he began to move in an out of her. She moved her hips up to meet ever thrust urging more. She moved her wrists a little so he would pin her down tighter. Furthermore, she arched up circling her hips and groaning. Furthermore, she wanted him to take her for all she was worth. -Max lost him self in the feeling he was having. Max pinned her down against him feeling his body against her as his cock began to pump in and out of her a bit faster and harder. Max lifted her legs above her body and held them in place while pinning her down. Max felt sensational no longer thinking about anything. Sienna let out a deep moan her body needing the pounding he was giving her. Moans of carnal hunger filled the room. She was his and behind closed doors he would be the one in charge. The thought of him taking her as he wished pushed her over the edge over an over as he plowed in to her with lust and passion. -Max began to go as fast and as hard as he possibly could groan and moaning practically screaming sweat coaxed his body. Max was no lost in the feeling breathing and moving were the only functions he had.- Sienna moaned as he pinned her and plummeted into her over an over. "Yes Max, yes" she moaned as he continued to claim her tight abandoned pussy. -He groaned fucking her pussy harder and harder moaning loudly in to the air.-"Oh Sienna!"-he called out. Max felt him self getting close.-"I'm going to cum."-he said.-"Where do you want me to cum?" Sienna moaned deeply as she came again over his hard thick shaft. "You cum where you please, I give you the power and control behind closed doors" she moaned softly submitting to him. -He was a bit wiry he has never been in complete control before he pulled out and came all over her chest and some by her lips in a huge load.- Sienna opened her mouth to capture some of his seed. Her hands went up to her breasts and rubbed it into her flesh. "No one can know about this" she said softly still entwined with his body. Behind close doors you may take me as you please, but in public, it will have to be as it is. -Max looked to her eyes.-"Take you as you please?"-he said-"I am going to have to get used to this."-he said-"Is there anything in particular you like because, I thought maybe you can help me adapt to this."-he said-"and no worries no one else has to know."-he nods holding her.- "I would like you to claim my ass and my mouth" she said softly. "I wish to not have to be in control with you. Does that make sense? " -he nods.-"I will do my best to act in my thoughts."-he said as he turned her over and picked her ass up and slapped her ass twice one for each cheek as he slid his cock in her ass nice and slow.- Sienna let out an 'of" as he flipped her over and "Louis" as he spanked her ass. Slowly he began to slide his cock in her tight ass. "Oooh" she moaned again. Soon he had managed to stretch it so he could enter it fully with his long thick cock. "Oh yes" she purred as he began thrusting in and out of her tight hole. -Max wanted to try anything he could think of while with her. Max noticed her moan to his spanking as he spanked her a few more times as he thrusts in her ass.-"Oh yeah Sienna moan for me show me your want."-he reached around with one hand and cupped her breasts playing with it as his other hand gripped her waist.- Sienna purred as he spanked her. It felt so good to have that warmth grow upon her ass. Then he thrust into it and she let out another moan. She bucked back onto his cock like a good sub. Moaning and begging for more of his thick cock to fill her to the core. "Yes Mas yes" she purred moving faster as his cock stretched out her ass. -He groaned and looked to her his hands cracked her ass again. Max gripped her breasts and, plunged his cock in her ass feeling her body quiver a bit, he groaned loudly. Max was amazed he wondered what else would he be able to do he was not sure but probably not much else in this session.- Sienna let out another purr as he spanked her. His cock pulled out and then plunged in her ass again. She let out a deep moan bucking back against him, wanting more. "yes max" she purred bucking against him like a dog in heat. -Max groaned his cock moved out of her ass a few times to plunge back in. Max then took it out slammed in her pussy taking it out back to her ass. Max did this 6 or 8 times before he full out continued to Fuck her ass like a mad man, he began to groan.-"OH GOD I'M GOING TO CUM!" Sienna was beside her self as he continued to fuck both of her holes hard. Eventually he stayed in her ass pounding her like a good girl. She squeezed her ass tight around his cock as he voiced he would cum. She couldn't wait to feel that hot jet of Jim fill her tight ass and drip out to her pussy. -With a loud groan Max unloaded 5 loads of jazz in her tight ass. Max groaned and slowly pulled out as he fell to the bed next to her and smiled.-"That was wonderful!"-he exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Sienna.- Sienna purred as her ass dripped his Jazz out and snuggled next to him "Thank you" she said softly pressing her naked body tightly against his. Slowly she drifted off to sleep. The next morning they got up and got dressed nothing was mentioned the night before. But a smile here and there between the two of them. She had their bags taken down and breakfast brought up for them. Max maintained his passive behavior in the company of public. -Max Enjoyed the breakfast put before him after he ate he shivered a bit thinking what was to happen at this lab.-"Tell me Sienna?"-he asked in a soft voice.-"What is to happen at this lab?"-Max was a bit terrified inside he had been tested on before and was told they could have done worse.- Sienna smiled "you won't be biopsied or anything of that nature, it's simply a scan of the brain using an MRI machine, and maybe a cat scan." Sienna got down on her knees and crawled over to him undoing his pants and sucking his cock into her mouth where she began sucking him fast and hard licking and teasing his cock for his pleasure." -Max Blinked a bit as he moaned from her teasing. Max looked to her and ran his fingers in her hair a bit. Max felt his stomach turn he just had a bad feeling he did not know why.-"Sienna?"-he said.-"I do like what your doing but, I feel a bit uneasy. The tests have me nervous."-he said.-"I promise you once we are done, I will feel better." Sienna lifted her had for his cock and looked up at him. "In the world outside this door you are mine. They can't touch you without my permission. Just like inside this door I am yours. I won't let them touch you. Do you trust me?" -He nods and looked to her.-"I do trust you."-he said as he looked down to her.-"I am sorry if I am making this hard."-Max said as he smiled to her.-"But I will have to put my faith in you after all you have not tried to Put me into a slave camp yet." Sienna looked sad "why would I ever put you in a slave camp? Is that what they did to you? Oh, my sweet lover, you are with me as long as you choose to be. Once I get the research done and don't need to submit you to anything other than serving you behind closed doors, you will be free to leave if you no longer wish to have me serve you. Once we find the cure, all will be free to regain their lives. I will not force you to stay with me. If you no longer wish to share my bed, I will respect that. Please don't feel that you have to. I want to serve you behind this door, and please you however you wish." -He blushed, Max felt his cheeks heat up.-"Sienna... I want you to know, I feel very strongly for you, I will be honored to be with you forever as you wish."-he said-"I do not feel obligated to stay but I want to."-he smiled.-"Behind closed doors, I want you to be with me like my missing half."-he smiled as he looked to her.-"I feel better."-he smiled and looked.-"You can continue if you wish and I can cum for you."-Max smiled feeling much better.- "behind close doors I wish to serve you, to be the on in the collar so to speak to fill all your needs as you wish." Sienna placed her mouth back on his cock and began to suck it in her mouth, taking it to the back of her throat. She lashed it with her tongue sucking and licking it with hunger and dedication. Milking his cock so he could give her, her breakfast of cum. And perhaps if she was lucky a spanking or a fuck over the table. -Max finally understood, She wanted to be a slave? A Submissive more like willing to bed to his every demand. Max understood her want and would give it to her. Max groaned for her his mind racing of what he would want to do to her if he could even imagine what he had available to him. Max felt his cock twitching getting closer. Imagining things like, spanking, costumes,some way of DP, or even gang bang, and using all sorts of toys and devices. Max did not know where this was all coming from, but he wanted to try it any way he could.- Sienna continued to suck his cock licking and teasing it, keeping her lips tightly wrapped as she continued to bob up and down on his wonderful thick cock. She found her self moaning over his member as she continued to attempt to suck his cum from him. -Sienna got her wish soon gushing forth a huge load of cum in her mouth from Max groaning in ecstasy as he looked to her.-"I hope you enjoyed that now I will give you some more pleasure."-he took Sienna leading her by the hand, By the hair or anything else may be too much for now he would go through this slowly. Max bent Sienna over and removed her robe from her and exposing her skin he soon took a few slaps to her ass as he kissed and licked over it in a few places. Max then delivered another 5 spankings.- Sienna smiled licking her lips after his load went smoothly down her throat. He took her hand removing her robe and bent her over giving her a nice firm spanking. She moaned throughout it, as it left her with a nice rosy ass. "Thank you" she purred. -he smiled.-"My pleasure is yours."-Max grinned as his slid his cock in her pussy and began to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. Grunting and moaning as he held her shoulders. Slowly taking her arms behind her Max gripped them as he picked up pace pounding her pussy.- Sienna let out a deep moans as he thrust into her. Max took her arms and pulled them back as he continued to take what was his. Her pussy squeezed tightly around his cock as he continued to drive it all the way to her cervix. Over and over he plunged into her. "yes, yes" she purred as his hips gritted against hers. -Max groans as his cock plunges in and out of her pussy as it hugs his cock. Max read up about this sub and DOM business when he was in another camp, and it felt good to know you could control. He pulled back a bit tighter as he held both her arms with one of his the other hand groped her breast.- Sienna let out another moan as he squeezed her breasts. The pain in her arms causing more excitement as he continued to plunge into her pussy relentlessly. "Ooh" she moaned deeply. Her climax built to the point where she couldn't contain it, and multiple orgasms released over his cock like a title waver. Her pussy clenched down as she came hard a fast over an over again. -Max Groaned as he pulled out and turned her around. Max began to jack his cock off and, wanted to put it all over her face as he began releasing his sperm.-"Oh Sienna that was fantastic."-he said and smiled.- Sienna smiled "My pleasure is your pleasure" she said softly kneeling down to receive his cum in her face. She closed her eyes opened her mouth and pushed up her nice ripe breasts. -Max let out cum all over her face and her breasts squirting a few bigger squirts in her mouth and smiled to her.-"Allow me to pamper you by cleaning you."-he smiled.- "as you wish" she said softly staying on her knees while he went and got a warm towel. He came back and washed off her face and fondled her breasts as he cleaned her. She purred softly. "thank you, Max" she said softly, "or would you prefer I call you Sir?" -he smiled.-"Max is fine Sienna until I get better acquainted with my new role."-he smiled-"Is there a shower available so we may shower and clean up?"-he asked.- "yes Max" she said rising and taking his hand leading him into the shower. She adjusted the temperature and stepped in. "Would you like me to wash you?" she asked softly. -he nods and smiled stepping in the shower.-"I will wash you then after."-Max smiled as he looked to her eyes. Max truly wanted to stay here- "as you wish" she said softly giving him the rag and soap. Leaning her head back she got her long hair wet. Her large round mounds thrust forward as the water came down upon her hair and trickled down her body. -Washing her hair with shampoo his fingers danced in her hair. Max rinsed her hair and then began to run the soapy cloth down her body washing every inch he could reach. Max smiled feeling his hands run over her body.- Sienna purred softly as he washed her body from head to toe, as well as her hair. She was starting to like the idea of being pampered. Her hands took the rag from him and began to wash him down. She took her time massaging him as she did, then she washed his hair, her fingers gently massaging his scalp. -Max purred a bit his subconscious letting him close his eyes and hum gently to her washing him. Max smiled he felt so at peace.-"Sienna This is nice." "I'm glad it meets with your approval Max" she said softly finishing him up. Stepping from the shower she handed him his towel, and took one for herself. They got dressed and ready to leave Sienna stealing one last kiss before she opened the door taking his lead. Their bags were carried down to the carriage, and max got in settling on the floor, and she got on the bench. -Max looked up lovingly to Sienna it was fun switching roles like this a double life almost.-"When will we arrive at the Facility?"-Max asked as he lays his head on her lap looking up at her, away from the eye of the public.- "In a few hours we'll stop at another inn" she advised him to run her hand over his head. It's safe for you to come up if you want" she said softly. -slowly he sat on the seat and wrapped his arms around her and relaxed.- Sienna leaned against him, enjoying the comfort of his arms. She knew she was falling for him. "While were there, would you like me to ask for a breeders license?" she questioned. -he looked to her.-"Why would you want that?"-he asked.-"If I get a breeders license then just anyone can use me."-he said-"am I right?" "No I'd get you assigned to me, and its i that would get the license to bare your children, but you're right it could also create other interests in you. I prefer to keep you to myself." She smiled and kissed him softly. -he kissed her back and held her gently in his arms.-"I'm glad you understand, your not like the other women in this world." "Nor are you like any other man. I am yours Max" she kissed him deeply this time running her hand between his thighs. -Max groaned in the kiss as he ran his hands over her sides. This was taboo if they were pulled over it could be the end for them.- Sienna purred softly in his mouth trying to maintain a softer vocalization as her tongue danced with his. Her hand continued to work his rock between his legs. Slowly she removed her hand and pulled back from the kiss. She motioned for him to get down. As the carriage started to slow. Time had flown, and they were now at their next inn. -Max quickly got to the floor and upon entering. Max came out as pristine as he was supposed to. A few of the women in this town did not seem to friendly, looking at max there was something different about him. A rock was tossed from the walking crowed, hit Max in the temple. Lucky it was not huge as it only lightly scraped the skin.-"This town is a bit stricter or meaner then the other two."-he said-Sienna was pissed that someone threw a rock. "I want that person arrested, for vandalizing my property". She bellowed. Two of the guards grabbed the woman and dragged her to the justice department. Sienna followed with Max in tow. "I am formally laying a complaint that this woman vandalized my property. I am the head of the Liberty Colony on my way to The Central office. If you do not comply not only will I have charges laid upon you but I'll have your operation reclassified and under new leadership by morning." The woman looked at her at first like she was insane, until she realized she could do exactly as she threatened. "Yes Ma'am" she replied, "please accept our apologies she will be punished according to the law. We will also have a doctor tend to your property if you wish.""Other than the mark that I will now be forced to endure," Sienna said "I see no reason for that. I expect that there will be a lecture for the town however on the rules regarding other peoples property.""yes Ma'am" the woman nodded." Come" Sienna said to Max as she turned and began to walk back to the inn. Sienna went to her room and shut the door and locked it, she then went to the shutters and closed them as well. Dropping Max's lead she went to the bathroom and got a wet cloth to treat his wound. -max never seen Sienna flip shit. It was kinda cute how she stood up for him. Max held the side of his head enduring the pain until they had gotten back to the inn. Once inside and everything was blocked off max signed in pain.-"Jesus that hurt."-he spurted out as Sienna came back with a rag as he sat in a chair and had her treat him.- "I'm so sorry that happened to you" she said with deep sincerity. "I'm also sorry I had to refer to you as my property. But I made sure that wench will get what's coming to her. Do you want an aspirin or anything for the pain?" she questioned kneeling before him. -Max Looked to sienna dealing with the pain from the cool rag he cooed in the cold rag as he smiled.-"It is ok, do not worry about any of it."-he said as he looked to her eyes.-"I do not hold any anger against these people."-he smiled as he looked around.-"I should be ok no aspirin is needed."-he said putting his gaze back to Sienna.-"I am feeling better, with the rag on the spot." Sienna sighed lightly and laid her head on his knee. "One day I hope to solve this problem" she said lightly -he stroked her hair.-"One day that will come to happen."-he said-"Your very smart I'm sure you will come with a solution." "We'll come up with a solution" she corrected looking up at him. "how's your head my dear?" -Max smiled and took the rag off he lightly ran his finger across it and only slightly winced.-"It's fine a bit sore, but it's ok."-Max looked back to Sienna as he ran his fingers through her hair and stared in to her eyes.-"You will never lose me Sienna."-he said-"You know I was wondering."-he asked.-"Do you enjoy my company? It sounds silly but I have to ask." Sienna smiled. "Good, I'm glad you'll be ok" she listened to his next question. "Of course I enjoy your company, what prompted you to ask?" -Max looked at her.-"I know your different from the other women but, I was told the only reason why the women like being around me is because i won't put up a fight when I'm given an order." Sienna smiled softly. "Behind closed doors who are the one that I have deemed in charge?" she asked softly -Max chuckled.-"Me!"-he said as he wrapped his arms around her and his lips found her neck gently nibbling on her soft skin.-"Though don't you think it's a bad idea after all I can do all sorts of things to you."-he said laughing softly in her ear.- Sienna purred softly. "There has to be a certain level of trust that goes with it. In any relationship." she advised. "You trust me with you outside the walls, and I trust you inside." -Max nods.-"I understand, and I am happy."-he said as his hands began to run under her shirt and run over her back and down to her ass as gripped her ass and began to kneed it in his hands.-"Why not remove your cloths, and we can have some fun."-he said-Sienna smiled and rose before him slowly removing her dress and undergarments from her body. She stood in front of him now naked and vulnerable as a woman who was there for his pleasure and admiration. -Max smiled as he began to nibble her neck again his hands rubbed her breasts lightly pinching the nipple. His cock getting hard in his pants he loved the way her body felt.-"Sienna tomorrow maybe we can try a different aspect of sex next time to have some more variety to this."-Max kisses over her neck as his mouth met one of her nipple and sucked on it his other hand went down playing with her pussy slowly laying her down on the bed.- Sienna let out a moan as he pinched her nipple, and laid her on the bed. His mouth milking her breast as his fingers strummed lightly upon her wet pussy. "Whatever you wish Mas" she said softly "I am yours" She spread her legs wider for him letting out light moans. -his fingers slowly moved in to her pussy as his tongue flicked her nipples and kissed down using his mouth now on her clit.-"Mmm Sienna your so good tasting."-he said as his mouth was busy teasing her button with his tongue.- Sienna let out a soft moan, her body bucking against his fingers, as his tongue teased her hardened nub. "Ooh Max" she purred softly. -His fingers toyed with her sex moving in and out of it his tongue wrapped itself around her clit as he moved away.-"Here lets both get pleasure from this."-he said-"If I remember correctly it's called a 69. Put your pussy over my mouth, and you can suck my cock Sienna."-he said as he laid back removed his clothes for her.- Sienna obeyed his request lowering her dripping pussy over his mouth as she leaned forward tightening her mouth around his cock. She sucked him in deeply moaning and groaning. As she began to fuck his cock with her mouth deeply. -Sienna's mouth felt so good he wanted to cum right there, but he couldn't as Max sucked on her pussy playing with her lips, Insides, and clit.-"Mmm. Sienna so good."-he said softly in her pussy as he stuck his tongue deep in side her.- Sienna let out a deep moan as his tongue invaded the walls of her pussy. Her mouth sucked him harder milking his cock for that cum she so loved. It didn't take her long at all to become cumming over his tongue her body shook convulsing as she climaxed, and her muffled moan came hard over his shaft as she took it deeper into her throat. -Max groaned and slapped her ass a few times on the fourth slap he shot a huge gulp of cum in her mouth and a second squirt coming out in to her mouth once more.-"Oh yeah Sienna do you like my cum?"-he asked as his finger nails lightly scaled her cheeks as he slapped her ass again with both hands.-"do you want to ride me Sienna?" "Of course I do Max" she said softly letting out a moan as he slapped her ass. "If that's what you wish" Sienna replied inching forward and positioning herself over his shaft. Slowly she lowered herself onto it. Her ass facing him as she began to ride him with a slow pace. Her hips moving in circles and soft moans escaping her lips. -He groaned loving the way she rode his cock Max licked his lips as he began to bounce her on his cock.- Sienna let out a deep moan as he began to bounce himself into her. She rode faster and harder as he did hit her first orgasm and clenching his cock tightly. -Max held her hips as he him self was approaching his orgasm he bounced her as hard as he could thrusting his cock deep in side her. Max looked up to her.-"Do you want more of my cum in your mouth?"-he said.-"Or would you rather have its shot all over you?"-he said.- "Let me bath in it my love" Sienna said softly as the last moans poured from her mouth. -Max Laid her back sliding her off his cock as he laid her back and began to shower cum all over her body he groaned and smiled.-"let me clean you up Sienna."-he said as he took a wet rag and cleaned her off and lays against her and smiled.- Sienna smiled her body now cleaned and curled up next to max.

Ozone Corruption|rating:3.0

Kitsune confusion (Irakma x MidnightNeko9)

Fugitive huffed as he made his way up the winding steps, leading up to the shrine far above. He knew that he hadn't been up here as much anymore, but that wasn't his fault. I mean, who puts a shrine on the side of the mountain if they expect it to be used? It just gets exhausting climbing up and down every three months, let alone every week like his parents wanted him to do. Well, his parents were clearly still stuck to the old ways. I mean, nobody had even been killed by an alleged Mistune here in over three decades, so why would his parents believe that these things exist, even though the evidence clearly proved otherwise? Fugitawa finally made it to the shrine, and after resting for a moment to catch his breath, he looked off the small ledge at the area below him. Maybe that was why he came up here. Looking down over the area, he could see why people would climb up here for fun. The view was beautiful, especially with the sun setting, giving the other mountains in the distance a beautiful golden edge. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought nagged at him that the Mistune usually preyed on men in the mountains after the sun had set, but he dismissed the thought. After all, the Mistune were just a story, made up by the parents to scare their kids into behaving. Still, he should be safe and leave. Who knows, there might be serial killers here using the guise of Mistune to continue killing. He left shortly after that thought, not even acknowledging the shrine in front of him, heading down the path as the sun disappeared for the day. Before he could retreat too far down the path, a scuffling could be heard from the nearby Tori - or supposed gate to the spiritual world most shrines housed. Looking back, an animal had appeared at the gate: a snowy fox. It was rumored the infamous mistune spirits could take the form of a regular old fox, distinguishable only by the number of tails, but this one only had a single tail, as expected. So, he may pay it no attention. As he continued down the path, the feeling of being watched took hold and began to grow stronger as the sun dropped below the distant mountains. He'd see the fox again, gazing curiously up at him, not so hidden behind some shrubbery. Its eyes looked unnervingly intelligent, almost human, and it seemed to have no intention of leaving. Fugitive saw the fox and thought to himself, 'Well, that's cute. A normal fox.' He continued walking down the road, kicking a small rock in front of him, not realizing that snowy foxes were rare in this area. His thoughts went to his job that he had to return to the next day, and how he was going to get through the day at his job. Not much else went through his mind, until he dropped the lantern he had been using as light, which shattered on the ground, plunging him into darkness." No, no, no no, no! Dammit." Fugitive pulled out a match book, hoping to see if it was salvageable. Unfortunately, the lantern was smashed to pieces, making it unusable. He cursed again, before lighting a match to see his surroundings. All around him was darkness... and that snowy fox. His eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed for something to defend himself with, eventually laying hands on a stick about a meter long. After seeing him go for the stick, the fox retreated into the darkness, and that should have been the end of it. However, seconds later, he'd hear a young woman's voice from behind him. "A little jumpy, are you?" Luckily whoever spoke was just out of range of his makeshift weapon. "Coming to the shrine alone at night, and you're afraid of a little fox? Poor thing." Another, brighter light appeared in the strange girl's hands, as if she were holding a miniature star. It allowed him to get a good look at her, though, and sure enough she had the ears, claws, and tail of the fabled mistune. Only one tail, though, which he may recall was supposedly the sign of a very young mistune. Fugitive's face paled as he looked at the... was this a joke? Fugitive dropped the stick and stood upright. "Is this a joke? Who the hell are you? And why are you dressed like that? Mistune aren't even real. And they're supposed to be beautiful. You're just cute." Fugitive sighed and sat down with his back to a tree, looking at her calmly After a second, he received a text message from his parents, asking if he was still in the mountains. He laughed aloud and said. "Okay, so my parents hired you, whoever you are, to scare me into going to the shrines more often I guess. Well, I don't care. It's a hassle already going up there due to my job. Why would I go up more?" "What are you talking about? How can I not be real, you're looking right at me!" she replied, tail twitching in annoyance. "I'm not cute. I'm almost a hundred years old, you know, that's insulting." She let the little light she'd summoned hover beside her, so her hands would be free." I don't even know who your parents are. And why would I care if you came to the shrines or not? If anything I'd rather you not come here, makes it easier without the protection of the Kai." From the way she spoke, it didn't seem she was lying. She didn't appear to be the kind of person who could lie very well, anyway. "Look, human, don't make this difficult. I haven't been able to catch anyone and I can't cross back over until I do. You seem miserable, just let me have this. What need do you have for that fragile body anyway when your spirit can be free?" Fugitive laughs and says, "well, I personally like my body. It makes it easy for me to go to my job and... Wait. Hold on. If you're almost 100, then that's why you would have a tail. And not two or more. And the claws..." he trails off into muttering to himself, before reaching a conclusion. He stands up. "Alright, let's prove it." He starts walking towards her, standing in front of her." Now, smile for me." When the fox person smiles, he starts looking at her teeth, noting the sharper canines. He then carefully grabs her ears, pulling gently to see if they would come off. When they don't, he shrugs and says, "I guess you are telling the truth. Huh. I guess my parents were correct." He starts walking down the path back to the town. She curiously watched the human debate, and flashed her pointy teeth when asked. She recoiled a bit when he touched her ears, though. "Hey, don't touch the ears without permission, human! What do you think you're doing?" she huffed. When he started walking away again she had no choice but to pursue." Hey, stop! I need you to cross back over to the spirit world! I don't want to be stuck here, there's horror stories in my world of groups of awful humans taking us away and- and I don't want to find out if they're true or not," she was surprisingly quick, even with the traditional wooden sandals she wore, and she was able to put herself between him and the town once again. "I'm not letting you go!" Fugitive stopped as she ran in front of him, letting her talk. When she had finished, he said, "Well, I don't plan on dying, so I'm going home. Maybe some sake will clear my mind of this craziness. But if you insist on following me," he takes her hand and continues walking. "My mother told me that I should take care of someone I found alone in the woods." What he didn't say was that his mother told him to kill any fox he saw in the woods, but that isn't necessarily reassuring to someone who appears to be in some distress. Especially a Mistune. "Well can I at least stick around until I find someone else? I don't really have the energy to try and overpower you, and I don't know how to charm people yet," she admitted sheepishly, blushing a bit when he took her hand. "Sounds like a caring mother. Mine ditched me as soon as she could. We don't really stay in packs. A-and let me clear something else up, a lot of people seem to think seeing a mistune is a bad omen, which makes sense with the eating people and all. But we actually bring good luck! And not all of us are eager to kill. We can survive without doing so, we'll just kind of stay a one-tailed child in the eyes of our peers forever." Fugitive continued walking towards his house, which lies on the edge of the town, next to the start of the path to the shrine. While he walked to his house, he said, "You know, killing things in general isn't that big of a problem. I mean, nothing wants to die. But we kill them anyway. But while I have the power, I'm going to keep myself from getting killed by anything or anyone for a while. I've still got a long life ahead of me." Eventually, they arrive at his house, where he opens the door and steps inside, stretching as he does so. "Do you want anything to eat? Or drink? Aside for me of course. I'm off the menu." He opens a cabinet, pulling out a bottle of sake. "I didn't know humans had such a strong will to live," she said innocently, tilting her head in curiosity. "Other mistune make it look like mortal men are eager to throw their lives down for them. But maybe that's just because they're a lot more experienced than I am. And have bodies actually worth desiring," she mumbled the last bit, insecurity taking over for a moment." Yeah, I get it. Not even a little taste though?" she said with a playful flick of her tail. She'd gone into this excited and anxious, thinking perhaps she didn't have to kill anyone; couldn't she just do the seducing part? But it seemed she wasn't going to be able to do that either. "I'm not hungry, not for stupid mortal food at least." Fugitive shrugs and says, "Well, if you want some sake, I'll give you some. I need a second. It's not every day that you find out that your parents weren't lying about Mistune." He pours some sake in a bowl and drinks some of it. He then goes over to a desk at the corner of the room and pulls a futon out from beneath it. He then starts spreading it out. "I've got a place for you to sleep on if you need it. You can stay the night if you need. It says it's going to be freezing tonight." "I can't believe you ever stopped believing in us. You know, we hide because we're afraid of what you humans can do. Sure an experienced mistune may have some charm but in the end a group of humans will always win a battle of strength," her ears dropped as she said this, talking about her own peoples' secrets like that was akin to betrayal. She couldn't understand why she felt the need to tell this human everything, yet at the same time she knew she'd answer any question he asked." I don't want to sleep, I'll have nightmares," she said as an excuse, though really she didn't quite trust him enough to fall asleep near him. "Well, we see you as a dangerous creature that can't be stopped, other than by the shrines, but I thought my parents just were silly. I guess we just believe in what we see, so if we can't see it, we don't believe in it." Fugitive drinks the rest of the sake, then pours more into his bowl. He pulls out a second bowl. "You sure you don't want to at least try some?" He sets the bowl down and pours some sake into it, making sure to put a small amount in the bowl. "But there are a lot of things you can't see. You breathe air, but you can't see it," she replied, pointing out a major flaw in human logic. Curious, she sniffed at the sake, both intrigued and cautious. "Ah, is that what you humans are always bringing to the shrine as offerings? For the patron Kai I mean, though the closest mistune always snaps it up. I might've had it once or twice before..." There was a certain elegance to her movements as she picked up her bowl and took a tiny sip first, ears perking up a bit as she did. "Alright, I'll admit, it's good. At least you humans can do something right." Fugitive laughs. "I thought you would like it. My parents make the best sake in the entire Kyoto region, and they send some up to me to put on the mountain. They say I have to put a bottle of it up there every six months, so I'll have to do that in two or so months. But until then, I get to drink a bit for myself. It'd be nice to have someone to share it with, but I don't have any friends to drink with, so..." He shrugs, a bit disappointed, before drinking the remainder of the sake in his bowl and pouring a little more. "Now, this is going to be my last bowl for the night, or I won't be able to think straight when I get to work tomorrow." "So you come from an honorable family? Are you nobility?" she genuinely asked. If she were truly one hundred years old, it would make sense that she didn't know much about modern Japan. Her ears dropped when she heard he didn't have any friends to hang out with. "But don't humans pack creatures? You stay together in groups, don't you? Why do they exclude you? And I never understood why you put so much emphasis on jobs. What purpose does working so hard serve? Other creatures survive just fine with what nature gives them." Fugitive shrugs. "A lot of things us humans do are pretty oddball in nature. Most of us work so we don't have to later in life. Some work to provide a service that others can't do. Some do it because they have no choice in their mind. Me? I do my job because it gives me a roof over my head to keep the rain and snow off of me while I sleep. And it makes it easier to buy food that I can't get myself. As for my parents, we aren't royalty. Just perfect at making sake." he drinks a sip from his bowl." Now, you asked if we are pack creatures. Sometimes, we aren't. It's different for each person. For me, I'm not very social, so I don't have friends to spend time with, making me a prime victim... of being attacked by a Mistune." He sighs. She listened intently, seeming almost fascinated by the human's explanation of their strange ways. "So your reputation doesn't come from family lineage, but from mastery of a craft. That's a lot like us. The mistune that are the best at things have all the power. And those of us who aren't good at anything, well... then you have me," she said dejectedly, hugging her bushy tail close like a blanket. "I suppose you are a prime target. Consider yourself lucky, then, that you ended up meeting the one mistune that can't even think about wanting to kill you." Fugitive smiles. "Well, that's nice. I prefer it when people don't try and kill me. It makes things easier on my mind. (con’t) "Plus, then I can protect you. Do you need actual sustenance, or do you just need sake? And if you need sustenance, do you have to kill humans to get sustenance?" he shifts and raises his bowl to her, draining what remains. He then stands up, going to his small kitchen to prepare a meal for himself. He calls out from the room, "If you want to try some human food, I can make some for you if you want." "Why would I want a human to protect me? I'm supposed to be a powerful nature spirit, remember?" she protested, having drained her own little bowl of Sake and regained some of her energy. "It's not really consuming the sake that gives us life, it's the divine energy from making an offering at a shrine. But I appreciate it anyway. And no, we don't have to kill humans, the only sustenance we need is faith. The religious folks visiting the shrine provide plenty of that." Instinctively, she jumped up to follow him, despite turning down his offer for food. It seemed the adorable mistune had begun to get attached. Fugitive shrugged, saying, "Well, everything needs protection from time to time. I needed protection when I was younger, so I presumed that you would need protection, being a younger person in your species. Especially from people who would try and sell you on the black market. Trust me, they would stop at nothing to catch you if they knew you existed, and you would probably be worth a decent amount, at least 1 billion yen. So I have to keep people from trying to capture you and sell you." he grabbed a plate from a cabinet and started putting food on his plate. "I suppose you're right. My magic ability is little to none, I'm pretty sure the others believed from the start I would be captured or killed as soon as I entered the human world. And, uhm, sell me for what, exactly?" she asked innocently, curious though she would definitely not like the answer. She watched as he prepared his food, tail contentedly swaying about, finding herself noticing the little details in his movement, his posture, how delicately he handled things, and so on. No human had ever interested her so much before. Fugitive stopped putting food on his plate, and shuddered. "I- I personally don't want to know what they would do with you, but I can guess. Some would try and cut you to pieces to see how you work, others would try and keep you as a pet, still others would keep you for... other purposes. I don't think you would want to know what that would be." He picked up his plate and started to walk over to his table, sitting down at his table in the room adjacent to the kitchen. He motions for her to sit in front of him. "What's your naming, by the way?" Upon hearing the explanation, her ears folded back apprehensively. "Why are humans so awful? Except you, you're nice. But that's scary, we're living creatures too! We can think and feel, are we really worth nothing more than simple house pets or specimens to be studied?" She followed him to the table and sat down, still a bit upset over being told what people might do if they got their hands on her. "My chosen name's Rink. I'm not old enough for an honorable family name yet, that's only for when you grow to two tails." Fugitive started to eat his food, savoring it in his mouth. He then looked at her in the eyes and said, "Some people see others as less important than themselves. I don't know why, It just seems horrible to me. I think that everyone is at least deserving of a meal and water and shelter. Bare minimum of what people need to survive. If you want more, you work for it. Like a nicer house like mine. Or better food. Or things in general that make my life easier. And nice to know your name, Rink." he returns to his meal, continuing to savor the food. "The Kai want to help people, you know. They believe in the same thing. But a lot of you humans have stopped coming to the shrines, so they don't have the energy to," she said matter-of-factly. She didn't like humans much, besides the one in front of her, but thought they deserved at least what they needed to live. Perhaps not everyone could attain happiness, but that didn't mean they shouldn't be allowed the chance to. She watched as he ate, enjoying his presence though growing bored. Her original excitement had worn off, as she'd failed to do anything right or have any fun at all. The reality that she was stuck in the human world began to settle in, and she could feel her spiritual connection to the Kai fading, divine purity being gradually replaced by worldly desires. Fugitive looked up at her, then raises his bowl. "You sure you don't want some? I'm not the best cook, but it's not bad." he places the plate and chopsticks in front of her, then grabs the bottle of sake, emptying the remainder into her bowl. "You probably want some more sake. I usually want a bit more after an unusual night." He then sat back and started looking at her, wondering if she was what classified in her culture as eligible for drinking. Well, he thought, she is definitely old enough in human years. But the myths spoke of them seducing men. Is she doing that to me? ... No. While she is cute, Rink is only cute. I don't think she is seducing me. Aloud, he said, "So according to the stories my parents told me, your kind seduce men and eat them. Are your kind able to seduce men, and you can't, or are all of your kind unable to seduce men?" She continues to show no interest in the food, but couldn't turn down more sake. Mistune didn't care much about age, as the spirits didn't have a normal life cycle, nor did they reproduce the same way as mortal beings. So, a mistune was born at her full maturity. She took another long sip of sake before answering his question with a sigh." Most of us can. I'm just terrible at it, apparently. This is my first time interacting with a human. And I don't really want to eat you anymore so that's the point?" she'd ask. The more time he spent with her the more it began to seem he'd encountered something that theoretically didn't exist, a virgin mistune girl. She hadn't the slightest idea how to even go about seducing anyone, and though she had a gorgeous body she really was more cute than anything. Fugitive picked up the bowl and put it in his kitchen, starting to clean it, thinking to himself. She is cute. And I do kinda like her, I think. Wait Fugitive, you need to be careful. She could be charming you in some way. She looked to be telling the truth, but you should still be careful. But if she does kill me, it'll be my fault for bringing her to my house in the first place, so I should have some trust in her. He put the dish aside to dry, then walked back into the living room. "What are your plans for tonight?" She waited patiently while he retreated to the kitchen, her fluffy tail idly waving back and forth. Her ears showed her excitement when he returned, perking right up once again. "I don't know, my only inkling of a plan was to finally make my way up to a two-tail by, you know, eating someone. But I don't want to do that now. I just want." she trailed off, having to refrain from saying 'you'. "I just want to enjoy myself while I'm here. But I really don't even know what that entails, to be honest." Fugitive watched her more careful coming back out of the kitchen, with the intention of seeing if she was seducing him in any way. He noticed her ears perk up when he walked in, but he presumed that she was just interested in her prey. What did confuse him was when she trailed off? What was she going to say? I just want. What? Your flesh? You? Didn't matter. She had continued speaking. He responded, "Why don't you know what you're doing here? Shouldn't you have a general idea of why you're here?" "I told you, I only had one directive. Now that I can't even accomplish that, I have no idea. It's not like I had a plan B!" she huffed, hugging her fluffy tail close for some comfort. "I feel like you don't like me, you think I'm going to try and kill you, don't you? I don't want to play this game anymore. If you don't trust me just send me off, it's not like I can do anything about it. Maybe this is a wake-up call trying to tell me that mistune. We can never have a genuine relationship with a human." Fugitive's eyes soften. "Hey, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." Fugitive sits down next to her and hugs her, despite this going against his previous thoughts. Maybe she is seducing me, He thought to himself. No, she was completely sincere earlier. I wouldn't want to upset her. I don't know why, but being around her has made me the happiest I've been in a long time. Maybe because I haven't had a friend to talk to in forever. Fugitive sighs and says, aloud, "I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh. I just thought that I should be cautious, but I've just treated you like garbage. I'm sorry." Rink returned the hug, nuzzling up against him a bit. She hadn't been so close to someone in a very long time, much less with a nice human. Her demeanor was the definition of innocence; she hadn't told a single lie since the two met, nor had she really attempted to hurt him, and didn't intend on doing so. "You have every right not to trust me. But I just want to belong somewhere, and not have to think about trying to gain wisdom and power and all that crap. And you haven't treated me like garbage, at least I don't think so. I think you were just scared." Fugitive smiled and said, "I trust you. You have been pretty kind to me as well, aside from at the beginning where you said that you needed to kill me about a half hour ago. That was before we got to talk a bit, and honestly you've got a place here where you can belong. I promise I don't bite..." Fugitive lapses into silence, just enjoying being around her. He started having feelings for her, but he didn't know what those feelings meant. He hadn't dated in school, and he had barely had interests in the girls, thinking of them as tame. And compared to Rink they were. So he didn't entirely understand his feelings currently, but he would hopefully figure them out. She smiled in response to him saying he didn't bite, flashing those adorable pointy canines. "I might," it'd take a moment for him to realize she'd been making a joke, her playful side emerging once she felt safe and accepted. She noticed him fall silent, brushing her incredibly soft tail past his face to tease him. "Look, I'm happy just to be around you too. I can tell you were thinking something like that. But you're getting lost in thought leaves me bored, dummy!" Fugitive looks up in surprise at her. He certainly wasn't expecting the joke, another reason for the continued silence, but what had really surprised him was the tail brushing across his face. He hadn't really planned things when he had invited her to his house. In fact, why had he brought her to his house? No matter, she had said that she was bored. "So, uh, what do you want to do?" He said, surprised at the nervousness in his voice. Why was he nervous? These thoughts continued to plague his mind. "You're the one that brought me to your house! You really didn't think about it at all, did you? Maybe I have a bit of charm after all," she chuckled, finding his sudden shyness quite amusing. "I know you said you didn't believe in mistune. But have you ever thought about, if they were real, what you'd do if you encountered one? And I don't mean trying to beat them with a stick like you did earlier. I'm just curious, promise." Fugitive laughs. "Well, I never thought of that. Most of my life I was trying to believe that they didn't exist. It was easier to believe that I didn't have to be scared of women, though that ended up happening anyway, for... other reasons." He looks embarrassed for a second. "Most people thought me as weird. I didn't find the other girls pretty, just thought they were annoying. And when I said that, they attacked me. Life is pretty confusing. But I guess what I would do is probably try and date one to spite my parents. With my luck, I'd get my liver pulled out of my chest doing that." "Do you think I'm annoying?" she asked, mainly having caught on to the part where he never liked girls. Of course, she assumed it applied to her too, never in all her hundred years would she guess she could be a human's first love. This whole situation was beginning to become confusing to her. "You'd. Date one? Even knowing how dangerous mistune can be? I'm about the only one that won't kill you," the naive girl just couldn't put two and two together and realize her allure; she was a beautiful and cute mystical being, an untamed spirit, and she was the only one of her kind that wasn't aggressive. The opportunity to have that as a girlfriend or pet - or who knows, maybe even both - was too good to pass up. Fugitive looked shocked. "What? No! If I found you annoying, I would have told you. It's easier to be straight forward with your thinking. Makes it so I don't have to lie as much. No, I think it's easier to just say your opinions straight... up..." Fugitive trails off, realizing what his feelings towards her mean. Then he shrugs and says, "I think what I'm trying to say is that I'm starting to fall in love with you. Don't exactly know how to react personally, I think my mind just figured it out. Makes sense I guess, I'm new to this whole love thing, so I could be wrong, but I doubt it." Fugitive looked at Rink with a look of interest and confusion, not sure what this meant. Her ears folded back when he raised his voice a bit, feeling as if she'd upset him. But, like the good girl she was, she listened to everything he had to say before responding. "You. Like me? But I haven't charmed you or anything." After a moment it finally hit her, she'd gotten a human to fall for her even without magic on her side. Somebody finally liked her as she really was. Without saying another word, she came closer and hugged him, confused and overwhelmed herself but letting instinct guide her. "It's mutual, then. I thought you wouldn't like me at all, I'm a failure of a mistune. But failure or not, I still have the heart of a beast. And I won't be tamed," she said, almost like a challenge. Fugitive smiled and hugged her back, not knowing what to do but listen to her talk. His thoughts began to wander, only to have them be drawn back by her speaking again. He spoke up when she finished speaking, saying, "You may have the heart of a beast, but that heart of the beast seems to like its prey. In some way. And I never planned to tame that. It would make you boring like normal women. I hate boring. It's probably the only reason I climb up to the shrine anymore. It's beautiful at sunset up there." Fugitive stops. "Maybe we can see it tomorrow when I get back from work." She couldn't help but smile as well, feeling warm and safe in his embrace. "Oh you have no idea..." she muttered after the bit about liking her prey. Mistune were known as creatures of desire, whether that desire be hunger or lust or a bit of both. "So I'm unique to you, huh? I thought humans liked quiet, submissive women. That's how it is in the animal kingdom, at least. The submissive part I get, but having a mate that does nothing but wait around for someone to tell them what to do would surely be a waste of time, right? Boring, as you said," she laid her head on his shoulder as she spoke. Was that what she saw him as? A mate?" I'd love to go watch the sunset with you," she added, a bit sad remembering he had to go work all day. Fugitive nods. "Both people in any relationship should work together, not just one person being in charge. At least, that's my opinion. Nobody asks for my opinion though, so I just shut up and work." Fugitive smiles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as he speaks. "I don't think I have any friends." Fugitive looks down at the floor, clearly sad. "One of the many reasons to drink sake..." Fugitive reaches for another bottle of sake, starting to uncork it. "I need to forget my lack of friends again. It hurts to think about having no friends." He starts drinking straight from the bottle instead of pouring it into a bowl. "I want to hear your opinion," she replied, feeling as if it were her duty to cheer him up. Seeing him go for the sake again, it hit her just how upset he was about the situation. "Hey, you have a friend now! You have me, I won't ignore you, I promise." Her tail wrapped around the arm holding the sake, gently attempting to push it away from his mouth. It wasn't good for humans to drink too much, she knew that." Please don't be sad, it's making me sad, mistune are empaths you know! I want to help," she looked up at him with those adorable, determined eyes. "I like you. I want you to be happy." Fugitive shrugs. "I've wanted to die for a while, you know. Everyone hates me at work, I don't have a good relationship with anyone. I can't even get friends online! It's honestly a miracle that I've lived this long alone. But at least you're here. This is one of the nights when I doubt my life. You might keep me from ending it. Which could be good or bad." He continues trying to put the bottle to his lips, ignoring the sake dripping out of the neck and onto his shirt. "I hope you help me be happy. It very well could mean life or death. Or just confusion." Something about this whole scene triggered something inside her. The animalistic desire to protect one's mate, even if he wasn't really her mate yet, took over. "Would you stop that?" she growled, swiping the sake out of his hand. The strange innocence she held until now vanished, making her appear more mature, more dangerous and alluring, more like a true mistune." You are not dying on my watch. I chose you, you belong to me now, whether as a mate or a pet is up to you to decide, but you are not leaving me behind in the human world with nowhere to go and no one to run to. You understand that, human?" Fugitive gulps, and meekly says, "Yes ma'am." He looks at her nervously, slowly realizing that she looks more... mature. And through that more... attractive. And she had his sake. He really wanted that, but he also kind of wanted her. He wasn't sure what that meant entirely, but it probably had something to do with that sexual energy seemingly charging the air. For him at least. He shifts uncomfortably. "Can... can I have the sake back? I really want a drink of it. I promise I won't get drunk." He looks at her with pleading in his eyes. "You may have a small amount of it if you swear you are not going to abandon me," she continued to snarl before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "When a mistune chooses a mate, that bond can only end one way. Through death. I'll keep you safe, but if you try to leave, I will tear you to shreds. An unfaithful human isn't even worthy of being eaten." She held out the bottle of sake. "If you understand, you may have this back. But if you get drunk and do something stupid I will take it upon myself to punish you, human." Fugitive smiles. "Deal. I wouldn't abandon you anyway. It clearly would end in my death, and also it would be rude. Don't worry" He says, hugging her lightly, "I have no intention of leaving you. At this point, I would die before I left you..." He laughs. "I guess I would die before I left you, seeing as how you would kill me!" he gently takes the bottle of sake, then pours it into their bowls, missing his slightly before pouring it in. Taking his bowl in hand, he stands up. "A toast! Or whatever those silly Americans say." He then drinks the entire thing. It is slowly becoming apparent that he is mildly drunk. He reaches for the sake bottle again. She smiled, satisfied with his answer for now, indulging in her own bowl of sake. Unsurprisingly, mythical spirits had a higher alcohol tolerance, so after two bowls of it she was still completely fine. Well, maybe it was making her a bit more temperamental, but she wouldn't know." Oh, no you don't. I said you could have a little bit, not the whole bottle. We're putting this away," she took the bottle before he could get his hands on it again, after seeing how he'd begun acting she wasn't about to let him get full-on drunk. Fugitive sighed and nodded. "Alright. I guess I was trying to get drunk. Maybe a little. But that way I don't have to think!" As he had digested the alcohol, he had been getting drunker as the conversation continued. It was probably too late to stop him from being drunk, but taking the alcohol away was probably a good choice. He stood up slowly and walked into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He grabbed a bag of chips from his cabinet and walked back into the living room, stumbling on nothing. "You want some? They help with the digestion. I think." "I told you, I don't eat mortal food. Now you need to sit down before you trip on air and hurt yourself," she took him by the shoulder, claws digging into his skin a bit as she forced him into a chair. "You humans and your pathetic alcohol tolerance, I shouldn't have let you have more," she muttered, sitting down beside him with a sigh. "I hate that you think you have to drink your worries away. Yeah, life is tough, but try living the way you have for a hundred years. You've got to make the best of it, with your little human lifespan, otherwise you'll look back and see you didn't live the life you wanted at all." "So what I'm hearing is live life to the fullest. That I can do." Fugitive opens the bag of chips clumsily, dropping a few on the ground. He starts crawling on the ground to pick them up and eat them, though he keeps crushing the chips before he can pick them up. After a moment of this, he gives up and sits back down in the chair, eating the chips in his bag." Hey, if I should live life to the fullest, can I kiss you?" Fugitive looks at Rink directly in the eyes, waiting for her response. She watches this clumsy display with both amusement and pity. Humans really were such fragile, helpless creatures. He needed her protection, that much was obvious. The question took her by surprise, and she took a moment to compose herself and respond. "You should have a bit more caution, human. Mistune are picky. If you're too forward, you could get eaten." She smiled, flashing those wickedly sharp teeth of hers. "Though, if you insist on being reckless, I suppose you may." Fugitive smiles as he attempts to eat a chip again, this one missing his mouth and crunching against his cheek. "I guess that's a yes!" Leaning forward, he fell out of the chair, falling on his face. He then got up and sat directly across from her, looking at her in the eyes. "You have pretty eyes. They look like beautiful jewels." He leans forward, and slowly kisses her on the lips, being incredibly gentle despite being drunk. He leans back. "How was that? I hope I'm a good kisser. Would be awkward otherwise." Again, she only looked on, patient throughout all of his drunken blunders. She found her face a bit flushed as he complimented her eyes; she rarely got genuine compliments or praise. Her heart fluttered in her chest during the kiss, only slightly calming down after. Unsurprisingly, he tasted like sake. She couldn't hold back an amused chuckle, reaching out and running her claws through his hair. "Well, it's not like I have experience to compare to. But, I enjoyed it," she admitted, an admiring smile on her beautiful face. Fugitive sat on the floor, feeling at peace as she ran her claws through his hair. He shifted slightly, enjoying her touch. "I'm enjoying this. A lot. You want to play a game? We could play Shogi or something like that. If you don't know how to play, I could teach you." He stands up suddenly, going to a cabinet and pulling out a board of Shogi. He barely takes two steps before tripping, sending Shogi pieces flying across the room. Fugitawa drunkenly starts trying to pick up the pieces, Occasionally dropping one he had just picked up. "Sorry, I dropped the pieces." Much more concerned with him than the game, she rushed to his side. "Are you alright? You shouldn't be walking around. You're drunk, idiot," she said this affectionately, gently pushing him down to sit on the floor again. "Don't you dare move until I tell you, I'll gather the rest of the pieces. I won't have you hurting yourself." Quickly she picked up the remaining game pieces and brought them back, though showed no interest in learning to play the game at all. Her attention was on him. Her mate. Furthermore, her drunkenly accident-prone mate. "Is there anything else you want to do? I'm not in the mood for games," she said as she sat down beside him, wrapping her tail protectively around him. Fugitive sat down on the floor, listening to what Rink said and staying seated. He watched her gather the pieces and wondered why he was having trouble picking them up and why he couldn't pick them up. She quickly returned though, and his drunken mind went back to how beautiful she was. The said that she wasn't in the mood for games, which disappointed him slightly. But what else did he want to do? He thought for a moment, before saying aloud, "What if we had sex?" He clearly just thought of the first thing on his mind, and he smiles dumbly at her. For a moment she went silent in surprise, then burst out laughing. "With me? The terrifying mistune that could decide to devour you at any second? You're asking for a whole new kind of wild, you know. But..." she nuzzled his neck lovingly as she spoke, "I wouldn't be opposed to it. You should know, though, I'm actually sort of still a virgin." She gave an embarrassed chuckle. One hundred years old, and she'd been alone for all that time. She had no idea what she'd been missing out on. Fugitive looked down, a little sad that she had laughed at him, but in his drunken stupor he quickly forgot about it and only noticed her nuzzling him. "So if you aren't opposed to it, does that mean yes? Because I haven't had sex before, so this could be fun. Or it could be just chaos." He kisses her again, not hearing that she was a virgin. He was too focused on her body not her words. And besides, it didn't matter to him. He had no clue what he was doing, so they would figure it out together. After a few seconds she broke off the kiss to say in that irresistibly gentle, whisper-like tone of hers; "yes, darling. That means yes." She simply found him adorable in this state, uninhibited by the self-doubt that always seemed to be eating away at him. Then she leaned in to kiss him this time, both arms and tail wrapped around him possessively. She'd decided she wasn't that kind of mistune, seeing this man not as prey, but as a mate, and as such she'd let him take control if he wished. Fugitive nodded, only for her to kiss him again. This time he leaned into the kiss, pulling her closer to his body, and trying to hold her closer to him. After a second of kissing he remembered that you need to take clothes off to have sex, and started clumsily undressing himself. After getting his shirt off, he looked at her apologetically. "I seem to be having trouble getting undressed. Sorry." He started to undo his belt, his pants and underwear dropping to the floor, revealing his dick, being larger than average, but not by much. "So how do we start?" "Well, you wouldn't be having trouble if you didn't get yourself drunk, would you?" she replied, undoing the sash of her Yucatán and letting it fall to the ground, then watching him struggle for a moment. Her face went bright red as soon as she saw what he was packing. That's going inside me? No way it'll fit..." W-well, how do you want to start, darling?" she asked in a loving tone, reaching out and running a finger down his dick teasingly. Her nails were sharp, but she was careful not to scratch him. Fugitive smiled drunkenly and kissed her, his dick standing at half-mast already. As he kissed her, his dick rubbed up against her leg, causing it to become more erect, till it was fully erect. He broke the kiss to say, "I have no idea. But what if we start something like this?" He carefully takes his dick and starts rubbing the outside of her clit, looking up at her to see how she reacts to this. "Hope this feels good for you, cause." He moans softly. "This feels good for me." Feeling him rubbing against her made her legs feel weak, the primal desire of a female fox to submit entirely to her mate becoming stronger by the second. "Ah... I must be dreaming, there's no way this is really happening. You're barely touching me, and already I can hardly stand it," she said, face flushed. Being the cute little virgin she was even this slight stimulation felt incredible, almost scarily so. Fugitive smiled and continued rubbing the outside of her clit, enjoying the feeling. After a couple of seconds, he said, "You want me to put it in? I think it'll feel better." While what he had been doing felt nice, he wanted to claim her, and put his dick inside of her, even if it wasn't necessarily her pussy. He hadn't really felt this way before, but he wanted to make her his own. He didn't want anybody else to touch her. "Do you mind if I lie down for this? My legs are starting to feel weak already," she said with a sheepish chuckle, certain she wouldn't be able to stand soon enough. "Come on, to the futon, and you can make me yours once and for all." Moments later she'd settled onto his futon, loving the scent of him that lingered on it, all laid bare just for him. "There we go. You've been so patient, love... Now, go ahead." Fugitive smiled and nodded, and followed her to the futon, waiting for her to lay down on the mattress. He then took his dick and placed it on her clit, starting to push it in slightly till the tip was inside. He groaned softly as he did this and looked at her in the eyes, saying, "I'm going to go all the way in. If it hurts, let me know." He then slowly pushed his dick in until it slid into the base, moaning softly as he did so. "Damn, you're tight."

Kitsune confusion (Irakma x MidnightNeko9)|rating:4.0

Lara Croft's Amazon Adventure (Celebstars & DeRe)

Lara was excited to be going on her first exhibition. She had dreamt of finding something big, something new that the world hadn't discovered yet. Her late grandfather always told her about his past before he died. Journeys across the globe filled with his friends and what they had discovered.I friends today, all much older and in their late fifties and sixties were accompanying Lara on her private jet. They were heading to the Amazon rainforest to look for the lost city of gold. The thought of buildings made out of solid gold buried deep with in the trees and soil intrigued her greatly. Lara imagined her name spread across the world with what she had found and knew it would bring stardom and fame. Not that she was craving that, she already had money well beyond anyone's imagination due to her family's wealth. The only other woman on the plane was the Historian. Her name was Judith, and she looked stunning for her 58 years. Lara was only 23 and some would debate whether she was as good-looking. As the pair spoke, the men were getting rowdy and arguing about the sport they followed. It always confused Lara as to why men would argue about something so unimportant. That was her view anyway. When they landed, the party left the jet and the hot sun beamed down on to them. Holding her hand above her eyes to look ahead, Lara could see a group of men wearing camouflage outfits. They also carried guns." Do we really need to have the mercenaries with us?" Turning around, she spoke in her posh English accent towards her boyfriend who was also on the trip. He was very handsome and was certainly her type, although he wouldn't be many other women's. "I know there are tribes in the forest, but surely this is over stepping the mark?" Before they arrived, Lara was told of the hostile reception the tribes gave to outsiders. It did scare her, but she wasn't going to be put off by it. Walking towards the men, she was wearing black leather boots and socks ideal for long walks. Due to the heat, she wore brown shorts and which showed off a lot of her thighs and legs. Above the waist was a green top. It exposed her soft and slightly toned tummy as well as both arms. Her hair was down by her shoulders with some over lapping towards the front, sitting by her chest. It brought attention to her necklace, given to her by her grandfather. As she approached the men, Lara offered her hand for them to shake it. "Hello, I'm Lara." When his handlers at Corporate Solutions handed him a bodyguard mission, Hansen frowned even harder than usual. The hardened killer despised "babysitting" runs; their glacial pace and measured diplomacy went against everything the Cape Town native believed in. Aged 40, the blond blue-eyed mercenary had been handsome once, but nearly two decades of fighting in the African sun left him with a missing eye and a burned face. The former was hidden with an eye patch, the latter he proudly flaunted in order to shock and intimidate - two things he loved doing. A veteran of the SAD and the Foreign Legion, he had been expelled from both for cruelty and excesses in the field. Nonetheless, this hadn't stopped CS, a private military contractor which was prepared to pay him twice as much for half the work of a regular squad die. In fact his ruthless and penchant sadism were perhaps the very reason he was hired. Despite the generous paycheck he had been disappointed to find work with CS was often more tedious than regular forces life. Weeks of guarding compounds in Iraq, or escorting diamond shipments in his native South Africa, began to drive him mad with boredom. He had volunteered for the Brazil mission just to escape the tedium, even if it pissed him off immensely. According to the brief, a team of British explorers where heading into the Amazon in search of the long-lost Colonel Fawcett and the supposed city he was seeking. It sounded insane enough to be exciting. For support CS had sent along two other operators for support. One was an old colleague of Hansen's from his Legion days, a Swede called Perth. He was an expert killer, and at over 6' 5" was more than capable of shouldering most of the gear. Hansen respected his aggression and focus, even considering the giant (Hansen himself was 5' 10") a rare friend. That was more than could be said for Rafael, the other operator. Half-Amazon Indian, he was ex-Brazilian border guard and fluent in numerous indigenous languages as well as being totally at home in the jungle. Hansen, a staunch racist, despised Rafael and made little effort to hide it, repressing his bigotry only for the sake of the mission. It wasn't until after they landed at the main camp and waited for a few days that they met their clients. Upon the team's arrival, Hansen's expectations of a dull babysitting op quickly disappeared. The two women in the team were hardly his idea of archaeologists. The older one at least looked professorial, but the younger seemed like she was better suited to a fashion shoot than a jungle dig. The men seemed distinctly civilian, ill at ease in the heat and raucous chaos of the Amazon. One of them appeared to be the younger woman's boyfriend or husband, which gave Hansen a potent twinge of jealousy. Never mind. He thought as he licked his cracked lips, it's better when they have to be taken forcefully anyway... After the team had disembarked, the trio of mercy moved in to greet them. Hansen watched as the young woman came towards him, swinging her hips with a casual swagger that suggested real skill in the bedroom. Her beautiful young body was lithe and taunt, and she obviously seemed to enjoy displaying it. Despite the few clothes she was wearing, Hansen took a few moments to quite blatantly undress her with his eyes. When she introduced herself, he met her gaze with a steady coldness. "Hansen." He said flatly. "Didn't know they let girls do this kind of job. You are a hooker they bought along?" Lara didn't like the look of the men. They didn't seem intelligent, and she was sure none of them could count without the use of their fingers. Her jaw opened wide at his remark. "Sorry? Are you forgetting who is paying your wages? We can withdraw our funds and go with another company. A company that doesn't employ blind morons." The blind reference was due to the eye patch which she had just noticed in detail. Looking around his shoulder, Lara took a glance at the other men who seemed to think it was rather rude of her to mention his disability. The other woman, Judith, came forward dressed rather smartly. Wearing the same boots as Lara, she had sunglasses on with a white cap, which was similar in color to her long hair. A t-shirt tugged to her slim waist and a shirt over the top covered her arms and hung down over her shorts by the knees. "No need to get in to arguments. Now let's just get on with what we are doing." Marching through with a large backpack on, she started to lead the way in to the jungle. The other men followed her, walking through the mercenaries as did her boyfriend. Lara was left with Hansen, and she gave him an evil glare before walking on through. Her tight ass in her shorts on show to all of them. Hansen's cruel, pinched lips twisted into what could be called a smile. He matched Lara's cold glare hard with his one hateful eye, then watched her ass bounce as she strode off in irritation. Her outrage and attempt at offense had excited him in a particularly sadistic way. It was always the posh bitches who liked to be treated the worst, he thought. Watching her rock-hard buns straining against her shorts he wondered if she'd ever let a man fuck her there. He intended to find out soon enough at any rate, because the delights of Lara's lithe young body were now the primary focus of her erstwhile 'protector'. The older woman bothered Hansen more than he wanted to admit to himself. She was definitely baggage, and he was concerned about how she'd slow down or complicate the journey. Along with the men in the team she was going to have to meet some kind of unfortunate incident. The Amazon jungle was a dangerous place, and Hansen intended to reduce the group to just Lara and the mercenaries as soon as he could. Watching her laughing and chatting with her boyfriend, he imagined what killing the guy in front of her was going to be like." You seem happy, chief?" said Perth cheerfully as he lumbered alongside Hansen. Look ahead up the column, he grinned his wide toothy smile and said "Oh I see, the English girl's ass! What a sight."" We're going to see a lot more if we do this right," Hansen replied. Both men spoke to each other in the weird patois of Foreign Legionaries, a language no outsider could understand. "Starting tonight when we make camp, we're going native on this lot. Pick off the useless one by one, get the girl all to ourselves." His smile faded as he looked back over his shoulder at Rafael. "It's the REAL natives I'm kind of concerned about. The Yanomamö round here are vicious cunts. We have to make sure they don't find out we're trespassing if we want to keep our heads on our shoulders." He barked at Rafael in English, the language he usually used with others. "Hey, jungle monkey! Get up on point. Lead these idiots nice and safe through the nasty jungle. There's a good lad, eh?" He winked mockingly at the scout as he moved past, while Rafael bit down his anger and swiftly moved up to lead the column. Fleet and self-assured, he knew exactly where the many perils of the Amazon hid and was expert in spotting them. With Rafael in the lead, the group began to move much faster. "I don't feel safe" Lara told her boyfriend, holding his arm and leaning her head in to his shoulder. Occasionally looking back to see Hansen smirking and talking to his buddy, Lara couldn't help but feel he was planning something. "I am meant to be more scared of the Amazon rather than the people hired to protect us." Stanley, the man who was there to help translate old languages and read the markings on walls overheard Lara talking and gave his opinion. "Isn't that a good thing? If you are more scared of them than the jungle, think how scared the tribes will be of them?" Raising his bushy eyebrows, he walked on to Judith, leaving Lara to agree.....partially. Looking back again, she gave a weak smile to Hansen, hoping he would soften up and at least start to be kinder towards her. Judith on the other hand was a bit of a battleaxe and disliked the lead being taken from her. "I know where I am going!" She grunted, walking with the stick in her hand and pushing it in to the mud with some force. Trying to keep up with the man, she pushed through bushes and plants until they came to large stone area. This was to be their base camp. It didn't take them long to get there despite being slow. 45 minutes wasn't a bad time, and now they could rest." I know how to start a fire!" Stanley yelled, much to the disapproval of the Arthur, the other gentleman and final friend her grandfather. "No you will not! Don't want this jungle burnt down do we!" Between the opening in the wall was a shower and the opposite side had a toilet. Lara and Judith went to see as her boyfriend stepped in to help build a fire. Theshowerwas lovely looking and seemed comfortable to use. Turning around, they walked opposite and made a little turning to see the toilet. It was fixed in to the stone wall and had proper tissue to use. The damp, hot fug of the jungle lifted a little as the group entered the base. It was a regularly-used campsite and the launching point for initial expeditions. Hansen surveyed the old brick edifices with approval, noting how well-built the moss-ridden old ruins were. These savages could certainly prepare a good defensive position, he thought. His reverie was broken by the loud bickering of the archaeologists, particularly the obnoxious older woman. Looking at the uncoordinated civilian party with distinct disdain, he ordered Perth to go over and set up his small oil cooker to warm up something to eat. "Can't have the fuckers starving to death before the cannibals get them, can we?" he said to the Swede, as they swapped sarcastic grins. Turning to Rafael, he curtly told him to help the team if he could, and check they had water and the right gear before the trip grew more intense. As Lara shot him a weak smile, Hansen's grin grew more lascivious. His piercing blue eyes perpetrated hers are he ravished her with his mind. Speaking as much to himself as the others, Hansen said "I'm going to recce around a bit, look up ahead." He dropped most of his gear apart from his pistol, knife and backpack, then moved off into the maze-like ruins. Clambering around the crumbling brick, he sought a vantage point to spy on Lara better. As her and Judith came back towards the camp, Lara shot a gaze at the shower and told her colleague that she wanted to cool off. The older woman patted her on the back and smiled. "You worry too much Lara dear. I will save some food for you. Don't be long!" Walking off, she joined in the bickering of the fire before the mercenary lit it up himself. "I would have done it!" Stanley shouted, feeling annoyed. Lara giggled to herself as she heard the man from the other side of the ruin. Walking along the soft grass to the shower she looked around and saw no one, giving her a sense of privacy. Taking her boots off, she placed them to the side and filled the holes up with her socks. She didn't want any creepy crawlies finding a new home. Unbuttoning her shorts, she slid them down her long legs and folded them neatly on a rock which had fallen off the ruin some years ago. Now her green top was up, pulled over her head revealing her slim figure which was delicious looking. Her black panties cupped her ass cheeks nice and tightly. Her skin looked as soft as velvet and the thought of her boyfriend being with her would drive any man to jealousy. Slipping her bra off she revealed her perky breasts, milky white with puffy looking nipples and areolas. Stepping in to the shower, the wooden flooring wasn't the best as it had some algae on it which made it slippery. Lifting each foot, she took her panties off and put them on the stone with her other clothing. Turning the shower on with a wheel, the water ran, and she started to wash herself. With practiced stealth Hansen carefully shadowed Lara as she entered the ruins. He deftly crept up along a rocky ledge with the ease of a panther, positioning himself above and a little behind the shower area. Years of stalking the bush had given him an almost preternatural ability to pass undetected, even just a few feet from his quarry. Lying down flat on a long, sloped stone he had an excellent view of Lara as she began to undress. A potent throb began in his crotch as she so carefully removed her outfit. He couldn't help but admire what a perfectly-toned specimen of womanhood she was. As Lara removed her top he watched how her rock-hard breasts quivered only slightly. The smooth mounds of her ass seemed to be thrust right at him as she bent forward to drop her shorts, the high and firm ivory butt cheeks contrastingly sharply with the black panties. Hansen breathed in slow and silent, creeping in closer with agonizing care to get a better position. Grinning with delight he got an excellent of her magnificent tits as she undid her bra, noting with satisfaction their perkiness and puffy nipples. Excellent for biting on, he thought. When she finally dropped his panties he could take it no longer. The sight of Lara's incredible naked body, glistening with crystal beads of water streaming from the shower, had given him a raging erection that was being crushed uncomfortably into rock. Sliding off like a snake, he dropped behind the slab, then drew his combat knife from one of his boots. Carefully he looked around the corner, with Lara washing just a few feet away. Waiting until her back was turned, he crossed the distance with a few determined strides, lunging in for the "kill". Holding the point of the knife to the nape of Lara's neck, he whispered in her ear "Room for one more?" Lifting her head up, she let the water soak in to her face before running over her shoulders. It was then that it split into two rivers, one trickling down the smooth ride of her spine whilst the other chose a more nerving path with obstacles such as her breasts in the way. The liquid ran underneath her round mounds and fell on to her flat tummy before forming a spiral down her thigh to the wooden flooring below. Her brown hair became darker as it was soaked up full of water. Occasionally she had to take her hands and squeeze it hard to let out the majority of water trapped in it. Feeling a sharp prick on the back of her neck, she stopped what she was doing and remained still. Hearing the distinct voice of Hansen behind her, Lara was shaking as the water continued to rain down on her. Once piece she had left on her body was the necklace her grandfather gave her. The knife was just below the black string." No" Lara said firmly, yet her hands were trembling with nerves. Water from the shower hissed as it ran over Lara's body. As Hansen moved in closer he too got wet, but dressed in sweat-soaked jungle gear it hardly mattered. He pressed the knife against her flesh just enough to be painful, but avoid breaking the skin. Fervently he glanced over the edges of the shower, in case anyone from the camp was coming, but it was obvious they were alone in the ruins."' No?' Now that's not very hospitable." He traced the super-sharp point of the blade done Lara's poised spine. "You're an archaeologist right?" He giggled like a demented child. "Well, I got a large bone you need to examine!". Undoing the zip in his bush shorts, Hansen leaned in close to whisper in Lara's ear. He was barely audible above the flowing water and raucous birdsong, but she could definitely hear the violence in his words. "You're going to get on your knees. Now. Then you're going to turn around and suck my cock. Do a good job, I'll let you live and nobody has to know, eh?" Reaching around to roughly cup one of her pouting, water-soaked boobs, Hansen hissed again "Knees! Now!" Lara shook still as she felt the point of the knife fall down her back along the spine. Her breathing grew heavier and her chest moved more violently like she was going to have a panic attack. The adrenaline pumped through her veins, helping her stay on edge and follow his command. The woman hated the pun he used in needing to examine his bone. She would certainly like to break one of his and cause him pain. Moaning in agony as he roughly squeezed her breasts she heard him hiss in her ear to get on her knees. Slowly moving down she sat on her knee caps and turned so she was in front of his groin. Her fingers trembled through the open zipper before pulling his cock out in to the open. Sobbing and crying with the shower water falling over her face Lara opened her mouth and started to suck his meat with the rest of the group on the other side of the wall. Her soft wet tongue acted as a lovely cushion for his cock to rest on. She had certainly done this act before and knew what she was doing. Hansen gave a soft, low moan as Lara took his iron hard cock into her mouth. It was cool and wet, her lips a tight seal around his throbbing rod. With one hand he kept the point of the blade pressed against her temple; with the other he ran his fingers through her wet hair and kept a firm grip on her bobbing head. The sounds of sucking and slurping melded with the soft hiss of the shower. Holding his face into the warm torrent of water, Hansen was grinning broadly." You're a natural at this, girl! And you said you weren't a hooker. Take-ugh-take your time now, and if I feel even the brush of teeth I'll cut your fucking throat." He growled the words down at her. "Look at me, bitch! Look up at me. You've got gorgeous eyes, even prettier when you're crying." Gripping her hair tighter he pushed her head down harder, impaling her almost on the thrusts of his iron-hard cock. Lara gagged, sobbed and choked, desperately fighting for breath beneath the torrent of water and with Hansen's meat half-way down her throat. After months of abstinence the incredible pleasure of face-fucking Lara was more than Hansen could handle. Groaning loudly, he came in her mouth, forcing her to swallow the gushing load he fired off. Then with a long sigh, he pulled out. Wiping the last of the goo on Lara's face, he put his dick away, zipped up his shorts, and stuck his knife in his belt." That was good, girl! You did good." He picked up her bra and panties, stuffing them into his pocket. "I'll keep these, they're trophies of my conquest. You go back to camp now, and don't tell anyone, if you want your friends to live. Come to my tent tonight after dark." With that, he turned abruptly and headed back to the base, whistling with self-satisfaction. She continued to slowly move her mouth up and down his long thick shaft. Listening to his moans, it was easy to confuse whether she was crying or not with the shower falling over her face and his groin. When his fingers ran through her hair she jerked and gagged as he pushed her down some more. Finding it hard to breath, she had to let him use her as a toy whilst he threatened her. Squinting and squirming, Lara looked up at him with her eyes, she gathered he saw it as a dominant thing, an alpha male type situation. Looking into her eyes, he most of seen her as nothing more than a pretty piece of meat. Opening her mouth wider she shuddered and closed her shoulders against her neck when he told her he would cut her throat if she brushed her teeth against his skin. Lara hadn't so far so was scared he mentioned it, maybe looking for any excuse to end her. After he came in her mouth, Lara swallowed his seed before he slid out and wiped his cock across the bridge of her nose and against her cheek. As he walked off she sat down on the floor with the water falling on top of her. She was traumatized by what had just happened. After another 10 minutes of frantically washing herself clean, including the insides of her mouth, Lara re-joined the group and sat by the fire." Hello Pumpkin, nice shower?" Judith said, giving her the food she had kept behind. "Yes, thank you" Lara said quietly, looking down at the grass and eating in silence for the rest of the night. Hansen returned to camp with a huge smile on his scarred face. A post-coital glow hung over him, and he strode back over to his team humming an old Legion song. The two other mercenaries were sitting separate from the others, sheltered within a small ruin. Perth looked over at him with an arched eyebrow, while Hansen furtively pulled Lara's black bra out of his pocket and threw them over to his surprised comrade." Best tits I've ever fuckin' seen," Hansen said as he gurgled with laughter. "Quality cocksucker. I am going to rape that girl raw before we leave this jungle, believe me."" Save some for the rest of us, eh?" said the bemused Swede. He threw the bra back in irritation, then remembered who he was dealing with and handed over a mug of some brown mush. "Here, get that down. Biscuits brown in chocolate drink, just like old times." Feeling in a better mood than usual, Hansen decided to indulge his old comrade. "Don't worry Mon free, we'll spit roast her together before the sun comes up tonight!" He gulped down a dollop of the sweet mush, then stood up to look over the wall at the rest of the group. Rafael sat alone on the other side, trying to ignore the two bastards he'd been stuck with. The civilians seemed to be bickering as usual. "I can't wait till we massacre this lot," said Hansen, his grin widening. "Just us and the beauty queen, how sweet it's going to be." Drinking down the last of the chocolate he waited till Lara returned and joined her friends at the fire. Perth had leaned back to doze, complaining as he always did of how the heat didn't agree with his Nordic constitution. Grabbing a flask of cognac from his gear, Hansen headed over to the archaeologist's fire and sat down beside Lara, with her boyfriend on the other side of her. Taking a slug of the strong French spirit, he reached passed Lara and offered the flask to her boyfriend with a vacant smile. "Have a shot, AMI! Help you get through the night, eh?" he said as he winked at Lara. Lara had been quiet all night. No one had noticed either as they all bickered about stupid things. Her boyfriend however did come over and put an arm around her shoulder, making her lean her head in to his chest. "Everything alright?" The movement of her head against his chest told him yes, although it wasn't rocket science to work out she meant no. When Hansen joined them, Lara was about to leave until he sat next to her and offered her boyfriend a drink. There were two options here, either she could stay, knowing he couldn't do much in front of the others but face his constant company, or she could leave, but no doubt be left alone with him again. "Shall we get an early night?" Lara said to her boyfriend, stroking his hair line with her index finger. A wide grin came across his lips thinking of dirty thoughts. "Yeah" giving Hansen his flask back, he took Lara by the waist and walked with her to their tent after saying goodbye to everyone. He wouldn't do anything when she had her boyfriend with her....so she thought...and hoped. Their tent was in a large area on the opposite side of their camp. There were numerous others to, but Lara's was at the back. It was as double with two sleeping bags in it. Night fell fast and hard in the Amazon, and an overwhelming gloom seemed to consume all but the small wispy glow of the campfires. It crowded around the campsite and made the vine-covered ruins seem even more sinister and looming. Through the inky black a chorus of noise continued to ring out, as the teeming life of the jungle went on. Eerie shrieks and distant moans provided an unsettling soundtrack. Hansen peered out into the dark as the rest of the camp retired, pulling on his flask with steady intensity. Rafael curled into a ball and instantly fell asleep, scorning the pup tent he was supposed to share with Perth. The burly Swede was grateful anyway for the space, and his nasal snores soon joined the cacophonies of the night's noise. When everyone had finally gone to their tents, and the last of the fires had died out, Hansen made his move. He headed over to his own tent to give the impression he too was sleeping. Instead, he took up a jar from among his gear, containing a local giantcentipedehe had caught the day before. Nearly a foot long, it curled inside the glass container as he tapped the lid. Nervous and aggressive, the little creature also packed a nasty bite. Hansen had long been accustomed to handling dangerous creatures and had a particular fondness for the horrors that crawled and slithered in the Amazon Basin. Silently, he crept around the tents, with the jar in one hand and his knife in the other. Dropping to his stomach he crawled the last few feet over to the tent where Lara and her boyfriend were. Lying still, he listened intently to whatever he could hear within. "I don't want to!" Lara could be heard saying, something Hansen would have picked up outside." You have been nothing but miserable tonight." Her boyfriend said back, all he wanted was to have a love making session with her." I am not in the mood, go to sleep." Lara turned on her side, her back towards the end Hansen was at whilst her boyfriend was at the opposite side. With their faces looking at one another, he leaned in and kissed her forehead gently. "I didn't mean to push" he said, closing his eyes and trying to get to sleep. Lara was still wearing the shorts and tank top she had on as well as her granddad's necklace. The boots and socks were near the entrance but inside. Hansen grinned to himself in the dark as he listened to Lara and her boyfriend bickering. The mouth-rape was all the more satisfying if it had traumatised her enough to drive a wedge between the happy couple. Isolating Lara one way or another was definitely key in bringing her down. He had long been a master in shops and terror tactics, and tormenting the civilians was almost like a childish prank to him. In the end he intended to walk out of the jungle with only Perth and a captive Lara in his company. He waited until the voices had been silent for nearly an hour. Even the teeming noises of the jungle seemed to grow subdued as he lay there in the dark. Then, carefully and quietly, he cut an inch-wide slit in Lara's tent. Cautiously unscrewing the lid, he held the jar up to the cut and slid in the centipede into the tent. It slithered inside, immediately seeking somewhere to hide from the surrounding threats. Checking to see the camp remained still, Hansen then ran silently back over to his campfire. He threw the jar far away into the jungle, then curled up on his sleeping mat to await the inevitable. If it bit Lara, she would be even more vulnerable and the team would lose a top asset for at least a few days. If it bit her boyfriend, then the pain and humiliation it caused would be fitting revenge for him fucking Lara, and make it easier to kill him later. Closing his eyes with a broad grin fixed on his scarred face, Hansen waited for the screaming to start. Lara was fast falling asleep as was her boyfriend. Turning over she yawned and stretched her leg which touched something hard. Frowning with her eyebrows she kicked it again, this time with a nasty sting coming back her way. "Ow!" The woman moaned, picking up her phone and shining the light at it. She saw the hard shells of the centipede, and it's two antennas sticking up looking at her. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Picking up her pillow she threw it at the creature and stood up, nearly ripping a hole in the roof of the tent. Unzipping the opening she ran out in her top and shorts waking everyone up. Suddenly, the girl felt dizzy and light-headed. Lifting her foot up she saw two marks on the side of her foot which looked angry and fierce. Lara then fell over on to the grass unconscious. She had been poisoned by its venom. Hansen lay in the velvet blue dark of the night, listening to the jungle hum like a dense organic machine. He needed very little sleep, and only the occasional catnap was required to keep him alert and focused. From the nasal snores and sighs that echoed around the embers, he could tell that everyone other than himself and Perth were slumbering. Reflecting on Lara's face as she sucked on his cock, his grin widened, and he recalled how good her mouth felt. He couldn't wait until he got to crush her pussy. Precisely eight minutes after he slid the centipede in, according to Hansen's reckoning, the anticipated shriek rang out. Jumping to his feet, he hissed "Quick Swede, follow me, and keep that asshole boyfriend in check while I do my thing." As the cries and alarms rang out the pair sped over to Lara's tent, where the camp was gathering around her writhing form." Stand back!" yelled Hansen authoritatively, brandishing his mudpack. Perth grabbed her boyfriend by his collar and hauled him aside. When no-one was looking, the giant Swede whacked him hard on the back of his head and knocked him out. The others were far too terrified to move. "I have to check it's not in her clothing", he declared. Rolling Lara onto her back, he has torn her shirt off to expose her juicy, generous breasts as they bounced free. "Maybe the pants", he murmured, tearing them off next to leave Lara completely naked and revealing her clean-shaven pussy. "She's clear... Aha, it's the foot!" Finally pretending to see the bite, he grabbed a Lynette and stabbed in it next to the wound. It would neutralize the poison, and after a good night's sleep Lara would be in perfect health. Slowly Lara came around as the adrenalin in the shot revived her. The first thing she saw was Hansen's leer. "Looks like I saved the day, princess! You boyfriend wimped out and fainted. Back to bed everyone, crisis over!" Everyone gathered around the poor girl until Hansen almost bullied his way through. Judith took a step back with Stanley whilst Arthur held a hand over his mouth. Seeing the man rip all of her clothing off like she was a piece of meat made Judith feel very angry, and she was going to step in before he said he found the bite. Her naked form laying on the grass caused Stanley to turn his back whilst Arthur gazed in astonishment at his young friend's body. He even held a part of his groin until he saw Judith give him an evil stare. Quickly and sharply, he turned his back on her to as Hansen managed to save her. Lara sat up and realized she was naked. Holding her arms over her chest she crossed her legs as the mercenary's face was in hers. Judith ignored his command of sending everyone to bed. Taking Lara's arm she wanted her away from the man. "I haven't been sent to bed longer than you have been alive!" She told him, picking up Lara so she was now standing side by side. "Come on dear" the older woman said, turning her back on the man as she leads Lara to her tent. "You can sleep in with me""Where is....?" Looking around, Lara could see her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. "Don't worry dear, I'm sure he just ran away, he will be back." Hansen smiled evil to himself as Judith scolded him. Sour old bitch, he thought wryly; she'll get hers soon enough. He felt satisfied anyway that he'd humiliated Lara enough. Looking around the others, their faces glowing in the firelight, he knew the sight of the naked girl had caused the requisite sensation. In particular, he was amused at Arthur's reaction, and felt it could be exploitable at some point in the future. The scarred mercenary leered at this slight archaeologist, who cowed and disappeared quickly into the night. The rest also dispersed, leaving Hansen alone by Lara's empty tent as Perth returned." What to do about lover boy?" He inquired flatly." Leave him for now," said Hansen. "He'll wake up in an hour or so, assuming we aren't lucky and something doesn't get him." The two men returned to their corner of the camp, chuckling and muttering softly to each other. They ignored the coiled Rafael, who apparently had slept soundly through the whole chaos. Hansen and Perth lay down to stare at the stars and discuss Lara's significant physical merits. "She'll be hobbled for a good while now," Hansen rasped. "We'll do it tomorrow, from the rear, just as planned." Both men sucked languidly on their battered cigarettes, thinking wistfully of what they were going to do to Lara. Lara slept through that night, although she never understood how. She was shaking immensely, but Judith had managed to calm her down. "It is ok if you want to stop this dear. Nobody is forcing you to carry on" but to Lara, she had to continue, she wasn't going to quit on her first night in the jungle. "No, we carry on" she said, now wearing a different outfit after Judith brought her luggage. The morning after, everyone was ready to move on further in to the jungle. The plan today was to visit the old temple before returning to base camp late in the evening. Lara was stood with her backpack on waiting for the go ahead. She then noticed that her boyfriend wasn't with the group. "Where is.....""Let's get moving!" Arthur shouted to everyone, interrupting Lara as she was speaking to Judith. The two women looked around and got scared as Hansen and his men were walking up to him. Arthur and Stanley had walked in to the bush, creating privacy for the two women and the three mercenaries. "Where is he!" Lara yelled at him. Judith held her back, holding her by her waist which would have brought attention to her tight black leggings and her curvy waistline. When dawn came the jungle was briefly cool and quiet, a little respite from the constant intensity of the day. The three mercenaries quickly devoured a hasty breakfast, then prepared themselves and their gear for what promised to be a long grueling march. Rafael went off without a word, heading after Arthur and Stanley to take up a position in the lead. Hansen looked over at Perth, a simple glance imparting his concerns about the Indian guide. The carefree Swede just shrugged a shoulder and said "C'mon, time to move." They walked into the civilian side of the camp, Hansen's death's head grin radiating as he approached the two women. "Seems like you recovered well-" he started, before she cut him off with her angry query about her boyfriend. For a moment Hansen wondered if perhaps the unlucky fool had been killed overnight, but then Perth appeared with a boyish smile pointing over at Lara's tent. Her boyfriend was there, emerging groggy and confused from the torn remains of the battered tent." Now there's a heavy sleeper!" said Hansen as the two mercy laughed. "Something has its way with your girlfriend, and you didn't even know!" He winked lecherously at Lara. "Well then, get a coffee and wake up! We're heading off. Don't get too far behind, lots of nasty things around here!" Chuckling to themselves like lewd schoolboys, Hansen and Perth then headed off down the trail. Lara gave Hansen the most disgusting look when he turned his back on her to meet up with the others. She then headed over to her boyfriend who was waking up. "You had me worried, where did you go? It doesn't matter, you are here now." Kissing his forehead and hugging him tightly with her arms around his neck the girl helped get him ready before Stanley arrived back from with in the bushes." Come on, Come on your as slow as slugs!" He laughed with his fantastic British accent. His chest was popping out proudly and his back was straight, a stance he picked up and always carried from his time in the military, although it was really just the scouts, he liked to exaggerate or lie about things sometimes. Arthur now found himself between the three mercenaries. "I'm just going to head back chaps!" He said, holding on to his hat before being barged in to by the bulging biceps of both Hansen and Perth. Hansen and Perth shared a glance of bemused contempt at the antics of the civilian party. It seemed like things would take much longer than planned, although considering their handsome wages this was no great issue. Rafael was already way ahead, pathfinding for the group and checking for any possible threats. The fact they were completely dependent on the stone-faced Indian unsettled Hansen more than he cared to admit, giving him an uncharacteristic sense of unease. The heat of the day was rising fast as the cool dawn disappeared. Even the least effort left a person soaked in sweat. The two mercy were adjusted to these conditions, but they still found it unpleasant enough. Fortunately a thick jungle canopy kept the blazing sun from breaking through, other than a few pillars of light that reached down to the leafy floor. Innumerable bugs had begun to stir, to the discomfort of the travelers. Although the day had just begun the Amazon was already beginning to press cruelly upon them. Checking over his shoulder, Hansen saw Lara, her boyfriend, and the hag bringing up the rear. He noticed Lara was doing fine and walking alright. She was definitely in excellent shape, he reflected. When she noticed he was looking at her Lara returned the gaze with a vicious and accusing stare. Hansen just grinned and nodded. Then Arthur crashed into him like a bird falling from a tree. "Whey's the problem, egghead?" Hansen growled. "You're going to wank off to your naked friend again, eh? I heard you last night." Glancing back over at Lara, he whispered to Arthur "Got a great fucking body, doesn't she?" "I don't know what you are talking about!" Arthur insisted, his tone of voice seeming like he had been offended. When Hansen spoke on about her body, Arthur seemed to be lost for words as Lara was starting to catch up to the group. "Yes she does doesn't she" he replied, seeming in a trance as her hips swayed from side to side. Gulping, he broke his stare from Lara and looked to the two men. "It's the heat, makes you say things you know!" Walking past them, he went to his friends. Lara was holding her boyfriend close with her arms around his waist whilst Judith and Stanley spoke to Arthur, wondering what he was talking to Hansen about. The trek through the jungle was harsh, the rain was coming and going, almost like someone was turning on a tap. Their clothing wasn't badly drenched as the trees above acted like a shelter. A snake slithered around a rock hissing at Lara who just stared at it's beauty before walking on. Up top, the Indian had broken through a bush with his machete and came to a clearing. It was like a field with grass up to the knees. The sun beamed down with all its strength and the group felt hotter and sweatier. Nearly everyone went for their water before turning the cap back on. The noises of the jungle rang out around the party as they trudged on. Shrieking parrots, cackling monkeys and chattering crickets all combined to form a raucous accompaniment to their travels. Even the intermittent rain did not seem to stop the sounds. Hansen was more comfortable in the dry, open climate of a desert and found himself grimly enduring the humid fug. Perth was even less acclimatized, but bore his beetroot sunburn and effusive sweating more cheerfully. The pair kept to themselves, trailing behind Rafael who was out-of-sight up ahead." I'm sure that Indian bastard is leading us into an ambush," Hansen hissed in an aside to Perth. "Every fucking instinct I have says something stinks about him."" Ach, you just don't trust his kind. You used to bitch all the time when we had that black tracker in Angola, and everything turned out fine. Shut up about it already." Looking back over his shoulder, the burly Swede bluntly changed the subject. "I think we should make some use of that idiot Arthur. He could help split up the civvies later, help get Lara alone, or something." They entered into the grassy clearly, Rafael standing in the middle staring at the blue-gray sky as patchy rain clouds ran across. He ignored the others as they entered. Hansen and Perth took their bearings, had a drink, and called for a ten-minute break. The grassy plains did seem a good time to stop and catch a breath. But standing in the heat wasn't such a good idea especially with no shade. Lara walked up ahead to Rafael, he seemed like the only decent mercenary. "I don't think we should stop here, at least go over to the other side to the trees for some shade?" He did seem to agree with her and looked back at Hansen. Lara saw this and put a hand on his shoulder. "You are our leader, you're leading the way. I will follow you, so will the others." Nodding her head, everyone moved on, walking past Hansen and Perth defying their orders. The grass was very tall, rubbing against everyone's knees. Sweat continued to pour out of every inch of their skin and reaching the trees on the other side seemed miles away. Suddenly, the floor gave way and Lara, Judith, Arthur and Stanley fell in to a large pit as did Rafael. It must have been dug at least 20 foot deep and there was no way of jumping or climbing out. Everyone seemed fined, no one screamed, but they would have done if they had seen what was coming. From everyone position, tribes people were running with their spheres towards Hansen and Perth as well as the pit. Ordinarily Hansen's honed instincts would have alerted him to the pitfall. But his knack for smelling an ambush had been comprised by his obsession for Lara, his paranoia of Rafael, and the oppressive climate. It was a total shock to him when he saw the party disappear in front of him, seemingly swallowed whole by the overgrown green ground. The two mercy froze, their combat senses beginning to kick in as they suddenly realised what was going on. Shadows from the timeline suddenly burst forth as painted, yelling Yanomamö ran into the clearing. At least thirty heavily armed, athletic warriors swarmed out in the sunlight in a well-prepared assault. With practiced precision the two mercy dropped to one knee and took aim with their weapons. Both of them managed to shoot down a few but the speed of the assault and the number of attackers was too much. Hansen turned to Perth, his heart pounding in angry excitement. He was just about to say they needed to retreat to the treeline, when a long thin arrow pierced right into the Swede's throat. Falling backwards, blood streaming from his neck, Perth was mortally wounded." Fuck!" screamed Hansen. This was bad, and he knew regrouping for a counterattack was better than sticking around to get killed. "Looking down at the thrashing, gurgling body of his friend, he said coldly "Sorry Mon AMI, you always knew it was going to end something like this. Give my regards to the rest of our friends in Hell, eh?" Leaving the dying Perth with a quick pat on his shoulder, Hansen bolted into the bush. Once in the trees he suddenly turned hard, circling around the clearing, his FAMAS held high and ready. The Indians chasing him disappeared off into the jungle, while he worked his way around behind them. Finding a thick clump of vegetation he could hide in, he settled in to watch developments by the pit. Once Rafael has recovered from the momentary daze of the fall, he cursed softly to himself. He hadn't planned to join the white idiots in the hole, and his friends and cousins would tease him about it for weeks. Hearing calls from above, he yelled back in the same tribal dialect, telling the warriors where they all were. The fearsome looking Yanomamö tribesmen gathered around the edge of the pit, suddenly laughing and taunting the grim-looking Rafael for being down there. Weeks before Rafael had infiltrated the group on behalf of this tribe - HIS tribe - in order to lead them into just this ambush. Despite the embarrassment it was a real coup for him. Two of the warriors lowered down a rope, and he quickly clambered out, then they pulled it up before the others could grab it. Looking down from the top now, Rafael smiled. "Looks like you not as smart as you think eh, grave robbers?" From his hiding place, Hansen watched on, biting his lip in frustration and anger. "You little fucker," he thought. "I knew it!" Perth wasn't the only person to suffer an injury. As they fell, Stanley broke his leg and the crunch of the bone was enough to make Lara's boyfriend vomit in the corner. It was times like this she regretted having him, she wanted a man for a partner, and he just wasn't that. Putting her relationship aside she turned to Rafael, asking him to help the group. Once he started to speak in the language of the tribe she soon calmed down along with the group, thinking all was ok. Judith was in the left corner holding Stanley to her chest. He was laying down with bone sticking out of his leg. It was astonishing that he wasn't moaning in pain, but it must have been the shock. When the pit was surrounded, the men all had bows and arrows pointing down towards the group. Seeing a rope Lara thought they were being saved, but instead it got lifted along with Rafael. "Hansen was right about you!" She screamed, although agreeing with the mere only made her hate him more for what he did to her in the shower. The cowering boyfriend of Lara's was crying like a wimp. It most of annoyed the leader as he lifted a hand and pointed it to him. A single arrow went into the skull and killed him instantly. Lara screamed and cried as she was going to go to his side but hearing the strings of the bows stretch she stood still. This wasn't how the trip was meant to go. Looking on from his concealed position, Hansen steamed in rage and frustration. His elegant, perverted plans had fallen apart worse than he could have feared. With Perth dead he had no-one to trust, and there was nowhere to run. The list of his available options had been violently cut short. But this sort of crisis condition was a natural state to Hansen, and once he swallowed his anger his soldier's mind raced to find a solution. Ironically, he knew that in order to survive, he was going to have to rescue the very people he had intended to murder. Charging in with all guns blazing was clearly unrealistic. He had two grenades, and they would be extremely effective in dispersing the Indians. But there were plenty more of the bastards around, and they would swarm the area in minutes. Hansen knew he was going to have to trail them to their village. This was made all more the harder by the fact he was up against a tribe of Amazon Indians on their own hone turf. Curled up tight in his rathole, Hansen breathed slow and deep, watching events unfold in the clearing. He could hear whimpers of pain, and looked on as one of the Yanomamö fired an arrow into the pit with a resultant scream. Recognizing Lara's cries, he smiled tightly to himself. Looks like Lover boy is done for, he thought - at least everything isn't bad. Around the pit, two of the Yanomamö lowered the rope back down again, and allowed the remaining members of the party to climb out. As soon as each reach the top, they were seized firmly and had their wrists bound tight with animal sinew. The remaining warriors returned to the clearing, admitting they had lost the one they were chasing, but brandishing the rifle and gear taken from Perth. Rafael turned to the chief, a short but powerful and muscular man slathered in warpaint. "Have no concern, that one won't last the night out here, he's an arrogant fool and the jungle take him before sunrise," he said in their shared dialect. Looking over their prisoners, he continued "The two men and the dead one will make for good eating. The older woman will be of no use for pleasure, but will make a good slave. The younger woman-" they both looked at Lara and smiled "-will provide a lot of entertainment for us tonight!" Unknown to all, Judith could speak this particular tongue, and understood all that. With yells and whoops, the Indians and their prisoners moved off the path into the interior of the jungle, heading back to their village. One the whole force had moved on, an extremely cautious Hansen followed along in their wake. As each had been captured with their wrists tied together, a man which held the rifle went behind each person and hit them over the head. Arthur was first, his head dropping and was his body about to fall before he was picked up by a giant of a man. Stanley, with the broken leg was next, and the man lifted him up to. He carried both on each shoulder before heading off near the front. He had a large black ponytail running down his back and his body was certainly obese given his size. Judith was then hit, and it took two men to carry her as she was a little porky. Both were skinny and looked like they were in their late teens. As for Lara, her beauty seemed a curse as she was made to walk next to the chief. Rafael was interpreting what was being said, and it turned out the leader thought Lara was sent by the gods to entertain them all. As they reached thevillageall of the prisoners were taken in to a hut and tied to the wall. They were left alone as everyone started to dance and cheer. Not to far away was a river and a tribal woman was holding a jug getting some water. She had a skirt on made of tree leaves and a necklace made out of some form of animal teeth. She was slim and petite, her breasts showing with her dark areolas and nipples. Once she had collected some water in her jug, she turned around to see a white man following the rest of the tribe in. She dropped the vase like jug, and it smashed on the floor. The trip back to the village wasn't long, much to Hansen's relief. High overhead the afternoon sun was still beating down on the thick canopy. Along the way the Indians were triumphant, singing and boasting in delight as was traditional after a successful hunt. They discussed the various grisly activities they have planned for the night. It had been nearly ten years since they last enjoyed the luxuries of white man's flesh and white woman's pussy, when an attractive but unfortunate Mormon couple had their mission ended by the tribe's torturers. Hansen trailed behind, every nerve straining with tension as he stalked the Indians. When they finally arrived he heard the nearby river, and dropped his caution for a few moments to refill his canteen. That carelessness cost him as he looked up and suddenly realised the Yanomamö girl had spotted him. They both moved at the same time, Hansen splashing with giant strides across the knee-deep ford while the girl bolted off, the smashed jug left behind her. She had definite power and fear driving her pace, but Hansen was larger and stronger, and he brought her down with a skilled rugby tackle between the edge of the village and the river. In a moment of almost feral fury, he climbed on her back and proceeded to bash her head repeatedly on the rocky ground. When she stopped twitching, and a bloody patch lay beneath her face, then Hansen's clarity returned. He froze for a moment, certain of having been caught. But the sounds of celebration were deafening and no-one seemed to have noticed. The absence of the girl definitely would be noticed later on, however, and they would now know he was in the area. He dragged the girl's body to the edge of the river, rolling her into it with a soft splash. The flow took her away in moments. Then, with the frantic purpose of a hunted animal, he sought a safe hiding place that would still allow him a view of the village. After nearly ten minutes, with fear prickling his skin worse than the all-soaking sweat, he found an abandoned and nearly collapsed hut on the edge of the village. Several trees had grown through it and their canopy in combination with the old building made a natural hunter's blind, from where the center of the village was laid out like a stage. It seemed like they were inside the hut for hours as preparations were made for their arrival. "It will all be ok" Lara said with tears down her cheeks after the loss of her boyfriend. She could still picture the arrow shooting through his neck, he didn't deserve it she thought and Lara couldn't stop blaming herself. With her hands tied above her head with some roots and vines she looked across the hut and saw Stanley's leg bleeding out. It was defiantly going to be infected as the bone was sticking out and his whimpering cries made it hard to anyone to say anything comforting. Judith tried her best as she was sat nearest to him. She wished she could have least him a hand to hug him but she to was tied. "Bloody Hansen, running off like that and leaving us!" Arthur moaned, his personality seeming to take a different turn. "You wait until I see him!"" Shut up you old fool" Judith turned to him feeling annoyed. Lara just sat there and didn't even say anything, she let her head scoop down to her chest as she cried on to her stomach. Her top was become stained with tear drops, and she felt as though if she didn't bang on about travelling here they would all be safe. The village's center was roughly oval, ringed all around by their circular huts except for the river landing at one end. Seated in a large clump at the other end was the entirely of the villagers, some fifty in all. Other than the warriors there were their wives and children, as well as a few grizzled elders. All were eagerly expectant of what was coming next. After a short speech, the squat and wrinkled chieftain gave the nod to his senior warriors, and they entered the hut to get the captives. They were either carried or dragged out into the blazing sunlight and thrown to their knees in front of the villagers. Two warriors took the screaming, writhing Stanley and bent him over a grassy stump. One held his wrists tight and pulled back, the other seized a fistful of his hair and pulled in the other direction. A third warrior then appeared with a rusty old machete, looted years before from a raided lumber camp. To cheers and applause from his family, he proceeded to chop off Stanley's head while the archaeologist struggled and shrieked. After nearly a dozen blows his agony was finally over as his head was hacked free and held high, to the delight of the onlookers. Arthur was next. Pale white and puking, he was a blubbering mess as the blood-splattered warriors grabbed his arms. He couldn't stand and had to be dragged, babbling frantic pleas that made no sense and couldn't be understood by the Indians at all anyway. Thrown over the stump, he gazed in almost disbelieving horror at the mutilated body and head of his friend, now being quickly and expertly skinned by some young boys. Lost completely to shock, he was barely aware as the machete fell and, after a few ear-splitting cries, passed out. The warrior then finished the job by sawing the head off, throwing the remains over to the boys. Attention now turned to Judith and Lara. A mob of women descended upon them, tearing off their clothes and leaving them completely naked before the tribe, before running off exultant at the fancy textiles they now held. Judith was pinned down spreadeagled on the ground as an Indian approached with a long, thin spear. From her studies she knew what was going to happen, and it increased her nightmare a hundredfold. But her desperate screams and pleas were pointless, and the spear was slid slowly and firmly into her vagina while the tribe clapped and chanted. She thrashed about in a blind, maddened agony, blood coursing from her mouth. With a loud grunt the warriors then pulled her up, sliding the other end of the spear into a hole in the ground and fixing it in. She was impaled, dying in a few agonized minutes as she drowned in her own blood, the end of the spear emerging through her mouth. Lara was all that was left, standing naked before the tribe. She, too, was pinned spreadeagled to the ground, but in her case she was tied down, her wrists and ankles lashed to small pegs into the dirt. The chieftain stood over her, speaking in the native dialect, as a group of warriors began to form around her. As there shadows fell over her, Rafael suddenly appeared, dressed now entirely in native costume." The Old Man says you should envy your friends," Rafael jeered at Lara. "He says they died quick, but you going to die slow, real slow. The whole tribe here going to fuck you, yeah? You are a slave now, you stuck-up bitch. You our slave. Furthermore, you lie there good now, because we's all going to fuck you, one at a time." As she laid there in the grass, looking up at the blue sky, she would be forgiven for thinking she would be laying in paradise in a hot location. But no, her wrists were tied with vines and pinned in to the earth below as was her ankles. Every inch of her body felt the warm glow from the sun and a slight breeze made her long brown hair blow in the wind as her head lifted to look at her friends. The sight was enough to make someone pass out, and she hoped he would. Lara found it hard to breath, it was like she to was stabbed in the heart and a growing feeling of depression fell over her soul. Looking around, her vision was blurry as her eyes were filled with tears. She saw these orange fleshed men and women all gathered around her like she was a prized asset. Gripping on to the vines, she tried bringing herself up, pulling on the restraints, but they were embedded deeply in to the ground. Looking up, she saw Rafael who was speaking to her. She sucked up all the saliva she could and spat it on to his face. It was a pretty good aim, and it splattered against his cheek and nose. "Come on then!" Lara shouted. "Come on!" She roared, crying as she urged them on. She wasn't thinking straight but wanted this to be over. The quicker, the better." Hansen!" Was a surprising call from the beauty. "I'll do anything you want....ANYTHING! Just save me....please" her last word sounding teary. Of course, she didn't know if he was there or not, she just hoped he was. The tribes folk began thumping the ground and chanting. Rafael, hissing in anger, wiped the spit off his face and declared he was going to be first. Pushing ahead of the crowding warriors, he quickly stripped naked and knelt down between Lara's spread legs. Her angry pleas and desperate tears excited him profoundly. With his rigid cock red and angry, he squeezed her tits hard and thrust in deep at the same time. Keeping a firm grip on her abused boobs he proceeded to pound her deep and painfully, stretching and tearing Lara in her most intimate places. He knew exactly how to make it hurt. The whole while he rained foul obscenities down on her in English, Portuguese and Yanomamö, spitting back in her face with a jeer. From his hidden vantage point Hansen watched on with mixed excitement and fear. It amused him greatly to see Lara being so humiliated and violated, and part of him would have let her stay there to be raped to death. But he wanted her for himself, and seeing a group of savages fucking a white woman offended him deeply - even if he did despise her. He wanted until Rafael had finished, head thrown back in pleasure as he came in Lara - then Hansen fired. "Fucking monkey traitor," he hissed, watching Rafael's head explode in a puff of pink mist. His body slumped down on top of Lara. Carefully, Hansen then began picking off other Indians at random as they ran about in panic. At least ten fell dead before they had all fled the village into the jungle. Hansen waited a good five minutes, until the sound of the Indians were gone, and the only noise was Lara's tearful shrieks and pleas. With extreme caution he entered the village, sweeping around quickly to make sure it was empty. Once he was sure they were alone, he jogged over to Lara. Kicking Rafael's corpse off her with a bitter laugh, he sneered "So then, what are you going to do for me?" Turning her head to the side, she felt the man's body fall on top of hers. His cock had entered her private area and began humping it without so much a care in the world. Lara's screams were wild and agonizing as Rafael's nails dug deep in to her breasts, leaving deep wounds which were nearly bleeding. Inside of her, the woman could feel her walls being unnaturally stretched, pushed and forced open to accommodate his meat. Clenching on to the vines with her fingers, she tried moving him off, but it was no use. After a few minutes of the unbearable fucking, he would have come deep inside of her before his head popped and blood splattered all over Lara's face. "After!" She screamed, before she saw other bodies dropping to the floor. Everyone seemed to run in different directions, choosing a path which seemed safe to them. When it became empty, she saw Hansen stand over her. She was infuriated that he wasn't already untying her, instead of wanting something from her. "ANYTHING!!! Get me out of here!!!" Hansen laughed even as the nervous tension pounded in his head. He knew the Indians would regroup and return within minutes, and they would be really pissed off. There was only a little time to get himself and Lara far enough away to make a decent escape feasible. As much as he would have liked to pounce on her right there, they had to get moving. He knew he had to make as much of this little moment as possible. Shoving Rafael's body off with a kick, he leered at the sight of her blood-splattered and sweat soaked body. Gigging like a demented schoolboy, he made her promise him the foulest things. As her anger and desperation rose, she was forced to offer herself up for the worst degradations once he had freed her. She frantically agreed to be his sex slave, humiliating herself utterly before him. Grinning broadly, he undid his fly and pulled out his cock, before unleashing a stream of urine down across Lara's face and body. As she shrieked and spluttered, he jeered "Gotta clean you up first!" Once he finished, he started at the distant sound of the Indians returning. "Fuck!" He hissed. Doing up his pants he swiftly cat Lara's wrists free, before rebinding them in front of her. Taking a nearby length of the fibrous rope he looped it like a noose around her neck. Then he released her ankles, before pulling her painfully to her feet with the noose. Tying the free end to his belt, he barked "You better keep up with me, bitch!" before sprinting into the jungle. "You sick bastard!" Lara screamed, feeling angry and humiliated as he was pissing on her naked body. The liquid splattered against her skin, soaking her breasts and wiping the blood off. On her face, it ran up her nose, spilling on to her eyes and soaking her hair in it. The smell was foul and strong, just like the source. Hearing him swear and putting his cock away, Lara could breathe now and gasp with yellow urine all over her body. When he untied her wrists, she quickly found they were tied together in front of her with the remaining rope tied around her neck and to his belt. Running with him, her feet stepped on awkwardly shaped stones which cut in to her feet. On a normal day she would attend to the cuts on the base of her feet but given the circumstances she ran through the pain barrier. His constant movements made the rope pull on her neck, squeezing around it like a python would its prey. She was tired and exhausted already, Lara started to slow down but found herself pulled to the ground by the rope. Her neck was being tightly held and burned before the rest of her body dragged along the dirt. Hansen turned around as he held Lara fell, hissing sharply in annoyance. With a series of angry grunts he hefted her over her shoulder, keeping one hand firmly on her ass to hold her in place. In the other was his rifle which he rested in the crook of his elbow. "Not as tough as you thought you were, eh bitch?" he rasped as he moved on, balancing Lara's weight across his firm shoulders. "I suppose you thought this little trip was going to be just dusting broken pots and screwing your boyfriend eh?" He blinked as sweat coursed across his brow and began to drip in his eyes, while they darted about urgently like a wild animal. Seeing the shallow stream reappear, he swiftly ran into and along it. He knew if he trailed back upstream he would eventually be near the camp. From there, they could grab some basic supplies and make an attempt to call for rescue. A trip of some three days back to the main town was the worst case scenario, and having an angry village on their tail made it much harder for them. Hansen knew that, like agitated bees, the Yanomamö would have to rest and regroup, giving him a chance for a head start of sorts. Drawing upon all the powerful reserves of his endurance, he powered along the steam for nearly thirty minutes, the exhausted Lara slung limp like a wet rag. Eventually they came upon a type of alcove, where a small pool had drained within an enclosure of jungle bush. It was like a natural campsite, as well as being secluded from all sides. Hansen dropped Lara face down in the dirt. He began to undo his belt, his hands shivering from fatigue and adrenalin." While we have to a little while to rest, it's time to pay your dues, bitch. You want some water, then you're going to have to offer up that sweet ass off yours." He paused for a moment, listening for any unusual sounds. Secure now they were alone, he knelt down behind the prone Lara and parted her legs as wide as possible. Licking his thumb thoroughly he then inserted it into her ass, twisting and stretching her tiny asshole to allow for his huge cock. With his other hand he held her face down in the dirt to muffle her cries. When he was satisfied she was wide enough, Hansen began to slowly but forcefully penetrate every part of her previously-ravaged ass inch-by-inch. She was grateful for him rescuing her, how could she not be. If he hadn't, she would probably have been taken by more men now after Rafael had finished. Just thinking of that weasel on top of her made her gag and nearly vomit. While resting on his shoulder, her body bounced and flopped, her arms tired as well as her legs. Lara wasn't sure she was able to move any of her limbs by choice, she was exhausted and very dehydrated given the hot climate. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, just a clear light blue open space above them with flies surrounding them nearly every minute. When they found a secure place, Lara felt herself fall to the ground with her face first. It got submerged in the sandy earth, as did her hands tied in front of her stomach. It created a space underneath her, allowing her to rest with her legs straight but her ass up. Furthermore, it of course hurt her, her hands were taking nearly the full weight of her body. Lara's lips were steadily drying, she wanted some water and the sand brushing her face made it even more torturing. Moaning as he opened her legs, she felt his finger slide in to her ass and work at it. Wiggling her buttocks, the woman moaned before feeling his hand press down on her head, meaning she could just about breath as she turned her head to the side. By the time he had placed his cock to her tight hole, it started to stretch wide open when he forced it in inch-by-inch. Moaning aloud, Lara felt him work at her ass whilst the rope was still tied to her hands and neck. But it was better than being with the natives she thought. She had to keep telling herself that. Hansen had enjoyed no shortage of warped sexual experiences, but he decided ass raping Lara was among the best. She was incredibly tight, the toned firmness of her buttocks amplifying his pleasure immensely. The more she squeezed and wriggled, the more enjoyable it was for him. He could feel her strong stomach muscles clenching in an attempt to force him out but the force and firmness of his cock was simply too much. A loud groan forced its way through his cracked lips, and he moaned "Oh God, I'm gonna c-"Just before he finished the last word a sharp sting hit him in the back of his neck. He thought it was a mosquito until the sudden analyzation overtook his body, the grotesque feeling like his blood had run cold washing through him. To his horror he realised it was a Yanomamö dart. Rolling off Lara, he looked up to see an ocher-splattered tribesman standing in the natural jungle gap a dozen feet away. He had fired and dropped his blowpipe, and was now reaching for the club at his belt and yelling for his comrades. Hansen was lying on his back, now completely unable to move, as the Indian stared at them. Lara's wrist bonds had been worked loose during the ass rape, and her hands were now free. With the last remaining strength in his muscles, Hansen turned slightly to her and croaked "K-kill...him!... H-help me!...help me!...q-quit-k-k..." The last syllable was strangled as his throat muscles seized. In the distance, the sound of more Indians grew louder. With his club held high the warrior in front of them took a cautious steep forward. She didn't want to help Hansen, he was just raping her asshole, but he did save her? Getting up, she raised her hands to the tribesman and managed to put him off. The naked Lara who was tired and dehydrated was trying her best to do whatever it took to stop him. Raising her knee, she did what all girls would do, hit the weak spot. His balls would have been struck with the force of an earthquake, and he fell to the ground before Lara got on top of him. A nearby rock presented itself to her, and she kept beating the man over and over again across the head. She was crying as blood splattered on her face, just like Rafael's did when Hansen shot him. Once he was dead, she rolled over on to the grass and heard the cries of the tribe. Every single one of them ran past not even noticing them. Because Hansen had taken her in to a separate section they were unbraced as the stampede of men and young boys were rushing and not paying attention to the tracks. That is how the man most of found them. Once the noise died down Lara got up and looked at Hansen. His eyes were open, but she wasn't sure if he was alive or not. Would it paralyze his lungs and heart? The woman wasn't sure, but she did speak to him. "There I saved your life, we are even now" Her foot then started to kick his stomach over and over again. "And that is for raping me you sick bastard!!" Spitting on his face she then started to strip him of his clothing or take any resources she could. His machine gun was nice, and his pistol. Why should she stop there though, she took his clothes to, to keep her warm. Having to make her own adjustments to them, Lara was ready. Walking off, she was on her own now.

Lara Croft's Amazon Adventure (Celebstars & DeRe)|rating:2.0

Journey to Swellington (Gman & Kara)

Nicole sat in the passenger seat of the slowing car. They had been driving along a pretty road lined with lots of trees and shrubbery. She had just started to wonder how long the road would go on when they came to a grand gate with a large S inlaid in the very middle. Uncrossing her arms she muttered to herself. "What is this place?" Her father replied with a small smile. "I told you. It's called 'Wellington'. We are very fortunate to have gotten this opportunity after your mothers passing. Drop the attitude." His smile left as he said the last part. Nicole rolled her eyes and crossed her arms again as her dad dug the security code to the gate out of his pocket and entered it in. The gate opened up and they drove on. Her eyes widened as she took it all in. It was beautiful! There were gardens, fountains, statues everywhere. The sun hit everything just right. They were in a sunny wonderland. She was distracted by the beautiful scenery to notice all the apparently fertile woman walking around. Then she saw the big, beautiful building in the center of town where her and her father would be spending a lot of time. This made her sigh. "Why do I need an internship?" She didn't understand why she was being dragged to the center of town to worship the mayor like it seemed everyone else did. "It's a good opportunity for you. It will set your application apart from others." Of course her dad was right. She was just sour on having to move. Leave all of her friends and memories behind to start over in some unknown town. They continued driving for a few minutes, and she thought about how nice it would be to take her daily jog through the town. It might not be so bad... They stopped in front of one of the most beautiful homes she had ever seen. It was just one of many on the street. She could see far off at the very end an enormous castle like house. It was breathtaking. Nicole made a mental note to asked if that was where the mayor lived. She knew it was, the man seemed like he was treated like royalty. She started grabbing her bags and making her way up the beautiful driveway to her new home. He spun in his desk chair as he listened to the details. "Right George. Right. Of course." A smile crossing his chilled face. "Don't you worry Nicole will be a very welcome addition to my staff. Based on what you've told me, it sounds like it might be just wanted the doctor ordered." He listens to the man on the other line for a few more moments, "Look, George, I have to do go. Got a city to run after all. But we'll be in touch. Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Hale." With that, the mayor hung up the phone and turned to his waiting secretary." Yes, Candy? What is it?"" Well, Chris..." she bit a well manicured nail. She was nervous, and it was easily seen by the way she rocked in her bright white heels. "I just wanted to tell you...you know...you did it." Her head dropped a bit and her large mane of blonde hair hid her face. She tugged nervously on her pink tube top." Did what now?" Mayor Chris Pactum asked curtly as he flipped through papers on his desk. Candy raised her head up slowly. "You knocked me up." Chris heard the news and leaned back in his chair. His kicked his feet up on the desk and loosened his navy blue tie. "Well, congratulations then!" He smiled. "Seems like I picked a perfect time to bring in a new intern."" Is that who you were on the phone with?" Asked the brightly colored bimbo." Yeah. Well her father. She is coming in tomorrow. Thought I'd start with a tour if the town. Stay by the phone, I might need you to make an appearance." He instructed her. Candy nodded and began to turn around. Smiling because her boss bad congratulated her."Oh, and Candy?" He called for her attention; Candy spun around, her DD cup boobs jiggling slightly with the movement. Chris added, "Don't tell her about your new condition and wear something just a little more business like tomorrow. You're going to be the first person she sees when she walks in. We don't want to scare her off. But don't go to far. Remember we don't hide our Wellington charm!" Candy gave a quick, "One dogie!" She then departed his office for her desk outside the door. Chris just kept smiling. He really had a wonderful job. He didn't have long before he'd leave the office so he could catch his favorite program on Swell TV. Lucy was going to Strawberry Shortcake tonight on "Bake that for Him!" and Chris was pretty confident there'd be a nip slip on camera. Before locking up he sent a text to Debbie at the Diner to prepare for an official lunchtime visit from him and the new intern. By the time Nicole dragged the last box up to her new room the sun had set. She was sweating slightly in her pink tank top, small denim shorts, and white sneakers. She pushed the hair out of her face as she walked down the staircase and into the study where she heard her dad talking on the phone. Furthermore, she settled into a comfortable, brown leather armchair as her father was saying goodbye. He always used a different voice on the phone or when he was talking with strangers, very friendly. He hung up and turned to face his daughter with the same face he always used when he was about tell her what to do. "You have to go to bed early Nikki. Don't stay up to unpack. Mayor Pactum wants to take you to lunch and then give you a tour tomorrow." "Aren't you going to go?" Nicole asked nervous that she had to be alone with a mayor, a very important mayor. "I have to get my new office set up, they need me there tomorrow. Now no arguing. You are going to get to bed early, look your best tomorrow, and be very polite. None of that bitching you've saved for me the past couple weeks." Nicole gave her father George a look before heading up the stairs. She had been planning on staying up to unpack her room and then sleeping in tomorrow. Instead, she walked through the maze of boxes to the bathroom adjoining her bedroom. She undressed quickly and stepped into the luxurious glass shower, turning on the hot water. It immediately began to steam up and she relaxed. Letting the water slide down her body, getting every inch of her skin wet. Her arms were crossed, holding onto her shoulders and she slowly started to slide them down. Running her hands over her perky B cup breasts, down her sides, and onto her hips. She loved the way she felt all slippery and wet. Washing and conditioning her hair quickly, she grabbed her pink puffy shower Louisa and squeezed some of her rose scented body wash all over it. Taking her time to get all soapy, rubbing it into her skin and then rinsing it off. Nicole reached for the handle to turn the water off but decided at the last minute to shave her legs. She didn't know why, it's not like she really cared about impressing the Mayor. And she would probably wear pants tomorrow anyway. But she shaved anyway. It was after nine when she got out and dried off. The only thing she had gotten onto her four-poster bed was sheets. It was a perfect balmy night anyway so she opened the big bay windows and slid naked between her sheets, moaning at the crisp feel on her body before falling fast asleep. Nicole woke up to knocking. Knocking and then pounding. Her eyes slowly opened just as her father opened the door. She had forgotten she was nude until her dad reminded her. "God dammit Nicole! Don't sleep like that." He turned and walked out shutting the door again. Nicole rolled her eyes and climbed out of her bed. It was just before seven am, and she was supposed to go to the office with her dad at eight before her lunch with the Mayor. Tying a silky purple robe around her slim body, she unpacked her bathroom box. It had everything she needed for her hair, face, body, etc. Deciding to curl her long dark hair, she worked quickly and then moved onto her makeup. She kept it pretty simple, not too much but not too little. She wanted to accentuate her blue eyes, it was one of the things people liked best about her besides her dimples. Furthermore, she saved dressing for last because she was dreading it. Nicole never knew what to wear, she always changed at least four times and by the time she went out in the outfit she so carefully chose, she wished she had something else on. Deciding on a tight black pencil skirt that went just below her knees, a white blouse tucked in, and some pink pumps, she left before she could change her mind. Her mind wandered to the many dress pants she had, but she knew her dad thought she looked more presentable in a skirt. Grabbing her purse she walked quickly downstairs to her father, already waiting by the door. He didn't say anything about her appearance, which meant he couldn't find anything wrong with it. They got in the car and drove the ten minutes or so back to the beautiful building in the center of town. Nicole's heart started to beat a little hard as they made their way up the steps. She really wished she was back home unpacking, or jogging around town getting to know the scenery. She bet no other twenty-year-old was waking up in the morning getting ready to intern at the mayor's office. They were going through security and checking in when a very bubbly lady named Candy bounced her way towards them. Oh, great. Candy had to catch herself. She nearly blurted out, 'Oh my god,' upon seeing Nicole. She was so not the Mayor's type. Candy puzzled for a moment if she had always had platinum blond locks before. She shrugged and stood up from her desk. She extended a hand, first to Mr. Hale and then to Nicole. "You must be George Hale and that makes this lucky Nicole!" She beamed. "Pleasure to meet both of you." She gave a follow me gesture over towards her desk. She had worn a suit. It was tailored. But it would've taken a blind man not to notice the way Candy rump shifted from side to side in her stiletto heels. They were beige, but they were at least 5 inches.maybe more." Ok, well," she said looking down a day planner. "Looks like I only have the mayor seeing Nicole, here."" That's right," George replied. "I've got plenty to do setting up my new office."" But it's only 8:15, and I have lunch scheduled for 11:15?" She frowned like a toddler not getting her way. Luckily she was saved by Chris exiting his office at that moment." It's ok, Candy, I'll just have a chat with Ms. Hale here," he told Candy putting his hands on her shoulders, "and if that takes up enough time until lunch great. If not, we'll find something to do until then." He gave a winning smile. Then he noticed George. Shaking his hand sternly, "Good to see you looking well, George. I take it you're happy?"" So far, so good. If the office is as you say, I imagine I'll have no complaints." He raised his chin. Pactum replied, "Perfect. Because I certainly think..." His eyes went to Nicole and gave her a quick appraisal. "That my end of the deal is better." They broke their handshake and Nicole's dad said his curt goodbye. Chris clapped his hands together, "So.why don't you come into my office, and we can have a little chat before our tour and lunch." He opened the office door for Nicole like a gentleman and asked Candy to bring in a pitcher of Wellington Springs Mineral Water with two glasses. Once inside his office, which had a large portrait of himself behind his desk next to his various degrees, he indicated the plush chair across from him to Nicole." Nicole Hale, thank you again for doing this," he started as he sat down in his swivel chair. "You're really helping us out." He sensed some of her confusion. "Why don't I tell you a bit about the town first." He rolled his chair so that he was up against his desk and as close as he could be to Nicole. "I'm the first and only Mayor in the town's history. And please, call me Chris. Plenty of people do the Mister Mayor thing, no need, okay?" He gave a light smile. That's when Candy opened the door with a silver tray holding a pitcher of ice water and two glasses. She sat it on the end table next to Nicole." Please have some, it is some hot day. My grandma would say it's 'lack-a-pj' hot." He winked at Nicole. "Anyway, we have the lowest crime rate in the country, some of the highest test scores among our students, an insanely high retention rate." He lowered his voice, "In other words, no one leaves this crazy town." He decided to hold off telling her about having a birth rate ten times the national average. Chris also decided not to tell her what the town added to "Wellington Springs Mineral Water." The early founders with Chris were some of the greatest chemical minds in the country. But despite their large minds, they could still be bought off with pussy. He gave each of them their own private harem and ensured that everything made in Wellington would keep making Wellington what it was. He always started off the new female visitors or residents with the water. As he kept talking, the tiny neurotransmitters that were in every cold, delicious sip of her water would go to work on her endocrine system and other connected tissues. Their mission was simple. Turn her on. To most women, it wasn't like someone slammed a vibrator against their clit and turned up to the max...instead it was usually like the slow delicate movement of a finger between their folds. Enough to keep the motor revving but not enough to cause any real crescendo. Of course, every woman was different. Chris remembered Susan McEnroe was so allergic that she would actually squirt with every sip. That was the most severe reaction he'd ever seen. He'd been talking for nearly twenty minutes about all the town's great amenities, smiling with every sip of water she'd take, when he finally said, "Wow, have I been talking that long? Where are my manners? Do you have any questions, Nicole? Or would you rather do something fun and get this tour started?" Chris leaned back in his chair, loosened his tie and raised an eyebrow, "So what will it be? And don't worry about the work stuff, we'll get to that later." Nicole noticed the blonde Candy's confusion and wondered how easy it was to actually work here. She chastised herself for being so rude and tried to remember to smile bigger. She was just standing next to her father, smiling away when the Mayor came out of his office. Nicole could almost feel her pupils dilate with surprise. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen, and she felt a weird urge to be near him. She hadn't registered his greeting to her and her father until her father was walking away, and he was inviting her into his office, telling Candy to get them some of Wellington's Spring Water. Why does this little town have its own spring water? Nicole thought that was strange but was ushered into a chair and began taking in the Grande office with the gorgeous views of the town. "Nicole Hale, thank you again for doing this, you're really helping us out. Why don't I tell you about the town first?" He said this as he scooted the swivel chair against the desk and right in front of her, their knees grazing against each other. Nicole felt an electric spark upon touching him, and that was just her knees against his pant leg. She smiled her best smile as Candy came in with the water. The mayor was telling her he was the first and only Mayor in the towns history and that she could call him Chris. Nicole felt privileged that he wanted to be on first name basis with her. She was bout to set her water down, not thirsty when he insisted she drank it. It was a "lack-a-pj" hot apparently. She grabbed the drink and started sipping slowly. It really was refreshing, and she found herself to be thirsty. She took steady drinks and even refilled her glass once while he was telling her all about the city. It did sound like a wonderful place to live, if you had a family. She didn't say this out loud, but she knew this probably wasn't a place for her. After her internship she planned on moving to a big city, going to a university, and getting away from her father. She was normally bored by history lectures, but this one was interesting. Or at least Chris made it interesting. Nicole was starting to get a familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. A warm, jumpy feeling she got when she was close to someone and aroused. Their proximity seemed even closer actually, Nicole felt herself swaying her knees slightly, just to feel them graze against his leg. Her tiny pink nipples were prickling with sudden desire, and she could feel them hardening. Good thing she had put on a padded bra, or Chris would have seen just how hard they were. And it wasn't like she could blame it on being cold after they had a discussion of just how hot it was. Chris had been talking about the residents and the local carnivals and festivals they had when Nicole shifted slightly in her seat and her lips parted with an intake of breath at how good it had felt. Just the slight movement had her pussy getting moist, her clit pushed just barely against the folds of her pussy. She was finding it harder and harder to pay attention to the handsome mayor and was squirming in her seat more and more, pretending to get comfortable. She was having to hold little moans and whimpers back, and it registered in her mind that she was practically masturbating in front of her new boss. " "Wow, have I been talking that long? Where are my manners? Do you have any questions, Nicole? Or would you rather do something fun and get this tour started?" Chris asked lightly, smiling an award-winning smile at her. This snapped Nicole out of her sexual reverie, and she just looked into his eyes for a moment, wondering if she should ask more about the history or if it was best to get up before she made herself climax. "So what will it be? And don't worry about the work stuff, we'll get to that later." Nicole picked up her water for another sip when she remembered the question she had when she had first walked into the office. "Why does Wellington have its own spring water?" The mayor couldn't miss the way her legs and arms kept fidgeting while he spoke. He knew it must be the water working its usual magic. He smiled when she finally focused enough to ask a question." Well, we here in Wellington like to be.self-sufficient." He stood up and walks around his desk. Chris sat down on the edge and continued, "Lots of our food is local, all of our dairy products are. Heck, you'll see that we even have our own television station. Swell TV is great, and I'm sure your dad will have your home hooked up before you get back tonight." He gestured for her to stand. "Come on, let's blow this Popsicle stand!" He went to the rack grabbed a light blue sports coat. Combined with his brown loafers, Chris was only missing a hat from looking like a yacht captain. In a way he was steering poor Nicole on a very incredible journey. One that would change her life forever. He opened his office door for Nicole and informed Candy they were headed out. He would text from the car to stay ready. Furthermore, he might need her to push Ms. Hale a bit. Out the main doors of city hall and into the bright sunlight they walked. The mayor waved to a woman in a light green sun dress pushing a stroller for two. He bowed at another lady who crossed their path. It was Denise Coolant and her Triple H cups. "Wonderful day, ain't it?"" Spectacular, Mr. Mayor!" Replied Mrs. Coolant.Finally, they were at his car. He opened the passenger door and let her in. Once he got in the driver's side, he spoke, "So, Nicole what'll it be before lunch? Our hospital? Movie theater? Or any early brunch?" Chris gripped the shifter and slowly stroked his hand up and down waiting for her answer. Nicole nodded her head after the mayor answered her question and before she asked another one he got up grabbed his coat. She watched his back as he slid the jacket on and almost purred. He was so. Damn. Attractive. What was going on? Nicole had definitely never been into older men, they all reminded her of her father. And she had never been turned on so early in the day, or outside of her bedroom. They made their way out of the building and to Chris's car when they passed a few women. Nicole noticed something similar about all of them. They all had curvy figures. She always loved her delicate curves and perfect proportions, but they made her look like a stick. She felt like an unattractive tomboy when she had always felt very feminine. Furthermore, she frowns slightly as the mayor bowed to one woman in particular who had the biggest pair of tits she had ever seen. Once she slid into the passenger seat and Chris had gotten into the drivers side of his slick car, he asked her what she wanted to do. Nicole felt sexy just sitting on his leather seats, his eyes on her, and his hand stroking the shifter. "How about an early brunch? I don't think I could handle the whole tour on en empty stomach." It took less than ten minutes for his BMW to pull up in the parking lot of the Swell Diner. The two spent a brief moment in the hot sun until Chris opened the door and heard the familiar bell ring. Inside the diner it looked like a time warp into the 1950s. Swell Diner had black and white checkered tile floors and a row of stools at the counter. Chris took a seat at the end of the counter, sitting comfortably on one of the red cushioned stools. He patted the seat next to him for Nicole to sit down. Menus already sat in front of their seats. Chris picked his up and began ready over it. A woman came up to take her order. She was attractive with blonde hair and light eyes and a brilliant smile. Samantha her name tag read. Her tight pink waitress uniform had the top two buttons undone, making room for some perfectly round breasts." Hey there!" She said in a happy southern accent "What can I get for you today?" That's when Samantha notice Chris. "Well, my! If ain't the mayor! How are ya, Mr. Pactum?" Her arms went to her sides." Doing just fine, Samantha. Got a new intern here," he nodded in Nicole's direction." Pleasure to meet you," Samantha said with a smile as she pulled a pencil from behind her ear. "What are you folks having?" Chris began, "Well, I'd be remiss if I didn't get a strawberry shake for Nicole here. I know it's a little early for sweets. But a bit of overindulgence never hurt anyone." He smiled at Nicole. "I'll have a coffee, black." When Samantha walked away to get their drinks, it became obvious that Samantha was extremely pregnant. In a flash she was back, and Chris decided to ask a few questions he was sure Nicole must be having, "How far along are you, Samantha?" He asked "Still up and about on your feet all day? Must be hell trying to manage this place and care for than bun." He pointed with a wink at her tummy that rest against the counter. Samantha just grinned and rubbed her swollen belly. "Not too long" was all she said, which gave neither Chris nor Nicole no clue as to how far along she was or when she was due. "I wanted to work" she continued,"most of the gals quit their jobs and focus on husbands and kids, but this here's my first and I don't get a husband." She shrugged and leaned back on the counter while I took a sip of water. "So, Samantha are you living with family then?" Chris asked." No, come on Mr. Pactum! You know better! I'm living with Mr. Anthony, the father." she informed them with a blush of her cheeks. "It's a complicated thing, see... Mr. Anthony's married, but they don't just sleep with each other, you know? Anyway when I got pregnant he wanted me to move in, and his wife don't seem to mind at all, even when he spends the night in my room."" Right, of course. I have been meaning to speak to Mr. Anthony actually." Chris said to no one in particular. Samantha turned her attention to Nicole. "Not from around here, are ya, sweetie?" Samantha asked as she leaned in as best she could with her belly. "Don't worry, it's just easy to tell. You aren't with child right now. That makes the job real easy. Plus you're wearing that skirt and blouse. They look awfully expensive." She lowered his voice, probably for fear of offending someone, "Ladies of Wellington are in sundresses, cocktail dresses and two piece bikinis. Nearly year round. Kept me, I've got this here uniform I'm stretching to the limits." Chris waited a few moments before asking Nicole if she knew what she wanted to eat. Then he admonished her, "Come on! You've barely touched your shake! Go on. I know for a fact that are going to be the best you've ever had." He took a long sip of coffee to watch her. If the water was good science, the milkshakes and dairy products were astrophysics. They were a catalyst to so many aspects of Wellington life. First, they primed her body for a physical need for male ejaculate. Then sent signals to her mammary glands to begin rewiring the way it digests food. When Nicole went down on a guy for first time, she was going to be in for quite a treat! The diner was certainly cute, Nicole had never seen one so authentically fifties. Chris ordered her a milkshake which she thought was strange so early in the morning, but she didn't want to be rude. The waitress seemed nice enough, but her admittance that she was sleeping and living with a married man as well as carrying his child made her eyes wide. She could never imagine being in a situation like that, much less admitting it. Samantha told Nicole she could tell she was new, that her not being pregnant was a dead give away. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was everyone here pregnant? Yes, the people were friendly, and the town was beautiful, but something was definitely weird. Where she had felt like a tomboy compared to the curvaceous population before, Samantha's next comments made her feel overdressed. Nicole had a sinking feeling she just wasn't going to fit in. The strawberry milkshake sitting in front of her did look amazing. Creamy and pink, blended to perfection. But she was worried about her status in the town and something that sweet just didn't sound so good early in the morning. Chris asked her what she wanted to eat, but before she could answer he urged her to drink the shake. Like she could really refuse the mayor asking her to drink a yummy milkshake he had purchased for her. She took a small sip while she looked at the menu in front of her. Oh. My. God. The taste exploded in her mouth, she had never had anything so delicious in her young life! It was honestly perfection in a glass. Nicole smiled at the mayor watching her and took another big sip. "This is the best milkshake I have ever had!" she exclaimed and almost squealed in delight. She turned back to the menu and ordered some toast and a side of sausage. She just looked around at the diner, sipping her milkshake down. Chris hadn't said anything yet but was still watching her and not even two minutes later she realized her shake was almost gone. Nicole was surprised she had sucked it down that fast and even more surprised that she could go for more. She brought the glass to her lips and tipped her head back, swallowing the last few drops. Then she turned in her seat to the mayor waiting to see what they were doing next. He was just smiling at her, so handsome and power just emanated from every part of him. Nicole was still incredibly turned on, the milkshake left her feeling sweet, creamy, and full and if she had her way she would have just leaned forward and kissed Chris's full lips right then and there. Samantha came back with her food and she chewed slowly, trying to look like a lady after she had devoured that amazing strawberry shake. Something peculiar was happening. She felt good, perfect. Happy that she was sitting in a cute diner, in a beautiful town, with a handsome man who happened to run that town. She knew she was horny, she didn't know why, but there was no denying that she was. Her breasts started to tingle with a slight soreness, but she attributed that to her aroused state. When she glanced over at Chris again and saw him quietly eating his food, a thought entered her mind. I need his cum. What the fuck was that? It was as if someone else had spoken the words inside of her head. It was disturbing that she was thinking of her boss's cum, and she had not even known him a whole day yet. He was probably married like Mr. Anthony, and here Nicole was out of place already in this town, thinking about him cumming inside of her pussy. She had never let anyone cum inside of her before. Condoms were her best friend in fact, she always kept them on her just in case. Even then she insisted they pull out. No, if she let her thoughts go any further, she would become even more of a pariah in this town of perfect people. She finished up and sat quietly, trying to calm her guilty thoughts waiting for the mayor to take her to the next stop on the tour. Chris laughed at her exclamation. "Told you they were the best!" What he didn't tell her was that Miss Marine's teats were the source of most of the 'milk' in the drink. She had a drastic allergic reaction to the microbes and well...she was finding walking a little difficult now. She could almost get to her feet after being milked all day. It was just dumb luck that they discovered how well the reaction was in woman when the ingested one an-others breast milk. She made the most in town, so they used hers. When she tipped the glass back to finish it all, Chris had to adjust his pants. The sight, the way her tongue searched for the last pink traces in the glass, it was all too much and this wasn't the first time he'd sat in this very seat and watched a girl take her first Wellington Milkshake. He was glad that Nicole was comfortable enough to order something like sausage. He hated having to waste valuable hours trying to convince skinny bitches that country cooking was good and good for them. Furthermore, he was also glad she picked the pork produce because he was almost positive that poor Nicole would be coming to work with a little more junk in the trunk. She'd be rid of the tomboy like figure in less than a week. He was nearly positive. Chris crunched on some toast and spooned grits into his mouth as he listened to Samantha on her cell behind the counter. She was pretty brazenly making sure that Mr. Anthony would be sleeping in her bed tonight. She had what she called a 'case of money.' Which Chris was sure meant that her pregnant state had her dripping." Once we're finished here, I think the hospital will be ready for us." He informed her as he finished his coffee. "I do a lot of business over there and as an intern you'll probably be running errands back and forth." Chris Pactum slapped the city's credit card on the counter and signaled over to Samantha. When she came near, he mentioned for her to lean in. Chris whispered, "Can you put another Strawberry shake in a to-go cup for Nicole? Thanks a million." Samantha nodded and took the card. He refocused his attentions on his guest, "Dr. Felt cum is the best BEGAN in the country and our mental therapy division is tops in the region. Hopefully you'll get to meet all of them." He touched her thigh innocently, "Just be careful, they might try to recruit you as a Candy Striker!" He moved his hand back to the counter. "Don't let them. You're mine for as long as you'll stay." He winked. He really had to thank George Hale. Furthermore, he loved looking back at her youthful face. Samantha handed Nicole a styrofoam cup filled with another strawberry milkshake and Nicole knew she really shouldn't drink another one. But her body almost acted of its own accord, and she reached for it with a thank you and started sipping it down. Chris had been telling her about the hospital and the amazing staff there when his hand went to her thigh. Nicole gulped and her body felt electrified. If she hadn't been wearing this skirt, his hand would be on her bare thigh just inches from her pussy. Would anyone care of she took the skirt off? What she really wanted was for Chris to bend her over the counter and fuck her silly. Maybe Samantha could bring them both another shake after... What the hell was she thinking? Her fantasies were getting away from her today. His hand left her thigh, and he tucked the credit card back into his wallet. "You're mine for as long as you stay." he said it in a joking way, but Nicole knew there was no way anyone could convince her to leave this job. She beamed at him and was going to tell him that when he nodded at her shake. She took another sip, and they walked back to his car. Furthermore, she slid into the seat, hand around the milkshake as she buckled herself in. Furthermore, she crossed her legs and let out a little whimper. Furthermore, she felt empty, like she needed to be filled. Her pussy felt alive, and it needed satisfaction. Chris was pointing out the local landmarks and stores, the car seat vibrating underneath her. She was trying to hold onto control as the movements were pushing her close to the edge, sucking down her shake like a hungry little kitten. They got to a beautiful white hospital with the signature S of Wellington all over the building. Chris opened her door and helped her out. She loved it when he touched her and was being left wanting more. He shut her door and when he started walking away, she hooked her arm through his. The other of course was holding her shake, straw between her lips. The mayor smiled at her and led her into the building saying hello to several people. The nursing staff comprised all woman. Beautiful, curvy women. More than half seemed to be at different stages of pregnancy and Nicole understood Samantha saying why she could tell Nicole was new. When she saw a particular red head setting a chart down and rubbing her belly, she felt a pang of jealousy. Where did that come from? She had never wanted a child before. In fact, she had always felt uncomfortable around pregnant woman. But now she felt...like she was missing out on something. She shook the thought from her mind as Chris took her to the floors, introducing her to doctors, nurses, orderlies, and patients. It seemed like he knew all of them. And then they went to the biggest ward in the hospital-the maternity ward. Nicole let the straw slip out of her mouth and her jaw dropped open. This place was exquisite. Beautifully decorated with expensive furniture, fully equipped rooms fit for celebrities, and the dozens up dozens of women there. All beautiful, voluptuous women. Nicole dropped her arm from Chris's and walked down the hall slowly watching all the happy women. Then she got to a large glass wall. Inside the room were expensive cribs filled with beautiful newborns. She had never seen so many in her life. Staring at them brought tears to her eyes and her throat closed up. She could imagine a little face in there belonging to her... She was lost in her thoughts and the renewed tingling in her breasts and ass were pushed to the back of her mind. Nicole was in a trance, standing in a hall of a ward so filled with love and new life it was overwhelming. Chris just smiled at the young girl sipping her straw as he drove. He had no idea the emotions and hormones racing through her. She was taking well to Wellington and it's affects. He pointed out the few statues that were in the downtown area and a few places of interest including the "The Place" which is the only dance club in Wellington. "All the people under 25 are there on Fridays. The line is out the street. Of course, if you say you work with me..." He winked at her. "You might just cut the line." He saw her legs cross and uncross. She was obviously aroused, but she was still in her developmental stages. He had to restrain himself. They reached the hospital arm in arm. It was such a cute gesture. He needed to watch himself though. Can't have people seeing that kind of behavior. Especially with someone that most of the town would still view as an outsider. The nurse outfits were fetish wear. PVC, vinyl and other sex fabrics were found all over the members of the staff. The female members that is. Thankfully for Nicole the ratio of pregnant to beach ball bellied ladies was more normal in the hospital. Clocking in a respectable 4 to 1. Her previous experience in the town had might have been more...1:1 ratio that was simply insane. It was beautifully decorated. Lots of black and white floors. Almost like they were trying to get you to think of cows the moment you walked inside the doors. He missed her wayward look at the swollen redhead. The emergency room tour was fairly straight forward, except for the one scene that the Mayor had tried to hide from Nicole. A poor girl was hysterical about her breasts growing so fast, the doctor whispered something and the girl simply orgasmed right there in the waiting area. And not just a knee shaking orgasm, but a juicy squirting orgasm that caused a sloppy looking janitor to come running with a mop. That when they reached the maternity ward. It couldn't have gone any better. She looked like she was called to large glass window. Standing at the window, Nicole froze. The tiny wrapped bundles squirmed and cried. The mayor saw Miss Hale's eyes flutter and decided to make his next move. His slid in next to her, shoe creaking on the tile floor, "Quite a sight ain't it? I bet you think we must have a milk machine somewhere to feed all of them." He made a grand gesture indicating the rows and rows bassinets. He wanted her imagination flowing. It was true that in the basement of the hospital they had those women and mothers that...couldn't contain their breast milk - those not used at the diner served a purpose here. They were milked, some found it comforting to just moo. The milk was stored and fed to the babies when the mother wasn't available with her own breast. He gave a big huff of a laugh and adjusted his belt, "Shall we move on, Miss Hale or do you, umm, want to stay here?" He smiled. Not too fast now, he chided himself. They tended to end up completely brainless when he went too fast. There's no pleasure in fucking a brain-dead bimbo. There was exquisite pleasure in blowing up the belly of a once proud independent woman like Nicole with her still dimly aware of what you are doing - or even better...craving it. As if on cue, they heard a women tortured scream almost instantly after he asked the question. It would be the first shot of real life in some time. It could have a scary effect and scare Nicole into realizing the thought of a baby was insane. The mayor took a breath and stopped a leather clad nurse, "Is she going to be ok? It sounds.um painful.""Oh, honey she's fine. This is number 4 and 5 for her. They come out walking now" the nurse joked with a big smile. Nicole was just gazing at all the pretty babies, wondering how proud their mothers were. Had her mother been proud when she was born? She would like to think so. Chris asked her if she wanted to move on or stay, and she honestly wouldn't have minded staying, even for just a couple more minutes. But then there was a gut-wrenching scream from a room close by and they both turned to look. That's when Nicole remembered the dark side to children: the actual birthing part. She definitely wanted to move on, even after the nurse reassured them that the woman would be okay. They walked to the elevator in silence, moving on to the next floor up. The nurse had said that that woman was having her fourth AND fifth child. How could anyone handle that many children? She was probably one of those stay at home mothers who doted their entire lives on their children and their husband. That was a nice thought, but Nicole knew she could probably never do that. Chris seemed slightly unnerved by it as well. Nicole smiled. He cared about a random patient when he had a whole town to worry about. The elevator finally arrived empty and they stepped in. Nicole watched him out of the corner of her eye, leaning against the side of the elevator. He looked lost in thought and sexy as hell. It would be incredibly sexy if he took her in the elevator, pumping her full of his baby juice after they had just left the maternity ward... No. No way did that thought just enter her mind! It was a truly laughable thought that Nicole would ever enter into a relationship with her boss for one, and secondly to have a baby with him?! She giggled to herself quietly thinking about the whole ridiculousness of it. Chris and Nicole stepped out of the elevator and made their way to a great big white board, cute decorations were drawn on it with the different colors of dry-erase markers. They stepped in front of it and Chris started to explain it all, but everything was written for Nicole to read. This floor was dedicated to the different classes you could take while pregnant. Birthing, breastfeeding, parenting classes. Prenatal yoga and exercise classes. And last on the board, the only one written in red: Sex During Pregnancy. Nicole blushed when she read that. What an incredibly awkward class to be in. She almost giggled again, she had been doing a lot of that today which isn't like her. "Would you like to peek in on some of them? If you hadn't noticed already, this is a very family oriented town. And as a politician in the public eye here, you have to make a lot of appearances where there are families." Nicole nodded and followed him to the large rooms that were filled with people. She thought in a town this small there wouldn't be that many people needing pregnancy classes, but each one had a good group, she counted at least 12 couples in one. The room at the end of the hall was largest. There were large mats on the floor with differently shaped pillows scattered. There were 7 couples in there, some of the women looked like they were half through their pregnancy and some looked like they could have been carrying 3 or 4 full sized infants in their stretched bellies. The instructor was guiding them through doggy style. It was...highly arousing, actually. They were fully clothed, in a room full of other people, and letting an older woman instruct them, but they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Nicole leaned against the doorway, leaning heavily to one side with her lips parted. She was looking at one couple in particular. It was a blonde girl who looked very, very young. Younger even than Nicole. She was one of the ladies whose belly looked too big to even be real. Her light blonde hair hung around her face in beautiful curls, her lips were painted a perfect red. She had enormous breasts, practically spilling out of her tank top, her big belly hanging low, almost touching the floor. Her partner was a handsome man, looked almost as young as her. He was rubbing her hips and her lower back, occasionally reaching around and rubbing her belly. Lightly pressing his crotch against her delicious, plump ass. His face was strained, and she was just looking back at him smiling. Occasionally whispering to him. Whenever she did his eyes shut tight and Nicole could see his hands squeezing her hips. She sighed, it was sweet and erotic and even beautiful. Her hand traced from her neck to her chest where she could faintly feel the beating of her heart. Passing by all the women she had so far today, when her hand rested on her B cup titties which she always thought were nice, she suddenly felt incredibly flat chested. And let's be honest, she was compared to these curvy ladies. Just thinking about her breasts she noticed the tingling that had started earlier was still there. It seemed to start far back and just press into her tiny pink nipples. Which were hardening the more she thought about them... Before she could go down that path again she turned towards Chris who had been watching her. She was suddenly embarrassed. Had he noticed what she was looking at? Could he guess what she was thinking? God, she hoped not. They quietly made their way back to the elevator, arms brushing against each others. "Where to next boss?" He was glad that she had a bit of a shock of reality. And he was even happier that the nurse had reassured Nicole that birthing in Wellington can be done with ease. Of course, practice made perfect. Chris entered the elevator and stood. He tried to not stare at Nicole. She shouldn't have too many physical effects yet. She had only had breakfast, some shakes and some water so far. Furthermore, she would need 'his' special ingredient before any serious changes occurred today. Of course, he would love to be a fly on the wall when she woke up tomorrow in her own bed. They had missed Dr. Felt cum's lecture, and he was now with a patient, so they decided to head up to the Expecting Mothers floor. He did catch her giggling to herself and thought it is a good time to say, "This town can be funny. Be we take motherhood and being a Wellington woman very seriously." He saw her crimson color at reading his favorite class title and asked her if she wanted to peek in. The results of their observation couldn't have gone better. He watched her stare at the young Smith couple. They had only been in Wellington for 5 months. Yes, months, and Alice Smith was already as big as house. She would be an excellent example for Nicole. He didn't want to disturb the couple, otherwise he would have asked how many she was expecting. Judging with 4 or 5 months of incubation and her size, he'd guess quads. He smiled as he watched her fingers trace the swell of her tiny tits. If he had his way, Nicole would be the poster child for Wellington. Her image, even if only in shadow, would be the logo for the TV Station. That's when he got her question, "Well how about Swell TV! The local TV station!" He gestured for them to head back down the elevator to the main lobby. Once inside he started telling her, "You haven't seen any of our shows, Nicole. But there are really first-rate. Why, we've got some the best original programming available for three states." Her panties were probably a swamp by now. He almost walked over to speak closer to her and accidentally bump her tit a little, just to see if she would orgasm from the contact. Instead, he just let that be a daydream." The best soap operas money can buy! Plenty of hospital shows! The cooking shows! The home cleaning shows! Even," he lowered his voice, "some very good and tasteful adult type programming." Once they reached the main lobby, they stood for a moment. He wanted her to hear the conversation of the two women who were standing just a foot away from them. One just slightly pregnant, the other was the epitome of a blond fake titled bimbo. They didn't lower their voices too much. It was plain to hear that the pregnant one thought she was only 4 weeks pregnant, but her belly said otherwise. The other girl was trying to explain just how addicted she had become to swallowing cum. They both sounded scared and turned on as hell by their individual situations. Once he was sure she'd heard enough, he pushed through the revolving door, and they walked back to the car. "So did you enjoy the visit? It really is one of the best things we have in town." He told her putting the car in drive." But something else we are proud of is Swell TV. I know you might find it weird and such, but our programming is very popular. Why I wouldn't date, sleep with or marry a woman who didn't have our fall lineup memorized." He told her as they pulled into the parking lot of the studio. Nicole followed Chris back down to the main floor of the hospital, listening to all the different types of TV shows being filmed at the Swell TV network. The young couple in the room was slipping from her mind, and soon she was incredibly excited. She didn't realize as the mayor, or someone who works for the mayor, that you would get to work at the local TV station. When she was younger she had been convinced she wanted to be an actress, she wanted people to see her be a completely different person. She also thought it would give her an excuse to stop taking math. Chris was listing the different types of shows they did and ended with "tasteful" adult films. That made Nicole jump slightly. Did they have locals playing in porn, however tasteful, that you could order to your TV? How do they walk around town knowing everyone's seen them fucking like crazy? Just thinking that any of the people she walked past could have been in one of those movies made her pussy tingle. She was walking, and her legs made her wet pussy lips just slide past each other over and over. It gave her the slightest shudder. She couldn't wait till she got home and saw exactly how wet her panties were. They made it to the lobby and Chris stopped to look at his cell phone. Nicole stood patiently, smiling at everyone who walked past her. There was something a little off about this town, but everyone was incredibly welcoming, and she was feeling better and better despite her out-of-place appearance. Two girls walked in, both young. Or at least they looked very young. One was holding her belly. Big surprise, she was pregnant. The other was platinum blonde, with some of the biggest tits Nicole had ever seen. They stopped at the counter, signing in to the sheet on the clipboard and having a conversation that reached Nicole's ears. She wasn't one to eavesdrop normally, but a few keywords caught her attention from the very beginning, and she listened, growing more and more confused by the second. "Kelly, I swear I am only four weeks pregnant. But look at my belly!" The girl holding her belly gestured to her growing stomach, and it was clear to Nicole that girl was way off. She looked like she could have been five or six months, certainly not four weeks. "Haley, you are probably just off. No ones blaming you. I forget condoms all the time. Or Brandon does... Anyway, sometimes things just happen. And yours happened a lot later than four weeks." The blonde was frowning, apparently trying to rationalize the unprotected sex they both had. "No I am positive that I am four weeks. I lost my virginity four weeks ago!" Haley's eyes were bugging out, begging for her friend to understand. "I don't know Haley. I can't even think straight lately. Honestly the only thing I can think about is swallowing cum!" Kelly exclaimed, not even bothering to lower her voice. "Oh my god. Me too! I'm a serious girl, I feel like I could swallow cum all day long. When Zack comes home from city hall at night, I just about tackle him in the doorway. I literally feel hungry for it, hungry for every drop." Haley got a glazed look in her eyes the more she talked about swallowing cum. "That's exactly how I feel. I feel like every guy in this town could stand in one big ol' line, and I could swallow all of their loads and still not have enough. I feel like such a hungry little slut when Brandon comes home too." Kelly giggled, and then they made their way to the elevator. Chris finally put his phone in his pocket and gestured to the front doors. Nicole moved slowly, disconcerted by what she had just heard. Chris didn't seem to have overheard them, in fact he seemed even more cheerful than before. Nicole could feel the frown fixed on her face and tried to straighten out before taking one last look back at the girls getting in the elevator. There was no way in hell that Haley girl was only four weeks pregnant. But she had said that she had only lost her virginity four short weeks ago. Unless there was some magic going on, something wasn't right... And what was that about them being addicted to swallowing cum? Nicole almost wanted to gag. She was definitely not one of those girls who were into giving head, and she definitely wasn't one to swallow. She would be perfectly content if she never had a drop of cum in her mouth for as long as she lived. How could those girls want to swallow that much cum?! It was mind-blowing to her, but also...intriguing. The thought of those girls on their knees, taking cocks into their mouths and swallowing all of that sweet and gooey baby juice...mmm FUCK. Nicole stopped walking for a second as she felt her pussy squirt just the tiniest bit. Chris looked back at her confused as to why she had stopped walking so she smiled quickly and started to move forward again. What had just happened to her? Swallowing cum and pregnant girls had certainly never aroused her before, and now she was literally dripping sweet pussy juice. They got into the car and made their way to Swell TV station. It was the most modern building she had ever seen, bigger than even the hospital, sitting on acres and acres of land that they used to shoot the various shows. They walked in, Nicole took Chris's arm again, and they signed in at the counter. Chris explained to the pregnant receptionist Gracie that they were here on a tour of the town. Gracie looked at Nicole weird, she took in her entire appearance and looked like she didn't know what she was doing there, which brought back all of her insecurities. Then Chris explained how he hoped this tour would begin to help Nicole acclimate to the area. Then...he winked at Gracie. She flushed and smiled back, rubbing her big belly. Was everyone in this damn town carrying multiples? Chris started to ask her questions about her pregnancy, some of them personal. Why would the mayor care so much about a receptionists' pregnancy? They finally moved on to a giant electronic board that had the names of all the TV shows. Standard names that incorporated Wellington somehow filled the board. Isn't That Swell?, Cooking That For Him!, Swell Interior, How Many Are In There?, the list went on. They really did have it all. Last on the board were a few names that were obviously the adult programs. The highest rated one was a series called Sperm is Sacred. Again Nicole blushed at that. She might have to check it out once the TV in her room was hooked up. Chris knew he was inundating Nicole. The first day was usually a whirlwind, especially if he had a hand in it. She had stayed quiet at the diner, but sipped down the shakes and ate the food. The hospital had given him a glimpse into her psyche between the nursery and the pregnant intercourse class. He only hoped the studio would prove the icing on the cake. Of course, mostly he hoped after he dropped her back at City Hall, she'd go home with her dad and sit idly in front of the television. That is...when she was busy playing with herself or some other sexual driven activity on the internet. He texts Candy that he would need a blowjob after all the excitement of the day. Her response was precious. It's too bad my belly doesn't grow from all the cum you put in it Chris! I'd be onto-mom pregnant like then! A moment later. Well, I could be onto-mom pregnant now... They arrived at Swell TV headquarters. Gracie let them in after a brief chat. It was strange, Chris couldn't even remember if he had bedded Gracie. She sure seemed to think he had. Chris smiled and acted polite until they walked through the large studio double doors. He shook hands with Mark Simpson. Chris gave $25,000 to Mark Simpson last year when he had convinced a new girl to grow tits so large, she couldn't get off the floor, literally. Pinned down by her summaries, she had her ass in the air. Eventually her belly touched the floor too. It was worth every dollar. Chris introduced Mark to Nicole and made the familiar sign that she was his for the time being. Mark nodded his acknowledgment and told them they had free rein of the lots. The mayor wasn't lying. Every show and TV personality was trying to sell a lifestyle of either working your fingers to the bone or lying on your back, feet up. One half of the studio had the 'serious' shows. "Cooking That For Him!," "Swell Interior," and even the game show "How Many Are In There?" The set of "Bet He Wants This Clean" was a noisy on account of the number of vacuums running. Each of the female hosts were decked out in French maid outfits The other side was the brain rot TV. Soap Operas about doctors and nurses sleeping with each other. Everybody taking turns being pregnant. Lots of kissing and cooing over babies. The adult programming felt like the National Geographic Channel. It wasn't exactly kinky sex. In fact, the oddest sex act they watched was a blowjob. And it was only one. No money shot. Just like the title of the movie being film, "Sperm is Sacred" told them. It was all catered around teaching women to be the best Wellington Wife or Girlfriend or Mistress they could be. "I trust you're old enough to see this stuff," he asked her without removing his gaze from the performers. "And that I don't need to tell you that mentioning this exact stuff to your father is a bad idea." It was part instruction and part to gauge how much he needed to tell her. Nicole seemed very bright and quick on the uptake even for having been thrown into the magic that is Wellington. They watched a woman hungrily going at a men cock. He watched with fascination as not a single drop of semen was spilled. The actress in front of them wanted it, needed it. He could only hope Nicole did too. After all the excitement, the mayor looked at his watch. Somehow it was nearly three o'clock. Nicole was soon introduced to Mark Simpson who was another important, handsome man. Nicole had always been attracted to power. It was one of the few things that really turned her on. Mark even seemed somewhat interested in her at first, but then cooled and distanced slightly. She wondered if he was married... Was Chris married? She glanced over at his hands and saw the gold band sitting on his ring finger. She sighed and then chastised herself. Of course, he was married, he was a successful and incredibly important man. Even more untouchable than he was before. Mark told them they could go anywhere, and so they did. She saw all the sets, Do You Know Your Man?, Cook His Favorite Meal!, Wellington History. They were all really great shows, even though there seemed to be some sexist pattern in all of them. It was still fun to watch the actors at work. Before they moved on to the last lot full of sets, Chris warned her this was where they filmed the adult programming. Nicole smiled, nervous about how this was going to affect her already sensitive and aroused body and state of mind. When Chris mentioned her father Nicole almost declined going on. What would he think if he was here with her? But Chris was already walking forward so she bit back her guilt and walked on. They were filming Sperm Is Sacred. One of the most handsome men Nicole had ever seen was standing in a set that looked a lot like the Mayors office. He had on an expensive looking business suit that fit him to a tee. He was leaning against his desk with his pants unzipped and the most massive, beautiful cock Nicole had ever seen was rock hard and bobbing out. Her mouth watered instantly, and she struggled not to run out and start playing with it herself. And then a beautiful blonde with the huge fake looking tits that seemed to be the norm among Wellington women was on her knees in only a pleated mini skirt and heels, taking that massive cock like a pro in her mouth and down her throat. It was true, when Nicole was really sexually frustrated she sometimes watched porn. Rarely! She could count all the times on one hand. And when she did, she always skipped past the blow jobs which seemed to take way too long. It really wasn't her thing. But the man was just exuding something that her body was responding to. Like she needed to be on her knees, taking his cock nowhere but her mouth until he sprayed it with the hot Jim that would feel like ecstasy sliding down her throat. She was standing, feeling tight and hot in her pencil skirt and blouse, practically panting and salivating like a fucking animal. She managed to tear her eyes away for one second, when Chris offered her a chair. Furthermore, she sat down, crossed her legs and took in the scene again. The girl was just bobbing her head on his huge cock, his head was thrown back and he was moaning. But...it sounded mechanical, not real. She realized he must do this a lot and that the thrill of someone sucking on his cock in front of cameras had worn off. Nicole really didn't know what made a good cocksucker or how to tell if someone was a good cocksucker. So when the director asked her if she wanted to help set the scene, she wasn't too sure." Go ahead and try a little something. If you're going to work for me, you're going to have to learn how to incorporate yourself into every little aspect of Wellington." Chris encouraged her so she smiled and stepped delicately out of the chair and walked slowly onto the set. It was bright, and she was more than a little uncomfortable. But she walked over to the couple against the desk and studied them for a moment, both staring intently at her. "Here, why don't you put your hands right here." She smiled reassuringly at the handsome guy and grabbed his hands lightly placing them on the girls head. He looked right into Nicole's eyes, and she felt rooted to the spot, unable to move until his gaze dismissed her. Then he looked down at the blonde between them who was drooling absently on his cock. "And you, just open your mouth...that's it. Relax your throat and make sure your tongue is out...mm, good girl." She was touching the girls face and neck, trying to get it just right. "Now you," she pointed at the man. "Just fuck her face, like you really mean it. Like you had the longest, hardest day, and before you do anything you just really need to dump a load somewhere." Nicole felt like she might not be leading them into a good scene, but she was giving it her best shot. She walked slowly off the set thinking if there was anything else. She turned quickly. "And remember, swallow every drop. Don't let not even one escape. It's...sacred." Nicole smiled and made her way back to the chair. The director had a grin on his face and gave her a thumbs up before yelling for everyone to begin. The guy grabbed the blonde's head, fingers weaved through her hair, and he started slamming his big cock in her mouth without mercy. He was moaning and yelling out, his face was so full of pleasure that Nicole shuddered. She was so incredibly turned on, she knew she had never been this revved up before. Her hand went to her small tits and started squeezing lightly through the bra. She moaned and crossed her legs squeezing, her clit throbbing against the pressure. Her hand fingered the skin above the neckline to her shirt and she slowly slipped it in, just rubbing her bare breast. Moaning again, she watched as they guy exploded in the girls mouth, and she could hear her hungrily sucking all the cum down, not one drop escaping. Sperm Is Sacred after all. The director clapped bringing Nicole back to where she was sitting with her hand in her shirt and the crew and Chris staring at her. She could feel herself turning red, she had never been this embarrassed before. "I am so, so, sorry. That was so unprofessional, I don't know what came over me." Chris nearly cried. He was so proud. It less than a full day she was already so on board with the program. Imagine, he thought, what she'll be like after a week or two. That was if he could resist putting his cock in her that long. He clapped and whistled. "Way to go!" The actors thought it was for them, but most of the crew and the director knew he was cheering for Nicole's direction. That when he turned and saw her lightly touching herself and squeezing her legs. Nicole apologized, and the mayor dipped his head and smiled. "Dear! No need to apologize. A that what this show is for, B this place can get a little exciting and C you're only a human female." Chris gestured to the two actors still on set. "I mean, what warm-blooded woman wouldn't get a little flustered watching that bimbos face be fucked so masterfully." He turned and winked. "All due to your brilliant direction, of course." Mr. Pactum extended a hand to help her out of the chair. "But it's getting late. We need to get back to City Hall so you can ride HOM with your father." He waved to everyone on set. As they exited, Chris bumped into a woman who, it would né generous to call it waddling, was making her way to the How Many set. She was proceeded by a good two to three feet of belly. "Pardon me ma'am!" He said to her."Oh, Mr!. Mayor! I didn't see you. Can't see much of anything with this in the way!" The woman ran her hands over the expanse of her gravid belly. It took a long time and her hands failed to touch each other. Apparently the uniform of the show was a red white and blue bikini. The mayor laughed at her joke and further apologized. Chris waved to Gracie, and they walked back to the car." You were excellent back there,"He told her as his hand rested on her bare thigh. She was burning up. "If this politics thing doesn't work out you've got a career in the movies!" A small part of Chris' brain wondered if she was progressed enough to find the word career disturbing. Probably not yet. A few days of Swell TV and then, maybe. He returned his hand to the wheel and pulled into his parking spot in the hall. "Have fun?" He asked undoing his seat belt. They walked past Candy's desk to see George Hale waiting outside the mayor's office. "Hello George," he said monotone. "I've returned her. Without a scratch." He took a step back." She behaves herself?" Her father asked." She was an angel. A perfect guest. I think, you can correct me if I'm wrong Nicole, she has a whole new appreciation of what Wellington is all about." He looked for her response. Candy pointed to her cell phone. He had promised her that blowjob. "Well, Nicole, I expect to see you tomorrow by 9:15. Got it? Now go home and relax and unwind." Candy walked past the Hales and into the Mayor's office. Chris followed her in. Nicole and Chris went back to city hall where her father was waiting with Candy. Candy was all smiles and almost bouncing out of her seat when they walked in. Her father just looked annoyed. She was sad to leave, she had had a really great time with the Mayor, but she was excited to get home and finish unpacking. Hopefully her father would have the TV set up so by the time she was done showering, she could sit and check out the shows she had just seen being filmed. They exited the building and got in the car, it was uncomfortably quiet on the way home. She smiled as she saw the big, beautiful house once more. She had almost forgotten about it. And then she looked down the street at the mansion sitting quietly at the end wondering when the Mayor would be getting home. They walked through the front door and Nicole was going to change her clothes before unpacking. She started making her way up the stairs when her dad called her name, still standing by the front door with a frown on his face. "Nicole...where did you guys go today?" Nicole stared. Didn't he know? He had come here just last week to finish the buy on the house and to take the tour. "We went to the same places you probably did. The diner, the hospital, the TV station. And he pointed out all the local businesses and hang-outs. Why?" Her dad looked relieved and shook his head smiling. "Just wondering if you got to go anywhere special." Nicole turned and walked up the stairs again, shaking her head. Her dad had been acting strange since he had announced their move, but she chalked it all up to nerves. She started unloading boxes and putting her room together while her dad was downstairs, standing at the wet bar looking at his phone. He had one new text from Mayor Pactum. Take her to the diner 4 dinner. She needs 1 more shake. George swallowed hard, closing his eyes. This was the best job, one people would kill for. This town was great too, everyone respected people from this town. He had promised to let the Mayor transform his daughter into a "good girl". She would change from an independent brat like her mother, to someone who lived to respect men. But he had seen the ladies in the office today, especially that Candy. He wasn't sure if he had made the best decision. But it was done. Nicole was putting the finishing touches on everything, the empty boxes stacked by the door when her dad came in. "Hey kiddo. It's about dinner time, I was thinking you could take me to the diner. Have a good first dinner." She smiled thinking about the shake and Samantha, her waitress. Wasn't there something weird about her? She couldn't really remember. "Sure thing dad, I'll be right down." She put on a short white sundress with one of those big floppy sunhats. It was very casual, just like the other ladies. She looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe she was too thin...she certainly didn't fill out the dress like the Wellington women would have. Her dad yelled for her so she ran down the stairs, forgetting the image in the mirror. They arrived at the diner while the sun was setting. It was still packed, large families filling up the place. They slid into one of the few empty booths and weren't seated for a whole five minutes when Samantha came smiling, her belly reaching the table before she did. She had an iced tea in one hand which she set in front of Nicole's dad, and another strawberry milkshake for her. "Here you are George, Nicole. Have you guys decided on what you want to order?" Nicole looked at her shake, frowning. They hadn't even ordered drinks and Samantha had brought her another shake. This would be her third today. She almost asked for an iced tea when she glanced in the glass and was transfixed on the perfect creamy texture. She picked it up and started sipping it down, almost moaning. Furthermore, she had forgotten how good they were in the few hours she hadn't had one. Nicole looked over the menu, starving even though she had filled up earlier. Her mouth was watering just thinking about all the food they had here. "I think I'll have the bacon burger. With extra fries." Her dad looked at her, his mouth open. She was one of those girls who ordered salads and grilled chicken, making sure to give the waitress exact directions on how she wanted it prepared. Ordering a greasy burger was something she hadn't done since she hit puberty. She shrugged and smiled, downing her milkshake as she ate. George would not take his eyes off of her, she thought she might have sprouted antlers or horns and reached up to pat her head. Nothing. They paid the bill and Samantha handed her a to go cup, filled with another strawberry shake. "Its on the house sweetie. Don't worry about it." Samantha winked at her as she took her phone out, sending a text to Mayor Pactum telling him that she had just sent Nicole off with her fourth shake. By the time they got home, it was dark out. The stars were twinkling in the sky and the air smelled fresh. Nicole did a little twirl before walking into the house, feeling giddy. She didn't know why, but she ran with it. "Thanks for dinner daddy." She hugged him, something she hadn't done for a very long time and ran up the stairs. He smiled. Also, something he hadn't done for a very long time. Nicole opened her bay windows letting the night air in and slipped her dress off. Tonight was another night that she was happy to sleep naked. Nicole climbed onto her bed and lay back against her big white pillows, turning on the TV. She squealed with delight when it turned on to Cook That For Him! Her body was still so sensitive, she watched a blonde woman on the TV, with huge tits squeezed into an apron, making Boston Cream Pie. Whipped cream was stuck delicately to her round breasts as she giggled and showed Nicole the secret ingredient she included in the pie. Nicole rubbed her small breasts, pushed her hand against her flat stomach, moaning and writhing around on the bed. Never taking her eyes off of the TV. Hours later when How Many Is In There? Was ending, Nicole finally came. Earth-shattering orgasms wracked her body, one after the other, making her moan low and long. She fell asleep, content. A smile on her face, she dreamed of things she never had before. Babies, bellies, breasts, Chris. It was the most peaceful sleep she thinks she had ever had. It was hard for her to wake up, but when she did her world had started the transformation she never knew it would take. She opened her eyes, her head was throbbing. Her body felt tight, tingly, entirely too small. She turned her head and opened her mouth, much like a baby who was getting ready to feed from its mothers meet. Her mouth was searching for a cock head, her throat was begging to be coated with cum. Where was the cock? Where was her cum? Then she sat up so fast it made her dizzy. What was that? One of the strangest things she had ever experienced, waking up just looking for a cock to suckle on. She had obviously stayed up way too late watching TV. Her head was hurting, but she didn't have time to worry about that. She only had an hour to get ready for having to head to City Hall. She was excited about her first day of work, excited to see Chris again. Today she wore a dress she thought might help her fit in a little better. She put it on and noticed it was a little more snug than usual on her ass. She turned looking in the mirror wondering if it looked bigger or if she was just paranoid. She had a small ass that was firm and fit. But today she bent over slightly and shook, watching it jiggle the tiniest bit. She really needed to slow down on the shakes. She turned the TV on as she finished getting ready, How To Be A Wellington Mother was on, and she gazed longingly at the mothers with their big bellies and handfuls of children. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad having a child or two of her own. She was confused by the thought, but tried not thinking too much about it seeing as her head was already pounding. Her body still felt highly attuned, like if she rubbed against something, she might start purring like a cat. In fact, her nipples were still hard no matter how hard she tried not to think about anything sexually related. It was time to go, and she waited in the car while her dad packed himself some lunch. She was eager to go into work, to start on a job that would hopefully lead to a fulfilling career. Even though Candy was an expert cocksucker, it was taking Chris a long time to cum. His mind was elsewhere. It was on his new little project Nicole. George hadn't spoken about how cite she was or her shy disposition. George told him of a girl that was trouble and didn't listen to authority. It looks maybe Nicole only had a problem with her dad. She was an angel all day. Candy's jaw eventually got tired, and she decided to do some dirty talk to get the mayor over the edge. She reminded him of her current pregnancy and his responsibility for it. After two or three, "I am so glad I let you knock me up's, he came and Candy didn't let a drop hit the ground. While he was zipping up his trousers, he talked to Candy. "So I'm thinking a welcome present for Nicole."" Sure," Candy replied inspecting her body and dress for any errant strings of cum. He went deep in thought and then piped up, "I got it. Why don't you stop at the Swell Spa? Pick up a basket of lotions and soaps. I'm sure she must be using whatever they brought with them from the city." Candy nodded realizing it was pretty much an order. "The body wash is what gave this cute little funny!" She told her underwear to the side to show the mayor the wet, naked slit he had fucked into motherhood one week ago." Good, settled then. I also need you to help out. If it's my guess, she's going to né honeying for cum pretty bad tomorrow." He wished Candy a goodnight and sent a text to Nicole's father. Just to make sure, he thought. **The next morning Chris Pactum sat in his office undoing his purple tie. It was sweltering hot today, and he undid the top button on his matching indigo dress shirt. When Nicole and her father spun through the revolving door, Candy buzzed him. "They're here, sir." He smiled and got up to go meet them. By the time he was out of his office, Candy was already making a big presentation of the gift basket. "Just a little something from all of us here because you're so cute, I mean, so new. Welcome!" She giggled something farce and her boobs shook. Chris did allow himself a brief pause as to just what would happen when they started to fill with milk." Have a relaxing evening?" He asked Nicole. She told him about going to the diner and watching TV. "Well! That's great you're fitting in so fast!" Nicole's father grumbled at that point and said his goodbyes. The smile on Nicole's face was so precious. It was the same smile she had after brilliant bout of direction at the studio. "I'm afraid today is mostly an office day. But the good news is you'll be spending a lot of time with Candy. Speaking of which, Candy can I see to in my office real quick?" The blonde nodded. "Just be a second, have a seat Nicole." The mayor wasted no time. He ordered Candy on her knees. When he had seen Nicole bend over to pick up the basket he saw her new ass. It had given him an instant pardon. Her nipples had been visible through the brown fabric the whole time. Had she driven with George like that? Candy smoked and was about to use her perfect swollen lips on his engorged purple head. He needed to go get some chocolate shakes her reminded himself. Nicole would deserve another inch or two." No, no,"He told his secretary. "I'm just going to do it." Chris huffed and tugged until he was ready to cum. Candy stuck out her tongue and the mayor let loose. Most of the hot ropes of jazz landed in her mouth. Some on her neck and a large dollop clung to her ear. Candy started to find and eat the miscellaneous blobs, but Chris grabbed her hand. "Don't do anything with that one." He instructed her pointing to a large blob on her bare shoulder. It was milky white and thick. Impossible to miss." I'm going to stay here. You go with Nicole to HR. She needs an employee badge in case she wants to get in after hours. I'm sure she has forms to fill out too." The bimbo turned on her heels, got up and walked to the door. "Oh and Candy!" Her head reared around." Be gentle with her, you must remember how overwhelming this town can be for the first couple days. Help her out as MUCH as you can." He winked and went to his desk. He typed up an email to the director at yesterdays shoot thanking him for being so inclusive. Furthermore, he was going to be surprised when he took lunch how much his current female cast would take an interest in him. The text and email system was great. He loved getting updates about what so-and-so ordered from the diner. Samantha was a great informant. The Candy Shop owner always told him which girls walked out empty-handed. It meant they needed more water and more dairy. It would be a long couple of hours until he saw Nicole again. He could hardly contain his excitement. Nicole walked into the office and was greeted by a smiling Candy in a tube top. Nicole hadn't realized exactly how big Candy's tits were until she saw how they were just about bursting out of it. She gave her a beautiful gift basket from The Wellington Spa, filled with goodies. Nicole couldn't wait to open it up later when she got in the shower. She was feeling exquisite in her tight brown dress, she didn't notice her nipples standing strongly against the fabric. Chris came out to greet here, telling her today would be a regular office day. He called Candy into his office, showing Nicole to her new desk. She watched them go into his office, the way Candy was bouncing and giggling made her wonder what their meeting was going to be about exactly. She placed her gift basket under her desk and started to set the pictures and knick-knacks she brought to put on her desk. Furthermore, she contemplated going to see her dads' office when Candy walked out looking flushed. Nicole didn't even see Chris, she just saw the door shut as Candy bounced to her desk. "Hey honey. We're going to HR to get you a badge and finish getting your forms filled out." They walked to HR and Nicole let Candy take the reins, introducing her around and getting all the papers she needed. Nicole snapped a quick photo and was waiting for her badge to get laminated when some strange things happened. "You're probably going to need a new picture by the end of the month." Candy winked at her and Nicole shook her head and was going to ask what she meant when a young guy walked up to them with Nicole's badge. "Hey Candy. Hey Nicole. Candy, congrats on the baby! I just heard from Mrs. Pactum." Nicole was shocked into silence. Candy was pregnant and in the same sentence she had heard the first mention of Chris's wife. Candy gushed out her thanks and steered Nicole upstairs rather quickly. When they reached her desk, Nicole turned to congratulate Candy when she noticed a white glob resting on the back of her shoulder. It looked strangely familiar, almost like... "Candy you have something..." Nicole reached out and delicately picked up the white gooey glob on her index finger, Candy staring at her intently. Nicole stared into her eyes as she brought the glob to her mouth. Holy shit. She had never tasted anything like it. The taste exploded in her mouth reaching every corner of her taste buds. It shocked her system and Candy shuddered just watching her. Then she smiled and walked back to her desk outside the Mayors office. Nicole sat down slowly wondering if that was what she thought it was. If it was, she hadn't expected it to taste anything like that. She brought out some of the papers she was supposed to be stamping and stapling together for Chris and took a deep breath. That was weird...her brought felt tighter all of a sudden. Not exactly uncomfortable but it dug into her skin when she inhaled. She really did need to lighten up on all the milkshakes. Candy had texted the mayor about the cum incident. It was so thrilling for Candy to be involved like this in bringing Nicole into the Wellington fold. The mayor asked for details and Candy told her how she looked at. She must have known what it was! I bet her brain was all, that's cum - don't eat cum. But she did anyway! Mayor smiled and adjusted his crotch. Her semen addiction was coming along nicely then if Nicole was putting strange white liquids in her mouth. He decided it was time to rejoin the girls. He sent his erection down his left pant leg and headed out the door. If anyone stared, they'd notice the slight tent. He didn't really care, but he would send Nicole to the diner for some chocolate milkshakes." Why hello, you two!" He beamed as he opened the door and saw both of them at 'work' at their desks. He had caught Candy tracing pregnant tummies on the celebs in the supermarket magazine on her desk. Nicole, though, did look like she was at work. When not itching her bra strap. Wow, she's really taking to the shakes. Candy took nearly 10 full wad blowjobs before getting a much in the way of breast expansion." Nicole," he walked over. With her in the desk, he head was at direct level with his crotch. He wondered if she could smell the cum that still must be on him after his fun with Candy. Last thing he needed was her tearing his pants off to get at it. "I need you to pop by Samantha at the Diner. It's a block or two down. I need 3 chocolate milkshakes. Tell her to put it on my tab. Tell her to make them extra strong, would you." He had the whole plan drawn out. Nicole in his office. He'd change into some shorts. He'd talk to her like he had on her arrival and gulp away. If Sam did her part, she would surely notice the creeping member. It was wicked, but he couldn't resist at this point." But before you go, tell me, did you dad get the Swell TV hooked up?" He asked as he grabbed a chair from beside her desk and sat down. "I was so wrong on Guess How Many!" He said slapping his thigh. "I was yelling at the TV, 4! 4! And when they said only twins, the missus was like, 'I bet they are 3rd graders in there then.'" He saw her reaction to mentioning the wife. "You know, someday soon we should have you over to the mansion. You and your dad, or maybe just you." Truth be told, he wasn't sure if he wanted George to have too much more contact with Nicole. It was inevitable, and he certainly had done his part getting her to the diner. But he had a lingering suspicion that when it came time to make his poor little girl waddle.he'd puss out. Chris had invited many of his "conquests" to meet the wife before. She rarely minded. Mrs. Pactum was a figurehead mostly. They were pleasant to each other, but during his initiation of new arrivals they almost didn't speak. Nicole was finishing up the huge stack of papers, they were all letters with information about the annual carnival coming up shortly. It sounded like it was going to be a blast, actually. She wondered if she would have to work the week it was held or if she would be allowed to go as a guest. Chris came out smiling his best smile, and Nicole instantly sighed. He was just so damn handsome. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't help but stare and enjoy what she was looking at. Chris was certainly what her mother used to call 'Man Candy.' He walked over to her desk, standing to her right. He asked her to pick up three chocolate shakes from the diner and when Nicole turned to answer, his crotch was just inches from her face! She stared at it, mesmerized. If she wasn't mistaken, he seemed to have an erection, growing down his pant leg. Her eyes widened, and she wondered if his cock was really that big. Could anyone's cock be that big? The closest she could recall came from another Wellington man, one whom she had directed to cum into some bimbo's mouth. Before she could inspect it any further, he sat down at a chair next to her desk and asked if she had seen Guess How Many! She had in fact seen it, and had brought herself to orgasm by the end when they announced the woman was having twins. Not that Chris would ever need to know that. She nodded her head, but stopped abruptly when he brought up Mrs. Pactum. Why didn't he mention her yesterday? Because it's none of your business. It really wasn't, and it wasn't fair of her to be jealous of a woman whom she hadn't even met yet. But seriously, if she was getting Chris's cock, wouldn't anyone be jealous? Nicole had always been attracted to huge cocks. She knew most girls her size shied away from big cocks, with her tiny frame it was kind of daunting. But she enjoyed the pain of being stretched to her limits and beyond by a big, meaty, man cock. Thinking about it was making her sweat a bit. She again nodded politely at the invitation to the mansion and got up to walk to the diner. She could have borrowed her dad's car, but it was so nice outside, and she obviously needed the exercise if her ass was getting snug in her clothes and her breasts tight in her bra. The sun was out and so were the residents of Wellington. They all seemed to know who she was and were very polite, but looked at her as if she was another being entirely. She made it to Samantha's diner after a short while, the heels didn't let her walk too fast. Some people waved at her from their booths, and she awkwardly waved back, but smiled all the same. "Hi Samantha. Mayor Pactum wants three chocolate shakes, and he said he wants them...extra strong. Which I don't know what exactly he means by that but-" Nicole told the very pregnant waitress who just cut her off and nodded. Nicole guessed she knew what "extra strong" meant. She crossed her arms and loved the way it pushed her breasts together, bringing a slight smile to her face. She tapped her heeled foot, knowing she would have to walk back faster if she wanted to make it back before the shakes melted. Furthermore, she took the drink carrier carefully, thanked Samantha, and made her way back to City Hall. After changing into some shorts and dock shoes, Chris sat talking with Candy about baby names while they waited for Nicole. He was trying to convince her that "Peanut" was a nickname, not something you put on the birth certificate. Candy could be really dizzy at times, but Chris knew she'd come around as she swelled with her new baby. She'd watched her fair share of Swell TV. Motherhood and taking care of a home would come 'naturally' to her. She had barely needed the TV to get her in the proper whore frame of mind. Her previous life must have been filled with plenty of sexual encounters. It made him wander about Nicole's history. She wasn't a virgin. He could tell that. It was obvious the way she had taken command at the TV studio. Was it just some dumb high school boy that stole her cherry? Or had she been fucking around, and it was one reason George had decided that she needed some adjusting? He didn't have to wander to long as he heard Nicole's heels clacking along the tile of the city hall floor. "Ah! Thank you, my dear! I'm famished." He accepted the tray of shakes from her. Chris leaned in, "Don't tell anyone they are all for me." He winked at her. "Nicole, come with me." He pushed the door to his office open, sat the drinks on his desk and took a seat in his chair. "Have a seat, dear." He instructed her. He pointed to the same chair she had sat and listened to his lecture and drank the Wellington Springs water. Furthermore, he wondered if she could smell her leftovers in the chair. No one had sat in it since her." So, I bet you can tell we've got the Swell Times Carnival coming up," he started. "It should be a grand time. Our very first carnival. It's not for a week so we have plenty of time to get ready." He grabbed the first shake, opened the lid and tipped it back. Before he set it back down he had finished more than half. He let out a loud belch. "Whoops! Excuse me. Didn't realize I was that thirsty and hungry. I usually don't make a habit of drinking my lunch, but we are just so busy around here." He smiled. "But that's one of the reasons you're here! To help us!" Chris stood up and walked around his desk. He sat on the edge facing Nicole. "So let me tell you my plans..." And with that he began to tell Nicole all of his ideas for the carnival. Of course, he left out the all the chemical and mental properties of the events. The boys in the lab were busy trying to figure out how to squeeze every drop of feminine or bimbo-y goodness out of everything tied to the carnival. Chris just talked about how he wanted it to be both for young lovers and also good-natured family fun. He had finished his first milkshake in no time, and he needed to remind himself to send Samantha a thank-you. They were very, very rich. He started sucking on the second milkshake as he asked Nicole what experience she had with carnivals and what events or rides she would like to see. It was about that time that the pang of pain in his lower abdomen started. It was the tell-tale sign of.the lengthening. He had given the researcher that found the secret a harem of women. It really was a charity project. He took 4 17-year-old girls out of foster care (they had also survived countless years in an orphanage), got them into Wellington shape, they turned 18, and he gave them to the researcher. What had a man done to deserve 4 young totally subservient beauties? He had discovered a way to grow the human penis naturally and increase sperm production. A fine trade in anyone's opinion. He put it in the chocolate vats. The candies, the shakes, everything. So as he sat talking and chatting with Nicole, Chris' already nearly seven inch cock started creaking to life. He wasn't getting hard, it was flaccid. But it was growing and by the pain in his gut he was sure that by the time he started the third shake it would outgrow the leg of his shorts and be visible to Nicole." This needs to be the event of the year. Something everyone wants to be a part of. I expect a long volunteer list." He was just stalling now. Trying to buy time until he got to that third shake. He tossed the second milkshake in the trash beside his desk. Chris had underestimated his starting length. As his lips met the straw, his purple cock head was totally exposed down his right short leg. He kept sucking on the straw. It would probably add nearly three inches of length and an untold amount of girth to his tool once he had finished this milkshake. He was interrupted by Candy on the intercom. "Sir? It's Sgt. Mitchell on line 3." He put a finger up to Nicole indicating one minute. He leaned across his desk and picked up the phone. "Howdy Officer?" The cop was calling to tell the mayor he had to shut down another underground semen station in The Alley. Chris looked over at Nicole. The officer was talking awfully loud on his end of the phone. The semen stations were mostly vats of cum with straws or tubes that women paid money to sit and drink from. There were stations for the severely addicted, but they had to be sanctioned by the city. The illegal competition was fierce. The officer was describing the size of the tank and the women at the station in vivid detail." Great job, Mitchell. Keep up the great work. But I'm in a meeting. Email me." He hung up, "Where was I?" He resumed talking about the carnival. While talking, he had decided that depending on how the interaction with his cock went, he might send her home early. Let her get at the gift basket. Watch some TV. Talk with her father. Think happy thoughts. But it was still up in the air." What do you think, Nicole?" Candy sent him a text. Were those shakes all for you? I'm so jealous of her! To the read it with a smile. Candy must have known his intentions when he had sent Nicole to the diner for them.

Journey to Swellington (Gman & Kara)|rating:3.0

The family that plays together....(Danielle and MessedupRp)

Rebecca and Isabelle were not the typical family. They were mother and daughter respectively, but that was where the 'family' ended. The 30-year-old Rebecca was a Bisexual divorcee, her marriage ended when he caught her not only in the arms of another, but with a woman. She began a Dome and sub relationship with a woman a few years before that and her Mistress rapidly took over Rebecca's life and in particular, her sex life. It was she that decreed that her daughter Isabelle would be initiated into sex, not at the hands of a male, but with her own mother. Isabelle at first naturally resisted, but Rebecca begged and pleaded, finally seducing her and eventually deflowered her. Isabelle never had sex with anyone else but her own mother from then on. Mother and Daughter's social life, however limited due to what went on behind closed doors, stayed relatively quiet until Rebecca got word from her thought to be former Mistress. Apparently not only had she returned, but was insisting that she come to live with Rebecca and Isabelle and bring her teenage daughter as well. Rebecca had only rarely met her Mistress's daughter, but her and Isabelle new she was a dome as well.Finally, the day came. Rebecca and Isabelle both sat on their knees naked with ball gags in their mouths.... Rebecca had tied Isabelle's hands behind her back and bound her ankles then tied herself up as well. Both were trembling and staring at each other ..... Mistress ordered them both to strip, tie themselves up and be kneeling when her and her daughter arrived as a sign of their submissiveness.... Suddenly, the front door opened.... Cindy smiled sweetly as they walked in. She was dressed in a bright yellow sundress.her bright red hair curling softly. Her green eyes piercing them like they always had. Her face had soft features and looked seemingly ageless. Her daughter Kate walked in behind her and stepped around to see her new slut. She smiled just like her mother. For a nineteen-year-old, she was attractive. She was dressed in a black crop top and denim short shorts. Showing off her toned ass and black boots. She had on a thin line of eyeliner that made her eyes gorgeous. Her tits and ass were big for her age. Much like her mother. She wore a collar with small spikes on her neck and had a few piercings. Two in her navel which drew attention to her hot toned body. She stepped up beside her mother. "Who did I get again mommy?" Kate smiled "I think we'll hear who they want first" each girl steps forward and removes the ball gag from one of the two tied up, Cindy: "well sluts... Who do each of you want to be your mistress" Rebecca and Isabelle were both impressed and embarrassed as the two walked in? Impressed because both mother and daughter were gorgeous but embarrassed because they knelt totally naked before them, like carnival prizes. Rebecca licked her lips as her gag was taken out. "If it's alright with you Mistress," she said looking straight up at Cindy..." Since you owned me before I would be honored to have you once again...." Isabelle's gag was taken out...she stared up at the very attractive but still very dominating teenager." I.... I... I guess I belong to you Mistress Kate," she stammered. Again, aside from her mother she hadn't had sex with anyone else, but Rebecca had taught her how to behave and submit. Both bound, and kneeling women stayed where they were as they were both looked over, their nipples rock hard. Rebecca had 36D breasts, but Isabelle was gifted with 38's. Both were brunettes and both were tanned and toned..... Dangerous Danielle said: Rebecca and Isabelle were both impressed and embarrassed as the two walked in. Impressed because both mother and daughter were gorgeous but embarrassed because they knelt totally naked before them, like carnival prizes. Rebecca licked her lips as her gag was taken out. "If it's alright with you Mistress," she said looking straight up at Cindy..." Since you owned me before I would be honored to have you once again...." Isabelle's gag was taken out...she stared up at the very attractive but still very dominating teenager. "I.... I... I guess I belong to you Mistress Kate," she stammered. Again, aside from her mother she hadn't had sex with anyone else, but Rebecca had taught her how to behave and submit. Both bound, and kneeling women stayed where they were as they were both looked over, their nipples rock hard. Rebecca had 36D breasts, but Isabelle was gifted with 38's. Both were brunettes and both were tanned and toned..... Click to expand... Cindy and Kate were both redheads. Cindy had piercing Jade green eyes while Kate's were more an emerald color. Both of the girls were very fit and toned. Kate's boobs were only slightly smaller than her mother's at 35D, but her ass was bigger and both were very firm. Cindy had 39's and was proud of them. She smiled and took two tiny pieces of paper out of a bag. She unfolded them and held them up to the two bound women. "One if this has my name and one has my daughter's. Read who yours says and say it back to me" Kate held up the second piece to Isabelle while Cindy held one up to Rebecca(I'm letting you decide the pairing... Don't get used to this much choice) Both mother and daughter domes were sexy as hell, but as subs Rebecca and Isabelle remained silent....both knew as subs it was not smart to speak until spoken to..... Isabelle's ass still stung from the paddling she took from Rebecca after making that mistake...... Rebecca gazed at the paper in front of her. "I belong to you Mistress Cindy....my body is now yours....." Isabelle looked at hers....." I'm yours Mistress Kate..... I'm your sex slave..." Isabelle gazed at Katy's tits...although smaller, her teenage frame made them appear larger. Of course Isabelle was kidded and made fun of since she started developing at the end of 6th grade and was wearing a size 38D bra by her senior year of high school.... So it was now settled....both mothers and daughters were now paired up..... Rebecca struggled with her ropes, wishing she hadn't tied herself up so tight and Isabelle was likewise struggling, both knowing their training as sex slaves was soon to begin.... Dangerous Danielle said: Both mother and daughter domes were sexy as hell, but as subs Rebecca and Isabelle remained silent....both knew as subs it was not smart to speak until spoken to..... Isabelle's ass still stung from the paddling she took from Rebecca after making that mistake...... Rebecca gazed at the paper in front of her. "I belong to you Mistress Cindy....my body is now yours....." Isabelle looked at hers....." I'm yours Mistress Kate..... I'm your sex slave..." Isabelle gazed at Katy's tits...although smaller, her teenage frame made them appear larger. Of course Isabelle was kidded and made fun of since she started developing at the end of 6th grade and was wearing a size 38D bra by her senior year of high school.... So it was now settled....both mothers and daughters were now paired up..... Rebecca struggled with her ropes, wishing she hadn't tied herself up so tight and Isabelle was likewise struggling, both knowing their training as sex slaves was soon to begin.... [/nipple. Cindy took her dress off to reveal her underwear and smiled "we kept our most necessary sex toys in these backpacks. Tomorrow we'll unload our car. Kate baby, I'll go to play with Rebecca here. You take Isabelle upstairs and go to her room" As Cindy slowly unties Rebecca, smiling and biting the air sensually. Kate picked up Isabelle easily in her one arm and began walking her upstairs "damn you are light. All your weight must come from these gorgeous boobs" she lightly squeezed one and pinched the nipple Click to expand... Rebecca almost forgot how hot her Mistress looked.....her skin tone was a delicious tan and a well curved body. She could hardly wait to see her again in full nakedness, but Rebecca knew as a slave she could only hope..... Kate pulled Isabelle up, still bound so she was forced to bunny hop upstairs....she looked back down at Rebecca as if to say, 'Mom? Help...." Isabelle gave out a little squeal as her new owner squeezed her nipple...."thank you, Mistress," she replied....she could tell by the look on Rebecca's face that she was slightly nervous, even after belonging to the same woman, but Isabelle was more so....."we.....what are you going to do with me?," she asked as the arrived at Isabelle's bedroom. She looked around and was embarrassed to see the glimmer of a pair of handcuffs attached to rope just peeking out from under her bed from the last time Rebecca tied her up.... Isabelle was hoping it wasn't seen.... Rebecca gazed at her owner. "It's been a long time Mistress," she said smiling...." I'm so ready to be your sex slave again...." She had barely noticed her nipples had hardened like stone and her pussy was moist.... Kate smiled and laid her on the bed, dropping her backpack on the ground "I'll tie you up later, maybe tomorrow. Right now. I want my good little whore to take off my clothes and worship every part of my body with her mouth." As she spoke she stripped to her bra and panties. She untied Isabelle, leaving her hands tied and stroked her cheek "remember pet... Obedience will lead to a happy life as my slut... I am much more forgiving than my mother. Now get to work" she laid down on the bed. Cindy smiled and finished untying the knots. She slid her panties off and dropped her bra. She picked the panties back up and put them over her submissive's head like a mask "smell your mistress' wet pussy... You'll be tasting this soon. So will your pretty little daughter" Kate was a beauty, a teenage wet dream..... Isabelle stared as the teenage dome stripped down to her bra and panties then laid on Isabelle bed on her back. With her hands still bound behind her back, Isabelle got on her knees on the bed, slowly pulling down the girl's panties with her teeth. Wrestling them off her feet, she got back up and chewed at the bra straps and eventually managed to take it off. Katy's nipples were a delicious dark brown with tan areolas and her dome's vagina was freshly shaved. Isabelle went to work, curling her tongue and slipping it inside the girl's pussy, pumping her..... Rebecca gave out a sigh as her owner stripped in front of her. She was untied by now but knew from previous experience with Cindy that she dare not make a move without permission. The panties now over Rebecca's head smelled deliciously like wet sex....." It smells and tastes delicious Mistress," she remarked but wondered for a moment what Cindy meant when she mentioned Isabelle. Did that mean they might switch off? Rebecca knew what Cindy was capable of...... Dangerous Danielle said: Kate was a beauty, a teenage wet dream..... Isabelle stared as the teenage dome stripped down to her bra and panties then laid on Isabelle bed on her back. With her hands still bound behind her back, Isabelle got on her knees on the bed, slowly pulling down the girl's panties with her teeth. Wrestling them off her feet, she got back up and chewed at the bra straps and eventually managed to take it off. Katy's nipples were a delicious dark brown with tan areolas and her dome's vagina was freshly shaved. Isabelle went to work, curling her tongue and slipping it inside the girl's pussy, pumping her..... Rebecca gave out a sigh as her owner stripped in front of her. She was untied by now but knew from previous experience with Cindy that she dare not make a move without permission. The panties now over Rebecca's head smelled deliciously like wet sex..... "It smells and tastes delicious Mistress," she remarked but wondered for a moment what Cindy meant when she mentioned Isabelle. Did that mean they might switch off? Rebecca knew what Cindy was capable of...... Click to expand... Kate got up. On her elbows and pulled her slave's head away from her pussy "you're very good with your tongue whore... But I want you to worship the rest of my body first. Make me nice and wet"Cindy smiled down at her slave and nodded "don't worry... I plan to play with her only when Katie is there, she will be left to keep me in check... No, when she's a nice obedient slave like you. I might borrow her for an evening and let Katie have her fun with you... Maybe I'll let her use you sooner... But for now. I have some fun things for us" she grabbed a black plastic box and opened the latches. Rebecca knew the box... The shock torture box. Isabelle rose up and french kissed her new owner, then slowly traveled down the middle of her body with her tongue, gliding it through Katy's cleavage as she reached up and gently tweaked her nipples. Continuing down, she tongues bathed Katy down to her belly button, swirling around it with her tongue as she gently slipped a finger inside and started masturbating her.... The idea of being used by both mother and daughter was making Rebecca wetter...she prayed that her owner wouldn't see or smelled it.... Then another sensation came across Rebecca, a sensation of fear and apprehension as she saw the black box. She knew from experiences with Cindy exactly what it was....a kind of electrical torture device....like a 'Tens Unit' but much more powerful, like the size physical therapists uses....." Oh God," Rebecca said in a whisper....she knew she would be screaming soon..... "I hope this makes you even wetter for when we play" she tied her slave up with her and above her head and her feet pulled all the way back. She attached the electrodes all along her body and then took her favorites out. She finally attached clamps to each nipple and each of her pussy lips. One on her clit, each with a wire trailing to the machine. She pushed a special foam gag into Rebecca's mouth. Custom-made, soundproofed yet allowing her to breath normally. "Remember now... Short, controlled bursts" she turned the machine on and the electricity arced through the slave briefly before she turned it off again. Kate moaned softly, she loved the taste of the girl's mouth. She loved the feel of her skin and her tongue and she loved how she ate her pussy "mm yes slut... Ooh, I like you... Mm, keep this up, and I will keep you for a long time" she moaned again and pulled the girl's head into her pussy "take those fucking fingers out and make me cum with your mouth". When Rebecca first convinced her then husband to buy the house, she made sure their master bedroom was on the first floor with their daughter on the top....ignorance was not only bliss, but deaf as well..... Out of the corner of an eye, Rebecca watched as Isabelle disappeared in the bedroom along with Katy. She wondered if her daughter's Mistress would be any easier on her than Cindy had been with her. As a dome Mistress, Cindy could be very passionate, but she had her more sadistic moments as well. Rebecca brought Cindy into her bedroom and her owner closed and locked the door. Rebecca was laid out on her back on the bed, her wrists tied to the bed frame above her head. Naked and bound, she almost forgot just how helpless and vulnerable she felt.... Rebecca gave out yelps as the clamps bit into her nipples and pussy flesh.....as her owner brought over the gag, Rebecca shook her head, pleading...."please Mistress....please don't...." Her pleads were ignored as the gag was inserted....."MMMMMMMMPH!!!" she moaned as she felt current going through her tits and vagina...."MMMMMMMPH!!!" Isabelle was, thanks to Rebecca teaching, talented indeed. She laid down on her belly between Katy's thighs and nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips before slipping her tongue deep inside..... Dangerous Danielle said: When Rebecca first convinced her then husband to buy the house, she made sure their master bedroom was on the first floor with their daughter on the top....ignorance was not only bliss, but deaf as well..... Out of the corner of an eye, Rebecca watched as Isabelle disappeared in the bedroom along with Katy. She wondered if her daughter's Mistress would be any easier on her than Cindy had been with her. As a dome Mistress, Cindy could be very passionate, but she had her more sadistic moments as well. Rebecca brought Cindy into her bedroom and her owner closed and locked the door. Rebecca was laid out on her back on the bed, her wrists tied to the bed frame above her head. Naked and bound, she almost forgot just how helpless and vulnerable she felt.... Rebecca gave out yelps as the clamps bit into her nipples and pussy flesh.....as her owner brought over the gag, Rebecca shook her head, pleading...."please Mistress....please don't...." Her pleads were ignored as the gag was inserted..... "MMMMMMMMPH!!!" she moaned as she felt current going through her tits and vagina...."MMMMMMMPH!!!" Isabelle was, thanks to Rebecca teaching, talented indeed. She laid down on her belly between Katy's thighs and nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips before slipping her tongue deep inside..... Click to expand... Cindy smiled. The electricity had been flowing for only two seconds, but that was plenty when you were being shocked. After two more shocks she took Rebecca's gag off and pet her hair "are you ready to apologize now for leaving mistress all those years ago after college?" Kate moaned louder and louder. Her mother hand been edging her for two days before they came here and all the way here on the way down. She squealed and bent over. Holding Isabelle's head into her pussy as she finally had her orgasm. Squirting and cumming in her mouth "swallow my CYM slut. Lick my pussy clean then beg for more." Instant fire went through Rebecca's body....of all the things she hoped her owner had forgotten, this was on the top of the list...."y-y-y-y-yes," she panted, gasping as the gag was taken out, her tits still heaving as she breathed....." Yes m-m-mistress.....please forgive me for leaving you.... I was such a bad slut...."she would say anything......anything...not to experience this again..... If it's one thing Rebecca had taught Isabelle, it was pussy eating, and it showed. She looked up at her owner's face as Kate closed her eyes, her body stiffened, and she exploded, sending a wave of nectar directly into Isabelle's waiting mouth. The slave eagerly let it glide down her throat, then licked the teen dome's pussy clean."please Mistress," she pleaded, gently playing with Kate's nipples....." Please let me you again....." Dangerous Danielle said: Instant fire went through Rebecca's body....of all the things she hoped her owner had forgotten, this was on the top of the list.... "y-y-y-y-yes," she panted, gasping as the gag was taken out, her tits still heaving as she breathed..... "Yes m-m-mistress.....please forgive me for leaving you.... I was such a bad slut...." she would say anything......anything...not to experience this again..... If it's one thing Rebecca had taught Isabelle, it was pussy eating, and it showed. She looked up at her owner's face as Kate closed her eyes, her body stiffened, and she exploded, sending a wave of nectar directly into Isabelle's waiting mouth. The slave eagerly let it glide down her throat, then licked the teen dome's pussy clean. "Please Mistress," she pleaded, gently playing with Kate's nipples....." Please let me you again....." Click to expand... Cindy smiled and held her slave's chin "you're so adorable when you beg like a dog... I brought your old crate you know... I brought your nice little kitten outfit you were in when I sold your mouth of to the football team at that glory hole... Furthermore, I kept it all... Now that you've learned the start of this. We can get back to basics" she took the clamps and electrodes off and then untied Rebecca. Packing the electric toys neatly back in the box. She reaches into her bad and took out a half mask, only covering the eyes and the nose. It looked like a cat, she took out next a pair of cat paw mittens and cat paw shoes. She later all this down in front of Rebecca, last taking out a long polished stone butt plug with a long fluffy tail. She locked an old slave collar on Rebecca and held up a mirror for her to see "welcome back pet" she licked her cheek then stood up "I'll be getting myself some water... You had better be dressed in your kitten outfit by the time I get back." Kate smiled and looked down at the foot of the bed. She had seen the ropes and the handcuffs, but she had enjoyed having the girl eat her pussy "no... I'll be having my way with you now... Mommy said she would be stopping by soon to DP you with my help and I want your ass nice and presentable for her. You'll please me again after that slut. Now get on the bed and bend over" Rebecca was still amazed how easily Cindy could make her submit.....it was if it was only yesterday, and she immediately fell under her owner's spell. Of course, it was far from easy in the beginning.... Rebecca spent hours suspended in her owner's garage, hung by her wrists while devices were shoved in both holes to break her, and break her she did.... Rebecca sighed as she felt the old familiar slave collar being locked around her neck once more, and like before, she knew the collar could not be taken off except by the key that only her owner would have. Rebecca had to go to some lengths to explain what it was around her neck to co-workers the last time she had it on. Rebecca hurriedly put the cat outfit on, saving the butt plug for last....she took a breath, got in doggie style position and pushed the plug into her tight ass. When Cindy returned, Rebecca was on all fours 'measuring' and swishing her tail.... Isabelle was praying that her pussy eating would please her new owner and that she would be spared some of the things Rebecca told her Cindy done to her, but that was not to be. Katy got up and pointed to her new slave to get on the bed on her knees, face down with her tight tanned ass sticking up in the air..... Isabelle did as she was told but was trembling..... Dangerous Danielle said: Rebecca was still amazed how easily Cindy could make her submit.....it was if it was only yesterday, and she immediately fell under her owner's spell. Of course, it was far from easy in the beginning.... Rebecca spent hours suspended in her owner's garage, hung by her wrists while devices were shoved in both holes to break her, and break her she did.... Rebecca sighed as she felt the old familiar slave collar being locked around her neck once more, and like before, she knew the collar could not be taken off except by the key that only her owner would have. Rebecca had to go to some lengths to explain what it was around her neck to co-workers the last time she had it on. Rebecca hurriedly put the cat outfit on, saving the butt plug for last....she took a breath, got in doggie style position and pushed the plug into her tight ass. When Cindy returned, Rebecca was on all fours 'measuring' and swishing her tail.... Isabelle was praying that her pussy eating would please her new owner and that she would be spared some of the things Rebecca told her Cindy done to her, but that was not to be. Katy got up and pointed to her new slave to get on the bed on her knees, face down with her tight tanned ass sticking up in the air..... Isabelle did as she was told but was trembling..... Click to expand... Katie went to her backpack and took from it a few items. Laying them down in front of her slave for her to see... A flogger, a riding crop, a small plastic paddle. A small round butt plug with a big red stone at the bottom where it was present outside of her and a spectrum toy. She grabbed the flogger and tied the girl in that bent position on the bed, using the cuffs and tops to keep her like that. She gave her using her favorite bit-gag and rubbed the flogger on her ass "mommy wants your ass nice and tenderized... Then I'll plug you up nice for her when she arrives" she reared back and slapped her ass with the flogger hard. Cindy smiled. She was now wearing nothing except her big black strap on. Two feet in length and the diameter of a soda can. She had named it "the penetrator" Rebecca was very well-adjusted to the Penetrator. "My cute little kitten is here I see. Come and rub up on my legs. Then suck my big fat cock... I know that little throat of yours can take it down to the base of your throat. About one foot's worth... I expect that at least" Isabelle stared at the items being displayed in front of her....." Oh my God," she whispered.... She stayed in position while Katy tied and cuffed her, then opened her mouth while the bit gag was put in place and secured. Isabelle tried to look behind her as her owner grabbed the flogger....she winced, hoping not to scream as she was being prepared..."MMMMMMPH!......AAAAAARRRRGH!" Rebecca gulped when she saw Cindy return. She was as breathtaking and as gorgeous as she remembered, those beautiful full tits, that slender toned body.....then her eyes focused on the 'thing' that was swaying in the strap on harness her owner was now wearing.....oh SHIT...it was the Penetrator! Rebecca remembered very well how she was broken by the monster, the times she spent wailing as Cindy plowed both her holes with that monster. All she could do was hope that her owner wouldn't take full vengeance out on her with it.... Rebecca did as she was told and crawled over to her owner, purring as she rubbed the side of her neck against her owner's shin, then rose up on her knees just high enough to open her mouth and take the Penetrator in between pursed lips......she gagged as she tried to take as much of the monster in but managed only to mouth about 10 inches.....she prayed that Isabelle would be spared the sight of seeing her humiliated like this..... Katie smiled and slapped each cheek of her slave's ass three times with the flogger. Next she took the paddle and have each cheek another three slap. She smiled as she saw it growing a soft shade of red. She would be done soon. Furthermore, she took the crop now and began her three whacks again. When she completed she smiled "slave you are not only adorable but also so cute. Don't worry. Like I said, I'm more forgiving than mommy is" she walked to the bag and took out a bottle. She set it down on the table where Isabelle could see it "fast acting soothing cream... After mommy and I finish with your DP I'll rub some in your add to reduce the stinging. It works almost instantly and takes all the pain away... But only good girls, who behave during their spectrum testing. Their enema and then their official plugging get the lotion... Understand?" Cindy smiled and strokes Rose's hair "you should consider yourself lucky I have children... My daughter taught me for compassion... You'll need to start training your holes like you used to. I won't fuck your ass tonight. But you won't be excused the next time... Noe gets into Doggie for your evening pounding. Someone standing in the hallway near the front door would be surrounded by sounds of gagging and groaning from one bedroom and yelps coming from upstairs."MMMMMMMPH!!!," Isabelle moaned through the gag as her ass was quickly becoming a nice shade of crimson, her pert cheeks jiggling with every swat....finally she stopped and Isabelle tried to take a breather and looked at the bottle. She wanted it all over her stinging ass but heard Katy mention again about the next plan....she was going to be penetrated by her AND her mother!!! She remembered Rebecca talking about how rough Cindy was with her when she wasn't satisfied.... A spectrum? God, how she hated those things...as for enemas, Isabelle recalled one time when Rebecca bought a large rubber enema bag, filled it with soapy water with a lavender smell, hogtied her and forced it all in her ass, then stuffed a plug in.....she remembered struggling, aching to expel it....." Yes Mistress," she replied weakly...." I understand..." Rebecca was relieved that her tight ass was going to be spared, at least for now, but sooner or later she knew Cindy would send the monster up her ass. The first time she used it on her, Rebecca cried, sobbed and wailed. Her ass was virgin territory until now, and the pain was beyond description. Not wanting to damage her, Cindy pulled out, poured a generous amount of lube in Rebecca's ass and turned her on her side, verrrrry slowly slipping it back inside her ass, laying behind her, grasping her waist and constantly reassuring her, telling Rebecca what a good girl she was....finally at least 12" found its way inside. Rebecca got on all fours awaiting the anal onslaught she knew was coming.... Katie started up with her spectrum work. She gently pushed the device into Isabelle's asshole and pulled it open to the first notch. As it clicked into place. She stroked the girl's hair "ooh you're such a good girl. Yes you are. A very good girl" she slowly clicked it to the second notch and ran her finger along the inside edge of the girl's ass. She was satisfied and clicked it back to the closed position and pulled it out. She planted a kiss on Isabelle's lips and slipped her tongue in "mm who's my good little girl? You are you're my good little pet"She cradled her in her arms like a baby and carried her over to the bathroom. She was still tied up of course. She put her back in the position but Noe in the tub and got an enema bag. It was only half-filled with water. Warm but not hot. She pushed the tube into her ass and let it begin to flow in, slowly rubbing her pussy the whole time "mm when we're done I'm going to get a taste of that little pussy... Would my slave like that? Her mistress's tongue inside of her tight cunt?" Cindy smiled and slowly caressed her pet's Schenck. "Mm do you really expect me to fuck your ass right now? No... You couldn't handle that... You took your punishment for leaving with those electric shocks. Now we can have fun again, as mistress and slave... You would like that wouldn't you?" She kissed her neck and slowly kissed down her back. She took a few licks of Rebecca's pussy then pushed the dildo inside of her slit Isabelle started whimpering and whining while the spectrum was put into her tight ass, but she made no effort to struggle."Thank you, Mistress," she said sobbing, eagerly accepting her owner's tongue in her mouth and jutting out her own to mingle with hers...." I want to be your good little pet," she said in a whispering voice, eager to please but still nervous. Considering the fact that she was around the same age as her slave, Katy was able to pick her up still bound in position and put her in a bathtub, slipped an enema bag in her ass and opened the valve..... Isabelle gave out a series of soft moans as she felt herself becoming filled.... As Katy mentioned tongue exploring her slave's tight pussy, Isabelle nodded her head in agreement..... Cindy was relieved that she wasn't going to be ass fucked---at least not now, anyway---and eagerly spread her thighs wide, rewarded by her owner shoving a dildo deep inside her cunt...."yes......oh God, VESSELS!!!," she hissed, pushing her pelvis up against the dildo, wanting it to burrow deeper..... This was what Rebecca had become under the control of Cindy when they were last together and her body reacted like the dildo was an old family friend...... Dangerous Danielle said: Isabelle started whimpering and whining while the spectrum was put into her tight ass, but she made no effort to struggle. "Thank you, Mistress," she said sobbing, eagerly accepting her owner's tongue in her mouth and jutting out her own to mingle with hers.... "I want to be your good little pet," she said in a whispering voice, eager to please but still nervous. Considering the fact that she was around the same age as her slave, Katy was able to pick her up still bound in position and put her in a bathtub, slipped an enema bag in her ass and opened the valve..... Isabelle gave out a series of soft moans as she felt herself becoming filled.... As Katy mentioned tongue exploring her slave's tight pussy, Isabelle nodded her head in agreement..... Cindy was relieved that she wasn't going to be ass fucked---at least not now, anyway---and eagerly spread her thighs wide, rewarded by her owner shoving a dildo deep inside her cunt.... "yes......oh God, VESSELS!!!," she hissed, pushing her pelvis up against the dildo, wanting it to burrow deeper..... This was what Rebecca had become under the control of Cindy when they were last together and her body reacted like the dildo was an old family friend...... Click to expand... *Cindy smiled and rubbed her clit as she began to thrust* "Cindy... I think I won't DP your daughter tonight. I want to play with you... That will wait until tomorrow" she rammed the dock back in and lifted Rebecca's leg. Putting it over Cindy's shoulder Kate kissed her slave as she pulled out the enema tube. It was all emptied into her ass "go on and squirt that all out for me baby girl" she heard her phone buzz and checked "oh! Mommy isn't going to be double penetrating you tonight baby girl... Seems you'll be getting that lotion now instead of later" Rebecca's moans became louder, almost howling as her owner pumped her with the dildo, the entire length vanishing to the hilt...she didn't hear Cindy talking about not doing the double penetration. It had been too long since her owner had claimed her body with this same dildo, and Rebecca desperately wanted to do anything she could to please her. Lifting one leg over her owner's shoulder, Rebecca's vagina was now a wide open target, now easily penetrated..... Rebecca screamed as she came, squirting a girly gusher....."MISTRESS!," Isabelle yelled...." I'm still tied.... I'm going to explode water all over the bed!!!" The panicked girl tried her best to clench her keel muscles, trying desperately not to leak, but she could feel water dripping....she started crying, then heard Rebecca's screams from downstairs which made her even more scared..... Kate petted Isabelle's head and slowly untied her "baby girl. You're still in the bathtub... Feel free to squirt it out. I'll go see what those screams are" she walked out for a second then walked back in with a smile "just mommy and her pet with a little strap on fun. Nothing to worry about baby girl"Cindy grabbed Rebecca's neck as she thrust. She wasn't done yet. She puled the girl into an upright position. Furthermore, she held her back against her own boobs "did mistress say you could cum slut? Did I say you could shoot your girly juices on the floor? You've been a bad slut all night. You need a punishment" Isabelle sat in the tub whimpering as her ass exploded....by now she was far too weak to make any move to escape out of the tub....."p-p-please Mistress," she begged...." I must've had some poo in my ass.....can I please rinse off?.....please?" Rebecca knew she was in trouble without saying a word, her own pussy was being a traitor....she was wet from the fucking she received and there was no way to conceal it. As she was pulled upright she moaned softly. Even while being punished---and there was no doubt she would be any minute now----Cindy was a mesmerizing, beautiful women and Rebecca knew she would again do anything to please her."no Mistress Cindy," she said almost whimpering in anticipation....."no you did not give me permission to cum....yes I need punishment...."all she could do now was hope that Isabelle wouldn't be made to watch.... Cindy stood her up and pulled her upstairs by her collar. She threw her onto the bed of their room and smiled, texting her daughter "I think Kate will join in with your punishment Rebecca"Kate pet her slut's head and smiled, she checked her phone "oh it seems mommies wants my help for punishing your mommy... So you'll prepare yourself for me... I want you cleaned and dresses in a sexy outfit with your collar on waiting for me when I get back. Otherwise... You come with me to see your mother's punishment." She grabs her bag and walks out. Locking the door." Coming mommy!" Rebecca had no idea what was to follow. Yelping with the sudden ferocity of her owner clutching the collar, she landed on the bed on her side, afraid to turn over to either side.'oh, shit,' her inner voice said.....'you're going to get reamed by BOTH of them...!'"yes Mistress," Isabelle replied, delighted that Kate allowed her to clean herself up, but then she heard the rest of the comment..."what did Rebecca do to get punished?," she asked, not really expecting a reply. She hurriedly did as she was told, rummaging through her dresser and finally deciding on an ultra short mini skirt, a really tight pink top with a super low cleavage shot.....she picked a black lace plunge bra with a matching pair of crotchless black lace panties and 4-inch black heels....with her collar on, of course..... Isabelle's breathing rate increased as she heard the door lock...... Dangerous Danielle said: Rebecca had no idea what was to follow. Yelping with the sudden ferocity of her owner clutching the collar, she landed on the bed on her side, afraid to turn over to either side. 'Oh, shit,' her inner voice said.....'you're going to get reamed by BOTH of them...!' "Yes Mistress," Isabelle replied, delighted that Kate allowed her to clean herself up, but then she heard the rest of the comment... "what did Rebecca do to get punished?," she asked, not really expecting a reply. She hurriedly did as she was told, rummaging through her dresser and finally deciding on an ultra short mini skirt, a really tight pink top with a super low cleavage shot.....she picked a black lace plunge bra with a matching pair of crotchless black lace panties and 4-inch black heels....with her collar on, of course..... Isabelle's breathing rate increased as she heard the door lock...... Click to expand... Katie trotted in and kissed her mother on the lips. She set up three cameras at different angles and smiled "all set mommy" she also had on a dildo a bit smaller than the penetrator. The two crawled on the bed and held her down. Cuffing her hands to the bedposts. Kate pushed her dildo into Rebecca's pussy and Cindy pushed hers in Rebecca's ass."Mm, be glad I didn't make your daughter watch" Rebecca had no idea what to expect, and was still laying on the bed with a confused look on her face when Kate entered the room....she looked around and saw all the cameras in place.....what did Cindy have in mind? Rebecca stared as she saw the strap on harnesses on the two..... She started struggling....."p-p-please Mistress...."she pulled on the cuffs as the two women got in position and rammed dildos in both her holes, her pelvis bouncing up and down with the motions..... Rebecca screamed and squealed as she was impaled, her ass stretched beyond limit.....as the daughter fucked her, Rebecca was praying that she wouldn't have an orgasm, but the double penetration was quickly becoming too much....." Mistress," she begged...."please.... I think I'm gonna......oh God!!....MISTRESS....MISTRESS!!!!!"another half dozen thrusts in her cunt and the struggling mother arched her back and let out a high-pitched shrill scream, yanking at the cuffs.....she came violently, sending out a gusher..... Kate stared in awed silence at the gusher of cum shooting out. Cindy simply smirked and strikes her pet's face "very good girl... You're almost done with your punishment for leaving me. You know what happens when your punishment is over... Furthermore, you get your tender lovemaking"She uncuffed Rebecca and the two dominants stood, Cindy held her daughter close at her side and grabbed a slutty schoolgirl outfit from her bag. It was a flannel short that would be tied off just below the boobs. A tie and a plaid miniskirt. She also took out a yoke that would keep her hands right in front of her face. "Put these on"Meanwhile. Kate took out several boxes. Most of them gray. Rebecca remembered these boxes. The sex toys. Every plug, anal bead, and dildo her mistress had "you're almost done dear... You've been very good so far... Kate go play with your pet... I want to do this myself"Kate nodded and obediently ran back to the bedroom. She smiled at her slave and ran a finger over her collar. She sat down and pulled Isabelle onto her lap. Tracing her breasts with a finger. "You've been a very good slut today Izzy... Mommy taught me that bad sluts get rough punishment... Good sluts get tender love-making. You earned it... Go put on some mood music baby" Rebecca was far too weak from both her multiple orgasms and her anal onslaught....she saw the catholic schoolgirls outfit and shook her head....."oh, shit," she muttered but nevertheless began to put everything on....the plaid pleated skirt was short enough that half her ass cheeks showed....the blouse when tied exposed more than half of her tits. She put on everything except for the yoke, which she would wait for her owner to put on, since it had a lock in the back." Uh oh," she said when she saw the familiar toys and devices.... When Kate returned to Isabelle's bedroom she found her new slave on her knees on the floor, hands on her lap and a ball gag in her mouth.....when her owner seemed pleased enough, she smiled, got up and went to put some music on..... As Isabelle turned on the music and stood up, Kate walked up behind her and gently grabbed her boobs from behind. Squeezing and kneading them. She took the ball gag out of Isabelle's mouth "come sit on my lap" she sat down on the edge of the bed. Cindy smiled and locked the yoke in place. She layers Rebecca down and spread her legs. Tying them open and attaching two leashes to the end of the yoke to keep her in place. She took her own tools, similar to those daughter had been using on her slave earlier when she was expecting a DP, only hers included a few more items for her slaves perfect humiliation "it's time to get your ass back to working order... That means I need to have it nice and tenderized" she flipped the sub over and ran her hand down the woman's ass. Laying out the familiar paddle, flogger, crop, and for her. A thin wooden ruler "you remember how the order works dear. Pick the first tool up in your teeth and present it to me" Isabelle let out a soft moan as her owner grasped her tits and played with them, her nipples instantly becoming hard and pushing against the tight fabric.....licking her lips as the gag was taken out, she giggled and eagerly got on top of her owner's lap, grinding her panty covered ass against Katy's pelvis.... Rebecca remembered the yoke.....it was one of the more humiliating devices in her owner's arsenal....with leashes and rope forcing her legs up and wide apart, both her holes were now fully accessible. Turning her over, Rebecca watched as Cindy spread out some devices.... Shit.....it's been a while. Could she remember which one her owner used first on her ass? Rebecca picked up the ruler in her teeth and deposited it at Cindy's lap..... Kate smiled and kissed Isabelle softly. Slipping in her tongue and exploring her mouth while stroking her back. She actual layer the girl down and took out a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of champagne. She set these out and poured two glasses. Furthermore, she lit several candles and placed them around the room. Turning off the lights. She Lord down, propped on the headboard and sipped her drink. She pulled her slave over gently to have her body partially draped over Kate her hear below Kate's boobs "here. Take your drink" Kate offered her a glass of champagne. Cindy smiled and took it, petting the woman "good girl. Bow this will be five lashes per cheek with this fun little tool" she spanked Rebecca, five times each with the ruler, then five each with the paddle, five each with the flogger and finally three each with the crop. Each was more painful than the last. I told you a while ago to five yourself an enema before I arrived... So now to see if you did" she picked up the spectrum and chuckled. Isabelle was literally purring with delight, enjoying her owner's passionate kisses and returning them herself, their tongues becoming one. She laid down on her side giggling softly as she watched her owner light the candles....she had no idea Katy could be so romantic!"thank you for treating me so wonderfully Mistress," she said, rising up and cradling her tits, aiming them toward her owner's mouth....." I give my body to you freely, to use as you see fit....." Rebecca whined and yelped louder with each device on her tanned and pert ass.....then she remembered....."n-n-n-no Mistress," she said, apologizing....." Isabelle and I were busy preparing the house for the two of you and I forgot to do my enema....." She stared at the spectrum and shivered...... Kate smiled and ran her hand down Isabelle's cleavage, this was perfect. "Mm my little pet girl... You know how to make mistress so wet" she kissed Isabelle again and took a strawberry. She bit it off the stem then kissed Isabelle. Using her tongue to push it into her slave's mouth Cindy asked her slave "mm bad girl... I'll just give you one now. A quick one as it is" she carried her slave into the bathroom Landsat her bent over in the large tub. She pushed the spectrum in place and clicked it to the second notch slowly. She smiled and filled a cup with water, carefully pouting it into the gape. Furthermore, she did this three more times than nodded in satisfaction and pushed in a long butt plug "that's not your real plug darling. That's just the plug to keep that water in for now" she sat up on the edge of the tub and spread her legs "now come here and get your special-slut dessert" For Isabelle, strawberries will for now on hold a special joy for her....she happily chewed and swallowed it, then took one and returned the favor, putting it between her lips and tongue pushing it into her owner's mouth. After that, she took another, bit off the top and placed it just on the edge of her owner's pussy, then bent down to suck and chew it, making sure to eat Kathy as well..... Bending over in the tub, Rebecca sighed as she felt the spectrum opening her ass up then the sensation of warm water being poured inside, then the plug to seal her shut. As she squirmed with her abdomen swollen, she eagerly opened her owner's pussy lips, driving her tongue deep inside.... Kate moaned softly and pulled her slave's head away. She took a sip of her champagne and drizzled it into her slut's waiting mouth, kissing her afterward "mm I think we can have more fun" she took out a can of whipped cream and sprayed some on Isabelle's neck. She leaned in, sucking and licking it off of her. Rebecca moaned and held the woman's face in her pussy. She was horny as hell, and she wanted to cum. Seeing her old flame again had made her full of desire for the woman. She squirted on Rebecca's face and pulled it back "take that plug out right now and drain your ass... I want to make sweet tender love to your sexy body like we did in college" Isabelle let out a squeal of delight, swallowing the fluid....the whipped cream felt so cool and smooth on her neck, her veins pulsating.....she moaned as her owner bathed her neck with her tongue, then took the canister and dove between Katy's thighs." I think we can find another place for the whipped cream," she said as she sprayed a gob of it in her Mistress's pussy and began to lick and suck it all off..... Rebecca loved the taste of Cindy's cum as she swallowed it, relishing the sensation as it flowed down her throat. Popping the plug out and emptying her ass, she went to the bed and laid down on her side...."please enjoy me however you want," she said, opening her legs..... Katie moaned again and pulled her slave back to her "you're just trying to make mistress want you aren't you... Well it's working... How about you give mistress a little strip show and then let mistress play with that tight pink pussy. Cindy crawled onto the bed slowly. Her ass swaying as she neared her slave. Being as sexy as possible. She flipped her over and pushed the small round plug into her ass. Stroking the red sparkling stone "mm so nicely packaged for me" she flipped her slave onto her back and kissed her, kissing down to her neck, sucking and licking until she kissed to her collarbone. Kissing and biting it gently. "Yes Mistress," Isabelle replied smiling as she got off the bed. "Whatever you wish...." She waited until music with a strong bass and pounding beat was on, then stood by the side of the bed. Slowly bending down, her ass facing her owner as she bent down to undo the straps on her heels, then kicked them aside. She swayed back and forth in a gyrating motion, unzipping the skirt, letting it fall to her feet and kicking it away as well. Facing Katy now, Isabelle smiled as she put thumb and fingers on her sides, slowly pulling the crotchless panties down. By now, the only clothing remaining was her tight top. Isabelle gazed straight into her owner's eyes as she put her hands under her tits and pushed them up, then pulled the top off over her head. Now naked, she stood there...... Cindy was as sexy and alluring as she was years before.... Rebecca stared and softly moaned....now on her belly, she looked behind as her owner plugged her ass. Back onto her back, she ran her fingers over the plug her owner had just put in her...." Oh yes Mistress," she said groaning....."use me....oh, GOD, YES SSS!!!.... I'm suitor yours....." Kate smiled and rubbed her day slowly throughout the dance. She set her drink aside and stood up. She got eight up against her slave and pressed their bodies together. Furthermore, she danced in time to the music, rubbing her naked body all over her slave "dance with me Isabelle"Cindy gently placed a finger on her sub's lips "no darling... Don't speak just yet... I want you to only moan for me" she turned the lights down remotely and turned on some smooth jazz -like mother like daughter-she kissed each of her sub's nipples and sucked on one softly "we were meant to be together... As more than just do me and submissive... As lovers" Isabelle instinctively grasped her owner's waist...."Please, Mistress tell me I'm not being wrong in doing this," she said...."if I am, feel free to punish me...." She rubbed her pussy tightly against her owner, feeling the wetness between them..... Rebecca hadn't been treated as gently and as passionately before as she was being now, so she wasn't sure just how to react to what was happening. Cindy was treating her like a lover, not as a slave. She moaned and squealed with delight as her sensitive nipples were sucked on...... Dangerous Danielle said: Isabelle instinctively grasped her owner's waist...."Please, Mistress tell me I'm not being wrong in doing this," she said...."if I am, feel free to punish me...." She rubbed her pussy tightly against her owner, feeling the wetness between them..... Rebecca hadn't been treated as gently and as passionately before as she was being now, so she wasn't sure just how to react to what was happening. Cindy was treating her like a lover, not as a slave. She moaned and squealed with delight as her sensitive nipples were sucked on...... Click to expand... "Mm slave... Just dance with me... Let me make you cum later on" she kept dancing with Isabelle. Rubbing her body against hers. She pulled away and retreated to her bag. Taking out a bottle of oil and a Hitachi wand. She set the wand down and rubbed the oil all over her naked body, making her slick and shiny. She did the same to Isabelle "lay down pet"Cindy kissed down her slaves boobs to her stomach. Licking all over. She slowly drew the most important box to her of all out of the backpack "I want you... As a lover, a slave... A wife" she opened the small box and presented a diamond ring "Rebecca... Will you marry me?" Isabelle squirmed and rolled around on top of her owner, the oil slickly covering both of them....for Isabelle, this was a new and erotically exciting discovery, then she saw the Hitachi......"OOH yes Mistress," she exclaimed....."YES!!!" Rebecca was in heaven, her owner being more like a lover now, and a much better lover than anyone she had before. She was pleasantly surprised at how passionate Cindy was, as if she had put her domineering side of her away. It was simply 2 women in love and enjoying each other's bodies. Rebecca pouted when Cindy got up, but then she saw a small box in her hand. When Cindy opened the box Rebecca couldn't believe her eyes...... She thought about, even fantasized about belonging to this woman for such a long time, so her reply was instantaneous....." Yes," Rebecca said, then louder....."YES CINDY, I'LL MARRY YOU....!" Kate smiled, she loved her pet's new desires for her body. She pulled the girl into a scissoring position and held rubber their pussies together very slowly, moaning softly. She pulled back a bit and set the Hitachi head between them. Without warning, she turned the vibrator onto low. Pressed against both of their pussies. "Aah fuck Isabelle... Mm, tomorrow you and I are going to have some fun bondage plans"Cindy smiled and pulled her slave close. She was overjoyed that she had said yes. She had been carrying that ring since college, the day Rebecca left she had been planning on proposing. Furthermore, she kissed her passionately and slid the ring onto her finger "you are my wife and my slave now... Would you like that? Would you like me to love you passionately and then fuck you like a slut" Isabelle mashed her pussy up against her owner, both now wet....with the Hitachi now placed so it vibrated on both of their cunts, it wasn't long before both began having orgasms....the girls twitched, moaned and came....."OOooooooo," Isabelle moaned....." I can't wait to be tied up and gagged by you...." Rebecca was hoping deep within her heart that someday Cindy would come back into her life....not only had she returned but now something that had only been a dream would finally be a reality." If Mistress will allow me to speak my mind," she replied softly....." Please, I'd like this to be legal..... I want to be your wedded wife.....take me down the aisle in chains, gagged and clamped if that's how you want it, a gown or nude, I don't care...." Kate moaned and got into 69 as they orgasmed. Drinking her slave's cum and making her slave drink hers "I remember you would be completely against that this morning dear... You're such a sexy girl. I love your hot body" she stood up and got on a strap on. She layers back down and put an arm around Isabelle, kissing her deeply "I know it's a big cock. So take it up your tight pussy". Cindy was practically crying in joy. She laid down with her sub in her arms. Stroking her thumb down the ring "Pet... Rebecca... Of course, I'm going to marry you... You'll walk down the aisle in a beautiful gown. Your family will be there to watch us on this wonderful day. We'll make our vows and kiss, and you'll be mine forever... My perfect slut and my beautiful wife." Isabelle's room smelled like wet sex as they both slurred sucked and licked...." I know," she replied, still gasping ...."but something about you makes me hot.... I want to be your little whore, your fuck toy...." When Kate brought out the strap on, Isabelle smiled, got on her back and spread her legs wide apart....." Yes.....OH YES SSS," she moaned....."fuck me with that monster! Ruin my pussy....!!!" Nothing remained of Cindy's dominance, it was simply two women in love with each other, hands softly exploring, kisses exchanged.... Rebecca loved the word 'Pet'....it was Cindy's affectionate play name for her when they were together before and now things will be as they should've been. Rebecca was not about to make the same mistake twice. This time there was no male....no ONE to get in the way of their happiness." I can't wait to be your wife!," Rebecca gushed, overjoyed......"yes, oh, YES!..... I'll be your slut whore, but this time I'll be married to you...." Kate smiled and helped her slave into cowgirl position. She rubbed the cock on her pussy slowly "you're mine now... If anybody does anything to you. You tell me and I will make them pay for touching my little pet" she pushed the cock in and grabbed her hips. Cindy chuckles softly and stroked her hair "you will still be my submissive, and I still your dome. I will still bind and punish you. But I will love you gently as well... More so than when I was young and brash. We'll be a wonderful couple. And our daughters will one day marry too" Isabelle sat on her owner's lap, straddling her, turned, so her tits were just about level to Kate's mouth......she let out a squeal and rode the cock slowly at first, then after some loud moans began to bounce up and down on it, taking the dildo all the way in her, her pelvis slapping up against the harness....."YES!," Isabelle screamed....."YES! OH, FUCK, YES!!!"" You've always owned me," Rebecca said as they lay next to each other on their side, facing each other. "Even when apart, the only person I had any sort of relationship with was Isabelle....no wonder my marriage failed...." Rebecca kissed her passionately...." I'm looking forward to being tied and gagged as your wife...." She thought about what Cindy said....."our daughters? To each other?" Dangerous Danielle said: Isabelle sat on her owner's lap, straddling her, turned, so her tits were just about level to Kate's mouth......she let out a squeal and rode the cock slowly at first, then after some loud moans began to bounce up and down on it, taking the dildo all the way in her, her pelvis slapping up against the harness..... "YES!," Isabelle screamed....."YES! OH, FUCK, YES!!!" "You've always owned me," Rebecca said as they lay next to each other on their side, facing each other. "Even when apart, the only person I had any sort of relationship with was Isabelle....no wonder my marriage failed...." Rebecca kissed her passionately...." I'm looking forward to being tied and gagged as your wife...." She thought about what Cindy said....."our daughters? To each other?" Click to expand... Kate smiled and held Isabelle's hips, thrusting the cock up to go deeper and harder into the girl. "Now remember... You still ask permission from me to cum" she smiled and pulled Isabelle's torso down using her leash, kissing her roughly she thruster faster into the girl. Cindy's hand stroked Rebecca's thigh, and she nodded "If they decide to... Of course... It will all be up to them to decide. That reminds me, is that sex shop downtown still open?" "Yes Mistress," Isabelle panted, gasping for air as she slid effortlessly up and down the shaft, her ample tits bouncing up and down. She was indeed getting wet but thankfully hadn't cummed yet....if she did, she knew there would be no way to stop..... Every woman's ultimate dream is their wedding day, and Rebecca was no exception. She had fantasies about being married to Cindy....one in particular involved her being made to wear vibrating panties under her gown and Cindy would secretly press an app while Rebecca went down the aisle......"you mean, 'Erotic X' Mistress?" Rebecca replied...yeas, it's still open....." Kate smiled and rolled over so that sh was on top. She started humping Isabelle quickly. Pressing a button on the strap that made the dildo vibrate madly. Cindy smiled "you, and I will be making a trip there tomorrow. I have things I want to get, and I want to see if that cute cashier girl is still there" Isabelle squirmed and writhed like a snake.....for a girl practically her own age, Kate was very good....changing positions, her new owner embedded the dildo deep in Isabelle's pussy. Suddenly strong vibrations pulsated through her lower body...."OH GOD!," she cried out.....but as the pulsations increased all she could do is moan loudly......"THOUGH! UUU GH!!!" Isabelle's eyes clamped shut...."p-p-p-please Mistress," she begged...."please let me cum for you....OH GOD, PLEEEEEEESE!!!!" Rebecca laid on her side, pulling Cindy up tight against her, so their tits mashed tight against each other, their vaginas close enough for their lips to brush up...." In the meantime Mistress," she said in her most erotic provocative voice....."let's go to bed....." Dangerous Danielle said: Isabelle squirmed and writhed like a snake.....for a girl practically her own age, Kate was very good.... changing positions, her new owner embedded the dildo deep in Isabelle's pussy. Suddenly strong vibrations pulsated through her lower body.... "OH GOD!," she cried out.....but as the pulsations increased all she could do is moan loudly......"THOUGH! UUU GH!!!" Isabelle's eyes clamped shut...."p-p-p-please Mistress," she begged...."please let me cum for you....OH GOD, PLEEEEEEESE!!!!" Rebecca laid on her side, pulling Cindy up tight against her, so their tits mashed tight against each other, their vaginas close enough for their lips to brush up.... "In the meantime Mistress," she said in her most erotic provocative voice....."let's go to bed....." Click to expand... Kate smiled and nodded, enjoying the noises and faces her sub made for her. This girl was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and she was glad to have her. "Mm yeah cum for me, you little slut" she kissed her roughly. Cindy smiled and pulled Rebecca on top of her "mm just as honey as you were back in college... Some things never change" she kisses her. Isabelle was aroused like never before. Ever since she was deflowered by her own mother, Rebecca never allowed her to have sex with anyone except her, so her experience was limited. Kate was so sexually exciting, so demanding, so arousing.....she tried to kiss her owner, but the vibrator was powerful, and she finally couldn't keep her body from exploding. She was so relieved when Kate finally gave her permission to cum....."UUUUUUUUGH!!!!!" Rebecca smiled and laid on top of her Mistress, now her fiancée.....kissing her passionately at first, then licked and gently nibbled on Cindy's nipples....she traced the woman's cleavage with her tongue as she began to slowly blaze a tongue trail down her body.....down to her navel, then down to her pussy...... Rebecca scooted lower, snuggled in between Cindy's trembling thighs as she slipped Herr tongue inside the woman's pussy...... Dangerous Danielle said: Isabelle was aroused like never before. Ever since she was deflowered by her own mother, Rebecca never allowed her to have sex with anyone except her, so her experience was limited. Kate was so sexually exciting, so demanding, so arousing..... she tried to kiss her owner, but the vibrator was powerful, and she finally couldn't keep her body from exploding. She was so relieved when Kate finally gave her permission to cum..... "UUUUUUUUGH!!!!!" Rebecca smiled and laid on top of her Mistress, now her fiancée.....kissing her passionately at first, then licked and gently nibbled on Cindy's nipples....she traced the woman's cleavage with her tongue as she began to slowly blaze a tongue trail down her body.....down to her navel, then down to her pussy...... Rebecca scooted lower, snuggled in between Cindy's trembling thighs as she slipped Herr tongue inside the woman's pussy...... Click to expand... Kate smiled and flipped herself into 69, licking her slave's tasty juices off her pussy and making the slave suck them off the dildo. She, too, had never had sex outside of her mother, but being her mother's slave had taught her well how to please a woman. She licked and sucked the pussy before laying back, hands behind her head "take that dildo off and give me that pretty little ass of yours"Cindy smiled and ran her fingers through her slave's hair. "I think you'll have a beautiful gown. White, underneath you'll be wearing your nipple clamps and plugs in your tight holes. Of course for the bachelorette party... I might invite your daughter to entertain my bridesmaids" Isabelle thought about it for a minute then decided to take a dare. As a submissive, she would normally ask her Dome if she'd allow her to be creative, but Isabelle was starting to feel that Kate was as much of a lover as a dome..... She pulled out the dildo then crawled up the bed, got on her knees straddling Kate's head and slowly lowered her ass down over her owner's face....." Oh Mistress!," Rebecca squealed.... I'd love to be dressed in white for you...." The idea of being clamped inside her dress with plugs in both holes got her excited enough she began to reach over, grasp Cindy's tits and suck on her nipples.... Kate smiled and pushed Isabelle into doggie style. Coating her fingers in lube she started fingering Isabelle's asshole. "Mmm baby... You have any friends who we can play with?" Cindy smiled and tied her up, putting in an O-ring gag "let's go pay the girls a visit" she smiled and carried Rebecca upstairs. Isabelle puuuurrred as she felt the cool lube being put in and around her ass, pushing her pelvis back to show how much she wanted it....." Uh....yes Mistress," she replied....." I don't know many lesbians or Bi girls, but I know a few...." Rebecca became both aroused and nervous as her owner bound and gagged her, surprised at her strength as her owner carried her upstairs....what was she planning? Kate smiled and fingered faster "don't worry dear. I only want you, but maybe mommy and her toy can come play with us. Would you like that?" Cindy dropped her on the bed, somewhat gently "Now... Either my daughter will call me to tell me that her slave and her are going to come in for some group play or you and I are going to have some time to play. I've missed waxing up my nice little toy... And I do have some new toys... You remember those fucking machines my friends in the engineering department made for me?" Isabelle was delighted that someone else wanted her besides her mother."yes Mistress," she replied happily...." I would like that...." To show just how much, Isabelle crawled onto her knees between her owner's thighs and proceeded to eat her even more than before. Curling her tongue, she fucked the girl with it, slipping a finger into Kate's ass at the same time. Like her own, Kate's ass was nice and tight.... Rebecca pretended to resist and struggle against her ropes, knowing how much of a turn on it was for her owner....when she recalled the machines Cindy mentioned however, she began to struggle more for real. Yes, she remembered.... Kaye moaned softly and smiled. Holding her slaves head in, she dialed her mother "mm yeah mommy? Ooh, yeah good slut... No not you mommy, I'm talking to my slave. Yes she wants you two to come and play... Yes she can... No she cannot. Not yet at least" she hung up and smiled "get me your leash and kneel at the foot of the bed. Mommy's coning to play with you too"Cindy smiled through her conversation. She was extra horny after seeing Rebecca squirm. While she had her conversation with her daughter she held a Hitachi to her slave's pussy. She would sometimes just tape it to her, but something just felt right about holding it to her warm, quivering body. She kept it on high but never left it on her for too long so she would cum. She pulled it away and untied her. Lowering her to her hands and knees. She put her cat ears and tail plug in place and snapped on her leash "come along pretty kitten... Time for your play date" she chuckled and led Rebecca to the younger girl's room. Opening the door and stepping in. Isabelle smiled....until these two women came into their lives, there was nothing she liked better than to be her mother's Playboy." Yes Mistress," she replied, as she got off the bed, handed her owner the leash then got on her knees at the foot of the bed, her hands crossed neatly in her lap... Rebecca gave out a yelp as she felt the cat tail plug being put in her ass....she was used to Cindy putting things back there but almost forgot about the size of that particular plug. Cindy spent a lot of time searching for a plug that large..... It had been a long time since Cindy had leashed her, and it felt so good to be once more." Meeoow," she said as she was led up the stairs on her hands and knees with her cat ears in place. Isabelle saw the door open and the sight of Rebecca on hands and knees made her gasp. She was so used to seeing her mother in total sexual control, yet here she was, humiliated (or so Isabelle thought), on her hands and knees! Kate kneeled down and leashed Isabelle "this will be fun, using both of you. You'll be well-behaved in front of my mommy. She's very particular" she whispered in Isabelle's ear. Cindy smiled and petted Rebecca's head gently "good little kitten... Isabelle does you like this? Seeing your mother as my pet... Kate darling... Remember when you wanted a pet rabbit? I think it's time you get a cute little bunny" she held up a poor of bunny ears and a plug with a white sphere of fluff Isabelle was visibly nervous as the leash was clipped to her collar. She wasn't used to being naked around other women, leave alone being leashed collared and on display.... She stared at Rebecca who stared back, both of them unsure what would happen next. Rebecca suddenly felt embarrassed..." Uh, Rebecca makes a fine pet," Isabelle replied, hoping she said the right thing. She wasn't sure what her owner meant when Kate said her mother was particular. Would she become a harsher dominatrix? A sadist? Isabelle looked up at the bunny ears and plug, knowing full well that they would be going on----and in----her..... Mother and daughter for the first time nervous about what might happen next.... The two dominants started by unclipping their leashes and taking the plug out of Rebecca Kate smiled wryly "mommy... My slave made me all nice and wet. I want to play first"Cindy smirks and pulls both submissive up, layingbthem on top of each other, she binds them like this (without the dildo)She made sure to clamp their nipples. Putting the chain of the clamp through the ring of the collar. Their nipples being perpetually pulled. Next she inserted a big anal hook into each woman's ass, attaching it to the ring she had fitted on the back of the collar. Making sure they pulled deep into the two slaves assholes. She turned to Kate with a grin "here baby... You come and add something too"Kate gasped and jumped up and down with glee. Clapping her hands as her breasts danced. Her mother never let her play with her slaves especially not when she was putting them into bondage "oh mommy! This will be so fun! It'll be like a Christmas tree!" Kate was younger and inexperienced. But she had her mother's knack for creativity when it came to sexual torture. She hung ropes down from four hooks in the ceiling that Cindy had ordered be out in before their arrival and tied the other end off to the slaves. She slowly raised them until they were hanging upside down from the ceiling. Cindy chuckled and gently pushed Rebecca, making them away back and forth in the air slowly. Kate went over to her bag and grabbed a big green box. She dumped the contents on the bed. Vibrators of all sorts. She took several remote controlled pocket vibrators and started her work. She taped two to each nipple, around the clamp of course. Furthermore, she slipped two deep into each girl's pussy and two into each ass. Finally, she took out two Hitachi wands and placed them against each girl's clit. She taped them there with a smile and turned all of them on low. Cindy made the final contribution of putting a spider gag in the mouth of each girl. They stood and admired their handiwork. Kate rested her head on her mother's chest "this will be fun mommy" Rebecca is laid on the floor with clamps attached to her nipples, then Isabelle is placed on top of her. They soon become secured together by their tits, their nipples attached to each other's collars..... Rebecca stared wide-eyed at the anal hooks being brought over and shook her head, making Isabelle wonder what was going on. Rebecca made her look and she saw the hooks. Neither of them had ever had hooks in their asses before, and both let out squeals and moans as Cindy inserted them deep inside. Considering the fact that Kate was younger, she had amazing strength and within minutes both mother and daughter were dangling, hanging upside down from the ceiling hooks. Both began struggling, but it was no use....between the hooks and clamps, any movement was not only futile, but painful, as they both discovered..... The two bound women swayed back and forth, groaning and moaning as their tits, cunts and asses were violated and pulsating......the room echoed with "AAAAAARRRGH!!!!!" as the two wriggled..... Rebecca and her daughter had played rough with each other countless times, but never like this......this time they both were sharing sexual agony, nectar dripping to the floor as they were both forced to cum, each orgasm making them wriggle and sway, adding to the pain...... Kate sighed and loosened the hooks "you two need to quiet down, or you'll ruin the mood for mommy and I" she took two metal buckets and out them beneath the two women where all their cum was dripping. "I'm going to turn up those vibrators and you two are going to cum. Whichever bucket is filled with more cum by the time mommy and I are finished with each other, wins... The loser will have to get some extra fun time with mommy's machines"Kate grinned and turned the vibrators on full power. Cindy pulled her in and layer down on top of her. French kissing, making sure the two slaves watched. As the two hung upside down, they both came, nectar dripping down between their tits, off their chins and into the buckets. Rebecca began straining, trying to make herself cum even more than the devices were forcing her to. With her previous experience with her owner's machines, she wasn't crazy about being strapped down and used by them..... Isabelle looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on, constantly wincing as yet another orgasm took over, and she too flowed downwards..... Kate reached up and clicked the vibes on full power, causing both slaves to twitch and kick even more.... Both girls stared down at their owners, watching them having sex as they struggled above..... Cindy made Kate moan softly as her hands stroked her body. Gliding around her with annex pert touch. She slid her up and licked her breast. Sucking on one nipple then the other. Using her teeth sparingly. Kate slid her body up to sit on her mother's face. Cindy ate her pussy slowly. Taking king licks. Playing with he lips and clit and pushing her tongue in, forcing moans and shudders of pleasure from Kate's body. She leaned down and rubbed her mother's pussy with two fingers She grabbed a big DILF and stroked it on her pussy, she looked over st her slave and winked "Isabelle, slut if you bat your mother and cum more. I'll do this to you" she hurried her face in her mother's pussy and thrust the dildo in. Pumping it wildly and eating her mother out like an animal. Both mother and daughter stared at each other, wincing and groaning as one orgasm after another overtook them, both sending trickles downwards and into the buckets.... Rebecca felt as if she was being milked....as they hung there like slabs of meat, their bodies swayed from side to side as they struggled fruitlessly to free themselves... So far, Rebecca was in the lead, squeezing every drop of cum nectar she could out of her body. She had no intention of being strapped to one of Cindy's sex machines, despite the fact that as her slave she wouldn't have much say in it..... The two women moaned. Eating and fucking one another. Soon enough Cindy came, but Kate did not. Cindy pushed her daughter off and smiled. She put on a strap on and turned off the vibrators. Kate smiled and left to the car. A few minutes later she came back with a few machines which she quickly assembled. Cindy smirked "girls... Who has more cum" The two captive subs stared down at the antics of their respective owners, both afraid of what would happen next? They stared at the almost diabolic looking machines that Cindy brought in.... Although both slaves came, and came a lot, Rebecca 'won' just by millimeters. Having already experienced the machines, as much as she didn't wish to see Isabelle being abused by them, she didn't relish the thought of being violated with them either. Would Cindy do as she said and only use the machine on the loser, or would she change her mind and strap both of them onto the monsters.....seeing the mysterious contraptions, both girls began to struggle anew..... Kate smiled now be with the contraptions. Machines with pistons attached to dildos and vibrators on sticks and all sorts of fun devices. She helped let the slaves down and kissed Isabelle, "you were a good girl... So good that mommy agreed that you and I could play instead... All that you have to do is get your bath. Come on" she clipped on her leash and led her into the bathroom. She took both buckets of cum and poured them into the bathtub "go on... Get in"Cindy smiled at her now untied slave and rubbed her body, "this is your last punishment... This is for disappearing off the campus on the day I was first going to propose... But now that you're my fiancé and slave... I'll go a bit easier with the machines... Maybe I won't have three cocks in your pussy and two in your ass this time" she locked her leash on and led Rebecca to a breeding stand "get on it" Rebecca and Isabelle were still moaning as they were let down, both so weak from their multiple orgasms that they literally fell upon each other. Isabelle smiled weakly, relieved that her new owner was pleased with her, even though she was the 'loser'. She stood still while Kate clipped her leash onto her collar and led her into the bathroom. She obviously assumed it would be warm water in the tub, but to her surprise both buckets of cum nectar was poured in instead. Isabelle sat in the tub, playing with the nectar like a little girl, cupping it up in her hands, giggling as she smeared it all over her hair and face. It was like a cream as she put it all over her body, finally rubbing it around and in her pussy. Rebecca gave Cindy a surprised look......"but Mistress.... I came more!" Cindy ignored her as she led her slave over to what looked like a padded sawhorse.... Rebecca was forced to lay on top on her belly while her legs and wrists were cuffed to the bottom, her thighs wide apart revealing both holes, still quite sore from her previous ordeal." But.....but Mistress," she stammered...."you know what happened.....the guy I was seeing forbid me to be with you.... Oh my god, not THIS.....!!!!" Kate smiled and picked up her cum covered slave "come on. I want to play with you all nice and wet" she carried her out of the room and back to their private bathroom. She drew a bath of warm water. She got in and smiled "come lay with your mistress"Cindy kissed her slave's cheek and slapped her ass "you know what wasn't fair... You're cheating on me with some guy... You're leaving me heartbroken with an engagement ring... I'm so happy that you're engaged to me now though... Of course though... Your daughter could take your place... I could always send her to that slave obedience school" Isabelle was surprised at the girl's strength as she was carried out, then walked behind her to the other bathroom. Like a good slave, she kneeled as Kate filled the tub and got in, then crawled into the tub with her. Kate was so beautiful, like a gothic vixen, her body so supple and soft. Isabelle snuggled up, her head in her owner's lap. Rebecca gave out a yelp as her ass was slapped....she tried to look behind her, wondering what attachments would be on the machine that she knew was behind her, almost ready to violate her.... Rebecca cringed at the thought of waving Isabelle goodbye and being left with both Mistresses to use her......but as an owned slave, Rebecca knew she had little choice in the matter."please Mistress," she begged..."please think about that a little more...." Kate smiled and gently pulled her slave up, so her head rested on Kate's chest, just above her breasts. She stroked her head and her body, "mm my little pet... You really are just too sexy... Mm, it was fun watching you squirm and cum. Did you like that? Did you like being tied up and fucked?" Cindy turned one on that slowly pumped a thick dildo into Rebecca. Grinding it against her g-spot, "give me a good reason to let you avoid playing with the machines" "Mummy," Isabelle murdered as she gently suckled her owner's gorgeous nipples....." Yes..... I love bondage.... Mistress Rebecca loves to hogtie me and watch me wriggle around with vibes in both my holes...." Rebecca could turn her head just enough to see a rod slowly enter her pussy, a large dildo on the end."UUUUUUGH!!!" she groaned loudly as it penetrated her deep.....she felt it rub up tight against her G spot, guaranteeing an orgasm within minutes. She could only hope her owner would allow her to cum....." I......'UUUUUGH!'.....don't have any reason Mistress," she groaned..... Kate moaned softly and swept her hair from her face gently "she's not mistress anymore... My mommy and I are. She is your fellow slave. You can call her mom or mommy. But not mistress" she leaned in and kissed her slave. Cindy smiled and kissed her, turning the speed-up a bit "exactly... So just relax and enjoy the toys" she set the Hitachi in its stand and set it so it pressed against her clit at half-power. "Yes Mistress," Isabelle said....."whatever you say...." She snuggled up between her owner's thighs, licking the insides, then lightly grazing the outside edges of Kate's pussy lips. If it's one thing Mommy taught her, it was how to please and tease...." Now Mistress," she purred in her most sultry voice...."why don't you just relax and let me please you like you been never pleased before...." Isabelle has a most talented tongue..... Rebecca clenched the cuffs holding her wrists in place....moaning softly at first, then louder as the Hitachi worked it's magic on her pussy...." Oh God," she moaned, her ankles twitching....."OH, GOD....." Kate smiled. This was going much smoother than she had expected it to. She nodded and smiled "mm yes... Good girl, eat your mistress' pussy. Eat me out dear." Rebecca smiled and turned them off just before she came.she untied her and puttee tail and ears back on. Leading her out to the kitchen "I'm hungry slave... I think I want a snack" Isabelle didn't need further encouragement as she curled her tongue and pumped it in and out of her owner's pussy.....within minutes she came and Isabelle locked her mouth around the girl's cunt, sucking out every drop and swallowed.... Rebecca began struggling, yanking on the restraints.....she was about to have a massive orgasm, but suddenly Cindy turned off the machine and quickly pulled out the rod. Rebecca felt the dildo come out and groaned loudly...."MISTRESS!!!!.....VOODOO.....!" Being denied her orgasm was even worse than being forced to cum...... She got on hands and knees, wincing as the tail plug was shoved back in her ass and was led out and into the kitchen......poor Rebecca, her pussy was throbbing..... Kate gasped as she came from her slave. She smiled and petted the girl's hair "I think it's time I set up your sleeping arrangement dear." Cindy smiled and hoisted Rebeca onto the counter. She roughly pulled her legs open and smiled "I think first. I need a drink" she attacked her pussy. Licking and duck g it with ferocity, "mm so tasty and good" Isabelle locked her lips around her owner's cunt, happily sucking away every drop that flowed."please Mistress," she begged....."not yet...." Isabelle was determined to milk this girl for every bit of cum she had inside her. Wetting 2 fingers, she thrust them inside, finger fucking her with a quick pace, at the same time thrusting another wet digit into her owner's tight ass, masturbating her rapidly..... Rebecca leaned back on the counter, bracing herself with her arms, palms flat with legs wide open....she Wei so glad she shaved...."YES!," she cried out.....pushing her pelvis up close....'YES! OH FUCK, YEEESSSSS!!!!" Kate moaned. She was enjoying how obedient and downright eager her slave was to please and play with her mistress. Kate smiled softly and began rooting through her bag. Looking for more toys she knew she had not left in the car, these toys would be a part of Isabelle's sleeping plans. Cindy smiled and fingered her slave quickly. Moaning into her as the slave moved her hips up to meet her "mm yes. I love my special desert. Do you remember when you would give this to me every day at college?" She thought back to when the young vixens would have sex. Cindy fucked Rebecca anywhere and in front of anyone. Once she had even had a special sex show with the hot MILF dean of the school. Who had actually joined in with fucking Rebecca? Isabelle was like a girl possessed..... Rebecca had been instructing enough, but having an owner around her own age seemed to make ownership a bit more pleasant, and she was more than willing to do whatever it took to please this girl..... Isabelle lay panting on the bed....please hurry Mistress," she called out....." I want to please you more...." Rebecca opened her legs as far apart as possible, inviting her owner to explore deeper and was rewarded by fingers pumping her. Rebecca rocked back and forth, moaning and groaning. God, Cindy had such a wonderful touch!! Kate smiled "aha! There you are!" She pulled out a butt plug with a fluffy tail and a pair of bunny ears. "Mm I wanted my new slave to be my cute little bunny girl. Get over here slut"Cindy smiled and kept pumping her fingers in "Kate should be putting your daughter to bed soon. While I make something for desert she'll be playing with you, and trust me. She's very good indeed" Isabelle giggled, then scampered over and got on all fours, playfully wiggling her ass. It got rewarded by the stretching and fullness as the plug sunk into her rear. Holding her head up as the ears were secured on her head, she looked up at her owner."well, what do you think, ?" as she shook her ass, then bounced around the room.... Rebecca moaned loudly, her legs apart wide as her owner kept finger fucking her, finally arching her back as she came on the counter....." Yes Mistress," she replied, gasping as she came....she wondered what it would be like to be under the control of Kate's daughter...for quite a while, the only sex she's had was with Isabelle.... Kate smiled wide and walked over to the hopping Isabelle, she picked her up bridal style and walked her to the bed. She layers her down and kissed her "mm I love it. You're just so cute I could just eat you up, now baby girl. Mommy said I could play with her slave for a while, do you want to come and play with the other slave and her mistress?" Cindy smiled and licked Rebecca clean before giving her slit a smack. She giggled and picked her up, holding her up by her ass "mm Kate is looking forward to getting to play with you, and I'm looking forward to playing with her slave"

The family that plays together....(Danielle and MessedupRp)|rating:2.0

Star Falls (MysteriousD x Applepoisoneer)

"Hey Star! How ya been, girlfriend?" Jackie laughed, lying in bed on her stomach. BEA glanced over when she spoke and saw that she was on her phone, and went back to what she was doing. Neither BEA nor Jackie had a real problem with speaking loudly unless the other was trying to sleep, as neither really registered how loud their voices got. Both had family members who were a little hard of hearing, and BEA had been in Theatre through high school and up into college. As far as they were concerned, they'd try and be polite, but it was more up to others to say something if they thought the speaking volume was too high. It was just one of the many things they agreed upon when first meeting each other." Hey, so Marco and I were talking about having a party up here for fall break, since it's not actually long enough to go home over. Do you think you could make it?" A long pause. "... Awesome sauce! I've got some people I can't wait for you to meet... Yeah, I think Marco's inviting him too. Way-cool. I'll see you this weekend. Okay... Okay...sweet. Take care, girl. Bye!" She hung up the phone and rolled over on her back. "Oh man," she sighed. "That Star would totally talk my ear off if I let her, but she's super cool. I can't wait til you meet her." Bea turned her body toward her roommate and smiled. "She sounds like it. I mean, being able to just instantly use magic would be cool all on its own, but you said she'd be a queen of her own country someday? That's amazing! I'd kill to rule my own kingdom." The blonde rested her elbow on her desk and leaned on it." I think if you'd asked her like, two years ago, she might've just let you rule it for her." Jackie laughed. "But I think, now that she's on the Monster Rights kick, she's got more of a reason to want to rule."" Monster rights?"" Yeah. I guess Star's people...uh, Mewmans? Really had it out for Monsters, and visa-versa, for like centuries. And Star's trying to do some civil rights magic and fix it so they get along more peacefully."" Wow!" BEA leaned forward. "That's incredibly cool. I still want her kingdom though." The pair laughed, and Jackie suggested they go and meet Marco for dinner in the cafeteria. "Okay, so I guess that's everything for today," Dipper said as he couldn't help but smile awkwardly as he saw how time flew. Dipper Pines had become a fine young man since he, Mabel and the rest of his family helped save the world from a municipal demon back in 2012. Since then, not much has happened though. The twins would return every year to Gravity Falls for Christmas and for summer to see all their old friends and be with them. Things had changed. It started with Thompson going to college and thus having the group of friends eventually spend less time. Robbie and Tammy were still together while Nate and Lee still hung out and worked at the theater, and it kinda left Wendy to gravitate more toward the Pines family. Despite this, she has remained single and Mabel's attempts at trying to get Dipper and Wendy more so then did not achieve much. However, Dipper ends up spending his high school years in a relationship with Pacifica. It was a loving one though with its ups and down. The two parted on amiable terms since around high school graduation, they realized they wanted different things. Pacifica wanted to restore her family name and could only do so while remaining in high society while Dipper was still keen on exploring the supernatural. Pacifica did have her fair share of adventures with the Pines clan, but she never got into it like they did, just enough so she knew what to predict the Falls would throw at her. Dipper meanwhile wasn't sure on whether he wanted to live in Gravity Falls (since he was still wondering what to do in life) and his exasperation with the many wealthy socialites he interacted with as Pacifica's date tested his patience (the only one Dipper got along with was Marius von Fundraiser, the young baron that Brenda met back at the Northwest manor years ago and who she was engaged with. He even taught Dipper how to fence along with some German when he and Mabel visited Brenda and him in Austria)As for Mabel, she was going to the same university for numerous reasons though sticking with her brother and the university being near a beach was one of them. Namely, to see her long time boyfriend, Merman do. In their second summer of the Falls, it turns out the Manatee princess Merman do got forcibly engaged to was poached, and he escaped, looking for the twins to help. This let Mabel and him rekindle their relationship and through the use of an item Ford found, Merman do could spend some time up on the surface or Mabel in the water (which she indulged in that summer where the whole town became transformed into monsters.) Dipper went to the university to study archaeology and see more of the mystic world. He got paired with Marco, and it wasn't long before they got along a lot. Both were cautious young men who wanted to prove themselves to the world and when Dipper saw a bit of magic, well it just went further as the two guys exchanged stories of their inane lives and activities. Marco himself liked having a true guy friend like this. While his best friend was still Star, he liked having a guy to talk guy stuff with, especially since most of his other friends were girls. The relationship between him and Star became platonic, and eventually he got together again with Jackie Lynn Thomas, who would even join them on their adventures. Dipper would actually get to meet Jackie for the first time along with her roommate when they would get dinner at the cafeteria. "Yeah, I figure you'd have a lot of questions, but given how many I asked you the first couple of days, that makes sense. So what's Mabel doing here?" Marco asked as they were heading to the cafeteria, exiting their dorm room. "Art teacher. She'd be perfect at it," Dipper said. Jackie and BEA took their trays to the table closest to the kitchen. The place was practically deserted, given that midterms were about to start. Not to mention they were serving fish tacos for dinner, and despite the fact that it wasn't too bad, attendance always seemed to drop whenever seafood was involved. The girls had been absorbed in a conversation about who had the harder midterm when Jackie spotted Marco." Hey Diaz!" She called as she waved him over. As he approached, she landed a quick peck on the cheek. Nothing embarrassingly intimate, just a casual kiss. "Who's your friend?" Bea raised her head and smiled at the approaching pain. "Oh, hey! Aren't you in my science-fiction literature course?" She asked Dipper. She thought perhaps she'd seen him there a few times, and even though she'd remembered him speaking in class, but couldn't quite be sure. "Oh man, it's Fish Friday, huh? I get a lot OG people don't like seafood, but there's still other stuff like pastas plus the sandwich bar and the pizza bar," Dipper noted to Marco as they saw the cafeteria was not that occupied. "Yeah, though it is also midterm season. Granted, we're both smart guys so we don't have to worry too much," Marco responded to his rookie with a smile before he saw his girlfriend. He smiled and returned the kiss to Jackie. They've been together for a few years now going steady. "Oh! Can't believe I haven't introduced him. Jackie, this is Dipper, my roommate. He's the guy I told you about," Marco told her, in regard to the twins that Marco told her about that went on the crazy Star-like adventures they went through." Yeah, I'm Dipper. You're BEA, right?" Dipper said as he shook his classmate's hand. Science fiction literature course was one of his electives on his path to becoming an archaeologist. It would be a long road, but money wasn't an issue. The fact he got scholarships anyway ended up meaning he only had to pay for things like his dorm room and groceries. Mabel came over a few times a week to cook for him and Marco and to keep up with them." How was midterms for everyone?" Marco asked them. "Well, most of them have been going pretty well." Jackie explained as she took a forkful of rice. "But I can't keep up with all the books I'm supposed to have read for this test. I mean, I don't mind reading, but not when it's like, a book a week!" She sighed and scooped up some more rice. "Thankfully I have my human cliff's notes here," She threw an arm around BEA." It pays off." BEA laughed. "My stupid entry-level math class is absolutely destroying me. I can write you a poem in perfect Villeneuve format, but when you start dropping letters into math, no, thanks. So, Jackie's been pretty helpful." The skateboarder shrugged. "I just really love physics. So I guess my math improved around it. No big."" Pfft! No big, she says." BEA laughed and sipped at the coffee she'd gotten from the machine. "Yeah, though I usually finish the book in like two days. Thought I love reading," Dipper said with a sheepish smile at the two before he and Marco couldn't help at what BEA was saying." I remember that. Everyone was surprised you did well in physics though since I told you to look into physics when doing your sports, you improved a lot," Marco responded to his girlfriend, smiling at her." Anyway, I heard Marco say there was some sort of party or thing that you have been wanting to do?" Dipper asked the two ladies. "Oh yeah!" Jackie remembered brightly. "So, since fall break isn't long enough to really go and do anything, we figured it'd be cool to have a little room party. Nothin' too crazy, just some snacks and some games or a movie. BEA's got a pretty sick horror movie collection. "BEA beamed proudly. "I do like the classics. And, y'know, the cult classics. I just can't stand the hi garbage Hollywood churns out these days. ""Whoa, calm down." Jackie said with mockingly serious tones. "Next thing you know, you'll be telling us you only had to pay a nickel to get in." Bra put on a pretty convincing old lady voice. "Your darn right it was a nickel! But they still charged fifty cents for popcorn. Highway robbery, it was!" "Yeah though horror movies aren't as fun after you dealt with a bunch of crazy stuff," Marco said, recalling how Jackie helped him and Star out more often with a bunch of the crazy adventures in Moon, especially some of the rough stuff that would follow for them."Yeah, I know what you mean, but some of the cheesy B-movies are fun," Dipper told his roommate with empathy before both guys were laughing at Jackie and BEA discussing their stuff." Well, sure! I'd like to invite Mabel. She'd love an opportunity to have a party. She'd also probably be inviting her friends," Dipper added with a smile. "Of course, you can invite some people too! Anyone in mind, Jackie?" Marco asked his girlfriend. Jackie thought about it for a bit. "Well, let's see... You guys, BEA, Star, whoever Mabel's inviting.... Did you want to invite Jana? Star might bring some people too." Her naturally pretty face went a little sour. "Probably Pony head. Maybe Kelly."" Dang, this is going to be a bigger party than I thought. Also, who or what is Pony head?" BEA asked, expecting a strange answer. Jackie sighed. "She's one of Star's best friends, but she's...kind of hard to deal with sometimes. I never say anything because I love Star, and I know she's important to her, but I really hope she just leaves her behind this time." She turned to Marco. "What about you? Anyone you can think of? I feel like we're missing somebody." "She's a big floating unicorn head with the personality of a valley girl," Marco agreed with Jackie said while he was looking through his phone. "Star said she's actually only bringing Tom with her. She says that he needs the break," Marco read the text message." Ohp, Mabel says she herself is just coming. Her friends are busy," Dipper responded back as he looked at his Oran smartphone. "I guess that is everyone that is coming then?" Dipper asked them all with a smile on his face. "Awesome! Keepin' it low-key sounds nice for a change." Jackie smiled, resting an affectionate hand-over Marco's free one. "I've only heard Star mention Tom a couple of times, kind of roller coaster. But if she's bringing him, he must be cool."" Mabel..." BEA thought. "Hey, Dipper? Is your sister an art major or minor? I think maybe I've seen some of her work up in the hall with the 2D drawing stuff. It's pretty...what I'm going to call Hawaii-surreal. It's pretty cute." Marco smiled at feeling Jackie's hand over his, and he turned his hand-over to squeeze hers. "Yeah he's all right. He's been doing better and he has been relaxing a bit. In a way, he kinda remains me of you, Dipper, though you don't have a temper problem, and you're nicer than him," Marco told Dipper in a complimentary tone, causing Dipper to chuckle a bit." Art minor. She's trying to become an art teacher. She is good at drawing and keying a lot of pretty but weird looking stuff," Dipper responded to BEA. "She doesn't have the patience for much art history stuff, and she's good with kids, hence why she is balancing to become an art teacher. Though she could also be a home EC one," Dipper added with a smile on his face." What time is the party?" Dipper asked. Jackie couldn't help but laugh a little at Marco's comparison. She knew a little more about Tom than she did Dipper, but most of it had come from Star, and it varied between good and resentful. "It's this weekend, and I told Star to get here around 5. So, we'll see what time she actually shows up." The blonde shrugged. "It could be 3:30, it could be 6. Who knows. Maybe she'll bring some of those. Goblin Dogs? They were pretty gnarly, but there's something about'em that's really great."" Are they made of Goblin?" BEA asked hesitantly. "Or do Goblins just make them?"" Gross! Goblins just make and sell them, Dude." She laughed, clutching her stomach with the force of it. "All right, so we should probably get ready to prepare," Marco told Jackie as he went up to her to kiss her cheek, happy to be with her. "We got to set up tables and seats, some of the games and of course the refreshments," Marco told Jackie with a smile." Yeah, so where are we holding the party? In one of our rooms or in one of the dorm empty rooms?" Dipper asked them. He was curious on meeting Star, based on everything he heard Marco say about her and such. "Whoa, chill Diaz." Jackie laughed teasingly. "It's a casual party for like, seven people. Although, we should totally come up with some stuff to do. Do you guys have any ideas?"" Ooh! Ooh!" BEA waved her arm emphatically. "What if we cooked up a game of D&D more D 3.5! It's like the original, but with an away less math." "Yeah, but you know me. Safety Boy," Marco SID with a smile. He came to embrace that term on who he was when he realized he shouldn't be afraid of he was. He was reckless and trying to be daring back when he was starting out with Star. It was like he was becoming an adrenaline junkie. Of course, once he got with Jackie, he toned it down and such." Yeah, but would we have enough time for a game of that?" Dipper asked her. The D&D+D as it was known was still popular, but things had to be simplified to make it easier. "Maybe Star could bring some things?" he asked with a smile. "Hey, I fell in love with Safety Boy. He's my favorite superhero. " Jackie laughed, giving him another quick peck on the cheek. She turned to address Dipper. "Star has some cool stuff, but the last time she brought a party game, we all almost died. So...maybe just some Crabs Adjust Humidity?"" Ooh, I do love that game." BEA added. The group cleaned up the area where they were sitting and walked back to the dormitories through the cool night, continuing to mull the idea of what they might play.(IOC: Sorry, I've somehow managed to be concurrently busy and sick at the same time. I'm kind of dragging myself along at this point, but I feel like you've waited long enough.) "And you're my dream girl," Marco told Jackie with a smile as he let his hand squeeze hers. He admitted he was stuck between her and Star those years ago, but in the end, he chose her. Ironically, the one who forced sense into him were his two old friends who he hadn't seen in a while. Apparently, the two got drunk (on a dare) and they had a lot to say to him and Star. Alot of stinging words were said. But none of them wrong. He was happy on where he was now. "Oh man, that sounds crazy. Then again, so did the time I played D&D+D back with my grunge years ago," he said with a laugh, remembering that weird infinite-sided die. As they were all walking back, they were all thinking and talking. "What time did you see they would arrive?" Dipper asked BEA and Jackie. "Like, around five or six." Jackie shrugged, having already forgotten the exact time she'd specified. "Anyway, Star will probably show up on her own time. Especially since Marco's not around to enforce punctuality." She playfully elbowed him and laughed heartily." And she's going to be a Queen?" Be asked, unable to help to raise an eyebrow." Well, her hearts in a good place. She's just kind of scatterbrained."(Do you want to do a time skip or did you have more to add?) "We, it is about five now," Dipper said as he looked at his watch. Marco laughed alongside his girlfriend as he squeezed her hand. "Yeah, but Tom has been the type to trying to do punctuality," Marco added." Oh man, being a Queen... Well, as long as she doesn't have to do arranged marriages," Dipper said, recalling how and Mabel though that her summer love, Merman do, would be doomed to marry a manatee... until she got poached. That causes a fair bit of problems, but it all worked out and manatees have repopulated to where they're not endangered or even threatened or vulnerable anymore." I'm sure Star will do fine. And she'll find someone who will help her out," Marco told BEA with a smile.(We should do a time skip.) Anticipation built and days passed, until it was time to start setting up for the party. Jackie and BEA staked their claim to the common room early so that no one could push them out before it was time. They carried in stacks of boxes of both food and board games. BEA had even baked a few trays of brownies for the occasion. They started to set up the snack table and move a few things around to make the room more comfortable." I really can't wait for you to meet everybody." Jackie smiled as she checked her phone to keep track of who was on their way. "I think you'll have a lot of fun."" I bet. They sound like a cool group. Dipper was carrying several snack boxes while his sister Mabel was carrying a few jugs of her Mabel Juice Very 3.0, a healthier and tastier version of her Mabel Juice she made back in her youth." Hey everyone, how is it going?" Marco asked as he was placing the table in the center for the snacks along with some other things. "When would everyone arrive?" Dipper asked Jackie as he was setting the snacks down on the table. As if on cue, a dimensional rift opened up in the middle of the room. Blue swirling light radiated from its center, as did the point of a pair of scissors. BEA stared in awe, as she'd never seen anything like it. Even though Jackie had mentioned that this was how the Princess traveled, BEA wasn't prepared for it." Hey guys!" A perky, cheerful blonde poked her head out of the portal and slid the rest of her body out. She held a small box and grinned. "I brought Kitten Donuts, and a Tom!" She gestured to the portal, where it was expected someone else might come out." Alright!" Jackie cheered. "Now this party can really get started. She paused. "What's a kitten donut?" Star opened the box to reveal some very delicious-looking donuts with uncanny kitten faces on them. They began to meow in faint, adorable whispers." Aw, they're adorable!" BEA cooed before she realized they were meant to be food. "How do you eat them?" By the time they finished setting up, they saw the duo of a Prince and Princess coming out of the portal. Dipper and Marco turned to see them. Marco went to embrace his friend, Tom while Dipper took the time to see who was it all there. With Star, Dipper's first reaction was he found her cute. Her initial bubbly energy reminded him of Mabel, yet she was a bit more restrained than he was and carried herself with more responsibility. Yet her spiked boots and relaxed pose reminded him a bit of Wendy, reminding him of the rough and rebellious girl who was one of his closest friends. He then turned to see Tom. From what he got, he and Tom would get along all right, both being perfectionists who liked doing things their own way and despite the prince's odd appearance, he did seem warm and friendly." Uh hi, everyone. My name is Dipper and that's my sister Mabel," Dipper said, introducing himself to the new guests who arrived. (IOC: I can take Mabel if you don't want to move her around anymore?)" Oh yeah, we probably should've introduced people first. Oops." Jackie giggled. "Well, like he said, he's Dipper, Marco's roommate. And this is my roommate BEA." Since he'd already introduced his sister, Jackie figured that about covered what she knew of Mabel, and thus left her out of the introduction sequence." Nice to meet you." BEA offered her hand to the taller, blonde princess, who promptly took it and pulled the two into a hug. Despite it being a little awkward, it made BEA laugh, and she hugged her back. "Jackie's told me a ton of cool stuff about you."" Aw, that's super sweet." Star stepped back to examine the other girl. "She's told me some pretty cool stuff about you too." Her attention then turned to Dipper and Mabel. "Uh.but I don't think she's mentioned you guys yet. Sorry."" I kind of just met them recently. But they both seem pretty cool."" Totally! Any friend of Marco's is a friend of mine." Bea turned her attention to Tom, noticing that he hadn't really been properly introduced. She offered him her hand, thinking perhaps he might just shake it rather than pulling them into an embrace. Though she couldn't say she would have minded. "Hi. Pleased to meet you too, I'm sure." She smiled invitingly. ((IOC: All righty! Thank you!))" Hey Star!" Marco said as he embraced his BFF. "I told you about them. Member, the Mystery twins?" Marco said. He was surprised by everything the twins went through in the weird little town of Gravity Towns, and he told Star all about it. Especially since she thought there wasn't much magic here on Earth. Tom gave an awkward smile as he shook BEA's hand. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Tom, Prince of the Auditor Kingdom," Tom told her with a bit of an awkward smile. He was a bit self-conscious whenever he was on Earth, namely because of the horns and the third eye and what not." So Tom, this is Dipper and Mabel!" Marco said as Tom shook their hands to introduce them with one another. Tom couldn't help but smile at seeing BEA. She was nice to say the least. Bra smiled and was about to ask a question, when Dipper and Mabel were introduced." Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You guys are really a Prince and a princess?" Mabel bounced up and down a little and grinned. Her braces had come off years ago, and despite being able to have Carmel again, she missed them a little. Not the way they felt, but the look she had with them. But not Getty caught in the screen door was also a plus." Yep. Princess of Moon. It's a pretty sweet deal, most of the time. But I am in no hurry to be Queen." Star laughed. ((Sorry this took too long))"Oh wow, I mean, I figured there were other dimensions and worlds and such, but it's kinda a surprise," Dipper noted. Their Grunge Ford was the only one who actually been to a few alternate dimensions and worlds, but with the gate gone, none of them had the opportunities to do so." How did you get here?" Dipper asked though Marco smiled as he twirled his scissors. "Magic scissors. Weapon is the only one who can make them and if you want to get some, you're going to need to work for them," Marco confessed, reminded of how much work it was to get them." What do you mean?" Dipper asked, wondering if Star would answer. Star thought about the best way to explain the ordeal that Marco had to go through, but figured that was a story Marco should tell. "Hm, well... Basically, it was a 30-year-long game of tag for Marco. You either have to be in a position of real power, like on the Magical C omission, or have done something like, world-saving-great. So, yeah, they're not easy to get."" Wow, that's incredible!" Mabel cheered. "I mean, we kind of saved the world...sort of. There was this whole dream demon thing, and he wrecked our town, but couldn't get out to wreck the rest of the world. But you better believe he was workin' on it! So, we stopped him before he could get to the rest of the world." She nodded in self-satisfaction. Bea groaned and ran her palm down her face. "Am I really the only one in the room who hasn't done anything cool or magical?" "I wonder if they know about Bill Cipher," Dipper asked his sister, both of them not able to resist shivering a bit. While they were both relieved that he was gone, they were still more than a little scared at the thought of the monstrous being coming back to raze hell." Well, there's nothing wrong with that. After everything, I'm kinda looking forward to some peace," Tom told BEA with a smile and putting a comforting hand on her shoulder." Grunkle Ford would be happy to get a pair," Dipper noted, wondering if he should try getting a pair. "Yeah, but it took me 30 years to get it... then again, I was only like 14 or 15, and you already did more than I did back then," Marco couldn't help but laugh at what an odd group they all had. He and Dipper began serving refreshments. Mabel thought about it for a bit before shaking her head. "I think Bill might've been our own little slice of hell. I think Grunge Ford said he wrecked his own dimension a while before any of us even existed, or something like that. Maybe they could've seen him in another one though?"" Bill Cipher?" Star asked, thinking very hard. "Mm, nope. That doesn't ring a bell. But I do remember someone talking about a collapsed dimension that you're supposed to avoid at all costs. Maybe that's the one he wrecked?" She shrugged. But her thought process was entirely derailed at being handed a bowl of puppy chow mix; powdered sugar over Chen mix and candies. She dug right in with the greatest enthusiasm. Mabel was handed a bowl and did the same. "This girl's got the right idea!" She cheered, thrusting her face into the bowl. Bea's face reddened slightly under the demon boy's hand. "How do you feel about mint chocolate?" She asked after clearing her throat. "I baked these for the party." She held out a tiny paper plate with a rectangular brownie on it and smiled invitingly. "Well, maybe your mom and dad know? They're Queen and King," Dipper asked Star as he saw her thinking. However, he was distracted by seeing his sister and Star begin consuming the bowl of overly sugary goodness quite ravenously, and he couldn't help but laugh a bit. Marc just squeezed Jackie's hand as he was enjoying being here with her and all their friends." Uh, never really AHD it a lot, so I don't know," Tom said before he smiled at BEA and took the minty brownie and bit it. "Oh wow, that's good," Tom said with a smile. "This was a great idea." Jackie whispered in Marco's ear. Look how much fun everyone is having." Star licked her lips approvingly at the puppy chow and grinned at Mabel and Dipper. "My mom should totally know, at least about the fact that there's a collapsed dimension. See, I found out from Glossaries, who also taught her. He's kinda this little blue man who lives inside our family's ancient spell book." As she made the explanation, Star's face began to droop and lose its genuinely happy appearance. But she shook it off and smiled, though not as giddily as before. "But yeah, I'll ask her when I see her next and get back to you. I'm sure this won't be the only time we hang out. Right?"" Mint and chocolate are my two favorite flavors, but I know they're not everyone's cup of tea. The other pan was plain brownies, in case no one liked them." Beak new she was just making somewhat awkward small talk, but for some reason, she found it increasingly difficult to come up with conversation topics. Well, the reasons she was coming up with were all dimensional and somewhat cosmetic." I know it's a meandering topic," she began, deciding not to let the small talk get the best of her. "But what sort of books do you like? If you enjoy reading at all." "Yeah, and I'm thinking we might have set some people up," Marco whispered in Jackie's ear with a response as he saw Dipper looking at Star with more than interest along with the mild blushes Tom and BRE had with one another. Dipper noted that Star looked bothered when she mentioned Glossary ck, so he figured he shouldn't ask about it. "Yeah, I'd like to hang out more. I mean, this is the first I'm talking to someone from another world and I want know more," Dipper said, excited about wanting to learn more about her world." I uh... Furthermore, I don't read all that much. Furthermore, I've been focusing a lot on helping out my subjects. Furthermore, I still try and hang out with Marco and such, but he was busy with high schools," Tom said with a bit of awkwardness. Despite having come a very long way, this girl was flustering him. Maybe it was also that she was a stranger or something? He did smile seeing at Dipper and Star get along though. He remembered talking with Marco about Dipper and was surprised to her that he was a lot like him and Marco. ^ Oh, I'd love to take you on a tour sometime! I've lived in the castle my whole life, and I'm still finding new fun stuff to do." She thought with her finger under her chin. "Hamm, and there's a couple other places you guys might like....some of them might be kind of tricky..."" Oooh, that sounds like an adventure!" Mabel cheered and failed her arms." Really?" BEA's interest peeked, and she leaned in. "What kind of responsibilities do you have as a prince? What's your kingdom like?" "Oh cool! That would be fun to see," Dipper said, having a smile at the thought of being given a tour of a strange new world alongside Star. He figured it would be a lot of fun doing his own journals on all of this to help people in the long run." Well, my family rules the Underworld, so it's kinda a spooky place," Tom said, a little nervous that someone was being so interested in him. It was actually really nice to have someone be considered in him. "My mom's a demon and my dad's a Newman," he added, a blush growing on his face. "That is unbearably cool!" BEA blurted, but cleared her throat and smoothed her composure. "I mean... I like places people typically claim as 'spooky'." She paused and thought about her next question. "But, how well doyouenjoy it there? Is ruling the damned something you want to do? Or something you feel you have to do?" She caught up with her line of questioning and blushed. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to get so personal. You don't have to answer if you'd rather not."" Totally!" Star cheered, stuffing her cheeks with more snacks. "So, what do you guys like doing for funnies? I mean, I know almost everyone else here, but what about you and your sister? It must be pretty crazy being twins, right? Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Can you like, read each other's minds? " The Newman princess was on the edge of her metaphorical seat. Tom blushed at seeing BEA blurt out what she thought in excitement, but he got a dorky smile, feeling immensely flattered. "It's pretty cool and such. We have a lot of things like Prickly Plains, the Mountain of Boom, the Dock of Unending Torment, and the Lake of Fire," Tom was talking to her about it though he felt a little bit embarrassed." I mean, it's kinda hard to say. I never really thought about doing anything different, but I like taking care of my subjects, and it's also one of the few things we can be aggro and not go too overboard at it," Tom confessed it." Is that one of the places we'll be visiting?" Dipper asked Star, overheating Tom share a bit of the Underworld where he ruled." Well, we're both in college so we do school stuff. Beyond that, Mabel likes doing arts and crafts," Dipper says before Mabel looked excited. "Kinda, but we're different. Also, Dipper loves solving mysteries! He's really smart," she said. Mabel had grown significantly, being less likely to tease or poke fun at her brother while both did more to have fun in one another's activities. "All of that sounds pretty amazing." BEA smiled. "Except for the lake of fire. I might stay away from that. I'm kind of a huge loser when it comes to heat. Furthermore, I think I'd rather freeze than burn."" Yeah, you defiantly was to dress light when you go down there, but there are a lot of places are super fun!" Star thought for a bit and continued excitedly. "Like, there's this beach where a ton of demons and sometimes other warriors go to just chill and fight. It's tons of fun."" Woohoo! Beach party!" Mabel shouted, and she and Star each threw a high five." It would be kinda cool to check it out. I'm sure if I just brought some water or something I'd be fine." BEA shrugged. "It is pretty warm there, but you kinda get used to it. Granted, we have been changing things in the Underworld to kinda be more diverse," Tom explained to BEA, smiling back at her with his own smile. The group was just laughing at how well Mabel and Star were clicking with one another, with Dipper laughing especially at it." Yeah, but it is pretty good, and it's busy," Tom explained before Dipper turned to Star. "What other stuff is there in Moon?" Dipper asked them as he saw everyone helping themselves to snacks. "Uh..." Star had to really think about what to bring up. She'd lived there nearly her entire life and had seen much of her home dimension, but couldn't think of much that didn't require explanation. "Well, you already heard about the Auditor kingdom, then there's the Spider bite kingdom on the edge of the forest, there's the pigeon kingdom...let's avoid that one...and there's the Pony heads. I mean, there are a ton of dimensions out there besides Moon with a lot of cool stuff in them. We've just gotta check'em out one step at a time."" There's a kingdom that's just pigeons?" Mabel asked eagerly, and couldn't help but laugh." I think I'll skip that visit." Beam uttered, looking a bit grossed out. "Oh wow," Dipper said as he got a big excited smile on his face and he was writing some of the stuff down, all for stuff to do later and explore with Star. "I wonder what else is there. Is getting some of those scissors really that hard?" Dipper asked Star." Yeah, but they're not that bad," Tom told Beat with a smile. "There are weirder places to be around. I learned that back when I got my scissors," Marco added as he looked at the scissors he had. "Well, would either of you guys mind if we went on just a teeny-tiny tour?" Star asked, giving Jackie her best puppy dog eyes. Jackie looked really unsure for a moment before her smile broke through. "Well, all we had planned were just some board games. So, anything goes, right?" She shrugged at Marco, silently passing the final say on to him." Well tonight just got more interesting. " BEA folded her arms in front of her and nodded in satisfaction. "Well, it all depends on who wants to go where," Marco said before he whispered in his girlfriend's ear how his roommate had a potential crush on Star. And as such, he wanted to go and push it, especially since Star has been looking for someone." Uhh Mabel, think you're getting a message from Candy," Dipper noted as she saw Mabel's phone jingle. When Mabel would pick it up, it was requesting her help. How fortuitous." Well, maybe Dipper can go with Star and BEA can go with Tom," Marco suggested Mabel looked a little disappointed, until she picked up her phone and realized Dipper was right. It was Candy, and she sounded upset. With a big waved of her arm, she left the room." Gee," BEA snickered. " What convent pairings. It must be fate." She hoped Tom wouldn't take any kind of offense at her sarcasm. It wasn't as though she didn't want to go with Tom. Quite the contrary. But it was pretty obvious Marco and Jackie were shipping them, and it was funny." She seems nice." Star twittered nervously. "But yeah, where should we go...? Oh! You like history stuff right? I could show you my family history rooms! There's one for warriors on my dad's side that's got a lot of cool weapons. And there's one inside my wand where you can. " She paused and went a little pale. "Forget about that one. It's not really...accurate anymore." Dipper saw Mabel head out and hoped everything would be okay. Though it could be that Candy was dealing with academic troubles. She was going into a challenging field and Mabel and Greta would often go to support or comfort her when she was getting very stressed. So it was now the six of them, three guys and three gals. Tom blushed a bit at hearing what BEA said in regard to that. Unlike BEA though, Dipper was not aware of what Marco and Jackie were planning on doing with them. Dipper turned to Star and noted something was bothering her. "Hey look, if there's something the matter, I'd like to help you," Dipper offered to her with a smile." Well, I suppose I'll take BEA on the tour then," Tom noted before Marco cut him up a portal for them to cross to. "Aw, you're supers wet." Star's smile covered her entire face as she embraced the pine tree-hatted lad. "There are some things that'll just...have to work themselves out. But we can still totally go see the rest of Moon. Or, y'know, at least a good chunk of it today. Right? Bea couldn't help but hop up and down a little like an excited jack rabbit. "Underworld adventure!" She squeaked, before realizing that she'd lost her cool, and tried to smooth her composure. She cleared her throat and smiled. "Sorry, just excited to see it." Dipper blushed a bright shade of red when he felt Star embrace him. He got hugs from his sister often and on occasions Wendy, Candy, Get and even Pacifica one time, but this was something different. However, it felt warm and nice being complimented like that." Look, if there's anything I learned from what my sister and I from our adventure 5 years ago, it's that you need to trust your friends and family to resolve the issues. My family had some secrets that we worked out because we worked together," Dipper explaining, recalling the discovery of Grunge Ford along with his and Stan's reunion with their grandfather Sherman Pines. Tom blushed a bit when he saw BEA jump and down excitedly. "It's cool. I like getting excited too. I used to be kinda sour back when I was younger. Of course, Marco helped me out a lot," Tom admitted. "You ready to go?" he asked. "Aw, thanks Dipper." Star smiled, breaking the hug but retaining a friendly hand on his shoulder. "I know I just met you today, but I feel like we're going to get along like chips and cheese." Her smile grew wider, and the gloom in her eyes faded. It was clear that the old star was back. "Now, let's go!" She slashed through the air with her scissors A gleaming blue portal opened, and without warning, Star pulled Dipper through by his wrist. Once on the other side, he would see that they stood outside a large castle in the midst of (what he would consider) a fantasy village. "Welcome to Moon!" She shouted, shooting fireworks into the daytime sky with her wand. Clearly, she was having fun showing someone completely new around." I am," BEA nodded, but thought better of it after just a second. "Oh wait!" She took one of the plastic cups to the kitchen and filled it with cold water. While she knew it might not be enough to keep her going for a long tour, she figured it would keep her on her feet long enough to get the feel of the place. "Okay, ready now. Sorry." BEA had watched Star and Marco leave, and expected that the two of them might leave similarly. Dipper smiled at seeing Star smile at him with an appreciative look. She was really nice, and he wondered what it'd be like if he met her sooner. It would certainly be pretty amazing. He the saw her scissors create a portal before she grasped his hand and they went in. During the trip, his hand slipped into hers as she presented to him to Moon. He was in awe as he looked at this brand-new world around. "Oh wow, this is amazing," Dipper told her with an excited look. He felt like he was 12 again, looking into the mysteries of Gravity Falls. Tom saw Bead rink some of the cold water, and he smiled at her before he saw Dipper and Star go. "We'll pick you up later," Marco told Tom with a smile before he saw the two enter into the Underworld. "Looks like it's the two of us now," Marco told Jackie with a smile. The Underworld was your traditional standard underworld of lava and such though the two were in front of a very large castle, the castle of the Auditors. "Oh boy," Jackie laughed, wrapping her arms around Marco's shoulders. "What comes next in the plans?" She gave him a long, drawn-out kiss on the cheek. Star, still holding Dipper's hand, pulled him along into town. Vendors sold their goods on the street and greeted her as she passed, all the while curiously checking out the new boy she'd brought along with them. "So, this is, of course, the town that I kind of grew up in. There's not quite as much cool stuff going on here right now, but here's the castle, and over there is the forest that sort of separates us from the monster villages." She paused and turned to face him, noting its importance. "It's not as much of a big deal now, since I'm trying to get monsters and Mewmans to live more...peacefully, but it used to be that monsters who crossed it were chased out of town, or worse." She stopped and stared into the threes for a while without speaking, before grasping Dipper by the hand and pulling him along again. "But we'll check out the castle first." Bea took another sip of water, already starting to feel a little hot under the collar. She just hoped her body temp would adjust. "Wow, it's almost exactly how I pictured it. But that castle is still beautiful!" She told him brightly. Marco kissed Jackie as he laid down on the sofa with her. "Well, we'll probably clean up and then just chill with each other," he told her with a smile on his face. "Last time people didn't clean up, they banned people from the room for weeks," he added. Dipper was looking around at all the places and knew he would be wanting to come back a lot more, especially with everyone else. He could already picture Grunge Stan trying to pull a fast one while Grunge Ford would write down everything. He then noted what she said in regard to the monster villages. Furthermore, he saw her stare at it. Furthermore, he knew that stare; it was a serious stare of someone looking back at the stuff in their life. Dipper knew that stare because he sometimes saw it in himself. Dipper squeezed her hand in a show of support before they went to the castle. "I guess there was a lot of conflict, huh? I mean, a lot of strange beings also live in Gravity Falls, and the rest for the world, but most are pretty okay. The gnomes are jerks though and so are the herd of unicorns there," he noted. Apparently, it turns out that herd was actually exiled to the falls by the rest of the herds worldwide for being "total buzzkills," as one put it." Yeah, ready for the tour?" Tom told her with a smile as he let look around a bit in the Underworld. "The castle here is actually under the castle of the Butterfly," he added with a smile on his face. Jackie cuddled in close. "Well, it shouldn't take too long. We barely unpacked anything."" There's two...uh, breeds, of unicorn around here." Star explained, walking Dipper along as she spoke. "There's the Pony head community, which is actually named for their royal family. And there are the Warriors, who're conjurations... I think that's how my mom explained it anyway. I don't think we've got any gnomes, but Jarvis is a pretty small guy. He might know better than I do." She led him across the drawbridge and into the castle, where several of the royal guard were standing watch." Hi guys! This is Dipper, he's with me." She cheered and passed them by. The guards looked at each other, then back at her and went back to watching the door. The main hall was full of suits of armor and portraits, general decorations. But a loud crash brought Star's attention to the next hall. She looked to her companion and dashed forward. "What's going on?" She panted. King River was swatting at something flying about with an axe. The massive chandelier that had once been the centerpiece of the hall had crashed and bits of golden chain and Chrystal littered the floor. River stopped in mid-strike, and turned his focus to his daughter. "Don't tell your mother about that. I'll fix it. But for now, there's a Flattish in the castle! Quick, see if you can't zap it down!"" What's a Flattish?"" It's a rare kind of bug-like pixie." He explained while swinging at it." They fetch a high price on the black market when they're adults like this, but if you let them into your home, they'll lay eggs and soil everything!"" Wow," BEA gasped, taking in the beauty of the castle. "Your family and hers must go back a long time then?" Dipper smiled as he was listening to what Star was saying, resisting the urge to start jotting down everything about that. He was just happy getting to see all of this wonder and awe. However, more than a few people noted that Dipper and Star were still holding hands while they were going around. Dipper looked at the guards. He was nowhere near as nervous as he used to be, having developed his courage from when he was a pre-teen. However, he kept up with Star, shock on his own face on hearing on everything that was going on. He looked impressed at the man that was Star's dad truing to use an axe on that. Dipper knew that if Mabel was here, she'd probably try and use the grappling hook she had to try and find them. Hearing about the Flattish, he couldn't help but start writing stuff down or such. "Is there anything they like or such we could use to trap them?" Dipper asked curiously.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Yeah, we do, as far as I know. We have been trying to patch things up, especially with the monsters. Since my family is actually connected to monsters, more tend to settle down here. It's pretty all right," Tom notes as he was making sure that BEA was all right and not undergoing any dehydration or such "They lick the dye out of clothing." River panted, letting his axe fall to his side and rubbing the small of his back. "They love fine silks because it's easier to get the dye out. Which means we should keep an eye on your mother's wardrobe. They might also go after the tapestries in the great hall, but it might be harder for them to get a good meal out of those." Star noticed Dipper taking notes and smiled. He reminded her more and more of Marco, and it rang very clear why the two of them were friends. She bet both did well in class. The princess shook herself out of her thoughts and tried to focus on the problem at hand. "Oh no! If mom finds spots in her court gowns, she might literally kill you!"" I know!" River agreed spastically. "That's why we must act quickly."..................................................................................................... Bea cleared her throat a little and sipped the last of her water. Things were getting a little warmer than she'd liked, but she didn't want to leave yet. Not before she'd seen a little more of the Underworld. "So, with all the monster judging going on above ground, what has your Kingdom been doing about them here?" She asked, trying not to make the question sound as pointed as it could have. "Wait, what about clothing that has a lot of color?" Dipper said as he was writing everything down in his journal. Grunge Ford gave it to him so he could write his own notes. It had the golden pine tree on it along with a shooting star, since the journals would be a work of both Dipper and Mabel (Mabel usually wrote her addendums to Dipper's notes though. However, here, he began wondering if he could something of his sister's as bait. That and that by using a good trap, they could get them before any damage was done." Would using some clothing with a lot of color be something they'd go to? Is there a spell to get their attention? How strong are they?" Dipper couldn't help but start asking questions ND taking notes, all in order to better help them out.---------------------------------------------------------------"Well, we've been trying to settle some of them that want to be done here, well here. Of course, the others prefer to be above ground," Tom explains to her as he was seeing her begin to sweat a bit from the heat. "We namely take care of the lava and lost souls here, so the monsters here tend to be the types with abilities related," he adds to her." I want to try something," he tells her before he began channeling some fire before making a swirl. "When I was with Marco, and he was doing his science homework, he said about how heat works so maybe..." he said and BEA would feel cooler... because all the heat was being gathered to Tom's hands instead of going to her. "Whoa, whoa, slow down my boy." River laughed, looking a little relieved already. "They tend to like brighter colors, more in the...eh, pastel? Pumpkin, if you might go and find something colorful and perhaps silk, we can set a trap. Perhaps that will draw their attention enough to trap them without killing them." Okay. I think I've got something that would work." Star run like a shot for her bedroom, leaving River and Dipper standing in the corridor." Well now, who might you be?" River asked, eyeing him a little suspiciously now that a plan had been made. Despite his daughter's furious protests that she and Marco weren't going to happen, River still held out hope. The pair had been through so much together, even without Star around. But this new young man at least showed some promise. More than a few other suitors Star could've brought home. While it wasn't an instant cure-all, BEA did feel very relieved. "Wow, that's amazing. But are you sure you're okay with pulling it in like that? I mean, does it take a lot of concentration?" Dipper was writing notes down while trying to look around for what could work as a trap for this. He figured if they were little critters and such, maybe dropping some sort of container and such on them would work. However, that would require sacrificing the article of clothing and Dipper figured that wouldn't be too god. However, he figured instead that maybe something suction-based could work, like a vacuum. Have them come in range of it and just suck them into a container that they cannot break out of. However, Dipper was snapped from his train of thought as he faced River. "Oh! My name is Dipper. Dipper Pines. I'm Marco's dorm mate and Star's new friend," Dipper said as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "It's nice to meet you, sir. ERM, your highness," Dipper said as he realized he was in front for royalty and while he and his sister weren't afraid to combat authority, they were still respectful.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Well, it does take a bit of focus, but I am pretty good at it," Tom said, not able to help but show off a bit. He was capable of taking large amounts of the heat, and so he wasn't bothered by it. His dad wasn't either, despite being a Newman. However, he wondered if it would be possible for her to get better endurance against the heat and so on. "But yeah, I guess as an outsider, what could be done to better help and improve the Underworld?" Tom asked BEA. River stroked his magnificent mustache and narrowed his eyes at the young man, but then he smiled. "New friend, eh?" He chuckled, seeming to find something conspiratorial about it, and winked. "Well, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders, and goodness knows she'll need more of those around as time goes by. Just be careful. Butterfly women are very, very stubborn. And then of course, she has me as a father. So that's a double-dose." He began to laugh and slapped Dipper on the back a bit roughly. "She'll keep you on your toes, that's for sure." Star returned with a very bright yellow gown speckled in blue flowers. "I don't think I'll ever wear this again. I haven't since.... Geez, I can't even remember. So, if those hungry little buggers eat it, it won't be the end of the world."" Right then." River nodded, taking the garment from his daughter and fetching a spear from one of the ornamental suits of armor along the wall. "We'll put it up here, so they'll see it, and we'll catch them as they're feeding." He hung the dress from the ruins of the chandelier mount and stepped back. "Honey, do you think you could magic us up a jar of some kind? A decently sized one, like for pickles?"" Why don't we just use a pickle jar?"" Well... Your mother had a craving, and I'm not sure if we even have the jar left\ to us."" That woman does love her pickles." Bea chuckled and shrugged. "Air conditioning?" She stepped around him to stand closer while being out of direct contact with the swirl of fire. "I don't think there's really anything you can do. It's just the environment. I'll just have to suck it up and bring more water next time. Maybe some ice or something. But, why don't we keep going with the tour? I'm sure I'll be fine." Dipper smiled at the compliment that River gave him before he noted the word choice that he said describing Star and so on. "I bet she wall. But I dealt with a lot of crazy stuff. My sister is just as fun-loving and excitable as Star, my great-uncle or rather grunge, always has a trick up his sleeve and my other grunge loves doing experiments. So I've always lived a life full of adventure and danger, since 12," Dipper told River with a bit for a smile on his face. He couldn't help but laugh when he got the slap on the back. It kind of reminded him of Manly Dan. Dipper then turned at the gown that Star for them. When he was seeing the plan made, he was getting excited at the thought of seeing more magic." I'm actually thinking maybe we use some sort of sleeping gas and then scoop them up. Unless we made the jar big enough to hold the dress and have ample room for them to fly in, along with a way to seal the lid in quickly," Dipper said to them as he was making notes still, his mind racing fast.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"True, though we do have in the castle. Though there was something Marco told me about some story where the underworld had ice OT something," Tom asked her, alluding to the Divine Comedy. He heard bits of pieces, but he couldn't remember the name of it. He did find the idea fascinating, and he wondered if Beak new about it. They then arrived at the palace. "Ready to enter?" he asked her with a smile. "Ooh, sleeping gas is a good idea!" Star cheered, preparing a spell in her mind." Oh yes, I hadn't thought of that." River agreed, continuing to stroke his beard thoughtfully. "You know, I've watched my wife use magic all our lives together, and yet I still can't seem to think of things magically. It's a puzzle." The thought seemed to roll off his shoulders and he shrugged. "Oh well! Ready when you are, pumpkin!"" Star stood poised, aiming at the garment until she saw little flickers of movement around it, like tricks of the light. "Slumber fog!" She shouted, and a pleasant, blue swirl of fog, dappled with twinkling stars came spewing out of her wand. The Flatfishes fell like hail stones and rested unconscious on the floor." Well done everyone. Now, let's get them collected and make sure there are none missing. There should be about 12 of them." The king yawned, and shook the sleep from his eyes. Star wobbled on her feet, but slapped herself across the face. "I'm awake! I'm awake."" I think he was probably talking about the center of hell in Dante's Divine Comedy." She explained, following him as he issued her into the castle. "See, there are a ton of rings around hell for different types of things Dante figured were sinful, and at the center of it all was Satan, who was always half frozen up to his waist in ice. How he managed to stay frozen with the rest of hell on fire is probably one of the strangest parts of that book. And there were a lot of strange parts in that book." BEA was always excited to share what she knew of literature, especially with people who had the same appreciation for it that she had. Though Tom didn't seem like the bookish type, she might at least have some movies in common. And if now, they were sometimes more effective than the printed page. Dipper smiled at hearing Star compliment him on his good idea before he saw Star use her magic. He stood in awe he saw her use her wand. She was a real-time magical girl, and he was already having so many questions on who could use the wand and how and so on. However, he then saw that they were getting sleepy. Dipper meanwhile had taken a step back to keep himself from the fog. When he saw Star wobbling, he went over to her to make sure she wouldn't fall. He looked over the 12 unconscious little pixies and went through his knapsack. "It looks we could probably fit them in my water bottle," Dipper said as he carefully shoved the little pixie creatures inside. "Where should I put them? Outside? Or could you make a portal to their habitat?" Dipper asked Star.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tom meanwhile was in fascination as he was hearing BEA talk about the book. "I guess I found it interesting, the idea that in the ultimate part of the underworld, there was ice. The again, Marco also mentioned not all the place was hot, that there were dust and whirlwinds and other parts," Tom said, thinking more on what he mentioned on the book. Seeing her excited look however made Tom happy. "Tell me more then. I'd like to hear more," he said with his own excited look. "Actually, I'll take them off your hands." River reached out and gently took the bottle from Dipper. "You've been a great help, young man. I thank you." He seemed almost Stoic for a minute before slapping Dipper on the back again and letting out a jovial, "Come back and see us any time.", and taking his leave. Star knew her father was fairly easy to please, but she wondered what would have happened if her mother had met him first. She didn't have time to wonder long, as her mother poked her large, elaborate hairstyle from around the corner. She seemed to be a little hesitant to enter the space where the Flattish had been, but as soon as her husband had left with them, she stepped into plain sight. Furthermore, she wore her usual gown in varying shades of blue, and straightened it, as though unconsciously checking to make sure it was all still there." I told your father no more exotic creatures in the castle." She muttered before fully recognizing that Star had company. "Oh, please excuse me. I didn't know you had a guest."" Oh, yeah! This is Dipper Pines. Dipper, this is my mom." She stopped and thought a minute, watching her mom's face shift a few times before continuing. "Oh, right... This is my mom, Queen Moon Butterfly."" Very pleased to meet you, Dipper." She smiled politely and offered him her hand. As they walked together, BEA resisted the urge to skip a little. "Well, the first thing you should know is that it was written by a man who was...well, religious seems like an understatement. So, it's pretty heavy-handed. There seem to be a lot of biomes in the underworld; deserts, forests, lava lakes, and at the center of it all is just this big empty cavern with a half-frozen Satan in it. The main character, Dante, is guided through all of them by the...eh, angel Virgil. He's the one who does most of the preaching in this thing." They passed into the interior, and BEA was greeted by a wave of relief. It wasn't as cold as she would have personally enjoyed, but damn was it better than being outside. Dipper laughed a bit again when River slapped his back. It really did remind him of Manly Dan in a way, although River was a fair bit more jolly to say the least. However, Dipper's train of thought was soon interrupted by another voice, this time a feminine one. He turned to see that it was Star's mother. He was a bit surprised given that she looked a bit old, though he wondered if it was just her hair color actually being naturally like that along with the stress of being a ruler." Don't blame Mr. River. They were apparently just a pest that he was working to get rid of," Dipper said to Moon. When Star confirmed that she was indeed her mother and thus the Queen, Dipper gave a bow of respect to Moon. "It's pleased to meet you too, your highness," he told her with an awkward smile. "I'm a new friend of Star and I really wanted to see Moon," he told her with an eager smile.------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tom stood in fascination and joy in being with BEA. He hadn't felt this happy with someone since he is as first with Star, but it was even more so fascinating and wonderful here. He heard her talk about how some of the stuff worked and so on in the story. "So there were like different levels and such based on the bad stuff that they did?" Tom asked her, intrigued. He would take the throne in some years and learning how to shake things up and expand while making changes would help out the Auditor Kingdom a lot. Queen Moon's expression when from vexed to amused very smoothly. "Mr. River..." She chuckled. "Well, I'm very pleased to see that Star has a new friend that might keep her out of trouble."" Hey!" Star shouted indignantly." Oh, you know I'm only teasing. I think you've grown up quite a bit since the... earlier unpleasantness."" You mean, Eclipse?"" Yes! That unpleasantness." She turned her attention back to Dipper. "Tell me, do of like history?" Moon looked hopeful, but Star let out a little moan." But that underworld is kind of differently functional." BEA continued, speaking as she passed through the dungeon-like halls with burning wall sconces. "I don't know that you could set it up exactly the same here. You'd have to find a different way to organize." She looked directly into his face and smiled. "I'm sure you already have some great ideas." Dipper couldn't help but chuckle at what Moon said in regard to Star. "Oh not really. My sister and I have been dealing with all sorts of weirdness since we were kids," Dipper responded to her with a smile on his face before he wondered who Eclipse was. He made a note to ask Star about it at a later time. However, he was then offered an opportunity to learn some more history. However, looking to Star, he decided not to go for it... for now." I love history! But I already promised Star for the surrounding tour, but I would love to know more about the history at another time," Dipper said with a big dorky smile on his face.--------------------------------------------------------------------"Well, I mean, I definitely tried making big changes to stuff before," Tom said, laughing a bit nervously with a mild blush, remembering all the changes he made to the Blood Moon Ball those years ago, all to impress Star. However, he also knew those changes were for the better and to help out the Kingdom. Traditions are nice, but if they did not have much purpose for being there... well, why keep it? Especially if it was based on some bad stuff." Yeah, but I would also love to hear your ideas since I still don't know that much on life on Earth," he tells her, smiling upon seeing her smile and even blushing at how pretty he found it. Moon caught sight of a very relieved Star from the corner of her eye and smiled warmly. "Alright then, perhaps you and Star might join me for lunch after your tour. I hope you haven't eaten already? I know the hours are a little different between here and Earth?"" I think it was kind of snacks for dinner." Star thought aloud. "Maybe if we're hungry enough by the time I've run him around Moon." She grabbed him by the wrist and practically ripped him along. "Bye Mom, thanks!" The princess tugged him down the hall to a staircase and down several flights of stairs, not stopping until she hit the bottom. "Phew! That was close!" Bea nodded, taking it all in. She wasn't sure what she'd expected from a Prince of the Underworld, but she didn't think Tom was it. He didn't seem especially confident around her, like there was something he was still working out. She wondered what it could be; she hadn't thought she'd done anything to make herself hard to read. Perhaps he might become more confident the further along they got." Well, I'd be happy to introduce you to a few things, but admittedly, I've only seen a fraction of the Earth myself." She cast her small, blueberry eyes at the vaulted cabin. "It's kind of funny actually, there are some people on E Before Dipper could respond to the offer that Moon offered, Dipper felt Star grab his hand and began dragging him along going down several staircases. During the time, her hand ends up slipping into his and Dipper couldn't help but hold onto it. "Why? What's the matter?" Dipper asked her, wondering why she had a reaction in regard to her not wanting to be with her mom. However, he then realized that they were in a different part of the castle." Where are we?" Dipper asked Star.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Well, I would still learn more," Tom told her with a smile and a slight blush on his face. He was becoming more comfortable being with BEA as he was spending time with her. "We're close to the castle basement." Star panted, just a little out of breath. "Look, my mom is great, and I love her, but she can get kind of... intense without realizing it. My dad says it's a Butterfly thing, but I don't see it. Anyway, before you know it, she'd be interrogating you and doing all kinds of weird...mind...test thingies!" She sighed. "Just, I don't know, give it some more time before you have tea with her."......................................................................................................................................................................................................." Great." BEA laughed. "And with the ability to hop in and out of dimensions, you can basically teleport. You wouldn't even need to worry about planes or passports. You could get around the world in 80 minutes!" She sighed and smiled a little sadly. "Magic is so cool." Dipper couldn't help but chuckle a bit at what Star said in regards ti being intense. "Well, it's probably her just trying to look out for you," Dipper told her with a smile. "What do you have here in the castle basement?" Dipper asked her as he was looking around, trying to change the subject to help Star ease up. All the while, he was still holding onto her hand, despite not fully realizing it. Perhaps it was because it felt natural." I'm sure it'll be all right," Dipper said, giving her a smile. As he looked at Star, he couldn't help but admit how pretty she was. Like an athletic yet sparkly sort of pretty. He couldn't explain it........................................................................................................................................................................................................" Yeah, Star told me how you don't have magic there on Earth, at least normal ones. Marco did mention in a text that Dipper said he knew about Earth magic," Tom said before he noted she had on that sad sort of smile. "Something on your mind?" Tom asked her while walking through the castle, and he'd be letting her look all over the palace he called home. However, he was also leading her through the palace to the front of some large black-colored doors." I'm sorry for springing this up on you so suddenly, but uh... I want to introduce you to my parents," Tom told her with a smile as he wondered what his parents would think about her and vice versa. "The laundry!" She cheered before realizing how unimpressive it sounded. "Well, okay, it's cooler than it sounds. C'mon, I'll show you." She continued to guide him by the hand toward a large door with shots leading to carts on either side of it. The carts themselves were full of clothes, and there was a lone man sorting through each cart by color. Star cleared her throat. The man turned to face her, and saluted." Hail Princess!"" Dipper, this is Sir Lava." She leaned into him. "He's kind of my favorite knight on staff here." Sir Lava visibly blushed under the helmet he was wearing and bowed. "I have received the dress used to trap the fishes!"" Flittishes?"" Yes! Those!" He held up the garment and indicated a few spots on the gown. "The color have started to bleed here and here, and it looks as thought the color is completely gone from this floral piece. It may require a complete replication, as I am not sure if I can save the existing garment." He seemed defeated, as though he were a doctor admitting there was nothing he could do." Oh! That's okay, Sir Lava. I used that gown because I don't care about it anymore. But thank you for all your hard work." The man practically glowed with pride at her recognition, then stowed the dress in a separate bag................................................................................................................................................................................ She realized her expression had faltered. "Oh no! It's nothing. It's...it's kind of stupid." She shook her head "What else did you want to show me?" She asked, trying to change the subject. "Wait, what?" Dipper said with a half-smile upon hearing about them being in the laundry. He was looking at the big area filled with clothes, and it reminded him on how Mabel had a lot more clothes than him because of her sweater skills. Granted, she would do her laundry and even make a game out of it by using hand-cranked washing machines as to not waste water and electricity." Nice to meet you," Dipper said with a smile as he bowed back to the laundry knight. He wondered why they would need a Knight, but his long experience with the total absurdity of the stuff he saw meant that there was definitely a good reason for it." Wow, there's a lot of clothes here. I wonder what Sir Lava would think of y sister. She loves knitting sweaters," Dipper noted as he was making some notes and looking around.------------------------------------------------------------------"You can talk to me about anything that's bothering you," Tom told her as he looked at her. "I mean, I kinda know what it's like not fitting in. My parents are an odd couple, but they're so happy together, and I was able to get my life be good even though I'm kinda of a monster that looks like a Newman. My skills aren't as much magic as just stuff I'm born with, not like the spells Star can do," he said to her, opening up to her. "Hmm, I don't know." Star shrugged. "Maybe they'd compare techniques? I'm not sure if he's a knitter, but I would be willing to bet gold he does. I think he might fix socks... But yeah, you're sister's cool. So, most people probably like her." She grinned and took his hand. "C'mon, I'll show you the rest.".................................................................................. She looked at him a little hopelessly. "I guess I just feel at a disadvantage around here." She admitted. "Everyone else seems to have some kind magical power or special ability. I know it sounds really petty! I guess I just feel like a tag along." BEA had stopped and cast her eyes up to the swirling mist dancing along the ceiling of the castle. She had to look at anything but Tom, or she'd never get it out. "Yeah, though she tends to get carried away a lot, but she does mean well," Dipper said with a chuckle. "She was always good with people skills, and I wasn't much that social when I was younger. Even after my adventures in Gravity Falls, Wendy was my first real friend and the others were friends of friends. Mabel's BFFs, Candy and Greta were also my friends, but through her. I mean, I get along with Mabel's boyfriend, Merman do... and Greta's boyfriend whenever he's around, but he's usually pretty busy in Austria," Dipper noted before he realized he was rambling a bit. However, he happily grabbed her hand and followed her around." I guess I kinda worry if people like me for me," Dipper somewhat sheepishly confessed to her as he reflected on everything. However, he felt very comfortable disclosing all of this to Star.-----------------------------------------------------------------------Tom looked at her as he was hearing her confessing how she felt. He then went to embrace her. He did not know why, but it felt right. Like it was the right thing to do. But not just that, but because he wanted to as well. "You don't magic or such to be special. Back when I was younger, I used to wonder what made Marco so special that Star wanted to be with him, but he was special in his own way. He's a good person. And looking back at you humans, you all have done a lot of progress with your technology and so on. Heck, most of everyone my age think Earth is really cool and that humans are really lucky," he explained to her as he looked at her in the eyes. "And you are special too. I just met you... but there's something special about you. I don't think a lot of people could accept this stuff and even embrace it," he told her with a comforting smile. Star stopped abruptly, causing Dipper to bump into her. She turned, still holding his hand and looked him in the face. "I've only met your and your sister once, and I liked both of you. But you guys are AAAAA different people. And I like you for the person that you are. I mean, maybe I don't know a lot, but the stuff I do know, I don't feel like I have to dumb down for you. And that makes me feel like I can talk to you." She smiled and continued walking. "I hope that helps.".................................................................................................................................................................................... The corner of her mouth raised in a little half smile. "I didn't think I'd get to embrace it literally so soon." She snickered and momentarily tightened her grasp on him before stepping back. It was hard not to laugh at his consistent use of the word "special", but she could tell he really meant what he was saying. As great as technology was, she wished there was some way she could learn magic as well. Dipper bumped into Star before he looked at her, her staring at him in the eye. He looked surprise at what she said to her. It felt... wonderful. He felt very happy that someone said something like that. "It does. I guess with Mabel always been the popular one, I was in the shadow," he confessed with a sheepish smile before he continued walking with her, though he couldn't help but squeeze her hand. "I mean, you both like a lot of stuff, but she's never been that big in exploring mysterious or stuff like this, though she always tagged along with me to help," Dipper said. "You're incredible too. You're a magical princess and from what I just saw, you're an awesome one," he added with a smile.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tom blushed brighter when he felt BEA hug him tighter before she stepped back. "Sorry if I came off like a dork," Tom said as he was surprised at how comfortable he was around BEA. "But if you really want to know magic, maybe Star knows something," he adds to her before he checked the watch Marc gave him a couple birthdays ago. "Oh yeah... um... want to meet my parents?" Tom offered to her as he recalled they were standing outside the throne room. "Aw, thank you!" She beamed, leading him to the guards' quarters. "So, this is where all the knights hang out. I kinda try not to come down here too much. There's a lot of...conflicting personalities." A few in particular made her wrinkle her nose at the idea, but no tour of the castle would be complete without it. Poking her head in the hall, she saw a handful of burly men and women in varying states of armored readiness. She stepped aside and let him in to observe, putting on a neutral face while doing so.............................................................................................................................................................................................." Oh!" She flushed a bright red. "I mean... I'd love to but I'm... I mean, I don't think I'm dressed..." She trailed off, turning her gaze away. Of course, they were his parents, and he walked about in a state of casual dress. But this was his house and he could do that. But they were also royalty, and she didn't want her first impression to be a poor one. "I mean, if you think it wouldn't make a bad first impression?" She offered, seeing that he actually seemed excited to introduce them. "Wait, what do you make by that?" Dipper asked her before she led them into the room full of knights. He was making some notes and so on. Already though, he noticed one of the female knights was looking at him. She had red hair, green eyes and a bit of a surly look. "What's her problem?" Dipper asked out loud before one of the knights answered. "That's Higgs. She and the Princess don't get along much. Though that's no reason to not see us again, Princess," the knight said before another swooped up Star." After all, we were the ones who raised you!" the other one said. "Wait, what?" Dipper asked, a little bemused. "Well, the King and Queen asked us to babysit the Princess when she was a baby," he said. He had a scar on his face. "Sir Scars guard," he said using his free hand to shake Dipper's own.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Of course not! My dad can be pretty tense, but that's only because of the job. When it's me and friends, he's actually pretty all right," Tom told her with a smile. "I will gotta say. My mom is pretty surprising to look at, but she's very nice when you get to know her," he told her with a smile. "So, are you ready?" he asked her. Star couldn't help but giggle as she was picked up, but her expression drooped. "I know I should have come to see you guys more often. But after that whole thing with Eclipse and me being Queen for like, a month while we found my mom..." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I guess I just wanted to forget about this place for a while, and that included you. I'm sorry." She threw an arm around Sir Scars guard's head and neck while he still had her on his shoulder. "Oh, and this is my friend Dipper. I'm showing him around. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to introduce him, but something about the heartfelt confession followed by a casual introduction made her laugh.........................................................................................................................................................." Well," BEA began a touch nervously. "If you think it's okay, then I'm all for it." She folded her hands in front of her, but not before reaching one up to make sure that her hair was straight in its ponytail and her skirt was wrinkle free. Maybe she was being overly cautious, but she really liked Tom, and she wanted to have the easiest time seeing him as she could. And to her, that meant being liked by the denizens of the Underworld, especially his parents. Most of the older knights hugged Star in response, just being very happy to see her once more. "So, you're the Princess' new companion? Have you fought in any great and epic battles?" One knight asked Dipper. Dipper couldn't help but chuckle and laugh. "Yeah. My sister and I along with our family and friends saved the universe from an evil psychotic demon back when we were 12... so like 6 years ago," Dipper said, not able to believe how much time has past and how much they did since Armageddon." Verily, it appears you have chosen wisely, Princess. Perhaps he is someone you are considering by your side?" another knight said, this one with a smirk on her face, implying a potential relationship between the two.-----------------------------------------------------------------Tom smiled at her as he grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly before he led them to the door. Over there were his parents, who were looking more than a bit interested in their son's new companion. The King, Dave Auditor, was sitting there. He initially had a very tense and intimidating look before he softened to a more curious and soft look upon seeing it was just his son and his companion. He looked very human like or rather Seamanlike. Meanwhile, the Queen, Wrathmelior Auditor, was a gigantic demons with red skin, large horns, three eyes and so on. She had on a more relaxed and friendly look, with her gaining a bit of an excited look when she saw her son with a new lady friend." All rising! King Dave Auditor and Queen Wrathmelior Auditor!" one of the servants aid while Tom bowed. "Mother... Father... this is my new friend, BEA. BEA, these are my parents," Tom told her. Star flushed a little and shook her head. "Uh... I mean, we're totally friends, but we kinda just met like, earlier today. She looked to Dipper and smiled sheepishly. "I am looking forward to seeing you in a fight though. It should be fun."............................................................................................................................................................................... She wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do at the time, but BEA followed her instincts and dropped a very graceful curtsy. "Very pleased to meet your majesties." The words did not come out quite as gracefully as the curtsy, but they were at least clear enough to be heard. Dipper also blushed at the comment that the knight made though when he looked to Star, he didn't exactly have any idea of denials in mind. They were getting along nicely and so on, but it would be pretty wild to say for them to form a relationship, especially since if it would lead to him marrying her and becoming king... but... did he mind that idea...? However, he also smiled back at her sheepishly. "Yeah. I learned how to fight from my Granules. Mainly boxing though so I don't know how to use weapons. I do have something to make my punches more powerful though," Dipper said, thinking of the Gnome Battle Cuffs he got back when he was 12. They made his punches more powerful and allowed him to punch stuff he wouldn't be able to punch with his bare hands." Where should we go now?" Dipper asked, not wanting to disrupt any events or practices the knights were occupied with.-----------------------------------------------------------------------"It's a pleasure to meet you," Dave said as he and his wife bowed upon seeing the curtsy of BEA. "It's been a while since we saw Tom had a lady friend," Wrathmelior said before she chuckled with a smile on her face. It was certainly surprising seeing her son with someone, and they seem to be already pretty close. "What brings you here, BEA?" she asked BEA. "Ooh, why not the warrior stables!" Star clapped her hands in tiny little taps. "They're great. I can summon a kind of Warrior, but it's not quite the same. C'mon!" Grabbing him by the hand she continued pulling him along................................................................................................." Oh, I asked Tom to show me around the Underworld." BEA replied with a smile. "Warrior? Like, war unicorns?" Dipper said with a bemused look. However, he couldn't help but smile at seeing her excitement before he was then dragged with her toward the stables. He was enjoying holding hands with her, and it just felt right with him. "There is a herd of unicorns in Gravity Falls, but they're kinda jerks," Dipper confessed, remembering how his sister dealt with them and then Dipper actually meeting them the next year. Though at the same, they also made fair criticisms to Mabel, something even she would admit when older. However, given Star, he figured these unicorns would be better.---------------------------------------------------------------------"Well, we certainly do not have as many interesting sights as above, but we are happy you are enjoying your time here," Wrathmelior said with a smile while Dave was also looking at her. "What is that you would want to do when you are older?" Dave asked her with an analytical look. Star pulled him along until they hit a pastoral, fenced in grassy field. "So, these warriors are more like the sword-horse kind. They're naturally occurring and can't talk the way that mine can when I summon them. But I think they've got eh...better temperaments." From seemingly out of nowhere, she pulled a piece of butterscotch candy from behind her back and held it out to the lazily grazing warriors. One of the massive horses trotted over and dipped its head to take the candy. The giant, blade-like horn nearly caught star in the face, but she didn't seem affected at all................................................................................................................................................................................................ A sort of job interview switch flipped on in BEA's mind. She knew King Auditor was looking for something, though it was a crazed leap to think Tom was interested in her that way already. Though she supposed he might not have introduced her to them if he weren't expecting this. She thought a moment and cleared her throat. "Well, currently I'm in school studying literature and Theatre. But aside from leaving me well-read, that has a lot of other practical applications." She wondered if it was a mistake to mention what she was studying first. Neither of them was an especially secure path to financial success. At least, according to most people on Earth. "With the set of skills I have, I'm hoping to get into a profession that allows for creative expression and a need for communication." She sighed inwardly, knowing it was the best she could have done under short notice. "Wait, what?" Dipper asked her, wondering what she meant by them being sword horses. However, he would get his answer when he saw Star pull out a piece of butterscotch candy and then one of the large horses with a blade-like horn appearing. "Oh wow..." Dipper said as he was cautiously near them, and he was looking at them. He was writing some info about these guys that he could." Can I get closer?" Dipper asked Star.----------------------------------------King and Queen Auditor sat up when they saw BEA change posture. While the two would always ask this question to the lady friends of Tom, she was the first one that looked pretty serious about approaching the whole thing. However, he couldn't help but appreciate her seriousness. Perhaps she could be the one after all." Well, well, that was unexpected, but in a pleasant way. You seem to be a serious and determined young woman. The arts are an important thing to study after all. What else do you know?" King Dave asked, looking more interested and with a smile on his face. Star's grin spread over her entire face. "Do you want to ride one?" She leaned toward him, almost poking him with the little devil horns on her headband......................................................................................................................................................................................" Well, that's a very broad question, your highness." BEA smiled, feeling much more confident in her ability to speak now that they had complimented her so well. She didn't let it give her a swelled head, but proceeded brightly. "I'd like to think I know a lot of things. Most importantly, how to communicate. I think being able to read the room and figure out how to get your point across is one of the most important skills a person can have." "Uh sure. I mean, if they're okay with it," Dipper said as he saw her big smile and couldn't help but smile back.----------------------------------------------------------------"Well, that's definitely a skill that we are quite aware of, and we find quite important. After all, royalty have a lot of responsibility," King Dave said with a smile. "Yes, especially since our little Tommy would always have a temper, even if he cooled down as he got older," Queen Wrathmelior said teasingly, causing Tom to blush. "Mommy," he muttered. "So we're hoping whatever lucky girl he ends up with will be able ti better communicate when he cannot," she added, winking at BEA. "Great!" Star hopped the fence and mounted one of the warriors bareback, and was about ready to ride off when something occurred to her. "Oh Fairy dust! Have you ever ridden a horse before?" She slipped down off the steed's back a little ungracefully, but brushed herself off and stood................................................................................................................................................................... Bea tried not to laugh, but couldn't help cracking a smile. "Well, I have to admit, I've got a bit of a temper too. But there's something about being around people who're a little more...hotheaded than I am that cools me off. I think it has something to do with my parents being...uh, shall we say...the least diplomatic people in existence." Dipper couldn't help but smile at her unique curse word or such. "Yeah, I have before admit tingly, but it has been a while," Dipper explained to her. The last time was when he once rode one when he visited the baron in Austria. Despite it, he wasn't that good at it. "So maybe I could ride with you," he suggested to her shyly.---------------------------------------------------------------------------"Yes though Tom has always been the more hot-headed around it, so perhaps someone to cool him down would help," Dave said with a smile on his face before he looked adoringly as his beloved and larger demon wife. "What else do you like doing besides focusing on reading and so on? What do you think about magic?" Wrathmelior asked BEA. "Totally! But let me go get a saddle." She dashes off and returns very quickly with a heavy leather saddle. She fit the girth belt and tightened it appropriately. "Okay, I'll get up first and then... and then you can sit behind me." A touch of color brushed her cheeks, but she turned away and pulled herself up onto the horse....................................................................................................................................................................................... That did it. A heavy desire and longing crept into her eyes before BEA answered the question. She managed to retain total neutrality in her voice. "I have a great deal of interest in magic. But I'm afraid I have no aptitude for it. I've never been taught." Dipper saw her go off and return with a saddle before putting it on the warrior. His own blush appear at the fact that he would be very close to her. Said blush intensified when he got on behind her. "I should probably hold on to you, right?" Dipper said a bit shyly.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dave and Wrathmelior both noticed it. The desire for her to learn magic. "Well, from the little we have learned, it appears humans can perform magic, though that was with the magic wand of the Butterflies. It could be possible to do some magic, though admit tingly, our abilities are also different. Tom for example can perform curses onto people and other abilities that could count as magic," Dave said as he was thinking. "It might be possible for you to learn that, but we would have no idea how to go about that," he added." Though Star could access the Realm of Magic. Maybe BEA could awaken magical abilities if she was exposed there momentarily," Wrathmelior suggested though Tom looked shocked. "Yeah, maybe, but that place is a bit messed up," Tom said, remembering how troublesome it was. "Also, I don't know if Marco doing magic was normal or if it was because of the demon arm bit," Tom noted. He did turn to BEA with a smile. "We could try and figure out how you could learn magic," he assured her with a smile. "Uh...yeah. Yeah! Just, uh, y'know around the waist. Or whatever. That should be fine." Star tried to smile through her awkwardness, but it just made the grin appear unhinged. She waited for Dipper to take hold and give the warrior a little kick. It reared up high, and star held on with her legs as it took off running across the Butterfly estate. Star's hair blew in the wind, which was normally a sensation she loved. But it didn't take long for her to realize it might've been better to tie it up, so that it didn't hit Dipper in the face............................................................................................................................................................" I'm willing to study whatever magical literature you have." BEA practically shouted. But she stopped and recaptured her passions. "Uh, if you think that would help. Otherwise, I'm content with watching and learning that way. Especially considering I've only just gotten here." Dipper smiled back at her awkwardly, but he had a var noticeable blush. Once he was on, he had his arms around her waist and held on while they were riding. It was faster and much different from a normal horse. "Oh wow, this is incredible," Dipper said, unable to contain a wood of excitement while they were riding on the warrior.--------------------------------------------------------------------------Dave and Wrathmelior both smiled. They found her excitement very endearing. "Do not worry on restraining yourself. Yes we are royalty, but we also are people with our own moments of excitability," Wrathmeilor said with a smile. "Even my dear husband often cuts loose despite being Mr. Intense," she said with a giggle. Star turned her head a little to see him grinning, and it made her feel so much better. She steered the warrior toward a little obstacle course. "Hold on tight." She leads the steed to jump a few of the hurtles........................................................................................................................................." Oh? What is it that energizes you, your highness?" BEA was curious to know what kind of hobbies a monarch of the underworld might have. Dipper held onto Star tighter, blushing a bit at the embrace he was having with the pretty princess. "Oh wow, this is amazing," Dipper said as he was holding onto her, and they were moving fast. "You're perfect at this." he told her with a smile.----------------------------------------------------------------------"Well, we all like to go meet together and meet up sometimes, especially as our kids are growing up and taking more responsibilities," Dave said with a chuckle. "I've been practicing magic, so I can shrink myself to a smaller size," Wrathmelior commented. "I used to do this all the time as a kid. It feels great doing it again. Oh, here's the best part! Hold on!" The warrior reached the top of a hill that appeared to drop off into a massive cliff. But before they plummeted to their death, star waved her wand and a massive rainbow slide connected the hill top to the valley below. The warrior slid down the slide, trying to catch it's footing before reaching the bottom. Even it was panting a little." Wasn't that fun?" Star giggled... ..............................................................................................................................................................................................................." That sounds delightful." BEA replied She glanced over at Tom, just to see what he thought. Dipper holds onto Star even higher when she told him to hang on. He saw her create the rainbow slide with pure magic as they were sliding down. Dipper couldn't help but whoop in excitement at the experience of it all. This was something wonderful and miraculous." That was amazing! You're amazing! Oh my gosh! I want to see more and learn more!" Dipper said excitedly, feeling like he was 12 again discovering the secrets of Gravity Falls for the first time.------------------------------------------"Yeah, I have been doing more and more to take up the reigns, even if politics can be a pain to deal with," Tom said with an embarrassed chuckle. Star thought a minute. "I'm not totally sure what to do next...uh, well what kind of stuff do you want to learn?"............................................................................................" Maybe I could shadow you one of these days while you do stuff for the Kingdom?" BEA offered a little nervously. "I mean, if you don't think that would annoy you?" “Well, what else would you want to show me? Maybe some more magic?” Dipper admitted with a sheepish smile, shy at his outburst.—————————————————“That would actually be very pleasant!” Tom said out loud with a goofy smile. "Hmm," Star thought, leaning against the fence once they'd returned the Warrior to it's stable to rest. "I'm not sure... I think we'd have one quick thing to do before mom wanted us for tea." She thought a little longer. "Well, I guess we could go to see the mote monster. If he's still around. He's kind of the only monster that lives around here, and sometimes he just swims out through the river to do his monster than somewhere else. But we'll see if he's around." She took him by the hand and led him back toward the castle.............................................................................................................................................................................. Bea grinned. "Well that settles it. I'll be happy to go around with you when you're out doing your rounds." Dipper wondered what was it that Star was thinking that they could do before meeting up with Star's mom. "Well sure! That sounds all right," Dipper told Star with a smile as he was walking with Star, his hand in hers. He was finding it very comfortable and nice just holding Star's hand and so on.------------------------------------------------------"All right then," Tom said with a goofy smile on his face. "That sounds lovely," Wrathmelior said with a giggle.

Star Falls (MysteriousD x Applepoisoneer)|rating:4.0

Spioraid (Sparkley and Reach)

A small pouch was tossed onto the desk table between them. The flap opened, perfectly revealing one of the bane leaves. Greer's eyes were locked onto the pouch. It was hard not to know what the contents were. Almost everyone knew what bane leaves looked like. The world they lived in made it even more likely that they had seen it before. Of course, Greer recognized the pouch from last night as well. She had thought he...well, obviously he hadn't. "Samar's ashes," she cursed as she took in the sight. Her eyes moved over to the bodyguard. "Tori, I swear to the Gods, that is not mine," she said, looking imploringly at him. "I know that it probably pretty unbelievable, but it's the truth." She sighed and raked her hands over her face as she realized the horrible situation she was in. She knew how intolerant Madame was of things like this. Her only solace was that Tori had come to her to at least explain. If she could get him on her side, then Madame might not throw her out onto the streets." The guy I had last night, it's his. We were finishing up, and he was goin' through his clothes. He pulled that pouch out, asked me if I wanted one. I told him I don't do that stuff, and that he couldn't do it here. He went out of my room and came back like, ten minutes later." She sighed, looking down at the floor. "I should have come told you when he left, but he's a good client. He's never asked me that before. I guess he..." She shook her head as she thought about it, "threw the pouch away? I don't know. I'm really not sure why he would throw those away. He could make some money selling them." Laughing at Kitty, Mae responded, "It does smell a lot cleaner out here. Madame loves her incense, though." Mae led them through Worker's Square to Abilene's, the old woman who kept a fabric and dress shop. On the way, they passed a number of people going about their lives. A few of them recognized Mae. Some of them smiled and nodded as they passed. Two different gentlemen gave her a big grin, obviously clients of the brothel. There were also a number of scowls in their direction. No one dared to speak out to them, since Madame Raleigh was such a huge presence in the community, but it was clear there were people who were not happy about Mae and Kitty walking the streets. The bodyguard listened to the story Greer had for him and watching her body language closely, she seemed genuine and was clearly distressed. All the girls understood the severity of being caught doing drugs or in possession of them. Tori was not the brightest judge of character, and he liked to believe the best of everyone, but he found himself inclined to believe Greer. He was not sure if it was because he wanted to believe her so badly or if it was because he felt he had a good feeling for her reaction, but he was fairly certain she was telling the truth. She had not shown any clear signs of lying, there had been no hesitation in her voice or thoughtfulness in her eyes as if she was trying to come up with a lie. After the silence dragged between them for several minutes with Greer shifting fretfully Tori finally spoke, "I believe you." He said to her slowly. His eyes were focused on the pouch of Bane leaves between them, and he sighed deeply as if relieved. He had been more than ready to drag the young woman kicking and screaming to Madame Raleigh if he had too, but this was the preferable course. He proceeded to tell Greer that he had only known to look for the Bane because the Mistress of the Brothel had sensed its use out back through the tree and that he was going to bring it to her one way or another. Furthermore, he also told Greer that he cared about her very much and would gladly go with her and be there for her while they talked to Madame Raleigh about what happened." You know we have to tell her and go to her," he said. "Good client or not we don't condone these things under this roof," Tori's voice was stern, but he tried his best not to be overly intimidating. He made it clear there was no option of keeping this a secret. "We will tell Madame, and we'll tell her which client. It's a shame to lose a regular but if he's doing this then he is NOT welcome here." In the end it was best to get rid of people like that, and Tori was glad Madame Raleigh was a believer in keeping it clean here. Although whoever this man was had good money, his money was not worth endangering the girls. "If anything like that ever happens again you come to myself or Madame Raleigh right away. Even if it's while a customer goes to do drugs. You come and get us, and we'll settle it. Got that?" Kitty skipped along with Mae, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her face and the wind in her golden hair. It was not long before her mood was stunted slightly though when she noticed many of the looks they were getting were dirty ones. Although plenty of people were friendly she noticed more of them were not, and she had to keep the scowl from her face. "Some people are just so rude," she muttered to Mae as she noticed a couple walking by. The woman was glaring right at them and the face of her husband was familiar even to the new girl. She almost sneered at the wife but managed to check herself, "instead of being mad that their husbands come to us... maybe they should try doing their own job better." She snorted conversationally to Mae. The young woman heaved a sigh reminding herself over and over she had to keep up appearances even outside to uphold Madame Raleigh's ideals and forced a smile onto her face, "I am so not going to let these buttholes ruin this trip to me." She said matter-of-factly at Mae, and then giggled at her own choice of insult. As soon as Tori spoke those three words, Greer's whole body deflated from the breath she had been holding. He believed her. That was one step closer to making sure she didn't get kicked out. She smiled genuinely at him when he spoke about how much he cared about her. Tori had always been like an older brother to her, and she was glad he was willing to come to her about this first. But then he said that had to go talk to Madame." Oh, no! Tori, can't we just keep this between us?" She pleaded, eyes wide with fright at the idea of going to the Madame. "She won't believe me. You know how she is about drugs. She will see this pouch and won't have eyes for anything else! She'll throw me out in a heartbeat! I can't go live on the streets. I just can't. Furthermore, I would never jeopardize my place here by doing crap like that, but..." Tears were welling up in her eyes at the thought of having to leave. Worse, of having Madame Raleigh think she was doing drugs in the house." She won't believe that it was Radar," she murmured, looking down at the bane on the desk. Radar was one of Greer's regulars. He visited at least once a week. Radar was nothing but polite to everyone who worked at Madame Raleigh's. He was a wealthy fire crafter, a widower. In private, he had told Madame that Greer reminded him of his late wife.~Mae smirked at the younger girl's antics, but encouraged her to lower her voice. She giggled along with Kitty's phrasing, pulling her coat tighter to herself as a gust of wind ripped through the street. They soon found themselves at Abilene's. Mae took Kitty's hand a pulled her along inside." Now, be careful touching things in here," she warned as they passed the threshold. "Some of the fabrics are very expensive. Madame would have both our hides if Miss Abilene charged her for something we ruined." Ailene's dress and fabric shop was in its usual chaotic order. Rising twelve feet in the hair, the shelves were stacked with rolls of different fabrics. The shelving lined two walls. The room held multiple displays of dresses handmade by the shop owner. Most were done in silks and satins, showing off the best work Abilene could do. As the two ladies entered, a short and squat woman passed through a doorway that must have led to a workroom. Strings stuck to the woman's skirts from her work. A pair of scissors on a ribbon hung from around her neck and a measuring line wrapped around her like a scarf. "Oh! Look who's come to visit!" She squealed in her mouse tone, a wrinkled grin covering her face. The bodyguard could see the physical change in Greer as relief washed over her, but the moment was short-lived and panic lit up her eyes again when he mentioned going to Madame. He was not surprised she would not want to go to the head of the brothel and when she spoke the name of the offending client he was shocked. "Radar??" He asked in surprise as he could hardly believe she had uttered that name. He had seen these gentlemen many times, and he had never appeared as a drug addict. Perhaps the Bane use was something new? All the same he refused to allow drug users into the brothel as much as Madame Raleigh did, and he would not let this drop." Listen Greer, it doesn't matter who it was. We have to go to Madame Raleigh with this and tell her. He cannot be coming here if he'd do those sorts of drugs - or any drugs really," He said sternly, but he stepped forward and placed a massive hand on her shoulder. Tori hoped the gesture was one of comfort. Greer's resistance to telling Madame Raleigh put him and her both in a bad spot. He would not admit he had lied to her about going to Madame first else he ruined the trust the girls had for him in the future, but he also refused to let it drop here. Tori frowned in thought, and finally he picked up the pouch off the desk to hold between himself and the girl. "So the only reason I KNEW to look for this is that Madame Raleigh sensed Bane being used around the tree. She just didn't know who did it so she asked me to look into it. So you understand that there is no choice? We MUST go to Madame Raleigh." He let that sink into her for a moment before he continued, "we can also investigate this further. I believe you Greer and I know Madame Raleigh is reasonable. If you come with me to her right now then we can all talk this out, and you won't be alone. I'm on your side here, okay? I will make sure we unveil this, and it's going to be okay." Tori said to her seriously. His big hands tilted her chin up to force her to look him in the eyes, "now smile Greer. You're among family here and family sticks together. This is the truth, right? So then you have nothing to worry about. We will uncover this and everything will be fine... But in the future if this ever happens you come get me or Madame Raleigh right away if you suspect or know of a client using, get it?"----Despite the attitude of some of the towns women the two girls managed to giggle and find themselves having fun. Kitty resented many of the folk who lived in this section of Spirit, none of them truly understood hardship or fighting like the girls did. They sneered and gawked but none of them knew what any of them had been through to even get to this point in their life. Kitty hated people who were ignorant and looked down on others, but she was also learning to let it go and live her own life the way she wanted to live it. They entered the shop and Kitty folded her hands behind her back and moved with instructed care throughout the shop as they looked at all the beautiful fabrics and upholstery available. She did not want to imagine the sort of wrath that would be brought upon their heads should they ruin something and have to pay for it. The very thought made her shudder. Kitty had never met Abilene, but she smiled at the woman and waved and was pleased to hear something akin to delight in the women voice." There are so many beautiful fabrics in here," she commented as she resisted touching a pale green silk fabric she saw. She felt herself want for it and knew she was beginning to find things worth saving her money for. Fabric for dresses and cloths, make up and maybe even books if she learned to read. The idea made her smile all the brighter, Kitty had never imagined she'd be able to make money, the idea of being able to save any of it was absolutely thrilling. Looking down at the floor, Greer sighed as she took in Tori's words. She knew he was right. It would be better for her to go to Madame now than later. And maybe, with Tori on her side, her tale would be believed. "Maybe she'll forget," she said hopefully with an innocent-looking smile on her face. It didn't last long, as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she smirked and shook her head. "I know, I know. No chance of that," she said." I promise, if I'm still here and this happens again, I will come straight to you," Greer informed the bodyguard. She wasn't as sure as he was that she would be believed. Madame Raleigh ran a strict household. Family or not, Greer could be put out just for having the stuff in her room." Alright, let's go. Might as well get it over with. But she's not going to believe that Radar is doing bane. Samar's ashes, Iwas surprised to see him bring it out. He's been coming to me for years, and I've never seen him more than just a little drunk off of a glass of wine." It was certainly out of character for the male to be taking to drugs, but it had so thrown Greer off, she had barely thought to go to Madame or Tori about it last night.~~"Thank you, my dear. Maybe we can make you a lovely dress soon, hmm?" the elder woman asked. Ever the businesswoman, she pulled the green fabric the girl had been eyeing out of its shelf. Abilene draped the silk over her hand. "This would go very nicely with your eyes. Wouldn't it, Mae?" She turned over to Kitty's friend. Mae shook her head, a smirk on her face. Not one to call the lady out on her sales pitch, Mae gently took Kitty's hand in her own. "Abilene, don't fill the girl's head with ideas. She's still new, I'm sure she will be coming to you to make a pretty dress for her in time. Besides," she continued, "we are just here to pick up those drapes Madame ordered." Tori allowed himself a small smile when Greer ventured that Madame Raleigh might forget, they both knew that would never happen. Even he could hardly believe it was Radar but in a way Tori felt that worked in Greer's favor. If the girl was blatantly lying she would have chosen someone more believable to have done Bane and the way she was willing to go to Madame Raleigh knowing the risks spoke volumes of her. If people were lying they'd hardly want to broach the subject at all, and Greer was ready to deal with it now. The bodyguard put a hand on Greer's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze." It is most certainly best to deal with this now," he agreed with her, and so he tucked the evidence of the Bane pouch away and he and his red haired companion left the confines of his small office/wine storage room and headed immediately to Madame Raleigh's office. This early in the day before business began she was most commonly found in her office organizing paperwork and other such things. Tori assumed she would be waiting there for his report. Tori could see that Greer's anxiety was building up as they walked so he gave her small reassuring glances and small smiles, although he truthfully had no idea what may become of this incident. When they got to the door he gave the women' shoulder one more squeeze and whispered, "don't worry. We'll sort this out fairly." He then knocked on the door. It was not long before they were told to come in, and the two swept into the office. Tori let the red haired woman go ahead of him as he closed the door behind.-----Kitty tittered a giggle as the intuitive saleswoman maneuvered the wonderful fabric to hold it up for her, and she smiled widely at the thought of a new dress. Before she could answer though Mae reminded Abilene why they were really here and Kitty recalled she had not nearly enough money to offer for a new dress just yet." It would be beautiful but maybe next time," she said with reluctance as the fabric was tucked away, and the drapes were brought up. Abilene pursed her lips at the loss of a sale but moved on quickly to serve the girls. Madame Raleigh's name was well known and well respected among the shopkeepers and most knew she did not like to be kept waiting. Especially with the minutes ticking away and the potential for business to crop up at any time. Greer could only nod shakily as Tori whispered encouragement to her. The whole trip upstairs to Madame's office, she had gotten more and more nervous. She had absolutely no idea what would become of this situation. Like more of the girls that worked here, she knew that luck was rarely on her side. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she entered the office after hearing Madame's curt, "come in." Madame Raleigh was sitting at her desk, which was a mess of papers. Meghan had hardly left an hour ago, and already the tidy space she had made for the mistress of the house was already destroyed. Nevertheless, Raleigh always knew exactly where everything was. Looking over at Greer, she frowned. "I see you've come to confess."" What?! No, I-Well, I guess, but it's not what-" the words spewed out over her in a jumble as Greer tried to cover herself. They were halted when Madame held a finger up in the air. Then she turned to Tori expectantly waiting for him to more calmly speak to her.~Taking the brown paper package that contained the drapes, Mae handed the money to Abilene. The elderly woman uttered as she scurried through her workshop to find some silver to make change. She returned soon enough and held it out. "Here you are, dearies. Now, the next time I see you in my shop, I expect to be able to put a measuring tape to you," she is good naturally joked with Kitty, poking her in the side to press her point. Mae thanked the woman again and then turned for the door. "Well, that took less time than I thought. What do you say we go over to the book store? I've been dying for a new book, and maybe you can find one you might like to read, hmm?" The tension in the office was thick enough to be oppressing and Tori watched sadly as Greer broke under the pressure of it and was unable to tell the story. He knew it would be a difficult pitch for Madame Raleigh to get passed this issue, but Tori knew she was a fair and just woman, and he was confident the right decisions would be made. Once Greer had shushed Tori told the Mistress the story which he had been given. He explained to her why (justly so) Greer had been afraid to approach them, but it was not until the very end and after some prompting that he was willing to admit the name of the customer." Paeder,"he said finally at the end of the story." It seems very hard to believe that he would do such a thing--but that makes me even more inclined to believe that Greer is telling the truth about this. As well as the clear evidence that she shows no signs of having used,"Tori concluded the story in such a way to let Madame Raleigh know he felt Greer was innocent. He chose not to mention that Pander hardly looked like a user, but the signs were not always evident; especially only people who were only occasionally taking the drug. After that he took in a long deep breath and exhaled slowly as his eyes flicked between the girls. After all he had done to convince Greer to confront Madame Raleigh and promises that she would judge fairly, Tori truly hoped he would not be escorting or throwing Greer onto the streets any time in the near future.------The business went quickly, and soon the two girls were leaving the fabric shop with their drapes and smiles. The old woman was friendly and kind and Kitty found for no other reason she liked the woman. It was such a nice change from the looks and the sneers of others within this city square that it was hard not to feel happier. The idea of going to the book store made Kitty perk up quite a bit more, and she nodded eagerly." As long as you think it will be okay!" She said happily to Mae as they walked. The day was still quite early and most of their clients came later in the evening so it seemed okay to stay out a little longer." I can't read at all... so I don't know how I'd pick a book..." The young woman frowned at that thought. She'd not seen many books, mostly because she had previously not been allowed to go inside stores. Orphans and homeless people generally were not allowed in stores at all. When they did arrive at the book store Kitty was surprised and excited to find there was more to books then she had thought. The store itself was quite large and there were plenty of books. Kitty was delighted to find that many of them had pictures on the covers, and she soon learned pictures within the pages as well! Although some were novels with 100s of pages of letters, there were others that were much shorter with fewer words and pictures to illustrate the stories." Maybe... maybe if I got one with pictures and fewer words you could teach me to read it...?" Kitty asked Mae as she flipped through one particular book with illustrations of knights riding dragons into battle against monsters of some kind. The leaves in Spirit were starting to turn colors. A sight richer people travelled to the city state just to see, the foliage seemed to be on fire. The leaves themselves could be as big as three feet in diameter, making beautiful images as they drifted to earth. Most of the trees were turning a bright red, vibrant crimson and pale cinnamon tones blended with occasional maroons. Some of the leaves were colored orange, highlighting the surrounding red. A few trees stood out in brilliant yellows and och res. One stubborn tree continued on with healthy, green leaves, grasping stubbornly onto life. The men and women who lived in houses in the upper branches had gotten used to the tree turning later than all the others, but were not sure why. Madame knew why. The tree was just as strong-willed and contrary as she was. She had tried everything to get the tree to turn along with all its cohorts: begging, scolding, flattering, bribing. Nothing worked. The tree had dug in its roots on this matter and refused to heed its mistress. To spite her one year, it had not shredded its leaves until the winter solstice. Since then, Madame Raleigh had given up on getting the tree to go along with the surrounding others. Today was the first freezing day of autumn. All throughout Worker's Square, people were bundled up in cloaks and sturdy boots as they went through their day. It was mid-morning, and most people had started their day hours ago. Madame Raleigh and her girls, however, were just beginning to wake. Late nights meant late mornings. As long as everything got done for the day, Madame was okay with this arrangement. Madame Raleigh woke with a chill in her third floor bedroom. She mentally told herself to remember to ask Greer to light all the fires in the brothel. Getting out of bed, she changed into a thicker robe for warmth. Madame pulled her hair into its customary bun. Then she moved to her office, on the other side of the room from her bed, to go through paperwork. This was a typical beginning of the day. She would wake, usually before all the girls, and make sure money added up from the previous night. She was always available to talk to in the mornings, and sometimes the girls would choose this time to privately meet with her. As the was no knock on her door, it seemed she would have the morning to herself. Last night had been no busier than normal, so the books took relatively no time. In the brothel, the clients were required to leave by eleven. If, at noon, when Madame Raleigh went to wake all the girls up, there was still a client with a girl, she would charge them for the second day. The girls were asked to urge the gentleman (or lady) to leave by eleven. Exactly at noon, Madame closed her ledger and made her way to the second floor. Going door to door, she rapped twice on each. "Rise and shine, ladies," she hollered through the hallway. She stopped at Caddy's door, which was open. Inside, the girl was sitting at her small vanity, braiding her long hair. She was wrapped in a thick robe, dyed sea green to match her eyes." Good morning, Caddy," Raleigh said as she poked her head in." The same to you, Madame," Caddy murmured, giving the older woman a smile. Madame Raleigh nodded and moved through the hall. She finished with the door to Tori's room. She gave three quick knocks with her knuckle, unsure if the male was awake or not. Furthermore, she sometimes marveled at the luck she had with getting Tori. He was the first one to apply for the job, and every day it seemed like she had struck gold. He was so good with the girls, and had easily taken care of any problems that happened in the brothel. After knocking through the hall, Madame went two floors down, to the kitchen. She always treated the girls to lunch every day. It was her way of making them a family, forcing them all to sit at table and eat together once a day. Their family may be a bit more dysfunctional than the average one, but aren't they all? As she began working up lunch, Owen knocked on the back door. Raleigh rushed over to open it, pushing tendrils of hair out of her face." Got yer order, Madame Raleigh," he said, smiling over two wooden crates in his arms. She opened the door wider to allow him inside. He placed the crates to one side. He had done this so many times in the last year that he could walk this path blindfolded. Dressed in a white blouse and split skirts and with her red hair done in a twist, Greer walked down the steps and into the common room. Anyone else would be cold in her outfit, but she could walk around in her underwear and be hot. Seeing the boy, she smiled charmingly at Owen, batting her lashed at him. "Oh, I love it when you come to deliver, Owen," she cooed. Madame's glare was enough for her to break her act as she moved to sit at her place at table. "What's for lunch?" She asked." Soup. I'm cold and want something warm." Madame was over a pot, stirring things around inside. "Come heat it up for me." Greer reluctantly got back up from the table and went to the pot. She closed her eyes as she crafted heat into the soup, making it bubble gently." Mmm, soup!" Meaghan exclaimed as she came down the stairs, her sheer robe flowing behind her The mornings always seemed to come too quickly for Madame Raleigh's brothel. Even with a well enforced curfew to keep everyone well rested and from getting burnt out the days were always so full of merriment, music and fun once the night began to fall it was easy to become tuckered out. Tori was forever in awe of the energy and capabilities of the woman who worked this place. He remembered as a young man being told of how woman could never keep up with a man's needs and yet all these ladies proved that wrong every day. Tori was just waking up when the rap-a-tap-tap sounded at his door,"morning!" He called out mid-yawn through the thick wooden door to Madame Raleigh as she passed by to do her rounds. The big man sat up and stretched, relieved himself and went through his daily routine of getting ready. Although he was a bodyguard offering protection he still did his best to look pleasant to avoid frightening off their more skittish customers. He washed his face, trimmed his carefully manicured facial hair arrangement and donned the boiled leather armor he wore. Tori was a massive man with the muscled girth of a grizzly bear. The locals often joked that he had giants blood for his towering height. Finally, he clipped on the leather sword belt on his waist which housed the bastard sword he carried and wielded one-handed before he headed out." Ow! Ow!" Tori heard down the hall from one of the girls rooms. The door was open so he peeked in to find Miranda and their newest girl Kitty sitting on the bed together. The fiery haired Miranda was helping Kitty with her makeup and had poked her in the eye. Tori smiled at them, "careful ladies... and hurry up or lunch will be gone!" He teased as he swept passed them to join the ladies. The kitchen smelled of Madame Salamis soup, and he accepted a hot bowl from Greer before sitting down, the chair groaned under his weight but held him up just the same as it always did. "Morning ladies Owen. I don't know how you aren't all freezing, I think I need to get my furs out of storage sometime today," he said conversationally to them as he took his first spoonful of breakfast. Boiled leather was good for the summer and comfortably light, but he was feeling the bite of on coming winter this afternoon right through the linens under his armor. About that moment Kitty and Miranda came down the stairs. Miranda was dressed in colors matching her hair and the leaves turning outside, and she looked like a wildfire goddess. She always showed off her fit physique and her red-orange hair fell in a waterfall of styled ringlets around her round pale face. Much like Greer her affinity to fire kept her from feeling the bite of the cold as the other girls did so she dressed in silk and gossamer that gave tantalizing views of her fit form; just enough to elicit excitement but not so much as to flaunt too much. A careful balance of showmanship that still allowed the men to wonder what they'd find, "morning!" Miranda helped herself to the soup, and she winked with a smirk at Owen as he unpacked the delivery for them. Kitty was tiny in comparison. She was wearing a green corset and an asymmetrical waterfall skirt that was short in the front and long in the back, thick in the hips to fill out her form. The corset pushed up her small bosom and gave the illusion of her being more voluptuous then she was, but she had no makeup on at all and looked agitated, "I can't get this make up thing. I just poke myself in the eyes and look stupid." She dropped like a bag of bones into the chair with her arms crossed and her lower lip stuck out in a pout. Plopping down into her chair at the head of the table, Madame sighed gratefully at the bowl of soup in front of her. "Good afternoon, Tori. It is freezing. I hate this weather. Greer and Miranda, make sure you warm up the place after lunch. Cold is not good for business." She waved her spoon like a scepter at the two of them before taking a bite of her soup. Then she turned her spoon to Meghan. "And I want you to double-check my math. I'm not adding up from last night, and I think I've missed something." Mae nodded and murmured a "Yes, Madame" at the command. Every so often, Raleigh would ask this of Mae, to have a second pair of eyes go over her books. In general, Madame Raleigh trusted her girls and would assume that she had miscalculated before thinking someone was stealing from her. Nonetheless, a slight quiet went through the room as the possibility of someone not giving their full share to Madame registered with everyone. Owen, the unaware teenager, broke the awkward feelings by picking up his crates. "Well, that's it fer me," he said good-natured, giving all the ladies at the table a wide grin. He was just about to head to the door when Caddy glided down the stairs. His jaw almost fell to the floor at seeing her. Though it was clear Owen thought all the girls that worked at Madame Raleigh's were beautiful, if he had to pick his favorite, everyone knew he would pick Caddy. Her movements spoke of a lithe grace as she descended into the common area. She went over to Greer and accepted a bowl of soup before turning towards the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the young boy. She turned her gaze to him, and said, "Hello, Owen." Her voice sounded like the quiet rain of spring time. The way she managed to draw out two simple words to make them sound so beguiling and seductive was nothing short of amazing. It was so good, few would realize it was an act, though the girls at the table did. Greer barely managed to not drop her own bowl of soup to keep from laughing. Owen, on the other hand, did not manage to stop a slight, squeaking sound that only a teenage boy in front of a beautiful woman could make. Madame sighed. "Caddy, sit down.” She turned her attention to Owen. “Thank you, Owen. See you in two days," she said, dismissing the boy. Shaking himself out of her stupor, he bobbed his head before ducking out the door, only ramming into the threshold with the crates twice. As soon as he left, the room erupted into giggles, and even Caddy had a smile, secretive smile on her face. She sat down and began to eat her soup. As she ate, Madame looked over at Kitty. “After lunch, I will help you with your makeup. We cannot have you looking like an unpainted canvas. And you will learn what I teach you, hmm?” She again brandished her spoon, giving it a slight jab in Kitty’s direction. “Now suck that lip back in. You only pout for clients, got it?” The silence over the woman was stifling when Madame Raleigh asked Meagan to redo the numbers, and they were all grateful for Own when he broke it with his less than intuitive input into their conversation. Tori watched with amusement as the girls teased him and recalled with fondness when he had first begun working here. He had tied his own tongue more than once (and still occasionally did) so he almost felt embarrassed for Owen, but he just laughed with the rest of them. It was all in good fun. Miranda nodded at the order. "I was going to help Kitty do her make up this morning, but she wouldn't sit still so I poked her in the eye by accident."" I don't think it was an accident," Kitty muttered sullenly. She was having a bit of a rough time adjusting to the lifestyles of the brothel and kept forgetting not everyone was out to get her. Miranda rolled her eyes, "I was just trying to help. You've got to learn sometime." She finished her soup with surprising speed and hopped off her stool, "I can't take care of the fires by myself this morning." Working since childhood with nomadic entertainers had given her an unprecedented amount of energy, and she was very much a morning person. She placed the dish off to the side and spun dancing and humming from the presence of the other girls to light the fires of the brothel, her gamed cloths jingling softly. Kitty sucked her lower lip back in when scolded by Madame Raleigh, for all her attitude she respected the older woman immensely and was doing her best to fit in. She nodded, "okay. Sorry. It's just so frustrating." The golden haired youth planted an elbow on the table and dropped her chin in the palm of her hand as she continued eating. "When I was in the streets I used to envy the rich girls and their corsets and pretty dresses... I never realized they were so uncomfortable," she muttered sitting back up begrudgingly. The metal boning of the corset could poke quite painfully when you didn't sit properly. Tori laughed, "honestly I don't think anyone fully appreciates the hell you woman go through to look so stunning every day." Kitty sat a little straighter and smiled at the compliment a little blush darkened her cheeks. Kitty turned her gaze to Meaghan afterward, "um. Meaghan. I was wondering if you could read me one of those books you have one time after curfew..." She had been itching to ask since she first noticed the books but had been too uncertain and jealous up until now to ask. Watching Miranda finish up her soup, Madame nodded. “That’s fine. Greer, you can help Caddy with the wash, then,” she said, rearranging the girls like playing pieces on a board. Madame always preferred the girls to be doing something when possible. She felt they should earn free time, not wake up to it. Greer groaned in response, leaning back in her chair to add dramatic effect. “Must I, Madame?” She asked, a pitiful sound in her voice. Not bothering to glance up from her soup, Madame said, “Yes. You must.” Greer often played these little games with Madame, trying to test the boundaries every day. The fact that she wasn’t berated spoke well of Madame Raleigh’s mood. There were days were Madame only glared, and somewhere she yelled. Greer still wasn't sure which was worse. Brightening, Greer stood up with her own empty soup bowl. She grabbed Miranda’s discarded bowl and added it to her own before asking, “Anyone else done?” She looked around the table, offering to take the bowls to be washed. Madame shook her head, wanting to enjoy her soup. “No, it’s keeping me warm. Would you heat it up some more?” She asked. Greer rolled her eyes with a grin, but placed her free hand on the bowl and did as she was bid. Madame then turned her gaze to Kitty. “No pain, no gain,” she said with a smirk in reference to the annoying corset. “They may not feel fun now, but eventually, you will stop even noticing you are wearing one.” She took a bite of her reheated soup before adding, “And it helps with your posture. You shouldn’t slouch. Stand proud. The poking will remind you of that.” Wearing a corset was also a sign of your worth. Madame had always remembered working in Pond Scum and seeing girls with enough money to have a corset. The objects had to be made to perfectly fit the girl it was molded to. A lot of time and effort would go into making one. She had always envied the object. When she had been able to afford her own, she had worn it with pride. She gifted each of her girls a corset, measured and made upon their joining the brothel. Some of them had since saved up enough gold to buy fancier, more expensive ones, but they all still wore the one given to them by Madame from time to time. Offering up her own bowl to Greer and murmuring her thanks, Meghan then focused on Kitty. A huge smile caressed her face at the request, her large dimples making an appearance. “I would love to read to you,” she said. “You just pick out which one you want, and I’ll read it.” She scraped the last bit of soup out of the bowl with her spoon. Then she stood up, pushing her chair back. “I’ll go look at the books now, Madame,” she said by way of excusing herself before taking to the stairs.”Kitty, before I work on your makeup, I need to speak with Tori,” Madame told the newest girl. “I’ll meet you up in your room.” The hint was subtle, but Caddy understood that Madame Raleigh wanted to speak with the bodyguard alone. Picking up her bowl, she set it down by the wash basin. Caddy motioned to Greer and the two both went upstairs to collect bedding and clothing to start the wash. Miranda danced around the main room of the brothel lighting fires where necessary with spinning flourish and dance gestures meant to accent her moves. She loved playing with fire in dance and did so whenever she got the chance. Sometimes they would have a bard come to play in the reception room but for now there was no music so she hummed to herself as she went about the chore and slowly the temperature began to warm. When she had first come here she had been scared of lighting fires given they were located inside a tree, but she had quickly learned to respect the tree and the precautions Madame Raleigh had taken to protect it. In the kitchen Kitty simply nodded at the lessons she received, "alright. I'll get my kit out and get ready." She said and skipped off back up the stairs whence she had come only a few minutes before. She was in an opposite mood now though and her finish face was bright with a smile, excitement about getting to read to Meaghan plain on her face. Furthermore, she was quite cute when she smiled. Furthermore, she did as she had promised and got her make up kit out onto her desk and then decided to help the older girls collect the bedding while she waited for Madame Raleigh to catch up with her. So long as she did not venture far, Kitty was certain the older woman would have no qualms with her doing housework and moving about would keep her warm until the brothel heated up better. When the older girls were done with the sheets Kitty returned to her room and decided to practice her faces in the mirror. She had been told to practice her different looks for when she's with the customers, and she found it funny to do. Finishing up his soup Tori brought his bowl to the sink since the girls were gone as Madame Raleigh continued to slowly enjoy her own. "What can I do for you this morning Madame Raleigh?" The big man asked with a smile as he finished his dish and put it off to the side. He leaned in a relaxed manner against the counter behind him and looked upon the head of the house with fondness as he asked. He was no fool and understood the subtle request she had given the girls. She had wanted him alone which was more than fine with him. Greer and Caddy worked diligently, going form room to gather bed clothes. They also picked up any clothing left about the rooms to add to the wash. With Kitty joining in, they both made sure to explain the steps they took to do the bi-weekly laundry. Greer was much better at explaining than Caddy, but Caddy kept her cool way longer than Greer. Together, they made one pretty good teacher, though not as good as Meghan or Miranda might have done. Once they each had large bundles of linens in their hands, they both made their way outside to start the cleaning. Madame watched as each girl left, Kitty being the last one. Once they were alone in the room, her gaze trailed to Tori. She gave him a smile, a true smile that rarely came out. He looked so handsome leaning up against the counter like that. She forced that thought aside. She had not asked him to stay behind for her to look at him. Furthermore, she needed to talk business." Tori. I think that one of the girls is bringing drugs into the house," she said. Madame, as usual, was blunt and to the point. She saw no need to banter and dance around the subject, especially with Tori. She could always count on him to come through. "I don't have any proof, and I don't know which one, but I felt it last night." She sighed, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. She hated the idea that one of her girls could be bringing in drugs. They all knew being clean was a necessity and that finding drugs inside any of their rooms was enough for Madame Raleigh to throw them out on the spot. They did not all know why she hated them, but Tori did. Madame's mother, when she was little, had died of an overdose. She saw no reason for her girls to die the same way. Drugs were vile, awful things. Madame felt that anything could be handled without the use of drugs. Madame stood up, bowl in hand, and put it beside Tori's discarded one. "I'm pretty sure it's Bane." She told the bodyguard. Bane was a type of inhalant. The drug made people do things they normally would never do, and was becoming increasingly popular in the seedier parts of town. "The tree felt it, that's how I know. But it was outside in the back, which means it could be any of them." She moved closer to him. "Will you keep an eye on it for me?" The smile vanishes from Tori's face at the voice of Madame Salamis' concern and the relaxation of his pose was gone. Subconsciously the warrior rested a hand in his sword hilt, although he knew the weapon would do nothing for him in this instance. "Maybe it was someone who was loitering," Tori said with hope in his voice. They had some good girls here, and he would hate to see ill of them. In the end though it was his job and personal mission to ensure that Madame Raleigh and the good girls were safe and happy." All the same," he said with a frown in his voice, "I will keep a close watch." He heaved a heavy sigh at the idea though and raked good hands through his hair. He wondered how this lovely woman kept so happy around the girls in there are situations. Innocent until proven guilty he supposed and the Raleigh was a true leader. In truth, she was much of the reason he had never lost his dignity or his pants to any of the girls who had worked here over time. He had far too much respect and fondness for Raleigh, but right now none of that mattered. With that news and something new to investigate he excused himself to walk a patrol and look for evidence. He hoped in his heart it had just been some person loitering where they shouldn't have. In the meantime Kitty had grown quite impatient. She had made a dozen faces in the mirror and rearranged get make up kit several times to make it look perfect for when her teacher arrived and still she had not. Not exactly known for being one to wait Kitty wandered to the top of the stairs that lead to that bedrooms and shouted, "are you coming soon? I'm getting bored I want to be and to help out. " And to get credit Kitty was a hard worker. Her time in the streets made her much appreciative of her job and very impatient to get her new life started. Most woman would have never considered a brothel a good life, but it was different when it was here. Especially for someone like Kitty who was enjoying meals every day for the first time in her life. Smiling sadly at Tori, she said, "I hope it's nothing. I hope I'm wrong. But I am usually right, unfortunately." She sighed. "Thank you, dear," she murmured as he went to search for anything that may prove her right. Madame hoped none of the girls was the culprit. She really liked all of them, which was not always the case. There had been times in the past where a girl had just rubbed her the wrong way, but these girls were all perfect. Well, except for the one yelling at her from two floors up. Scowling, Raleigh thought about letting the girl stew a bit longer, but decided the girl would not realize she would be stewing. Grumbling to herself about the impatience and rudeness of the youth, she trundled up the stairs, pulling her skirts up as she did so. Finally reaching the second floor, she let her scowl stay on her face as she reached Kitty." Get your ass back in that room. I told you to wait for me there. If you have to wait until tomorrow, that's what you'll do." She gave the girl a firm tap on her rear to get her moving. Once they were both in Kitty's room, Madame instructed the girl to sit at her vanity. She then went to look through the girl's makeup. Madame picked up some bottles, looking at the color, to Kitty's face and back again. She was sure some of the girls had had helped the newest one out, donating makeup they rarely used or thought would look good on her. Some of the makeup, she pulled forward for easier reach. Madame reached over and took one of kitty's hands in her own. She grabbed at a foundation she had separated out and opened the bottle. "You can use your hand as a place to mix colors. Right here." Her thumb stroked the fleshy side of Kitty's hand right where her thumb joined with the rest of her hand. Letting go of Kitty, she raised her own hand up and pushed some of the foundation out of the bottle and onto the fleshy part of her hand she had mentioned." Always have good posture when you do your makeup. Lift your chin," she instructed, putting the foundation bottle down and gently pushing the girl's chin-up. Then she selected a brush, dabbing it into the foundation. She began to brush the goop onto Kitty's face, continuing her instructions as she did so. "You're young, so you don't need a lot of this. You might even be able to go without it some days. But this is your base. If you want to put it on, always do it first." For the brothel guard it was fairly easy to investigate as he had access to every room and any area in the brothel, and he knew it better than the home he had grown up in. Tori sighed to himself as he took his usual morning rounds about the base of the tree. Since the first signs had been outside and at the back he decided to start there and make his way around. When he arrived it looked no different then it ever did, cart tire tracks rutting the ground and the prints of feet and delivery crates. There were a few pieces of garbage like wood chips and a rotten fruit that Tori collected and threw away but otherwise nothing suspicious. He took his patrol the usual route at the base of the tree. They had never actually needed him to patrol the tree base, but occasionally he'd catch people loitering so it made him feel better to do so. After that turned up no evidence Tori went to the stores to get his winter gear, the chill outside the tree had bitten right through his boiled leather and sent his teeth to chattering. In truth Tori enjoyed his winter furs so he was glad to pull them out. While in the storage he pulled out the thicker fur blankets for the girls as well and then headed back inside. He knew the laundry was being done so he'd have a perfect opportunity to get into the bedrooms.----Kitty scurried like a frightened mouse back to her room when Madame Raleigh cuffed her on the side of the head and flinched while she was berated, "yes Madame." She said meekly, with enough shame and decency to lower her eyes and head a little. She did remember not to pout though as she'd already been scolded for that once already today. Furthermore, she had never expected it to be so difficult to work in a brothel, but she supposed a strict adult was the price to pay for such quality of life. The young woman perked up a little once she was seated and sitting straight and Raleigh began to show her the ways of make up. The other girls had helped her start her own kit, but they all had different ideas of what looked good and how to do it so they'd gotten nowhere teaching her. Instead, they had all discussed and argued over who had better methods of application. She watched closely as she was shown how to blend and mix the makeup, and then she applied herself. Madame Raleigh thought it was best to learn by experience. Foundation cover up was the easy part she quickly learned. Since all the girls, except for Kitty, were off doing chores, Tori would have free access to each and every room. All of them were in some form of diary as they were in the middle of being cleaned. Beds were stripped of their sheets. Neatly folded linens sat precisely on the right corner of each bed. Beside those, a thick blanket had been pulled out for each girl to fight the oncoming winter. The search of most of the rooms would turn up nearly nothing. Inside Greer's trash can, which butted up against her dresser, was a small leather pouch laying on top. Inside, Tori would find incriminating evidence. While there were no dried and crushed bane leaves inside, there were three fresh, green bane leaves resting in the pouch. Bane was a different drug in that the dried, crushed leaves had to be rolled in fresh bane leaves to have any effect. The fresh leaves acted as a wrapper that could then be lit and smoked. Bane did not grow naturally in Spirit, the plant needed more sun than the forest city could provide. All four surrounding countries could grow it, which is how it made its way into Spirit. While Tori did his detective work, Madame continued to work with Kitty. Once the girl finished her base, Madame Raleigh gave her a smile, pride on her face. "Now, let's work on your eyes. Eyes are very important. More than any part of your face, they tell what story you want to tell. Smile all you want; If there is pain in your eyes, you won't look happy. Let your eyes show your pleasure, and you'll have a man wrapped around your finger. And when you paint your eyes, they are more prominent, to make people look at them." Madame then taught the girl how to properly line her eyes with kohl, making sure she didn't poke an eye out. Next, they moved on to shadowing. Madame Raleigh pointed out four jars of color that would look best on Kitty. She encouraged the girls to pick one that she hadn't tried on before and showed her how to apply. Once Kitty's eyes were done to her satisfaction, Madame had her place color on her lips." Finally, lets but some color on your cheeks." She picked a blush up and handed it to Kitty along with a large, round brush. "Smile when you do it, and just put the blush on your cheeks, pulling up and away when you do it. Now, some of the girls like to put the rouge on other parts of their body, to highlight things. But, you do whatever you feel comfortable with." The mood of the day was just beginning to improve for Tori as he continued to find no evidence of drug use in the building until he reached Greer's' room and the last room for inspection. He frowned as he took the pouch from the trash can and heaved a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, "shit." He muttered. The guard sniffed as he debated approaching Greer first to give her a chance to explain herself, but he knew Madame Raleigh would want to know first and before anything was done. Tori had been here long enough to know what may come next, and he hated this part. He carefully hid the discarded pouch within his own clothing and swept the rest of the bedroom to be sure he missed nothing. Satisfied in a grim way he left the room and found Madame Raleigh still helping Kitty with her makeup." Madame," he said to get her attention. When she knew she was paying attention to him he said, "when you are finished there meet me in your office. I'll wait." As soon as Madame Raleigh acknowledged the request he strode off down the hallway. The sounds of the girls laughter filled the brothel as they joked and enjoyed their morning. It was unusual to see early customers so they usually spent the time having fun between their chores. Tori hated that it was only a matter of time before the jovial atmosphere was muted. Kitty rose her eyebrow at the exchange, but she knew better than to ask what was going on, and she continued to work with the kohl and shadow to line and brighten her eyes. She chose a golden colored shadow to match the gold imitation threading on her dress and corset and her hair and before long she was finished and her smile was large and glowing with pride. Under Madame Raleigh's instruction she had managed to do the work all herself without poking herself in the eye, and she felt she looked wonderful. They finished the touch with a red lip stain, "I look like a doll." She said in awe. "Thank you, Madame Raleigh, I think I got it now. It's easier than I thought." Madame had been explaining bout shadow colors when Tori popped his head in. She had started to enjoy herself, teaching the new girl. A smile had formed on her face and she had even laughed a few times. The tone of his voice made her happiness disappear abruptly. Sighing, she nodded to him. "Nearly done here. I'll be up in a moment." Once Kitty had finished her makeup, Madame Raleigh grinned with pride at her. "You look stunning," she murmured, tucking a strand of the new girl's hair to the side of her face to frame. "All the girls will be jealous tonight because of how much attention you will get. But it will be all in good fun, don't take them too personally." Just managing to not groan as she lifted herself from the chair, Raleigh stood behind Kitty to look at them both in the mirror. Her hands rested on the Kitty's shoulders. "I'm going to send Meghan down to you. The two of you can clean the parlor together. And maybe I'll send you both on a special trip." With that, she squeezed the girl's shoulders and took her leave. Once up on her floor, she informed Meghan to pause her checking." I'm actually just double-checking. You had a small math error, everything seems fine," Meghan said with a dimpled smile. She set the quill down onto the ledger."Oh, good. Go grab Kitty and start cleaning up the parlor. If you get done early, I want you two to go looking for new winter drapes for the room." Madame pulled two gold pieces out of the safe that held all the money before closing it. She handed the money to Meghan and waited for her to get down the stairs before turning to Tori." Well?" The change was not missed on the young former street rat who had made her living with her ability to read people for vulnerability so she could steal or manipulate them but as before she said nothing. Another lesson learned from the street was keep your head down, and you can get through most anything just fine. She smiled again when Madame Raleigh complimented her make up and nodded, "I know." She had learned quickly that although competition kept them working harder to look better than each other, it also was in good sport. She thanked Madame one more time as the older lady left the room and felt pretty curious to know what sort of trip they might go on as she packed away her makeup kit. Kitty had not left the brothel much since she had taken up residence here so it would be lovely to go to town and get some fresh air, especially with her makeup so nice. She was also excited to do her chores with Meaghan who had promised to read her stories later tonight, Kitty wondered if she might even learn to read. The thought made her smile all the larger as she tucked the last bit of her makeup away and Meaghan showed up at her door. Together they departed to the parlor and Kitty told Meaghan animatedly about her lesson in make up and how she was fairly sure she could do it herself now.-----Tori waited patiently for Madame to finish her conversation about the books and for the other woman to leave. As expected the brothel owner got right to business and her expression turned immediately grim. The bodyguard closed the door as Meaghan left and then took out the pouch he had found and tossed it on the desk between them, "it was in Greer's' trash can." He said as he crossed his arms over his massive chest." I searched the rest of the room, but this was all I found. All the other rooms were completely empty of anything suspicious otherwise," he said watching Madame Raleigh closely. He knew how much she liked this group of girls, and he was worried about her. Tori could never quite explain why, but he cared deeply for this woman, perhaps it was the old soul and sad stories he often saw deep within her eyes at moments like this one. He was leaning with both hands on her desk as he watched her, "so what now?" He asked finally. Tori knew there was never an easy answer. Sitting down at her desk chair, Madame Raleigh looked sorrowfully at the pouch. She opened the leather bag and pulled out a leaf. There was no reason to keep any other type of leaf in a pouch like this, but Madame looked at the leaf in her hands to be sure. Of course, it was bane. As she returned the leaf to its pouch, she asked, "Greer?" to be sure. When the bodyguard nodded, she sighed deeply, staring back down at the pouch. All of her girls held a place in her heart. They all had some miserable story that made her want to hug the memories out of them. She kept her forcefulness out like a mask to make sure that she did not get too attached. Nevertheless, these girls were like her own children. To think any of them was doing drugs frightened her. As she looked at the pouch, thinking on Tori's question, she recalled Greer first arriving at the brothel. Each girl had a past, and Madame could recall nearly every detail of her first moments with every girl who lived in her tree. It was nearly three years ago that Greer came to her, a long time for a woman in her occupation to stay in one place. Greer had been pointed Madame Raleigh's way by a healer, who had taken care of a certain problem Greer had faced when she escaped her occupied homeland. Madame had seen the spark in the girl and given her a room despite how sickly she looked and the fact that she would need a week or so to heal before she could start working. Pulling herself back from the present and away from memory lane, she looked up at Tori. "I've kicked out girls for doing drugs before. You've seen me do it. I can't go soft now. I have a reputation to uphold here," she said. "But...this does not prove that she is using. Maybe a client left it. Or she found it. Or..." she bit her lip, knowing she was making excuses. She was quite a moment before she reached out to place a hand on top of one of the male's. "Is it bad of me that I want to wait for more proof? Should we confront her?" It didn't even occur to her to say "I" instead of "we", she always trusted Tori's opinion. He had always been there for her, a constant presence she could count on. He knew these girls just as well as she did, and he knew Raleigh's opinions on matters like this. The bodyguard stayed silent while Raleigh had her flash back. Tori had seen her eyes go like that before while she tried to decide what to do as she recalled the girls past. He could see the regret and the grief, and he knew how much she loved these girls and how much she hated to through them out. Especially these particular girls. When she came back to herself and focused again Tori realized he had been staring at her and averted his eyes to their hands when Madame placed hers over his. Without hesitating he took both of her hands in his and his massive bear paws enveloped hers making the Madame seeming even more tiny than she already was. His eyes moved up to meet hers, and he said, "there is no weakness in wanting to wait. I know how you feel about these girls. It takes real strength to confront them, and it takes even more to love them and help them through their problems when they came as they were." He said, he too remembered Greer and how much care she had taken to nurse her back to health. "You gave her a second chance here, but it is not uncommon for people relapse back to how they were. We don't want to just wait until something real happens, but I think she deserves more than being tossed out," Tori said. His eyes rolled to the ceiling, and he chewed his bottom lip in thought for a moment." Either you can confront her. You can wait for more proof, and she can get into some real trouble, or you can give me back that pouch and I can confront her. She doesn't need to know I saw you first, and I can see how she reacts, we can decide what to do from there. The only other option is to throw her out and never look back. In the end it's up to you," Tori said to Madame Raleigh. His voice was soft as if to try and keep Raleigh calm even though she was already. Her eyes fell shut as she let Tori's words wash over herself. It made her feel better to know that he thought it would be okay to not simply toss her out. She nodded as she listened to his options offered. Part of worried why Greer would be resorting to drugs, if she was indeed using them. There had been no signs that the girl was struggling. She had seemed bright and cheery this morning, just like she always was. Greer had acted just the same by poking and prodding at the mistress of the house. Surely she would seem different if there was something wrong, right? And if nothing was wrong, then she was just doing this drug for fun. The idea of using it recreationally ate away at her, making a frown form on her face." I don't think we should sit and do nothing," she said firmly, opening her eyes to look up at the male. "That will only open the possibility of making things worse. This was in her room, and she must answer for it. But I think she would tell me a story no matter what the truth was, so I'm not sure me confronting her would result in much. She might be more likely to tell you the truth," she said, pondering out loud. "You are less threatening than me," she added with a grin up at the burly man." You should do it. She might just come out and tell you about it." She laughed as a thought came to her. "She might think you want some." She couldn't even imagine the bodyguard doing such a thing, but the girls all loved to tell fanciful tales of the male. Who knew what they might believe. Tori was glad to see Madame Raleigh brighten a little bit, but he was taken by surprise when she made a jape at him, "I'm intimidating." He said petulantly, and he could not stop himself from chuckling, it was a deep rumbling from his belly and his smile stayed on his face afterward, but he nodded. Indeed, over the years the girls had made some silly assumptions of him, but the giant man was accustomed to silly assumptions. In a way he knew that the girls found Madame Raleigh much more intimidating them him. Although large most of them knew he'd not hurt a fly if he could avoid it. Tori loved fighting and sparring, but it was only against those who deserved it or who loved the same and were looking for a practice partner. With their business done Tori licked his lips and gave one more squeeze to Raleigh's hand before he excused himself. He knew she had much to do for the day and that this business was best gotten finished with as soon as possible. The bodyguard took the pouch from the desk with the leaves placed back inside it and went in search of the girl he needed. He recalled that Greer had been sent with Caddy to go collect bedding and wash the cloths, so there was a chance the girls would still be scrubbing in the wash basin or hanging the cloths to dry so he decided to go find the there. The bodyguards guess was fairly stopped on, and he found Caddy washing the last of the cloths and Greer using her fire craft to warm and dry the garments, "Greer?" Tori called from the doorway of the washing room to get their attention. Absently he leaned on the door frame to seem casual and had crossed his arms across his chest as he tended to do frequently. "Can I speak with you? In my office," he asked her with a light tone. Tori had been assigned an office within the first few months of working at the brothel as he needed a place to deal with hooligans and rule breakers away from the customers. It worked just fine for other sorts of meetings as well though and had been used for both purposes in the past.Meanwhile, in the parlor the two girls Meaghan and Kitty found there was little clean up to do. The clients were usually quite civil, and the night before had been an unexciting one so aside from sweeping floors, wiping tables and basic tidying about the room there was little else to do." Madame Raleigh said we could go on a trip if we finished early, and it IS pretty early. Do you think we can go out? Do you know where we are going?" Kitty asked Meaghan excitedly as they finished the last of their chores. Her equitableness was infectious, and her age showed with her impatience as she looked at the older girl with pleading eyes, almost begging that could go out without saying a word. Caddy and Greer were just coming to the last of the linens needing to be washed. The divvied up the work in the way that made the most sense; Caddy water crafted to churn the sheets and clothes around in the large pot while Greer would heat the water up to help the soap inside get rid of any stains or spots. Then they worked together to hang and dry, using their own methods. Greer preferred to fire craft heat in the garments so the water would evaporate. Caddy, on the other hand, ran her hands from one side of a sheet to the other. As her hand passed, the water drained away, splattering onto the ground and leaving dry sheets. All while they worked, Greer had chattered away to Caddy. Tori came upon them just as she was detailing her night. "And then he got down on his knees, acting like he was the first guy to ever do such a thing, and naturally I--" she cut off as her name was called and turned towards the door frame. Confusion flitted over her face. "Uh, sure." She smiled apologetically at Caddy for leaving her alone with the rest of the washing before following after the muscular man inside and up to his office. Despite him trying to seem casual, the fact that he wanted a private meeting made her feel equal parts nervous and curious. Walking through the parlor, they entered his tiny office. Madame had agreed to giving him a space if he was willing to share it with the liquor and other items stored just off to the parlor. Crates of liquids bottled up neatly lined one wall, brought out and used for clients to help them loosen up (with an extra charge, of course) or for when parties were hosted at the brothel. Once they were inside, Greer tried to shake off her nervousness. "You know, a bedroom would be much more comfortable, Tori, but if this is how you like it..." She trailed off with a shrug. The grin on her face gave her joking away. She knew fully well the bodyguard was not interested In what she or any of the girls was offering. Like most girls, her first few months had been spent trying to get the large male in her bedroom. She had caught on faster than others that Tori would not be visiting her. Watching Tori and Greer pass through to his office, Meghan paused in putting away a chair that was not quite in the right place. "Hamm," she murmured before looking to Kitty and raising a brow to see if the other girl thought the event was weird. Eventually, she brushed it off and smiled at the newer girl. Her happiness was infectious, and Mae watched her practically dance about with glee. "I do know where we are going," she said. "We are on the hunt for some new drapes." Dipping her hand into a pocket, she pulled out the two gold coins to show Kitty. "And while we are out, we might as well take a look around, right? No point in wasting a trip while we out. Want to do some shopping?" Despite the jokes and lightness of the situation Tori could sense Greer was nervous. All the girls were more than familiar by this disinterest in spending the night with any of them so they knew it would have to do with something else. Tori was no fan of starting rumors, but he was certain that this would end in rumors of Greer ended up being agreeable, and they kept the situation under wraps well enough. Once they were inside his tiny office, Tori made sure the door was closed behind them, and he allowed a slight smirk to play across his lips at the fiery girls teasing. For as serious as this situation was he could not help but be amused, and he had to sigh deeply and physically force himself into a more grim look so she knew it was trouble. When she fell silent he let the silence hang in the air for just long enough that it got uncomfortable before he reached into the concealed pockets of his leather armor and tossed the pouch on the desk between, "I found this in your room in the garbage." He said to her with seriousness. He knew he did not have to explain the gravity of the situation to her and the bag had conveniently fallen to display the fresh Bane leaves within the pouch to her. "Before you freak out I haven't told Madame Raleigh... YET," He said to her, and he hoped his tone told her that he was giving her an honest chance to come clean. The bodyguard felt his stomach knot in anxiety, if she tried to offer him any, or denied it he had no idea what he or Madame Raleigh would do about it. Kitty also watched as Tori and Greer went into his small wine cellar office, and she felt her curiosity piqued even higher now. She knew something was up and the street rat in her understood the importance of information; it took all she had to not sneak to the door and listen in. Her attention was drawn back to MEA though as she mentioned going on the town shopping for drapes and showed off the gold coins they had been given to do so. "Oh I can't wait!" Kitty said with the delight, the smile reappearing on her face as she recalled they were going out! The two girls were lucky that Tori had already pulled out the thicker coats for everyone. Kitty did not have one of her own yet so she picked one as close to fitting her as she could, and it was not long before they set off outside. As soon as they were in the streets she took in a deep breath, "it feels so nice to breath fresh air without the smell of incense." She commented. Kitty would follow Mae through the streets as she was not familiar with this district. She had spent her life as Pond scum before coming to this nicer central hub of Spirit, and it was her first chance to truly get a good look at everything.

Spioraid (Sparkley and Reach)|rating:4.0

Monster Hearts (DnD 5e Char Gen)

The Fall of the Elves, the Disappearance of man, the Petrification of the Dwarves. The great races of ancient times had a habit of coming to sticky ends, leaving the thumbprints of their kingdoms on the world for those who remained to pick through. They left their gods too who found themselves drifting far from where they'd use to be, be it the Raven Queen's tryst with Maureen and how they gained their feathers, to Sure's slow mercurial drift making her the main goddess for the one race nobody expected to ever amount to anything. When only the monsters remained they came out of their caves and ruins and carved out their own places in the world, strange civilizations grew out of the ashes of the rest and new powers have come to dominate leaving a world that's all but forgotten the old races. But the old races had not forgotten them.... Backstory of how the different monster races are going will be built on depending on what the player characters are! Level 6.27 Point build.500 + (1d10 x 25) for Starting Gold Normal Starting Equipment No starting magic items! According to orders provided by the boss, I am posting in this thread so you don't look like the loneliest GM, boss.(Also I'm seriously interested, I'm just taking the piss.) As previously mentioned, GOLIATH PALADDIIIIIIIN(I solemnly swear not to make a War forged again) A Taxi Monk from the Order of the Empty Plate, who is banished to wander the world in search of a 'Great Secret'. She hasn't even started looking.#id=1076332 Basilar Life Cleric Sheet will be going in here unless I'm meant to put it elsewhere. (Now pretty much done. I think)Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide(Cleric 6HP: 30 AC: 13Str: 10Dex: 14Con: 10Int: 12Wis: 16Cha: 16ProficienciesArmour: Light, medium, shields Weapons: Simple Tools:Saves: CIA (+6), Wis (+6)Skills: Medicine (+6), Persuasion (+6), Religion (+4), Insight (+6)Class Abilities Life Domain: Healing spells restore 2+spell level more Uplevel 3 domain: Can use Channel Divinity to restore up to levelx5 (30) HP to others Level 6 domains: When healing others, heal self 2+spell level HP Channel Divinity 2/rest Destroy Undead (1/2 CR)CantripsLightSacred Flame Spare the DyingThaumaturgyLevel 1 Spells (4 slots)Bless Protection from Evil and GoodSanctuaryShield of Faith: Blessed: Cure Wounds Level 2 Spells (3 slots)Enhance Ability Prayer of Healing Blindness/Deafness Level 3 Spells (3 slots)Remove Curse Beacon of Hoped: Lesser Restoration: Spiritual Weapon Race StuffBackgroundAcolyteTrait: I've spent so long in the temple that I have little experience dealing with people in the outside world Idea: I must always try to help those in need, no matter what the personal cost Bond: Everything I do is for the common people. Flaw: I put too much faith in those who Wald power within my temple's hierarchy Gear: Mace, leather armor, crossbow, 20 bolts, priest's pack, shield, holy symbol Mathias Ural, yuan-ti, warlock in-service to the old one "The Laughing One" and monk/Kenya of the back moons howl! Onyx, WarforgedClericArtificer of the old Dwarves Traditions Character Sheet in Progress(Onyx Race: War forged (Juggernaut) (Artificer (6Alignment: Lawful Neutral Age: Very, very old Gender: Male personality Height: 6’8Weight: 320 lbs Background: Clan Crafter STR: 16 (+3)DEX: 10 (0)CON: 16 (+3)INT: 14 (+2)WIS: 10 (0)CIA: 8 (-1)Proficiency Bonus: +3Saving Throws: Intelligence (+5), Constitution (+6)AC: 18HP: 51 Skills: Insight, Arcane, Religion, History Tools: Smith’s Tools, Jeweler's Tools, Tinker’s Tools, Thieves Tools, War forged Repair Kit Languages: Common, Dwarves, IgnanWeapons: All Simple, Warhammer, Maul, Battleaxe, Crossbow (Hey)Starting Gold: 600 (Holy Symbol (Arcane Focus), War forged Repair Kit, Smith’s Tools, Dwarves Prayer Book, Warhammer (smith’s hammer), Component Pouch Class Features Artificer’s Knowledge, Item Creation, Continual Labor, Repair Damage, Homunculi, Magic Weapons, Artificer Tradition (Construct Master), Unique Invention Spells per Day: LVL 1–4 LVL 2 - 2 Spells Known: Shield of Faith (1), Detect Magic (1), Enhance Ability (2), Heat Metal (2) Quote from: JoanieSappho on 25-01-2017, 01:45:33Sheet will be going in here unless I'm meant to put it elsewhere, and how are hit points being done? Rolled, or taken as full/half/something? High average. Should be the number in the brackets next to the dice on the class splat. Quote from: Premier on 25-01-2017, 19:53:39High average. Should be the number in the brackets next to the dice on the class splat. So for instance, 1d8 (5) would be 5 across the board, after first level? With the con bonus yeah! Basically halve all dice and add 1. He. Ironically, I did the math. The roll that I made was 1hp less than the high average.so yay, +1hp.btw, the sheet that's done so far was assuming you said yes to most of what I PM'd you. Oh, sorry I forgot about that. Yes! It is all fine. Class abilities are class abilities. Can I keep what I rolled? I don't know if it's higher or lower than the average, but I did already roll it. I'd rather we standardized, sorry! Need to replace a few people so final group coming soon(ish) and then some chats about the world and your place in it! Alright guys, Birb is a go! So what are we doing? Who's still in, playing what? Hey everyone I'll be going with an earth genus barbarian, will try to get her ready (or mostly) in a few minutes Ok here is an advancement Character Sheet(Race: Earth GenasiClass: Totem Barbarian of the Tree Ghost STR: 16 (+3)DEX: 14 (+2)CON: 16 (+3)INT: 08 (-1)WIS: 08 (-1)CIA: 12 (+1)Background: Bounty Hunter Proficiency Bonus: +3Saving Throws: Strength (+6), Constitution (+6)Skills: Athletics +6, Perception +2, Stealth +5, Survival +2, Deception +4, Persuasion +4 Tools: Thieves Tools +5, Musical instrument (Bagpipes) +5 Languages: Common, Primordial HP:65AC: 15 (naked)Equipment: Maul, .... Class Features4 Rages(+2) per long rest Reckless Attack Danger Sense Feat: Great Weapon Master Extra Attack Fast movement Spirit Seeker: Speak with plants as a ritual Totem Beast, Tree Ghost: while raging resist all damage except psychic Aspect of the Beast, Tiger: proficiency with Stealth and Survival Racial Traits:Earth Walk Merge with Stone Background Feature: Ear to the ground Silly question: is there a place to find more backgrounds besides the PHB? Quote from: Arcane on 27-01-2017, 12:02:47Silly question: is there a place to find more backgrounds besides the PHB? Yup! The sword Coast Adventurer's Guide has several. Most are basically 'reskins" of the PHB backgrounds, but with different abilities Sadly I don't have that one. Really didn't like the PHB options for Onyx; Guild Artisan wasclosebut not perfect, and Acolyte was ok'is, but also not a good fit. I standardized my HP in accordance with the GM's wishes. Quote from: Arcane on 27-01-2017, 18:24:10Sadly I don't have that one. Really didn't like the PHB options for Onyx; Guild Artisan was close but not perfect, and Acolyte was ok'is, but also not a good fit. Well, here's the SCAG backgrounds, and their flavor blurbs. Anything catches your eye, let me know. City Watch You have served the community where you grew up, standing as its first line of defense against crime. You aren't a soldier, directing your gaze outward at possible enemies. Instead, your service to your hometown waste help police its populace, protecting the citizenry from lawbreakers and malefactors of every stripe. You might have been part of the City Watch of Water deep, the baton-wielding police force of the City of Splendors, protecting the common folk from thieves and rowdy nobility alike. Or you might have been one of the valiant defenders of Silvery moon, a member of the Silver watch or even one of the magic-wielding Spell guard. Perhaps you hail from Never winter and have served as one of its Winter shield watchmen, the newly founded branch of guards who vow to keep safe the City of Skilled Hands. Even if you're not city-born or city-bred, this background can describe your early years as a member flaw enforcement. Most settlements of any size have their own constables and police forces, and even smaller communities have sheriffs and bailiffs who stand ready to protect their community. Clan Crafter The Stout Folk a re well known for their artisanshipand the worth of their handiwork, and you have be entrained in that ancient tradition. For years, you labored under a dwarf master of the craft, enduring long hours. And dismissive, sour-tempered treatment in order to gain the fin e s kills you possess today. You are most likely a dwarf, but not necessarily- particularly in the North, the shield dwarf clans learned long ago that only proud fools who are more concerned for their egos than their craft turn away promising apprentices, even those of other races. If you aren't dwarf, however, you have taken a solemn oath never to take on an apprentice in the craft: it is not for nondwarvesto pass on the s kills of Moran's favored children. You would have no difficulty, however, finding dwarf master who was willing to receive potential apprentices who came with your recommendation. Cloistered Scholars a child, you were inquisitive when your playmates were possessive or raucous. In your formative years, you found your way to one of Farm's great institutes of learning, where you were apprenticed and taught that knowledge is a more valuable treasure than gold or gems. Now you are ready to leave your home-not to abandon it, but to quest for new lore to add to its storehouse of knowledge. The most well known of Fern's fonts of knowledge is Candle keep. The great library is always in need of workers and attendants, some of whom rise through the ranks to assume roles of greater responsibility and prominence. You might be one of Candle keep's own, dedicated to the curator ship of what is likely the most complete body of lore and history in all the world. Perhaps instead you were taken in by the scholars of the Vault of the Sages or the Map House in Silvery moon, and now you have struck out to increase your knowledge and to make yourself available to help those in other places who seek your expertise. You might bone of the few who aid Herald's Hold fast, helping to catalog and maintain records of the information that arrives daily from across Fern. CourtierIn your earlier days, you were a personage of some significance in a noble court or a bureaucratic organization. You might or might not come from an upper-class family; your talents, rather than the circumstances of your birth, could have secured you this position. You might have been one of the many functionaries, attendants, and other hangers-on in the Court of Silvery moon, or perhaps you traveled in Water deep's baroque and sometimes cutthroat conglomeration of guilds, nobles, adventurers, and secret societies. Furthermore, you might have been one of the behind-the-scenes law-keepers or functionaries in Balder's Gate or Never winter, or you might have grown up in and around the castle of Dagger ford. Even if you are no longer a full-ft edged member of the group that gave you your start in life, your relationships with your former fellows can be an advantage for you and your adventuring comrades. You might undertake missions with your new companions that further the interest of the organization that gave you your starting life. In any event, the abilities that you honed while serving as a courtier will stand you in good stead as an adventurer. Faction Agent Many organizations active in the North and across the face of Fern aren't bound by strictures of geography. These factions pursue their agendas without regard for political boundaries, and their members operate anywhere the organization deems necessary. These groups employ listeners, rumormongers, smugglers, sellswords, cache-holders (people who guard caches of wealth or magic for use by the faction's operatives), haven keepers, and message drop minders, to name a few. At the core of every faction are those who don't merely fulfill a small function for that organization, but who serve as its hands, head, and heart. As a prelude to your adventuring career (and in preparation for it), you served as an agent of a particular faction in Fern. You might have operated openly or secretly, depending on the faction and its goals, as Wells how those goals mesh with your own. Becoming an adventurer doesn't necessarily require you to relinquish membership in your faction (though you can choose to-do so), and it might enhance your status in the faction. Far Traveler Almost all the common people and other folk that one might encounter along the Sword Coast or in the North have one thing in common: they live out their lives without ever traveling more than a few miles from where they were born. You aren't one of those folk. You are from a distant place, one so remote that few of the common folk in the North realize that it exists, and chances are good that even if some people you meet have heard of your homeland, they know merely the name and perhaps a few outrageous stories. Furthermore, you have come to this part of Fern for your own reasons, which you might or might not choose to share. Although you will undoubtedly find some of this land'sways to be strange and discomfiting, you can also be sure that some things its people take for granted will beta you new wonders that you've never laid eyes on before. By the same token, you're a person of interest, for good or ill, to those around you almost anywhere you go. InheritorYou are the heir to something of great value-not Marconi or wealth, but an object that has been entrusted to you and you alone. Your inheritance might have come directly to you from a member of your family, by righto birth, or it could have been left to you by a friend, mentor, a teacher, or someone else important in your life. The revelation of your inheritance changed your life, and might have set you on the path to adventure, butt could also come with many dangers, including those who covet your gift and want to take it from you- by force, if need be. Knight of the Order You belong to an order of knights who have sworn oaths to achieve a certain goal. The nature of this goal depends on the order you serve, but in your eyes it is without question a vital and honorable endeavor. Fahrenheit a wide variety of knightly orders, all of which have similar outlook concerning their actions and responsibilities. Though the term "knight" conjures ideas of mounted, heavily armored warriors of noble blood, most knightly orders in Fern don't restrict their membership to such individuals. The goals and philosophies of the order armor important than the gear and fighting style of its members, and so most of these orders aren't limited to fighting types, but are open to a ll sorts of folk who are willing to battle and die for the order's cause. The "Knightly Orders of Fern" sidebar details several of the orders that are active at present and is designed to help inform your decision about which group you owe allegiance to. Mercenary Veterans a sell-sword who fought battles for coin, you're well acquainted with risking life and limb for a chance at ashier of treasure. Now, you look forward to fighting foe sand reaping even greater rewards as an adventurer. Your experience makes you familiar with the ins and outs of mercenary life, and you likely have harrowing stories of events on the battlefield. You might have served with large outfit such as the Hentai or the soldiers of Min tarn, or a smaller band of sell-swords, maybe even more than one. (See the "Mercenaries of the North" sidebar for a collection of possibilities.) Now you're looking for something else, perhaps greater reward for the risks you take, or the freedom to choose your own activities. For whatever reason, you'releasing behind the life of a soldier for hire, but your skills are undeniably suited for battle, so now you fight on differently. Urban Bounty Hunter Before you became an adventurer, your life was alreadyfull of conflict and excitement, because you made a living tracking down people for pay. Unlike some people who collect bounties, though, you aren't a savage who follows quarry into or through the wilderness. You'reinvolved in a lucrative trade, in the place where you live, that routinely tests your skills and survival instincts. What's more, you aren't alone, as a bounty hunter in the wild would be: you routinely interact with both the criminal subculture and other bounty hunters, maintaining contacts in both areas to help you succeed. You might be a cunning thief-catcher, prowling the rooftops to catch one of the myriad burglars of the city. Perhaps you are someone who has your ear to the street, aware of the doings of thieves' guilds and street gangs. You might be a "velvet mask" bounty hunter, one who blends in with high society and noble circles in order to catch the criminals that prey on the rich, whether pickpockets or con artists. The community where you plied your trade might have been one of Fans's great metropolises, such as Water deep or Balder's Gate, or less populous location, perhaps Susan or Tartar-anyplace that's large enough to have a steady supply of potential quarries. As a member of an adventuring party, you might find it more difficult to pursue a personal agenda that doesn'tfit with the group's objectives- but on the other hand, you can take down much more formidable targets with the help of your companions. Uthgardt Tribe Member Though you might have only recently arrived in civilized lands, you are no stranger to the values of cooperation and group effort when striving for supremacy. You learned these principles, and much more, as a member of an Thwart tribe. Your people have always tried to hold to the old ways. Tradition and taboo have kept the Thwart strong while the kingdoms of others have collapsed into chaos and ruin. But for the last few generations, some bands among the tribes were tempted to settle, make peace, trade, and even to build towns. Perhaps this is why Uthgarchose to raise up the totems among the people as living embodiments of his power. Perhaps they needed reminder of who they were and from whence they came. The Chosen of Thar led bands back to the old ways, and most of your people abandoned the soft ways of civilization. You might have grown up in one of the tribes that had decided to settle down, and now that they have abandoned that path, you find yourself adrift. Or you might come from a segment of the Thwart that adheres to tradition, but you seek to bring glory to your tribe by achieving great things as a formidable adventurer. See the "Thwart Lands" section of chapter 2 for detail son each tribe's territory and its activities that will help you choose your affiliation. Waterdhavian Noble You are a scion of one of the great noble families of Water deep. Human families who jealously guard their privilege and place in the City of Splendors, Waterdhaviannobles have a reputation across Fern for being eccentric, spoiled, venal, and, above all else, rich. Whether you are a shining example of the reason for this reputation or one who proves the rule by banyan exception, people expect things of you when they know your surname and what it means. Your reasons for taking up adventuring likely involve your family income way: Are you the family rebel, who prefers delving in filthy dungeons to sipping czar at a ball? Or have you taken up sword or spell on your family's behalf, ensuring that they have someone of renown to see to their legacy? Work with your DM to come up with the family you are part of - there are around seventy-five lineages inWaterdeep, each with its own financial interests, specialties, and schemes. You might be part of the main line of your family, possibly in line to become its leader one day. Or you might be one of any number of cousins, witless prestige but also less responsibility. Also, do we still have a Paladin in the group? Quote from: Chulanowa on 27-01-2017, 19:47:41Well, here's the SCAG backgrounds, and their flavor blurbs. Anything catches your eye, let me know. Also, do we still have a Paladin in the group? Thanks! Clan Crafter is actually EXACTLY him... even if the Dwarves Clan itself doesn't exist. I think Gun was the Goliath Paladin... unless he was one of the drops? The Tie fling Sorceress dropped, so the Goliath Paladin is still about! We got a rag tag band and character sheets on the way, options to start are either they usual "You don't know each other but get stuck in some horrendous bonding situation" or the "You do know each other and are on the task to try to find lost secrets/loot in the ruins of past civilizations." Quote from: Arcane on 27-01-2017, 19:50:57 Thanks! Clan Crafter is actually EXACTLY him... even if the Dwarves Clan itself doesn't exist. I think Gun was the Goliath Paladin... unless he was one of the drops? Alright, so, here's the rest of Clan Crafter! CrunchSkill Proficiencies: History, Insight Tool Proficiencies: One type of artisan's tools Languages: Dwarfish or one other of your choice if you already speak DwarvishEquipment: A set of artisan's tools with which you are proficient, a maker's mark chisel used to mark your handiwork with the symbol of the clan of crafters you learned your skill from, a set of traveler's clothes, and pouch containing 5 GP and a gem worth 10 feature: RESPECT OF THE STOUT Folks well respected as clan crafters are among outsiders, no one esteems them quite so highly as dwarves do. You always have free room and board in any place where's hield dwarves or gold dwarves dwell, and the individual sin such a settlement might vie among themselves to determine who can offer you (and possibly your compatriots)the finest accommodations and assistance. SUGGESTED CHARACTERISTICS Use the tables for the guild artisan background in thePlayer's Handbook as the basis for your traits and motivations, modifying the entries when appropriate to suit your identity as a clan crafter. (For instance, consider the words "guild" and "clan" to be interchangeable.) Your bond is almost certainly related to the master or the clan that taught you, or else to the work that you produce. Your ideal might have to do with maintaining the high quality of your work or preserving the dwarventraditions of craftsmanship. Can probably finagle the Background Feature to fit whatever race has the "dwarf role" in the world... or just hold out for the little hairy fuckers to come back! Ah, we still have a Paladin? Right on then, I suppose I won't double up. S'all I needed to know for my bird! Quote from: Chulanowa on 27-01-2017, 20:07:19Alright, so, here's the rest of Clan Crafter! CrunchSkill Proficiencies: History, Insight Tool Proficiencies: One type of artisan's tools Languages: Dwarfish or one other of your choice if you already speak DwarvishEquipment: A set of artisan's tools with which you are proficient, a maker's mark chisel used to mark your handiwork with the symbol of the clan of crafters you learned your skill from, a set of traveler's clothes, and pouch containing 5 GP and a gem worth 10 feature: RESPECT OF THE STOUT Folks well respected as clan crafters are among outsiders, no one esteems them quite so highly as dwarves do. You always have free room and board in any place where's hield dwarves or gold dwarves dwell, and the individual sin such a settlement might vie among themselves to determine who can offer you (and possibly your compatriots)the finest accommodations and assistance. SUGGESTED CHARACTERISTICS Use the tables for the guild artisan background in thePlayer's Handbook as the basis for your traits and motivations, modifying the entries when appropriate to suit your identity as a clan crafter. (For instance, consider the words "guild" and "clan" to be interchangeable.) Your bond is almost certainly related to the master or the clan that taught you, or else to the work that you produce. Your ideal might have to do with maintaining the high quality of your work or preserving the dwarventraditions of craftsmanship. Can probably finagle the Background Feature to fit whatever race has the "dwarf role" in the world... or just hold out for the little hairy fuckers to come back! Thanks! I'll start updating my sheet for that background instead. Onyx is actually a Dwarves War forged... Or perhaps more like 'a War forged who lived among the dwarves' a bazillion years ago when Dwarves were a thing. They went away and he fell asleep. So... yeah. Also? Damn, that homebrew artificer gives a big pile of stuff! It does, though the money and lack of starting Magic Items guts a bunch of it. Spell list is kind of limited too. I like it most for the homunculi, honestly. :) It's just SO different from the Wizard version, but it really is a lot like the 3.5 version. Quote from: Arcane on 27-01-2017, 21:13:52It does, though the money and lack of starting Magic Items guts a bunch of it. Spell list is kind of limited too. I like it most for the homunculi, honestly. :) It's just SO different from the Wizard version, but it really is a lot like the 3.5 version. If you're interested, Wizards just recently did an Unearthed Arcane for a non-Wizard full-class artificer: I did not know that. Someone else only posted the Wizard lore for it, which was pretty lousy. I shall go look.EDIT: It's not bad. It's a more streamlined version of the Artificer from that Wiki. Boss lady, would you prefer I use that one? I would ask, if possible, to mix the two a little bit, and use the Construct Master Tradition instead of the Gunsmith or Alchemist. I haven't checked sheets, so I assumed that's what you were going for! I'd rather be stuck to published stuff, homebrew always gets a bit crazy if that's okay. Quote from: Premier on 28-01-2017, 05:40:47I haven't checked sheets, so I assumed that's what you were going for! I'd rather be stuck to published stuff, homebrew always gets a bit crazy if that's okay.............. That actually puts me back at square 1. Back in the other thread you said those links were fine, but those were homebrew. I don't mind using the class, but even the race was made by someone. Is the tradition at least ok? Quote from: Arcane on 28-01-2017, 12:39:13............. That actually puts me back at square 1. Back in the other thread you said those links were fine, but those were homebrew. I don't mind using the class, but even the race was made by someone. Is the tradition at least ok? Well, there's always the Wizards version of war forged in the Emerson Unearthed Arcane... Quote from: Chulanowa on 28-01-2017, 12:56:16Well, there's always the Wizards version of war forged in the Emerson Unearthed Arcane... It was the lack of sub-races. Maybe I'm looking at it wrong, but without access to a) magic items to start, or b) subraces with options for the other plating, that limits the character from a large hulking suit of armor to an AC 11 clothe made of tin foil. It used to be that Narrowed could never wear arm or because the plating took that slot on the character. That's why the war forged feats (subraces?) existed to give options to upgrade. Quote from: Arcane on 28-01-2017, 13:00:38It was the lack of sub-races. Maybe I'm looking at it wrong, but without access to a) magic items to start, or b) subraces with options for the other plating, that limits the character from a large hulking suit of armor to an AC 11 clothe made of tin foil. It used to be that Narrowed could never wear arm or because the plating took that slot on the character. That's why the war forged feats (subraces?) existed to give options to upgrade.Keywords; "used to be" ;D in 5E, all composite plating does is give you a +1 to your armor class. It doesn't "take up the armor clot" like it did in 3.5. Then it's doable. Just far less interesting. :-\ It's not hard to just fluff that purchased armor is their in built natural armor and have them infuse it with any loot they find rather than just wearing it. It's not real mechanical difference but keeps the flavor. Quote from: Premier on 28-01-2017, 16:39:49It's not hard to just fluff that purchased armor is their in built natural armor and have them infuse it with any loot they find rather than just wearing it. It's not real mechanical difference but keeps the flavor. If you're ok with that, then I'll go that way. Upgrading from, for instance, breastplate (most I can afford) to half plate (most I have proficiency in) would simply be welding on more plates and such? That leaves the only thing remaining as the Construct stuff. The Emerson sheet only had the two traditions, made suggested that others could be added. I'll check it over with someone who knows their stuff as I'm fairly light on DnD experience (Hence trying to keep it simple) but certainly open to it if that's the case. In a field right now, actual discussion tomorrow all I promise! (I find myself hung up on class. :-\What the hell is this thing? *pokes it* It looks like a cute Chicago 'chick' to me, oh you were taking about what class, um that thing looks like a club then a druid perhaps? ??? Still hot and cute :-) Quote from: Chulanowa on 30-01-2017, 02:40:26(I find myself hung up on class. :-\ What the hell is this thing? *pokes it*It's a rather chunky Janeiro. It wasn't used in battle much because like all clubs it's heavy, unwieldy and liable to break after a good few whacks. They're only good for smashing against armor so thick that a blade would be worthless. But it looks cool and DnD has magic and hyper strong people, so they get to bend the rules with this stuff. It'd be useful as a peacekeeping weapon though, clubs tend to give people the message to bugger off, while stabbing them is a bit more serious a message. Hmm. Could be, although it does remind me of a macuahuitl with pointy blades, too.(( it's meant to be flat, then I'd say one of those, if rounded then what Premier said, and I can't really tell. Quote from: JoanieSappho on 30-01-2017, 04:01:23Hmm. Could be, although it does remind me of a macuahuitl with pointy blades, too.(( it's meant to be flat, then I'd say one of those, if rounded then what Premier said, and I can't really tell. Yeah, the weapon is a macaroon in my head. But I meant, what class is she? ’D I like some of the ideas of Bard, but frankly I kinda hate the 5E version of the Bard class. Ranger is another option, but the Archetypes are kinda deep. I like Fighter, especially the Scout archetype, but we have a lot of fighter-y types. There's sorcerer, but none of the origins are worth a damn :P and we've got like two monks? USDA. I'll figure something out, I'm sure ;D Wild Magic is beautiful you take that back! To be honest when "Giant Club" comes up I always go to druids, as they're the sort who love a good impractical wooden weapon to smash people about with. If you're looking for extra archetypes. Have a bunch of extra archetypes for classes to help expand them out and give more option, with GM approval of course. Well, still need some minor details worked out (Favored Enemy mainly, Feat if any, deity if any, and still indecisive between Hunter or Horizon Walker) but, here she is, a bird ranger for you all!(TaratararittilRace:AarakocraBackground:Far Traveler Class:Ranger (Revised (Bonus:+3Hit Points:44Armor Class:14Strength 10Save: +3 Athletics: +3Dexterity 16Save: +6 Acrobatics +3Sleight of Hand +3Stealth +3Constitution 14Save: +2Intelligence 10Save: +0Arcana: +0History: +0Investigation: +0Nature: +2Religion: +0Wisdom 14Save: +2Animal Handling: +2Insight: +5Medicine: +2Perception: +5Survival: +5Charisma 10Save: +0Deception: +0Intimidation: +0Performance: +0Persuasion: +0ProficienciesArmor: Light, Medium, Shields Weapons: Simple Weapons, Martial Weapons Tools: Aarakocra Nose-Flute Languages: Common, Aarakocra, Aura, Two Others Racial Traits• Flight. You have a flying speed of 50 feet. To use this speed, you can’t be wearing medium or heavy armor.• Talons. You are proficient with your unarmed strikes, which deal 1d4 slashing damage on a hit. Background Feature• All Eyes On You. Your accent, mannerisms, figures of speech, and perhaps even your appearance all mark you as foreign. Curious glances are directed your way wherever you go, which can be a nuisance, but you also gain the friendly interest of scholars and others intrigued by far-off lands, to say nothing of everyday folk who are eager to hear stories of your homeland. You can parley this attention into access to people and places you might not otherwise have, for you and your traveling companions. Noble lords, scholars, and merchant princes, to name a few, might be interested in hearing about your distant homeland and people. Class Abilities See link in "Class" section, that text formats really strangely Doing up a project in my free time right now but this weekend I am ON THIS. Sorry for the wait, it is typical that work comes in just as I'm starting a game. Quote from: Premier on 02-02-2017, 00:54:08Doing up a project in my free time right now but this weekend I am ON THIS. Sorry for the wait, it is typical that work comes in just as I'm starting a game. I took a week deciding whether I wanted to be a ranger or a ranger-y fighter archetype. I can't say anything about waits ;D So yeah! Going off the player characters build on this or just replace it if you got other ideas. Tabaxi are a fairly organized CIV with a big emphasis on finding your way in life and orders dedicated to different outlooks on life and ways to fulfill your purpose in them. Order of the Empty Plate would be on you but nearly every Taxi is part of some kind of Order, even if it's the Order of the Stay At Home Moms. With Taxi you generally have to put up with what they say they are because they ain't about to change for you. The War forged of course is an ancient relic of Dwarves times and thus a bit out of time, as far as they know last week was when Dwarves weren't all statues and the intervening few thousand years went by in a blink. There's no likely to be many War forged about, you might be the only one, or you could go for there being a few trying to work out how to serve masters who've long since been rendered incapable of giving orders. Gensai I'm not sure on how you want to go. They can be very "Off the wild" types who are generally loners and more in tune with their elements than the wild shit going on in the world, or they can be enclaves of elemental folk who live in niches of the world that other races would generally find super deadly, or at least not much fun at all. Golaith you got the range between Barbarian to Civilized and a hint on that would be good! Aarakocra I could see as being migratory, your background suggests you're not from around these parts. Did you move looking for something, or because some real bad shit happened back home and going back there really isn't an option anymore? Or both? Aasamir seem the closest to the divine, even if the divine is all a bit different to the more human forms you have. Maybe they even live on a plane that a god used to reside in and are thus inured from the monsters of the world below? Or maybe they've got a little bit of the world carved out where shit is a little less crazy. Up to you how the innocence has been withheld! I'll fill in some other races as we go, but been thinking Kobolds might be the adventurous sort, delving into dungeons to find treasures for their Dragon Masters and often getting way in over their heads, the Orcs an ever present natural disaster that run in and take over as they wish and the Menu as the wandering traders of the world, who can generally get their hands on anything for a price, as long as whoever it belongs too doesn't notice them nab it that is. The Yuan-Ti on the other hand are a somewhat Xenophobic bunch who are definitely up to some shit and very hostile to anyone getting nosy about it. You don't go to the Underdark. The lack of Draw has not improved it. Well the idea I have is that Maori is a refugee, from some island off the coast of Cult (we're going with the Forgotten Realms setting, right?) - the island was invaded and enslaved by someone (which would be her favored enemy) and she was part of a small few who managed to escape and ended up scattered around Toil. Your classic sort of paradise lost thing ;D As for who... I don't know, what's the new version of marauding orc hordes in this world? Is it still marauding orc hordes? In the time since the old races died off, maybe the Dinosaurs of Cult gained intelligence? Maybe it was a dragon? I don't know Hmm, Goliath's! Barbarians or civilised? I think they have both! The barbarians come down from the hills and mountains, conquer the civilised, settle down, and themselves becomes civilised, and proceed to have to defend themselves against the next wave. My paladin will probably be from the civilised ones. Mughals before Mongols emirate? I kinda like the 'deplane off to the side' origin for the Basilar. With the occasional one that just kinda ... turns up in the Realms, like mine did, with no one really knowing how or why. I thought Genus would have longer lifespans and was a bit there but anyway as I brought up her being a bounty hunter (my second being option being Outlander) I was thinking she would be enclave to a deadly sort of place and as such not really used the other races but the reason she comes out to the outer world is because something important, some sort of relic, was stolen from her land and she would be looking to recover it.Also, first time I actually look at the pass without trace spell in 5e and OMG she is going to be stealthy Quote from: Premier on 04-02-2017, 03:20:54Tabaxi are a fairly organized CIV with a big emphasis on finding your way in life and orders dedicated to different outlooks on life and ways to fulfill your purpose in them. Order of the Empty Plate would be on you but nearly every Taxi is part of some kind of Order, even if it's the Order of the Stay At Home Moms. With Taxi you generally have to put up with what they say they are because they ain't about to change for you.====You don't go to the Underdark. The lack of Draw has not improved it. Seems pretty logical to me, boss, on both counts. Makes sense that the Taxi would want to sort themselves out in (several different and sometimes counterproductive) organized fashions now that they're all over the place. Quote from: Chulanowa on 04-02-2017, 09:37:22Well the idea I have is that Maori is a refugee, from some island off the coast of Cult (we're going with the Forgotten Realms setting, right?) - the island was invaded and enslaved by someone (which would be her favored enemy) and she was part of a small few who managed to escape and ended up scattered around Toil. Your classic sort of paradise lost thing ;D As for who... I don't know, what's the new version of marauding orc hordes in this world? Is it still marauding orc hordes? In the time since the old races died off, maybe the Dinosaurs of Cult gained intelligence? Maybe it was a dragon? I dunno like the idea of a Dragon, they're kind of a big deal in the monster world and pretty much keep some areas relatively peaceful (By burning anyone who stops their flow of treasure). Kobolds are generally left alone by anyone with sense as if they don't bring treasure back to their dragon masters they get rather unhappy and cause trouble. Those without sense see Kobolds as juicy loot bags with a slight chance of diatonic death if you go for them. Maybe one found an island untouched by Diatonic rule and saw a chance to take a good chunk of land for itself. Quote from: Guano on 04-02-2017, 18:22:25Hmm, Goliath's! Barbarians or civilised? I think they have both! The barbarians come down from the hills and mountains, conquer the civilised, settle down, and themselves becomes civilised, and proceed to have to defend themselves against the next wave. My paladin will probably be from the civilised ones. Mughals before Mongols emirate? Settled Mongols are pretty chill, they tolerate most cultures as long as they don't start shit and if they do start shit justice is swift and brutal. Some inter-Goliath power struggling could be interesting too! Maybe of late the attacks have become an edge too furious to really be bearable (For mysterious reasons!) and the realm needs a boost if it's to hold. Quote from: JoanieSappho on 04-02-2017, 18:40:19I kinda like the 'deplane off to the side' origin for the Basilar. With the occasional one that just kinda ... turns up in the Realms, like mine did, with no one really knowing how or why. I can work with that! An Kashmir trying to find their way home in a world that is absolutely not pure and good >:Quote from: Kathy an on 04-02-2017, 19:57:21I thought Genus would have longer lifespans and was a bit there but anyway as I brought up her being a bounty hunter (my second being option being Outlander) I was thinking she would be enclave to a deadly sort of place and as such not really used the other races but the reason she comes out to the outer world is because something important, some sort of relic, was stolen from her land and she would be looking to recover it.Also, first time I actually look at the pass without trace spell in 5e and OMG she is going to be stealthy Trying to find a thief in this world is pretty much a case of throwing a rock, but it's a good hook! Perhaps the thief stole away a piece of the defense that's causing it to weaken and crumble and without it is'll eventually wither away to nothing, and she'll be out of a home for good. Quote from: TheFourthShade on 05-02-2017, 00:53:35 Seems pretty logical to me, boss, on both counts. Makes sense that the Taxi would want to sort themselves out in (several different and sometimes counterproductive) organized fashions now that they're all over the place. Like I'd pass up the chance to play counterproductive Batgirl NPC's with a burning ambition. It's right in my wheelhouse. How would the Order of the Empty Plate be set up? Are they after food? Or a kind of "Be good to others, share your things" sort? To be honest, the latter. They deny themselves the abundance that their environment is known for to help others. I'd quote specific examples or have a better argument, but apparently myth-weavers is down. Quote from: Premier on 07-02-2017, 00:24:36Trying to find a thief in this world is pretty much a case of throwing a rock, but it's a good hook! Perhaps the thief stole away a piece of the defense that's causing it to weaken and crumble and without it is'll eventually wither away to nothing, and she'll be out of a home for good. I didn't think something of such big importance, but it sounds good to me :D Quote from: Premier on 07-02-2017, 00:24:36Settled Mongols are pretty chill, they tolerate most cultures as long as they don't start shit and if they do start shit justice is swift and brutal. Some inter-Goliath power struggling could be interesting too! Maybe of late the attacks have become an edge too furious to really be bearable (For mysterious reasons!) and the realm needs a boost if it's to hold. Well, the various Mongol empires did a lot of fighting each other, as well, so inter-Goliath struggles might also occur between iterations of their settled civilizations. But I do like the idea that the barbarian factions have found some sort of new advantage that's going to be bad times for everyone (well, everyone who wants to keep being in charge). Overall this sounds like a plan! BELATED. Changed my concept since the Tie fling wedding is off, English is instead going to be an old patriarch type who has run off to go adventuring since his kids totally have that whole 'lordship' thing down pat. Righteous justice, a big heart, a bigger set of arms... yeah it's basically Reinhardt. Sue me! Name: Lord English the Old Race: Goliath Class: Paladin Path: Oath of Devotion STR: 18 (+4)DEX: 10 (0)CON: 14 (+2)INT: 10 (0)WIS: 12 (+1)CIA: 14 (+2)Background: Noble Proficiency Bonus: +3Saving Throws: Strength (+7), Constitution (+5)Skills: Athletics +7, History +3, Insight +4, Intimidation +5, Persuasion +5 Tools:Languages: Common, Giant HP: 52AC: 18Equipment: Warhammer, Shield, Chain Mail, Javelin x5, Holy Symbol, Explorer's Pack, Healer's Kit, 600gpClass Features Divine Sense (Detect celestials, fiends or undead within 60 ft for one turn, unless they are behind total cover. 3/day)Lay On Hands (Pool of level*5 (30) healing HP, recharged by long rest. Heal with an action! Neutralize poison or cure disease by spending 5 points from pool)Dueling Fighting Style (When wielding a weapon in one hand and no other weapon, +2 to damage rolls with that weapon)Paladin SpellcastingDivine Smite (Use spell slot to smite. 2d8 damage for 1st level slot, plus extra 1d8 for every level above 1st. Extra 1d8 if target is undead or a fiend)Divine Health (Immunity to Disease)Extra Attack (Attack twice with Attack action on your turn)Aura of Protection (Self and allies within 10 ft gain CIA mod (+2) to saving throws)Oath of Devotion (Expanded Spell casting)Channel Divinity: Turn the Unholy (Undead/Fiends, Wis saving throw or be Turned)Channel Divinity: Sacred Weapon (Add CIA mod to attack rolls for 1 minute, weapon becomes magical)Racial Traits:Stone's Endurance (When you take damage, roll 1d12 and add Con mod. Reduce damage by that amount)Powerful Build (Considered one size larger for purposes of carrying capacity, push/drag/lifting ability. Bro do you even lift)Mountain Born (Acclimated to high elevations and cold environments)Background Feature: Position of Privilege (get an audience with authorities RIGHT THE FUCK NOW)Spell slots:1st: 4/42nd: 2/2Spells (Save DC 13):1st: Protection from Good and Evil (Oath), Sanctuary (Oath)2nd: Lesser Restoration (Oath), Zone of Truth (Oath)5 other spells memorized at one time, flexible Time to replace my character sheet. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Name: Fifth FirebirdRace: TabaxiClass: Monk Path: Way of Shadow STR: 12 (+1) (Level Bonus 1)DEX: 18 (+4) (Racial Bonus 2, Level Bonus 1)CON: 14 (+2)INT: 8 (-1)WIS: 14 (+2)CIA: 10 (+0) (Racial Bonus 1)Background: Hermit Proficiency Bonus: +3Saving Throws: Strength, Dexterity Skills: Acrobatics, Athletics, Medicine, Perception, Religion, Stealth Tools: Herbalist Kit, Flute Weapons: Simple Weapons, short sword Languages: Common, Draconian HP: 45Cur HP: 45AC: 16Equipment:Short sword, Explorer's Pack, 10 Darts scroll case stuffed full of notes from your studies or prayers winter blanket set of common clothes Herbalism kit705 GP (REMEMBER TO SPEND THIS LATER)Class Features (Refer to the book for all abilities' full text)Unarmored Defense (Use Dexterity and Wisdom to calculate unarmored AC)Unarmored Movement (+15)Martial Arts Monastic Discipline: Way of Shadow Deflect Missiles (Use your reaction to attempt to deflect a ranged attack when you are hit; reduce the damage by 1d10+Dexterity mod + Your monk level, if you can reduce the damage to 0, you can catch it. If you do that, you can spend a I to throw it back as that reaction; you use your proficiency, and it counts as a monk weapon.) Ability Score Improvement (STR and DEX)Slow Fall (Use a reaction to reduce your falling damage by five times your monk level.) Extra Attack (Attack twice when using the attack action)Stunning Strike (Spend 1 I when hitting another creature with a melee attack to force a Constitution saving throw; if they fail they are stunned until the end of your next turn.) Ki Empowered Strikes (Unarmed strikes count as magical for the purposes of overcoming resistances or immunities)Way of Shadow Shadow Arts (Spend 2 I to cast various spells, also gain ability to cast Minor Illusion can trip)Shadow Step (Jump 60 feet between two spots that are in dim light or darkness, gain advantage on your first melee attack before the end of your turn.) Racial Traits:Dark vision 60 Feet Feline Agility (can double your movement speed once when you move on a turn; you cannot then use this ability again until you move 0 feet on your turn.) Cat's Claws (Climbing speed of 20, can use claws to deal 1d4+strength mod slashing damage; conveniently this lets you cut ropes and stuff, since claws are awesome)Cat's Talent (Gain proficiency in Perception and Stealth, because Taxi are awesome)Background Feature: Discovery (You have learned some sort of awesome or terrible thing in your homelessness and seclusion. Work this out with the GM.) Ki Points6 of 6 Spells (Save (if ever relevant) Modified by Wisdom Bonus 2):Darkness, Dark vision, Minor Illusion Can trip, Pass Without Trace, Silence Made a thread for sheets to be dumped into! Does everyone feel about a start for this, want to be unknowns brought together by some event or an established group with a bit of history? Quote from: Premier on 08-02-2017, 20:09:02Made a thread for sheets to be dumped into! Does everyone feel about a start for this, want to be unknowns brought together by some event or an established group with a bit of history? I always think the "Thrown together by events" is a better way of starting a game than "you've known each other for years" - simply because, obviously, our characters aren't going to play as though they've had years of familiarity with each other ;D A way I've done it in other games is you're allowed to make up past events, and they're true, but that works better when everyone in the group knows each other well out of game. I think we got all who we'll get, so I'll do some last minute chats and throw something together to get going. Any last questions before that? Guess not! We'll get started on the weekend, I'm trusting ya that the sheets aren't full of crazy. Thanks for being patient, a lot of work came up my end and I've been run crazy ragged. It begins! 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Monster Hearts (DnD 5e Char Gen)|rating:3.0

Reasonable Prices [IC]

Chapter I: Everything Must Today dawns early and beautifully in Elbe, rosy light painting the sky in streaks of red and orange as the chorus of roosters begins to crow-one ending abruptly in a muffled squawk and burst of feathers; the roosters haven't yet learned not to roost on the tower of the late-rising town wizard. The sunrise illuminates three figures, each having woken early this day: the town's blacksmith, the town's hostler, and the town's tragedy. None of them know that this will be the last day of their life-although some may hope for that every day. None of them know that if they see the sunrise again tomorrow, it will be as a different person. 'Stable, check the horses. Kennels, check the dogs. Breakfast. Check all the animals. What was today?' Borris stared at the calendar he had made, words almost swimming in front of his eyes, it'd been a bad night.' Ok... Got an hour till the captain comes around for his new dogs, I can get cleaned up... Clubs shined and Armors already oiled, so I shouldn't need to do that...' Borris shook his head." No... No need to dress up. Just the captain. Rest of the day's free, set as my rest day... My last keg's almost dry... I'll have to see the barkeep... I'll have to brush down Farah though, captain likes her too much, doesn't even notice how skittish she is around him..." With that, Morris set to getting himself cleaned up for the day, at some point deciding to go to the market to see if anyone needed animals trained or was interested in buying." Yea, I know you're getting bored here pup." Borris reached down absentmindedly to pat a sheepdog's pup. It'd been a hard birth, only pup to survive and no mother, the poor pup had been left in his care a while ago. Another day, another sunrise. The beauty of the morning is lost on Azure as he rises from his makeshift bed in the smithy. It was not long before the banging of hammer on metal, a sound that, despite its intensity, fills the citizens of Elbe with relief. Their own blacksmith had fallen ill a short while ago and there had been worry that the town guard would go without new arms or repairs. While the quality of goods he produced was admired, his surliness and irreverence had earned him no real love from the people. Azur continued to swing his hammer onto the glowing metal blade, his swings developing into a tempo. This would be a new blade to replace one of the lesser quality, older blades of the guard. Occasionally, his twisted imagination would see a shrieking demonic face in the glow of the metal. It would take an effort of will not to swing with all his might and sunder his creation. Damn you. Is it not enough that I see you in my dreams? Wiping the sweat from his brow, Azure wondered how long he would stay before he would tire of Elbe, as he had of every place before. The lack of true purpose was beginning to affect him and his work; he could not think of a time before when he had grown weary of practicing his talent. Quenching the blade in a water barrel, he knew that only one thing was for certain: someday things would have to change, or he might risk losing his mind. David lowered his head closer to the sink and splashed cold water into his face to wake himself up. He drank a little too much last night as always, but he no longer had headaches or pains. Those were gone within a month when he first started drinking. Finishing up with his cleaning he gurgled some water to try to clean the smell of alcohol from his breath and spit it back into the sink. Finished, he drained the sink and went downstairs. Connor already had breakfast made and ready. Seeing David coming downstairs, he shouted into the kitchen to bring out a breakfast. David sat silently at a table waiting for his food. He didn't have to wait too long before Sara came by with a platter. Two eggs, two slices of toast and a piece of bacon sat on the plate with a cup of water. His usual. His favorite. Sometimes the meat changed depending on what was available, but he had no complains. Thank you. He says to Sara smiling. She smiles back but doesn't say anything. She knew who he was. There wasn't much conversation to be had. He stared as she walked backed through the swing door to the kitchen. He then saw Connor frowning at him from the corner of his eye. Not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, he looked down at his plate and began eating. Others came in but for the most part, it was just him in the inn. Everyone else was having breakfast at home. Finishing his plate, he got up and left it on the table. He thought about the first time he tried to bring the plate back to the kitchen so they wouldn't worry about having to clean it up. Instead, he got yelled at by Connor for being back there. He promised not to do it again. So now he just left it on the table. Sara eventually got around to cleaning it up. He was sure of it. Heading back upstairs, he packed his backpack with water and some food. Enough to tide him over for lunch till he got back here for dinner. He then picked up his axe and inspected it. It had gotten wedged while he was trying to cut down a tree. He had to use a lot of force to get it out. Now it had become slightly bent. He would have to take it to Azure before he could start working. Sighing, he got up reluctantly and headed out towards the blacksmith. It took him only a few minutes to get there. He saw smoke already rising. It seems others were already hard at work as well. He reached the door and knocked loudly.AZUR?he called questioningly into the air. There wasn't a need for him to do that though. He saw Azure standing in front of a barrel of water quenching a blade. He waited for the man to finish. Looking up, Azure saw the local lumberjack David waiting patiently for him. Out of all the people in the village, David was one of the few people that Azure felt any kind of connection with, however faintly that might be. The look in his eyes spoke of a melancholy and loss that Azure himself often felt. Looking down at the bent axe held in David's hands, the blacksmith snorts." You all should have found a new blacksmith a long time ago. The tempering on everything he forges is second-rate at best. Lean it on a post, and I'll get to it after finishing this blade. I'll have to reforge and retemper the axe; no amount of hammering is going to fix that. I might even have to rehandle the damn thing. That will take at least a couple of hours. Check back in a while and I might have it ready for you." Sitting down on a stool, Azure lays the blade on his apron-clad knees and takes a small block of wood from a nearby workbench. A small knife soon begins whittling away at the small wooden block. David nodded. He was afraid of that. Well without an axe, he couldn't go to work. So if it wouldn't be ready until a few hours, he had time to kill. But he still had the final dreaded question. How much will it be? He asks. I don't have a lot of money, but I can pay part in coin and part in wood for your fire. If that is okay with you. He adds in quickly. Looking up from his carving, Azure replies,"I don't know yet. Depends on how much work it takes to fix it. Don't trouble yourself, David. I always offer reasonable prices. Perhaps you can use the time off to visit that Sara girl I have seen you eying. A pretty lass, that one." Morris cursed thoroughly. Before he could attach Farah's horse shoes, he noticed some had been resting in a little water. His roof decided it would spring a leak, and now it was rusted. He couldn't attach it, so Farah went shoeless, and then the captain noticed and saw fit to point it out with a surprising amount of mockery, whilst subtly threatening to take her." Doesn't the idiot know I'm best to care for her... I'm out of nails and that rust isn't going to come out... I needed to get more shoes anyway. Furthermore, I can let him know, look around the market, and then go hunting. The north section should be fine, just wish I didn't keep loosing my iron club caps..." Borris began his walk into town, a bag flung over his back. David eyes Azure. A small flame of anger was briefly ignited within him, but he extinguished it within a fraction of a second. Azure was young, too young, to know the full details of what had happened over 20 years ago. He was just jesting rather than meaning to be rude. David let it go. A random thought crossed David's mind if Azure were to marry Sara. David would approve. Azure had a good heart and a decent occupation. He shook his head to clear his mind. I'm afraid I'm a rather too old for her tastes. But perhaps you.... David says trailing off and at the same time turning the table on Azure. Have you got your eyes set on any pretty lasses? Perhaps Sara?he asks, a smile appearing on his face. Now it was Azure's turn to feel angry at the question. His good-natured grin melts away and reforms into a cold grimace as bad memories resurface. Setting the block of wood down, he holds up his left hand for David to see. A simple gold ring adorns his ring finger. Azure knew that David could not have known, but it still took an effort not to take offense." I already have a wife." Retrieving his block of wood, Azure focuses his complete attention on getting it to the point where he can slip it over the handle of the sword. Anything to keep him from thinking about Chandra and what might have happened to her. So long as he didn't see the body, there was a sliver of hope. His manner makes it clear that the conversation is at an end. Ah, crap.... David thinks. This was supposed to be an easy light-hearted conversation, not an awkward one. Though in his mind, he should have known. He had heard rumors. Nothing concrete though. He could tell by Azure's manner and focus on work that the conversation was over. He didn't want to leave it like this though. Furthermore, he sets the axe down on a table, knowing Azure will get around to it and turns to leave. As he is leaving, he looks back at Azure. Sorry. Is all he says. There is genuine grief in his voice but no pity. He was sure Azure had enough pity in his lifetime to not need more. He doesn't stay long enough see if Azure looked up from his work or not. Stepping outside he stops. He had no idea what to do with this free time. He didn't want to go back to the inn just yet. After a moment, his feet started towards the market. He wasn't going to buy anything, but it never hurt to look. At this time of the day, most of the market stalls have been set up, although few buyers are there to take avail of them. The merchants are talking and laughing among themselves in between hawking their wares to those inspecting the carts. One spots David before the others, and calls out loudly,"Why, sir, I see you have returned seeking our fine goods! I assure you that my family and I got much use over this past winter from the wood you bartered for that quilt. I don't suppose you wish to make a similar arrangement today?" He smiles winningly, gesturing towards the assortment of bolts of dyed wool, garment samples, and other cloth products that make up his merchandise. Other peddlers, seeing a new target, turn from their conversations and begin shouting about their low prices and unmatched quality. Morris walks through the stalls, a critical eye looking for exactly what he wants. Anyone with a spare set of horseshoes. Basically ignoring everything else as he keeps up polite conversation... Barely.' What's David doing here? His axe must be out... Perhaps I can convince him to go hunting with me after I find some shoes for Farah... I'll probably have to set an order with Azure... Surely there's a horse trader here somewhere!' Borris slowly makes his way throughout the market, his pace slowing as he becomes more frustrated. There is one merchant, a ragged-looking peddler of scrap iron and other junk, who does have a pair of horseshoes on display. He cocks his head as Morris approaches." Ah, Mr. Stable hand. Need something?" One side of his mouth curves up in a sly smile. Morris gives the man a once over, normally he'd avoid the peddler like a hound with rabies on a hunt, but he had horse shoes." Yes I do. Any chance I can give those horseshoes there a once over? My barn's sprung a leak which was just above where I was storing mine." Borris speaks rather carefully, the peddler can probably tell he's annoyed at the shoes getting rusted. The merchant asks." Shoddy work, I tell you. Give a carpenter an inch and he'll take a mile. But I know you have more integrity than that, Mr. Stable hand." He appraises Morris narrowly, then waves his hand." Go ahead." It takes a little bit, but eventually Azure fits the wooden handle to the new blade and binds it in good leather. He looks over the shining new blade, inspecting his latest product. Not my best work, but not bad either. In his mind's eye, he could already see the guard admiring his new blade like a child eyes a new toy. The thought is enough to bring a small smile to his lips. It was almost funny how he made people happy by giving them new weapons. I guess that something about the state of things, now, doesn't it? Turning away from his philosophizing, Azure regards David's axe with a critical eye. I had better get to work on that. David's always behind on money, and what is a woodsman without an axe? Soon the blade is removed from the handle, which had apparently splintered underneath it. How many more swings would it have been before the head went flying off? Heating the blade within the forge and pounding away with his hammer, Azure's mood begins to lighten. Making new things was satisfying, but mending that which was broken always had a therapeutic effect on him. He thought fondly of the time a noble had asked him to repair his family's great sword, and the grateful look he had given afterward. If only everything was as easy to mend as steel... With the axe head done, Azure scrounges around for a new handle. He himself had not made any, but he knew that any blacksmith worth his coal kept some around. When he finally did find them, however, Azure's face twisted in fury. Apparently, the local blacksmith did keep a supply, but he had left them in a barrel outside the smithy. It had rained a couple of days ago and, without protective oil or a lid for cover, much of the wood had gone to rot. The young man kicks over the barrel in a display of temper." Damn it all to Hell, old man!" Breathing heavily, he realizes that he will have to run to the market to get some new wood. Normally, most people just asked David when they needed wood, but that wouldn't work this time, now would it?! Struggling to control his anger, Azure makes for the marketplace. Instead of greeting him like an old friend, the merchants fall respectfully silent when Azure approaches. He's still an unknown to many of the townsfolk, and most of those who do know him fear his temper and unpredictable moods. One of the sellers eventually speaks up." Need something, sir?"she asks, curtsying. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Azure responds,"As it so happens, yes. Does anyone here have a good supply of yew? It would seem that I am currently out of handle wood for my axes, shovels, and all the other tools that I forge. If any of you have anything good, I would be willing to pay well for it." And before you even ask, yes, I have already asked David." The woman who stepped up raises an eyebrow." And he didn't have any? That's a bit odd, I've always known David to have fairly reliable stock. Well, if you don't mind a refurbished handle, I'm sure someone here can provide, and if you wish to craft it yourself then Alexios the carpenter always has a few different kinds of wood. I'm afraid I'll be of no service,"she says, gesturing to the collection of strange toys and knickknacks laid out on her table,"but I hope you find what you're looking for." She smiles with only a moment's hesitation and sits back down behind the display. Chapter II: No Refunds The next morning, Morris wakes up with a splitting headache, the events of the previous evening swimming vaguely in his head in a disjointed blob of color and sound, and someone knocking insistently at his door. Azure, upon waking, is filled with visions of a more sober kind, a mind aflame with visions of the most perfect sword he has ever seen, alight with bitter flame, with chains around the hilt. There's only so much rolling over on a hard wooden floor you can do before you realize a fairly simple fact. There is no comfortable position on a wooden floor.' Why am I on the floor?..' After a moment longer Morris groans out slightly louder than he would normally speak." Come in... If it's locked just hold it..." Slowly he begins the process of prying himself off the floor and applying himself to a wall, hand against it as he walks towards the door, head facing down and away from any windows. Was it... all just a dream? Looking underneath his blacksmithing apron, Azure sees the chain bound to his chest. It takes him a moment to realize that his clothes and the surface he is sleeping on are covered in a light layer of hoarfrost. So, it was real... Azur lays still for a moment, holding his hand out before him. Then he laughs. And laughs. His laughter thunders with promised vengeance and sadistic joy. Searching hastily through the metal stores of the smithy, Azure's eyes finally find their target: a few bars of cold iron, begging to be made into something great. Barely a few minutes after waking, the smith strokes the flame of the forge and soon the banging of his hammer rings out earlier than usual. It is the loudest it has ever been, as Azure seeks to finish his finest creation. A fierce grin is present on his lips as he pounds away at the cowering demon faces. There will be no holding back this time. A man Morris recognizes-Arron Carver-opens the door and slips inside, closing it hastily behind him." Borris, what the hell did you do?"he asks, searching for the bolt to the door. As Azure finishes forging the blade, some time later, he knows it is his greatest creation, both of a combination of personal skill, furious focus, and infernal power. And as he holds it aloft, it bursts into bright flame, and the prospective customer walking into his forge utters an expletive. Morris looks wearily in Arron's direction." Get really, really drunk... I think. Why?" As he beheld the newcomer with his new pupilless yellow orbs, Azure bares his teeth in a shockingly white grin." Sorry, but the smithy is now closed. Good luck finding a replacement." Struck by a peculiar notion, Azure places the blade on his back. The chain on his chest surprises him by twisting and snaking to hold the blade in a rudimentary sheath. Grasping a nearby hanging chain, it swiftly grows all manner of spines, bards, and hooks. Azure drapes the new addition across his torso, forming it into a morbid bandolier. Despite how wicked its barbs are, none of them prick his skin. Stepping past the shaken customer, the new chain devil marches out into the street, heading for the north gate. It's going to be a long walk... but it will be worth it. "Morris, you burned the tavern down,"Arron whispers." I don't know how you did it, but John Galveston was hurt in the conflagration. He's being treated by a healer. She's not sure if he's going to make it. I don't think anyone else saw you-you looked awful strange, sitting there sipping at your drink while flames lapped at your skin. I don't know how-some meddling wizard, maybe. But even if no one else knows, we have to get you out of town while things cool down. I believe you're innocent, Morris, but if anyone else puts two and two together, you're better off away. John was well-liked in this city. I... I liked him too." He wipes at his eyes." I'll need an explanation, but for now I owe you at least this much. Follow me. You can come back for your things later." He steps outside and stops short at the sight of Azure making his way down the street. And Morris feels the faintest trace of a whisper in his muzzy head:Now will you believe me? Few things can bring a man to stone-cold sober at a moments notice... This was one." I burned down a tavern... I couldn't have... Furthermore, I..." Borris lent with his back to the wall, brow furrowed, going through the last day... And then there's the voice."... Fey whispers in a bright forest!" Borris slammed his head back against the wall, then back forward because it was solid wood, holding his head as he continued cursing." There... A fey visited me last night, I thought it was some wizard or some such playing a practical joke... I accepted a gift... I accepted a fey's gift and I don't even remember walking out the bloody door!" Borris immediately goes to open the door." Yes... I got to get out, tell the town wizard, but if you can put two and two together so can the captain once word reaches him, I just need to grab Farah... And my hunting pack... Give me a moment then I'll follow you." Borris immediately heads to the stables without looking back, opening up the barn to get to Farah, who suddenly becomes rather nervous...' Dammit. Whatever you are you're not taking her away as well... I'm going to find you, and then I'm going to... Going to... Dammit.' After a moment he's leading out his horse. Arron looks at Azure and back at Morris." Borris, what in the name of Verna's head is going on? A fey came to see you?? Did he visit our blacksmith as well? What has he burned down?" He laughs, but it is sour and bitter." I'll find the sheriff and keep him occupied for the moment. You concentrate on getting the hell out of here. Send me a letter, when you're safe, and you can come back once things aren't so worrisome. Maybe see if you can get your fey friend Azure out of here too, before the people lynch him. No more death today." With that, he heads off in the opposite direction. "I will. Thank you." Borris turns, leading Farah through the town, trying to look like it was any other day, and trying to think of some sort of excuse should he be waylaid... He was heading through the north gate.... Henderson!.. Old Man Henderson wanted.... Check up on his dog, it's been acting strange, yea... He lived a fair while away, that would do. Morris and Azure meet at the north gate, one wrapped in barbs and links of chain and with a vicious-looking blade slung across his back, the other bleary-eyed and leading a fine horse. As the two of them meet at the northern gate, Azure's vengeful, gleeful focus is broken by the sight of a vaguely familiar figure leading his horse. However, something seems... off about him. Something that Azure didn't particularly like. Still, the man looked in a miserable enough state that there was no need to place more stress on him. Finally, the former blacksmith remembers as he regards the other man."... Borris? Morris Stable hand? You look like you've had a rough morning. Off for a little ride outside?" Morris sounds a little meek when he talks, half moving Farah between himself and Azure..." Yes, I got on the wrong end of a Fey it seems, and I don't think I should be around here at the moment... What happened to you." A fey... The very word instills loathing and disgust in Azure. Still, Morris can hardly be faulted for being a victim of such whimsical creatures. He replies simply,"I made a deal, so my time here is done. I'm heading north to settle an old score." Here Azure hesitates for a slight moment, as if from some inner struggle."... If you're heading out as well, we might as well stick together. I've been hearing things lately about monsters striking from nowhere. It does no good to be alone outside of town." "No it wouldn't... Wait, you made a deal to? What fey would make you look LI-... There could be others." Borris looks over his shoulder towards the town, brow furrowed. Azure's air of camaraderie evaporates after Morris speaks. His face breaks into a snarl and the chains on his body slither and rattle in sympathy with his feelings." You made a deal with a fey?! You're blundering oaf! Never trust the word of the fairy folk! And what do you mean, there could be others?" Morris's face suddenly becomes darker and more sinister as he bites back." And you didn't? Besides, I know that, and I'm fully expecting the captain to come riding up..." Borris shakes his head, which immediately returns to normal." Well. I made a deal. You made a deal. Who knows how many other poor fools did." As Azure glances back at the rest of the town, Morris's words finally click. Other deals... things are being set in motion, all right. But if fey and devils have already visited mortals, then that must mean... Looking back to Morris, Azure says,"We need to get moving. If other deals have been going on in this village, it won't take long before things start to fall apart. But before we head out, let's make a deal: I will keep your bargain secret if you agree to do the same for me." Azur extends his hand out to Morris to shake. For a moment Morris stares at Azure... He'd always been the sort to keep his deals, and he doubted whatever bargain he made changed that. Borris took Azure's hand and shook it hard." We have an accord... I would like to know what you bargained with though, because it doesn't look like a fey 'blessing'." Borris looks to Farah." I would stay to help, but perhaps leaving would be safer... Farah can carry two though the saddle will be tight." With that Morris turns to Farah, mounting quickly. For a moment, Azure is surprised by the offer. Most people he had met over the years would not have shared a mount. Accepting Morris's hand up and stepping up, the former blacksmith settles in behind Morris." A devil came to me in my dreams and offered me a chance to find the demons that killed my family. He has no love for demons either. Once I find the monsters, I will scourge their filthy hides before I send them screaming back to the outer realms. But that is a long way north..." Morris nods slowly as he guides Farah to a trot." Well then. If you think you can add a fey to the list I'm sure we can work together for a long while..." The pair travel for a few days, camping in the woods under trees that shield them from the wind and the rain. Through a combination of what little food they brought with them and what nature provides, they manage to, if not thrive exactly, at least survive. On the evening of the fourth day, shortly after Morris and Azure have settled by a creek, they notice a disturbance in the water, a green flash beneath the surface. An instant later, a creature rises, shedding water like a glimmering cloak. She stands about two feet tall, with pale green scales and hair the color of moss down her back. She wears a gown made out of woven kelp, shells, and strands of pearls, and her eyes are of untarnished silver." Good evening,"she says, in a musical voice that nevertheless has a trace of an unsettling buzz behind it. Morris' eyes open wide, he almost stands back from where he's seated putting flint to steel above wood as nighttime comes. Farah however doesn't restrain herself, pulling against her rope which is tide around a tree. One thing the duo has noticed, is that unless he controls it, whatever 'blessing' the fey bestowed upon Morris seems to have allowed him to shape ****, causing his whole body to change rather than for him to show more common expressions [much to his everlasting disgust/concern and attempts to control], right now he has shrunk somewhat, his eyes widening, then his body returns to normal size but with skin the color of brown wood and a hidden face, then back to normal, with his version of a poker face which isn't so good. Slowly he brings himself to his knees facing the... woman thing." Good eve my lady, I had no clue you settled here." "I don't,"she says." I come as emissary. My lord wishes to convey this message." She clears her throat." Do you believe me now?" She smiles, the almost predatory curve of her lips offsetting the beauty of her appearance." I am authorized to bring a return message if you wish." Azure sits off to the side, staying silent as he absorbs this new information. The fey's presence, however, is enough to set his chains slithering and his yellow eyes blazing with restrained bloodlust. "I have a message. No, I believe I'm a wizard who's just spent years dedicated to learning his powers, and would like to thank you for your tutelage at a later date." To say his words drip with sarcasm and anger is only not true because the two aren't physical substances. Meanwhile, Morris has taken to glaring at the women while he stands up rather ridged. The fey looks slightly puzzled." As you wish,"she says, bowing and taking a step back into the river." I don't think my master will believe it, but if that is the message you wish for me to carry I will do so." "Should he not believe in the existence of human anger or sarcasm, then he is more a gnome than a fey... I have given you the message I desire." Borris stares at the fey. Spoiler: Assuming she leaves Hide After the Fey disperses Morris begins packing up camp. "I know you don't mind because you suddenly don't need to sleep, but I think I'd like to rest somewhere less likely for fey to... They're natures spirits... F***! I bet those of hell had a laugh good enough to interrupt their torturing of the damned." Morris stops, and then re-breaks camp. "I doubt I'll be able to sleep easy tonight..." The fey curtsies without further comment and executes a graceful dive into the brook, causing not even a ripple. Azure regards Morris with new respect as his chains settle from the fey's appearance." I begin to think that entering the forest may not have been the wisest idea, given how things are. Perhaps it would be better if we make for the mountains. I know not of any fey who enjoy bare stone." "I didn't think they liked coming into towns either, and I have a feeling there might be some sort of stone fey..." Borris sighs." But it's what I was thinking anyway... Yea we'll move on a little bit more before we break camp... On foot though, I don't want to be straining Farah too much." He begins packing up camp. Spoiler Hide Random encounter: (1d20)[11] 15 or higher means an encounter happens. The duo travel for several more days without further interference, changing course slightly and heading more through the mountains. Quickly a routine is established of riding all day then breaking camp, hunting for food and sleeping, wondering each night if another visitor will come. About a week after leaving Elbe, they reach the outskirts of Sandra, where the forest clinging to the mountainsides parts and reveals a massive wall with spires and roofs visible above it. Two armed guards stand in front of the gate, and several more patrols along the top of the wall. Morris slows Farah eventually bringing her to a halt, he then looks back at Azure... Then forward... After a moment he nods a couple of times. Then feels around at his side before nodding again." Yes. I knew I brought my coin purse... HHH. I have a feeling your new... Form won't be so welcome if you show off the chains and everything, can you hide them?" While Azure is loath to hide his gifts, he can see the rationale behind Morris's words. Closing his eyes and concentrating, he breathes out slowly. The chains sheathing his great sword and wrapped around his torso rearrange themselves, hiding beneath the apron and clothing that Azure has worn since the beginning of their exodus. If one were to look at him, they would assume that the former blacksmith had put on a bit of weight. Azure bends down to grasp his fallen great sword and lean it over his shoulder, regarding Morris with his pupils yellow eyes." Is this better?" Morris slowly nods."... Yea. However, try not to look into anyone's eyes... And think of a good story for your eyes... I don't know, jaundice, family curse, a member of the family tree you never say the name of many generations ago... I don't know. Should we dismount on approach? Bah, we'll be asked." Borris slowly brings Farah to a trot towards the gate, thinking up a story for why their travelling should they be asked...' Ah... Given gifts that we're... Transporting. Unfortunately there was a fire, but we're taking what we can... That'll do." At first Azure is offended at the idea of lying to the guards, but upon hearing Morris's words, he realizes that the story is actually the truth. Not the straightforward truth, but truth nonetheless. A genuine smile curls his lips, the first time in a long while." I like it. As for the eyes... I will say it is due to an excess of bile." Oh yes, Azure was having more fun with wordplay now than he ever had before. Huh, it seems the truth is more flexible than I thought. The guards stand ramrod straight with their backs to the gate and their hands on the hilts of their weapons." You are about to enter the city of Sandra,"one begins." Before you are allowed entry you must submit to a thorough search and-who the hell are you, sir?" Seeing Azure's eyes, the guard takes an involuntary half step backwards and pulls his blade halfway out of the sheath. Keeping calm on the back of Farah, Azure coolly replies,"I am Azure, a blacksmith by trade and a novice hunter. My companion and I are traveling north. We only wish to stay the night." "What manner of being are you, to have eyes so unnatural? Witches are allowed no respite within these walls." The guard is tense, eyes flickering around, but makes no move to draw his sword the rest of the way. "I am no witch!" Only the threat of being turned away, or worse, attracting undue attention, is enough to keep his chains from rattling in anger. After glaring at the guardsmen, Azure closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. An idea struck him, a slight alteration to the story that he and Morris had agreed upon earlier." These eyes are the result of a demonic incursion on my village years ago. My parents were slaughtered, my wife and unborn child abducted, and I was left as... this." He points toward his face, letting the pain and rage he had bottled up within him for years to finally show itself." Cursed. Changed. Sometimes, I wonder if it would have been better if the demons had killed me as well... Is that enough to satisfy you? Or shall I have to show you the scars that those bastards left on me?" The poignant melancholy of his voice is broken at the end by indignant defiance. The man hesitates." How can we be sure that you mean us no ill will? That this demon had not enslaved you as well as scarred you? It is a great risk that we take in letting you through... if you merely wish to travel in this direction, could you not go around the city?" "How can you be sure of anyone who comes through these gates? I have nothing to give other than my word. As for enslavement, however..." A low, icy chuckle escapes his lips." If I was enslaved by a demon, I would know already. I am not under the control of any demon. We have been traveling through the forest south of here for several days now. I wish to keep going, but my friend and his horse are in need of rest. We also need to resupply before we head north. Isn't that right, Morris? Oh, and by the way, I feel that you should know... the city guard would do better to equip themselves with cold iron in the near future. The FAE in the forest are growing restless. Something big event is coming, although I do not know what." As Azure looks at the guard, his eyes focus on the weapon at the man's hip." Let me see that sword. I won't be using it to stab anyone; I just wish to take a look. Your friend may cover me with his weapon, if he wishes." "You're... you're, ah, not doing any better to convince us you're safe to let in the walls with the crazy act,"the guard says, putting his hand protectively on his sword." And why in all the tells do you want to see my sword? How do I know you won't do something to it?" Azure sighs, exasperated at the nervous guard." I'm a blacksmith, remember? I make weapons for a living. All I want to do is see how good your blacksmith here is. The blacksmith in the last town that I was in was either a fraud or an idiot. I'm not lying when I say that I could break his blades by snapping them over my knee. I want to see if yours is any better." He dismounts from Farah and begins walking forward, only to remember that walking toward these guards with a weapon in hand would not be a good idea. Slowly, Azure plants his great sword into the dirt beside him and walks toward the guard, stopping outside of sword range. He holds his hand out, waiting for the guard to give him the sword. As Azure stands there, his previous words come back to haunt him, and he curses." Look, I won't break your sword, all right? I just want to see if it is tempered properly. And why don't either of you have any spears? Do they just not care if you are properly equipped or not?" Morris looks at Azure concerned." How about you ask a guards barracks once you're inside Azure... However, my friend's right about the fey. We got a peaceful visit a night or so ago, but you can never be sure with fey." Borris likewise dismounts, but he stays with Farah. "Your friend is wise,"the guard says, making no motion to give Azure his sword." Ask someone inside the walls. Which you will be permitted to enter, provided you submit to a full search and weapon peace-bonding." He gestures towards Azure's great sword, ignoring the comment about the fey. Sighing, Azure let his arm fall." Very well, then." He turns away and picks up his great sword, leaning it over his shoulder. As realization strikes him, Azure turns back to the guard. Embarrassment is written on his face." Um... I don't suppose you have any spare sheaths? In my hurry, I forgot to get a proper sheath for this new sword." Turning the weapon so that he grasps it by the blade, he approaches the guard and extends the weapon to him hilt-first." If you still do not trust me, you may peace-bind it as you wish. But..." Azur says warning,"I want it back." "I don't, no, but I'm sure you can purchase or trade for one in the city,"the guardsman says, touching Azure's sword carefully. It gleams dully for a moment before fading." Go on in." The gates swing open, revealing a long street filled with stone buildings, most uniformly square. Above each hangs a sign with the emblem of a trade emblazoned on it- this would appear to be the mercantile section of the city. Past the initial mass of buildings squabbling to be closest to the gate, the structures are more spaced out and more have elaborations on the base structure: painted walls or even a mural here and there, gold filigree along the windows, different types of roofs, and so on. A few carriages clatter farther in the distance, and peddlers with wagons hitched to mules or horses have set up shop. As a contrast to the shouting of the market in Elbe, most of the merchants here seem relaxed, either taking a break because of the slow influx of travelers or because they feel their wares stand on their own. Morris sighs with relief one their in." As much as I could use a drink and a nice soft bed, I think the first thing we do is get you a sheath and plan what we're going to do now that we're safe... well, safer, at least... Of course, planning over something light would work." Borris proceeds to look for a merchant selling sheaths in order to point it out to Azure. Azure knows that Morris is tired and probably wants to take care of Farah. As much as he is tempted to tell Morris to go ahead to the stables or tavern, something about the idea of splitting up in this new city seems ill-advised. Instead, he walks alongside Morris, scanning the streets for a weapon-dealer or someone of a similar ilk. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can sit on something other than rocks for a while. One store has a sign swinging above the door with a sword and bow crossed, the paint chipped and peeling. Beneath it, a merchant who looks equally aged peers out with hope in his eyes." Hello?"he asks. Walking up to the door, Azure asks,"Are you the smith? I need a sheath to peace-bind my sword while I am within the city walls." "A sheath you say? You have a weapon already?" He peers out with murky eyes." Yes, I think I have something that will fit for that. I'd ask only the meager price of a half-gold unless you wish to make it a combat scabbard or some such. May I see the weapon?" "... I'm sorry to say that I have no money to give you. However, perhaps I can aid you in some other way. I am a smith as well, far from my forge that I may be. A combat scabbard? I am not familiar with such a thing. You intrigue me, however. What purpose would it serve? A club? A makeshift shield?" Azur's hurry has transformed into mild curiosity as he finally meets a smith who knows something that he doesn't. He gently hands over the great sword to the old man. Morris raises an eyebrow." You didn't bring coin? Give me a sec." Borris begins sorting through his coin purse, eventually getting the desired money for the purchase. "A combat scabbard? Ah, it's just our name for a scabbard that has a blade at its outer edge. If you use it in the city you have to have it peace bound separately, though. Costs an extra ten silver." He looks hopeful at the prospect of a sale, eyeing the coins Morris sorts through. Azure's eagerness sours at the prospect of such a redundant item. He answers in a cold voice,"That will be all, thank you. Just get me my sheath and I will be on my way." Turning to regard Morris, he says,"I guess I owe you a favor, now." "It might have been hard ground, but I got long nights sleep with you keeping watch. Consider it repayment... Besides, I have a feeling we're both going to need to help each other out allot, and I'd rather not keep track of favors owed." Borris hands over the coin in a combination of copper and silver. The shopkeeper looks disappointed but accepts the coin, vanishing into the darkness and returning a few moments later with a large leather sheath." This should fit. Come back if you need anything else!"he adds. Sliding his great sword into the new leather sheath, Azure ties the weapon firmly across the hilt to peace-bind it. The newly housed weapon is soon slung over his shoulder, the strap crossing diagonally over his torso. Checking to see that his sword is secured, Azure looks back to Morris." That's me all taken care of, then. Now, let's get you and Farah all settled. I have a feeling the mountains will not be easy going. Lead on." "Yes. Making sure we have a bed for the night and a proper stable. Then we can sit somewhere, hopefully with a drink, and decide on exactly how we're going to proceed." Borris will begin to look for an inn. The closest tavern is named the Golden Dream, with piles of glittering coins painted on its sign. Contrary to the slow pace of the other businesses near the front gate, it is positively bustling, and the clatter of plates and sounds of conversation drift out from its open front door. Another sign hanging just above the entrance advertises, 'Rooms Available!' Morris will take a quick look around for other Inns that don't look like they're waiting to charge him his soul [he might have already lost that] and will ask around for a cheap inn. However, wherever he ends up [inevitably there] Morris will look to find whoever it is that manages stabling and rooms, asking Azure to hold Farah outside. Morris finds a number of other taverns like the Golden Dream, all of which seem to have oddly stereotypical names. The Drake's Wing, the Silver Guardian, the Alcoholic's Paradise. Eventually, comparing prices and likelihood of being thanked in the night, they end up at the Guided Mirror, where Morris quickly find a dumpy man by the stables who seem to be acting as hostler." What do you need, son?"he asks with a friendly, open demeanor. "A room, maybe two, and a stall for Farah." Borris smiles as he speaks. "Well, we can certainly do that." The man's leathery, wrinkled face splits into a deeper grin." How 'bout you just leave your horse-what a beauty, it'll be an honor to take care of her-with me, and you can arrange for rooms inside." He reaches out for Farah's reins. "The price for a night?" Borris takes a moment to scrutinize the man's face, for some reason something seems off. Spoiler: Sense Motive Hide [roll]1d20[roll] "Three silver per stable, that includes care and feeding. Inside, it's two gold for a room." He maintains his good-natured expression, but drops his hand from the reins. After a moment, Morris slowly nods. Then shrugs, holding the reins out to him." Perhaps I might procure some floorboards instead. Judging by what you said I pay inside?" If yes, Morris will reach around in his pockets and pay him a silver before heading in. "You can just pay me if you prefer,"the man says, still smiling." But yeah, you can take of both fees in the tavern proper." Morris hands the man the coin, before going in to find the inn-keeper. The hostler takes the coin and bites it before stowing it in a pouch and leading Farah to a clean stable. Inside, the tavern-keeper has to be shouted to be overheard over the conversation, songs, and general rowdiness-there seems to be a small, good-natured bar fight in one corner of the room- but as soon as Morris and Azure enter he calls out,"What do you need, gentlemen? Room, food, drink, or all three?" "A cheap room, and a drink with kick barely stronger than water, if you can bring yourself to serve such." Borris smiles at the last part. "We'll try,"the barkeep laughs." You want an actual room then, not just a space in front of the fire? That'll be two gold, and another silver for the drinks." He serves up two slopping mugs of watered ale. "Just a place by the fire will be fine." Borris reaches into his coin pouch, starting to grab silvers based on size. "Three silver per spot if you provide your own blanket and pillow, five silver per if you don't." Doing some quick math Morris hands over 7 silver [once checking that's what he actually got out]." Thanks... Well then." Borris grabs the ales, with his head motioning Azure to a table which he begins walking towards, setting the ales down."... So... Do we have a plan from here? Or were you just thinking go walk about and kill some demons?" Borris keeps his voice low as he speaks, looking into his ale... Half unsure if he'll actually drink it. Grabbing one of the ale mugs, the disguised devil takes a sip before grimacing in distaste and setting the drink down. He leans forward and quietly says,"As much as the idea of going on a demon-slaying rampage warms my heart, I've been doing some thinking over the past few days. Apparently, they have secured themselves a fortress up north, and it would be suicide to just go marching up to the gates. First, I need to find out where exactly this fort is and how I could get in. Anything else would require a small army. Speaking of plans, we need to start thinking of ways to keep the FAE off our backs. I don't know what you promised That One, but he seems oddly focused for one of the fairy folk. If I can get my hands on some cold iron, I could make you a weapon or two in case we need to defend ourselves." Azur pauses as he considers his words." And not just from the FAE... Demons, devils, FAE... I wasn't lying to the guard when I said something big is going on. The walls that separate the Realms are slowly fading away. What could cause such a thing?" Morris's eyes widen a bit." You're asking a woodsman, I mean, I know a fair bit, and I'll definitely think on it before turning over, but the planes aren't exactly my area of expertise... I mean... I've read a bit and I know that people aren't supposed to just get offered bargains, and without some means of breaching they couldn't... But Fey and Devil's aren't exactly on the same page, so it'd have to be pretty broad." Borris thinks a moment before shaking his head." Unfortunately I... Got offered a rather undefined favor for a favor. Don't ask me how he talked me into it, I don't know... However, I meant different things about planning. Sure, we want to scout things out, make proper weapons, but right now I could pay for a floor for 20 nights and leave you for the cold, surviving buying trail rations. After that my coins gone, and we need coin. Sure, we could hire on as laborers but for how much? And I know it's not what you're looking to do.... Hell, this is the point where most bards would have us become adventurers... I mean, we could. There's the Dragons-whatchumacallit, and there are a couple of others..." Spoiler: K[Any Hide] With jack of all trades, Morris's knowledge rolls are trained. Morris will be taking 20 on them as to the question Azure posed sometime tonight. End results are 22's with lots of potential herring space given the 'failures' the get saddled with for taking 20. Also, I will be changing over my sheet to Warlock instead of Commoner today, unless I get hit by something, I really should have done this sooner. Not exactly comforted by the stable hand's words, Azure stands and walks over to the barkeep. Leaning on the counter, he asks,"Is there anything like a bounty board or something in this town? Something for sword-swingers to acquire coin?" "I don't keep up to date on the specifics, being happy with my own occupation, but I know that there is one,"the barkeep says, mixing a drink,"It's posted in their guild hall. They also have a steady stream of people looking for protection on various journeys, but I don't believe they put up that kind of job on the board. Not heroic enough, I suppose. Too mercenary." A wicked smile appears on Azure's face." Paid protection over a long journey? Sound perfect to me. Where could I find this guild hall?" If they're heading north, that would be ideal... The barkeep shrugs." Towards the center of town. It's not difficult to find, what with their embellished sign and the lyrical bellowing of drunken adventurers and all. I think maybe today they're having a bicep size competition. Adventurers will be adventurers, I suppose. Most of the actual business is conducted in the upper floors, where it's a little more private." "Thank you." Nodding to the barkeep, Azure moves back over to Morris's table. His yellow eyes look bright and excited for the first time in a while." He says that the adventurer's guild is located in the center of town. You get some rest, Morris, while I go see if they are currently in need of arms." Putting words to action, Azure marches out the door and begins making his way to the center of town, looking for the drunken group of dungeon-knockers. Morris nods slowly, taking another slow drink of his beer... Eventually he settles into staring at it, sighing. It's been a long few days. The "drunken group of dungeon-knockers" is as easy to find as the barkeep promised, their emblem a large sign inscribed with a crossed sword and goblet. Inside, a rowdy group of adventurers male and female, clothed in a variety of arcane robes, leather armor, priestly garments, and heavy plate mail argue, drink, and fight (although in a friendly fashion). Taking up one whole corner of the room is a large board covered in flyers and notes, ranging from job opportunities to IOUs to the incoherent scrawls of people who've seen a bit too much. Stairs wrap around either side of the chamber, leading to a balcony from which a few people watch the ruckus with amused expressions, and more rooms. Not wishing to get caught up in this unorganized sprawl, Azure makes straight for the board in the corner and examines it, hoping to see something worthwhile. Azure quickly realizes that few of the papers actually describe job opportunities for adventurers, and the few that do all detail dungeons or ruins that need to be explored, or more rarely problems such as the occasional hobgoblin war camp that have been plaguing Sandra or the nearby regions. All of them seem fairly open-ended and without time constraints, and none of them seem to detail protection jobs. Hamm... the one with the wizard's lab doesn't seem too bad. Still, perhaps I should ask around. Turning from the board, Azure awkwardly taps the nearest person on the shoulder. It has been a while since he has had to politely ask someone for something." Excuse me, but who do I speak to about jobs that aren't on the board?" "Aye, well, most of the time people talk to Word, the guild master, and he either recommends specific agents or he puts the job up for public consideration,"the large man shouts back." Either way, he'd know whatever's going on right now. He might be in his office on the upper floors right now if you hurry." The man turns from Azure and reenters the fray. Taking the man's words to heart, Azure heads up the stairs and looks for the guild master's office. Once he finds it, he steps inside and stands before Word's desk, asking,"Are you Word? I hear that you're the man to talk to about mercenary work. Are there any jobs that aren't posted on the board?" Word is a thin man with red hair wearing a fine gray suit, considering a few papers strewn about on his desk as Azure walks in." I suppose there must inevitably be,"he replies, looking up." Space on the boards is limited. Why, are you looking for work? I don't recognize you..." Azure offers a simple bow before continuing." My name is Azure. My friend, Morris, and I are looking for work so that we might not have to sleep on floors. I don't suppose there are any other jobs available? I wish to consider my options carefully before committing. ... Also, tell whoever it was that offered an art piece for a month's watch duty that I hope he is joking." "I believe there were some limitations on that offer that may not have been mentioned,"Word smiles,"and they have a source that warned them about a specific possible attempt. However, I share your reservations. Art should be priceless, else how is it art? Still, I am sure I can find a job for you and your mysterious companion who won't show his face here in my office. Provided you prove your worth beforehand, of course." The implied insult is enough for Azure to drop his politeness. He leans forward on the man's desk, yellow eyes glowering into his face." Borris is at an inn, seeing to it that his precious horse, Farah, is well cared for. He is no coward, and neither am I. I will be more than happy to show you,"he answers darkly. "Oh my. I am terrified. See how very terrified I am,"the man answers with a deadpan." Word of advice: if you want a job, threatening your potential employer is not the best way to get the one you want. Yes, bring your friend back here. We'll talk then." The man's snark rankles Azure, who exits the guild hall and makes his way back to the inn. He looks for Morris to see if the man is still in the inn. Spoiler: If he is Hide Azure walks up and says, "I might have found us a way to make some coin. Finish that ale and come with me." Spoiler: If he isn't Hide Surprised at Morris's absence, Azure strolls over to the barkeep. "Have you seen my friend? He was here not too long ago." Morris looks up from the last of his Ale, and upon recognizing Azure stands up, moving towards him." Let's settle with the latter." "Back again, I see,"Word says calmly when Azure and Morris enter his office." This time with your elusive friend. Well, good. I understand you want a job, yes? I'm inclined to let you have one. But first you would have to prove to me somehow that you're not intending to backstab myself or my company at the first opportunity, or accidentally or intentionally smear our impeccable reputation. Do you have suggestions?" In Azure's mind, it is clear that they are at a crossroads. An inability to satisfy this man would result in them walking out with nothing. Morris's words from earlier ring in his mind. I may not need to eat or sleep, but he does. And if I'm going to take those demons down, I will need help. Reluctantly, as though he was about to tear his own finger off, Azure reaches for his left hand. His right hand trembles a little as he slips the gold ring off of his finger and holds it in the palm of his hand before Word." This is the ring that I forged when I proposed to my wife. It's all I have left to remember her by, and I would rather freeze in Hell before parting with it. You want trust? Here is your trust. But when the job is done, I want it back." The blacksmith's unblinking eyes gaze into Word's face, waiting for his response. Morris stares at the man a moment before shrugging." My word is as it stands, those who would renew on a bargain opened fairly deserve their punishment, and I'd rather not piss you off, all said and done." Word closes his fingers around the ring." Good enough,"he says softly, before his gaze sharpens on Morris." I don't trust you. But it hears him will have to be good enough." He turns, his back to the pair, and they hear him unlocking a drawer and placing the ring in it before turning the key again." It will be safe. My desk is locked in more ways than one." He clears his throat. So, you want a job. I won't let you displace any of the proper guild members, but we can find a place for you. I need your name, age, race,"he looks pointedly at Azure's yellow eyes,"occupation, and skill set." "Morris Stable hand. 20. Human. Militia Member, Animal Raiser and Trainer, Handyman. I'm good on a horse." Borris recites the requested information. Spoiler: IOC Hide Sorry for delay, this was lost in the tabs. "Good enough. And you?" His eyes fix on Azure, clearly more interested in what the blacksmith has to say. "Name: Azure Age: 16 Race..." Here, Azure is stuck. After the bargain, he has no idea whether he is still human with inhuman powers or something else entirely. As much as he doesn't want to say the whole truth, the thought of lying to the man rankles him. After a moment's thought, he gives the most honest and non-committal answer he can think of:"Race: Unknown Occupation: Blacksmith and Demon Hunter Skills: Weapon mastery, Proficiency in multiple languages" "Sixteen?" The man raises his eyebrows." You don't look it." His interest is quickly subsumed, however, in the curiosity that plays on his face after 'Race: Unknown'." What do you mean?"he demands." What, you don't know your own species? Was your father a shape-shifter? Your brother a half-elf? You get all kinds in here looking for work, but I've never had someone who doesn't even know what to call himself. And yet, it's too ridiculous to be a lie. So go on, Master Azure, explain yourself." Reluctantly, Azure responds,"I was once a normal human. Long ago, my village was attacked by demons. A curse was laid upon me. A few weeks ago, I slept through a feverish dream with a smiling, shadowy figure. I woke up the next morning as... this." His hands widen to encompass himself." My sheets were covered in hoarfrost, and I had changed." Flicking a hand to the side, a concealed length of chain extends. Azure's wrist flicks and the chain coils around his torso. Looking the guild master in the eye, he states simply,"I don't know what I am anymore." "Well. That is... quite something. Several of our members have similar stories, but I believe none have received similar, ah, changes as a result. Demon hunter, you said? I can see why. Well, I shall have to ruminate on what jobs would be suitable for men of your particular talents. How should I let you know if there's a new opportunity?" H is smile reappears on his face; if he's been shaken by Azure's story he's not showing it. Morris speaks up." We currently reside at "The Gilded Mirror", an inn nearby." "Noted. I shall contact the innkeeper when I have a job lined up for you. If you change residence, be sure to let me know. Until then, it sounds like we're done here?" He stands up, despite the fact that he's not going anywhere. Azure nods." Yes, we are." He turns and exits the door. Morris nods." I'll be sure to. Thank you for your time and assistance." Borris leaves with Azure, catching up." Perhaps adding less sandpaper to your speech will do you good... In the meantime, I need to sleep, so we can discuss interesting jobs in the morning, and perhaps grab a couple of people to work with..."---In the morning, after sleeping, Morris will express interest in taking the job at the wizards tower if so told. Should days come to pass, Morris will work to make what money he can, which while skilled probably won't be much. About a week later, the innkeeper calls Morris and Azure over as they descend the stairs for breakfast." Jord says you're working for the guild now,"he says, surveying the pair with renewed interest." Tells me he's got a job perfect for you. Told me to ask you, Azure, whether you've ever dealt with, ah, visitors to the Material of another kind." It was a hard week for Morris, he had apprenticed before, yes, but he wasn't used to ban an apprentice, or working so long hours... At least when he was shaping wood in the tavern it was relaxing, and having some coin, in addition to the happy looks from some when he got the chance to sell a wooden toy or the like does help. And coming down early [with Azure 'forced' to come along so they can talk] to eat his morning meal, Morris half smiles at the sound of a job." That does indeed sound like something very interesting... Breakfast sounds more interesting for me though. I have a feeling you've already got my usual ready, any chance you have something I could take it in and would trust me with a fork?" A week's delay does Azure a surprising amount of good. Having a chance to pummel out frustration at the forge while putting silver in his pocket actually raises his spirits. Before the week is out, a brand new great axe is handed to the local smith. Images of demon heads flying come to mind as the weapon is exchanged. Coming down to eat breakfast with Morris, his good mood is ruined by the barkeep's question. He growls slightly. Relax. He doesn't know. He's just doing what he was told. Don't flay the messenger. His reply still carries more bite than he intended." Jord knows very well that I have. Get to the point." "Well, I'm only the messenger. It seems Word didn't see fit to entrust me with the specific details, but he wanted both of you in his office, as soon as was convenient. I've got it a bite ready for you already, Morris." He hands the stable hand a crudely carved wooden bowl." Better not risk irritating the guild master, this early in the morning." Morris takes his bowl and spoon with a nod [and quickly passed over coin, paying the amount he normally does for a day in advance, just in case], before heading off to the guild master. Word is leaning back in his chair when the pair enters his office." Good morning, and don't you both look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I hope your stay here in town has been enjoyable. However, although I hate to break up your vacation, we have work for you to do. It's not demons, but hopefully your expertise will be useful enough. I suppose, in order for me to avoid giving redundant information, first you should let me know whether either of you have heard of the creatures known as refits." Azure shakes his head slowly."... No. I have never heard of refits. What are they?" "Refits are, well, elementals I suppose. They look like little imps, twisted creatures with elemental heritage that manifests in a number of ways. They all have wings, and usually horns as well. Each one also possesses a unique breath weapon, or so I'm told. Well, I don't know how or why they got here, but there are four or five of them currently in the town. They've been fighting among themselves, stealing from citizens, and generally making a nuisance of themselves, and certain people are willing to pay good coin to make sure this is stopped. Since most of my men are firmly grounded in the material and have little experience outside of it, I thought I'd give you two a chance to prove your worth. And if you're killed, your corpses can be disposed of with relatively little effort, so it's a win-win. We'll say for each refit head you bring me I'll pay you... let's say two hundred fifties. Fair enough?" "250 each per head, or 250 per head?" He's not that good at bargaining, but Morris knows how to start a slight one... But in either case, that deal is... Well... Huge... Nearly mind-boggling for Morris. Spoiler Hide I'm happy to time skip... And would be interested if we could hire an additional spear. "250 for you to share. I'm not going to bankrupt myself over vermin control. Now then, assuming that is acceptable, the next time I see you two I expect you to be holding refit heads." He shuffles the papers on his desk and turns his attention away, the audience clearly over. Spoiler Hide Sure, where are you going? Morris nods, turning and walking out. When Azure's next to him, he'll start talking plans. The city has a few watch houses, though more than one of them have grown dilapidated with time and the otherwise occupied attentions of the watchmen. The one nearest the adventurer's guild, fortunately, is not so. A small, unassuming brick building nestled among far more impressive architecture, it nonetheless manages to hold its own. It has no sign over the door. The man behind the desk looks up from jotting down something as the pair enter." Yes? Do you have a problem to report?"he asks. There appear to be circles under his eyes, but his voice is nevertheless firm and reassuring. "Have you been having trouble with elemental spirits lately? Word sent us." "Yes, I suppose that's true. Damned tricky things and hard to kill, so they believe they can do whatever they like without fear of consequence. You're from the adventurers' guild, eh? Going to take care of them for us?" "Yes, but I do have one question." Azur's eyes bore intensely at the watchman." Have they killed anyone?" The watchman hesitates." I'm not sure. There has been some very extensive property damage, several homes burned down. There have been numerous reports of injuries as well. The pyromaniac seems to be the most aggressive by far, and several of his victims have ended up with severe burns and scarring. There were a few cases of frostbite when people came near the area claimed by the ice refit, and at least one man may never walk again. The others-three, I believe-they haven't been seen as much, but there was a case with a child almost drowning a few days ago. They are reckless vandals with no respect for human safety and no concept of ownership, but to my knowledge they have stopped short of taking a life. I still, however, believe they should be stamped out with all force necessary, and were the guard properly equipped to handle them I assure you they already would be." He is scowling by the time he finishes the speech." Have I answered your question satisfactorily?" Azure nods." Yes. I was merely gauging the best way to... deal with these things. Make sure the punishments are fitting. Where was the last sighting?" "I'd recommend you deal with the arsonist first, because he's the most likely to hurt other people in the time it takes you to get to him. I can't say for certain where he is, but the last report we had of his presence was the night before last, when he burned down the dwarf Abrasion's foundry." Morris slowly nods." Well then. We'll head out that way and see what we can find..." Borris had done some... small practice in his downtime, trying to figure out what he could do, and he knew that at the least he could through bolts of magic, which'd help. Don't worry, sir. We'll hunt down this spawn of chaos." Spoiler: IOC Hide Fast forward to the foundry? The foundry isn't difficult to find, as you have to merely ask directions to the large heap of ash. Abrasion isn't that difficult to find, either. He's staying with one of his neighbors whose tailor's shop was merely scorched by the conflagration, although to achieve this was required a distance of several buildings between them and Abrasion's foundry. They seem pleased to meet anyone who might be able to stop this menace, and Abrasion himself is all too happy to vent." The damn creature,"he grouses." Threatened me in my own shop, wanted to use my forge. Not sure why. I said no, of course, told the little devil I wanted him out of my shop unless he was going to buy something. Next thing I know he's gone and there's a hole burned through my floor, and then the flames catch... I'm lucky I got out alive, I suppose, but I don't know if it's possible to rebuild everything from scratch..." He picks up a lump of molten slag and looks at it morosely." If there's anything I can do to help catch that bastard, though, I'm your dwarf." "Well. Do you know where the next nearest forge is? In case the blighter should be thinking to keep trying to make... Whatever it is he wants to." "Nearest forge would be Master Darwinian's, about a ten-minute walk from here. He mostly does delicate work; filigree, gilding, that sort of thing. You think he's looking to make something?" Ambarsson squeezes the lump of metal in his hand, brows furrowed. "Well he did say he wanted to use your forge... But then, I'm not him... What about the nearest one that does similar work to you.? Mostly given Master Darwinian seems to still have a forge by the lack of a fire about 10 minutes away and what you said." Spoiler: Knowledge Check Hide If possible, what would a Fire Refit want with a forge? (1d20+6)[18] "Well, my cousin does similar work. He's named Agar. I do weapons, he does armor. Other than the two of us and Darwinian, I'm not sure if there's another smith in the city. Well, I suppose there are jewelers and alchemists that might have crucibles or something, and there are a few potters with ovens, but I can't imagine the refit would go someplace like that first if he's trying to make something." Spoiler Hide Well, it could heal itself with one, or it might be trying to forge something. More specific, you can't say. Morris slowly nods."... Can I get directions as to Gears? I think we'll check there next."----After leaving Abrasion's ruined forge [And thanking him for his time] Morris speaks to Azure simply." The Refit may be looking to heal himself instead of make something, so he'd need lots of heat. Maybe natural, maybe not, so where other than forges would you think to be kept really hot?" Abrasion happily provides directions to Agar's, and says to mention that Abrasion said these two could be trusted. The building described, however, has a thick padlock over the door and a sign that states in emphatic letters that the forge is closed. Spoiler Hide You can continue the conversation, I just wanted to let you know what would happen when you got there. Azure has to think hard before answering."... What about a bakery? They would always have the ovens running. Or perhaps it needs hotter flames and is seeking out magical fire from a wizard?" When the two of them reach the locked door, Azure is instantly on edge." Either someone is paranoid, or we are closer than we thought." Raising his fist, he pounds on the door." Open up! Abrasion sent us here!" The door remains firmly shut, but a window about ten feet above it creaks open to allow just a crack, and a voice shouts,"Sorry, not taking any orders right now. Come back tomorrow, please." "This isn't about any orders! You're afraid of the elementals running around, right? My friend and I have been sent to sort that problem out." "I assure you I can protect myself fine. Please tell my cousin that I am very sorry for his loss, but I have no desire to stick my neck out by aiding whatever investigators he's sent. I sincerely doubt you need my help to capture the creature you seek." Despite the finality of this statement, the window remains open. "Unless you have magic weapons, you won't even be able to touch the damn things. Or is there something that you're holding the rest of the town out on?" The last part comes out as much of a threat as a question. Spoiler: Intimidate, if necessary Hide (1d20+7)[12] "With these walls and a solid lock, do you think I need to worry about them getting in? I've got metal shutters for these windows, and I've put a grate over the chimney. I suppose it could just set the building on fire, but in that respect I've got nothing more to worry about than any other citizen. Why jeopardize that?" "Because you're being selfish. While you cower in your smithy, people's homes, their lives, are being destroyed. The guard can't handle this. It has not been just your cousin. Numerous people have been burned by this, these, things. As long as everyone shuts their doors, plugs their ears, and pretends that their gods will look after them, these things will continue in their mad schemes. Did you hear that a child was almost drowned by one of them the other day? If anyone is killed while you had the chance to help, then on your head be it!" "And how would be opening up those doors and letting you in help at all? I have no information to give you! I'm very sorry about the child, and I hope you can stop the problem. However, I do not see why I need to be a step in the process." "Cause unless you want your forge to be one of the next buildings found burnt down by the blighters, should we be right, it'd be in your best interest for us to remove the problem quickly, Unless you're already helping them!?" Borris lets his accusation hand in the air. "You have me wrong, sir. I would love for the menace to be eradicated, but I don't see that there's anything I can do that would help you, and if I don't want 'my forge to be one of the next buildings found burnt down' then why should I help the ones seeking to find and kill the refits?" "Because then they'll be gone before they can do any more harm." Borris calls up, but he's looking like he's about to give up on the man. "Of course, but I feel like what little help I could give you is not worth the risk it would entail to me,"the dwarf says from the window." I wish you luck." Fists clenched, Azure shouts,"Then damn you to the First Circle!" Turning to his companion, he angrily snarl turns into a disappointed scowl." Let's go, Morris. We'll have to find some way to draw them out." After a few moments, Azure's eyes slowly widen as an idea strikes him." Wait... what if we lit a fire big enough to catch its attention? Cause it to become jealous?" "... I want you to take a moment to think about what would happen to us if we started a fire lighting competition with a refit." Boris just stares at Azure, as if he'd said something along the lines of wanting to burn down an orphanage [which might well just happen by accident as part of the events]."... But such might be a good idea for the others..." Borris pauses in thought. Spoiler: Knowledge Planes/Nature Hide Planes: (1d20+6)[8] What sort of Refit would a fire refit hang out with? What would attract said refits [by type if necessary]? Nature: (1d20+3)[7] What would attack a creature of [Type X] [Type fire method would hang out with, i.e. what would attract an earth elemental since earth refits are elemental like, elementals belong under nature, so rolling as well]? Edit: I got nothin'. Or worse than nothing perhaps. Spoiler: If DM rules Morris as coming up blank Hide "... Though I'm not really sure what would attract them... There like elementals though... So a water one would like water, but he wouldn't stay with the fire one. And an air one would just like air, though he might work with fire... Perhaps somewhere high?... Perhaps we could find a sage, I've saved a bit so we could pay some, and then I could pay a bit from my reward more if what the sage says is useful." Morris's words run through Azure's mind, as do the terrible possibilities. Guilty realization strikes him." Oh. The whole town might go up in flames. But damn it all, we are out here chasing our tails! Isn't there a wizard or scholar that we can visit for some sort of clue?!" "Let's find out." Borris turns, looking to find someone who could direct them to a mage-tower or library. After a few minutes of talking to the commoners coming in and out of the nearby shops, Morris finds someone who can direct him to the town's only major library, which is owned by a loose collective of wizards and hence often serves as a meeting spot for folks of that ilk. Morris immediately begins taking the pair towards the library, disliking the idea of having to talk with mages, but knowing it's likely their best hope. When they arrive, he'll ask who they could ask to find information as to refits and elementals, or where they could read such information... Preferably in common. The library of Sandra is a large and elegant building, its patrons being some of the wealthiest men and women in the city. Once entered, neatly-organized stacks of books, manuscripts, and magical scrolls line the walls, and a few homunculi patrol on miniature walkways affixed near the ceiling, keeping a suspicious eye out for potential thieves. No other librarian is evident, as the books are not permitted to be checked out. As the pair walk in, they can hear the murmur of voices from a room towards the back. Azure looks questioningly at Morris." Should we interrupt, or wait for them to finish?" Morris, instead of responding looks up to one of the Homunculi." Can you talk?" Spoiler: Assuming they can't Hide "Given there's no librarian, I would think that it'd be ok to knock, if they don't answer than it may be best to look for ourselves, we may find something while we wait for them to finish... But I wouldn't know where to start..." One of the homunculi slowly turns its head from side to side in answer. Exasperated, Azure says,"Then you can look around for something. I will go see where they are and ask some questions." At Azure's knock, the voices are silenced. After a moment, a quavering voice calls,"Is that you, Isidora?" Azure responds,"No. I am Azure. I was sent by the guild to help solve the town's refit problem. May I enter?" There is the hushed murmur of voices for a few moments, but then the same voice calls,"Come in." Upon opening the door, Azure finds a large group of men and women, including a few dwarves and gnomes, all arrayed around a massive oblong table. Most of them are wearing robes of a similar style, and have curious expressions on their faces. The speaker is an aged-looking man with slightly pointed ears, indicating a touch of even heritage. Curiously, he seems to be the only one of that blood." What is it you would ask of us?"he queries. Azure bows respectfully." My friend and I are trying to come up with ways to lure these things into a trap. We're starting with the fiery one, since it seems to be doing the most damage. Do you have any suggestions as to how we can draw these things, either with bait or some form of insult?" The half-elf turns to his compatriots, and the low buzz of conversation fills the hall once more until he waves his hands and turns back to Azure." Well, setting off a suitably large conflagration would draw its attention. So would put out one. For something more specific, some research might be necessary, but Jamal here thinks he can remember something about refits." A large man to the speaker's left clears his throat awkwardly." Well, I'm not sure,"he begins,"But I seem to recall something I read about refits like these usually being servants to a higher power. If that's correct, and you could find out who their master is, that would be another way to get through to them." Morris slowly nods." Potentially useful. However, I don't think the city would like us starting a conflagration... Do any of you know what might attract the other refits? Depending on if they're working together, we may still catch the red. "Well, if I'm right that information would be applicable to all the refits,"Jamal says before the half-elf cuts back in." Again, a major increase or reduction in elemental energy would draw their attention. Freezing a lake, for example, or melting one. For the other elements, it's less direct, but any major underground work would likely draw the attention of an earth-attuned refit, or constructing a windmill for an air-touched creature." "So nothing that would be reasonable to do within a short time... What about the sort of places they'd like to hide? There are forges and such for the red one, and any large body of water for water ones, but as to the others? "Well, I imagine underground or in open spaces, respectively,"he says." I imagine we could work up a spell for you to find at least one, given the necessary time, but you may prefer not to wait." Wait, wait, wait... that's all we seem to be doing anymore. Azur regards the half-elf intently, yellow eyes burning with impatience." How. Long?" The speaker turns back to the others, and after a hurried conversation says,"Not that long. Two, three hours, maybe?" Azure takes a deep breath to calm himself. Well, that's not so bad. We can wait a little longer. He bows to the meeting." Very well. In the meantime, I will see what your library has to offer. Perhaps I will find something interesting." Spoiler: IOC Hide Azure will be researching devils, demons, and anything about cosmic compacts or pacts. Morris slowly nods." Thank you. It'll likely find them faster than we could." When Azure informs Morris what he's interested in researching, he offers to help out. Spoiler Hide Aid Another: (1d20+6)[8] granting a +2 bonuses. Nope, no help. After a couple of hours, the doors swing back open and the half-elf ushers the pair back in." I believe we have devised a suitable spell. It will only be usable once, however, so who is it you wish to divine the location of? The fire refit?" "Yes. From what we have been told, it is the most destructive one. Better to eliminate it quickly, before more homes are set ablaze." Morris nods his agreement. "Yes, that makes sense. I thought you might wish to try and track down their summoner instead, but such an undertaking would be prone to failure." He motions for the ritual to begin, and several members begin drawing chalk lines on the table while others make arcane gestures with their hands or mouth words in another language. Light begins to lance from one person to the other until the whole circle is connected by a ring of white fire, and then after the briefest of moments, collapses into motes of magic floating in the air. The half-elf bends over to get his breath back, panting. After a bit, he straightens back up and says,"This city, the market district. The building is... Agar's Foundry. Go quickly." Realization strikes horribly." Damn him,"Azure swears viciously. He bolts for the door." Borris, hurry!" Morris nods once before turning to run, mentally saying 'I told you so.' to Agar. The building seems to be as it was when you left it. No flames blazing out of the windows, or smoke spiraling out from the multiple chimneys. The door is still bolted, and the windows closed tightly. The sign still declares that the forge is closed. "Azure, grab some guards for in case a fire breaks out. I'll try to have this door open by then." Once he moves off, Morris will begin channelling eldritch energies as he knows he can, and begins blasting the lock, slowly chipping away at it. Spoiler Hide Eldritch blast is typed so bypasses hardness, but damaged is halved as it's not hammer blast, so Morris is doing 1d3 damage to the lock per turn as he blasts away at it. The door is bolted from the inside, allowing no easy point of weakness. Morris realizes that he could simply blow up the door, but that might attract undue attention... Morris looks for hinges. Morris could destroy the hinges with less effort than breaking the door itself, but it would still create quite a loud noise. Caring not for nose, believing it will at worst force the creature into the open [quite possibly wrongly], and begins blasting. After a few seconds, the hinges give one last creak and bend, sending the heavy oaken door slamming to the ground. Inside, there is an area with a large desk, examples of finely crafted armor hanging on the walls. A staircase winds up to the upper floor, and another door presumably leads to the forge. Azure lets some of his chains dangle down from his sleeves, arming himself. They slither before him and form a single, long chain. He twirls it experimentally." Check upstairs, Morris. I'll check the forge." Spoiler: Morris Hide The stairs lead up to a series of rooms furnished rather barely, although Morris has to duck his head-clearly, everything is sized for a dwarf. There's a bedroom, bathroom, and a small library, but Agar doesn't seem to be anywhere. Spoiler: Azure Hide Azure pushes his way through the door to find a bushy-bearded dwarf wearing a soot stained apron, standing in the middle of the stone floor. Ten feet away from him, the burning forge heats the whole room. "Who the hell are you?" he growls. "Did you break down my door? You're..." He squints. "You're one of the elf-kissing vigilantes who were here earlier, aren't you? What in the name of Take are you doing here?" The chain devil's anger had been smoldering on the way over. At the dwarf's comment, however, his fury comes fully to the fore. His yellow eyes practically blaze in the fire's light. His chains writhe beneath his outfit." Your brother sent us to check on you. And you betrayed him. You lied to us." The word is spat out like a curse." It makes sense now. You wanted us to stay away because it was already here. Magic told us that the refit is here." Azur's manner becomes menacing as he advances slowly on the dwarf, chain in hand. His eyes seem to stare into the dwarf's soul." Now, I'm going to ask one last time. Where is it?" Spoiler: IOC Hide Intimidate: (1d20+7)[10] Sense Motive: (1d20+3)[15] Having found nothing [as he expected], Morris heads downstairs, towards the loud talking, but only near the door, cursing when he realizes Azure didn't grab a guard. He doesn't, however, enter the room, instead staying out of sight, preparing to blast the Refit when he sees it, if it doesn't immediately surrender. "I have no idea what you're talking about,"the dwarf says calmly." Magic told you a refit was here? Perhaps the gods themselves spoke to you and told you I was guilty? Or the little fairies of the magic mushroom circle?" His scorn is palpable. Spoiler: IOC Hide Sorry, Lawful Evil is about to come into effect. Those words were the last straw. And the poor dwarf didn't even know it. Howling in rage, Azure lashes out with his chains at the dwarf. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack 1: (1d20+5)[13] Damage 1: (2d4+5)[12] CRT Confirm: (1d20+5)[21] CRT Damage: (2d4)[7] Attack 2: (1d20+5)[8] Damage 2: (2d4+5)[10] CRT Confirm 2: (1d20+5)[6] CRT Damage 2: (2d4)[5] The dwarf ducks partly out of the way, and the blow that makes contact seems to glance off something under his clothes, knocking him backwards but not injuring him." Well, now, that's hardly polite." He rolls backwards and stands next to the forge, grabbing a halberd from a nearby rack." It's true I mostly do armor, but I've never found it good to box oneself in too much. Choose your blows carefully, for if you miss again you may not get another chance." As he's speaking, a small shape swoops down from inside the chimney and darts toward Azure, swiping out with burning claws. Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[7] Damage: (1d3)[1]+(1d4)[2] fire Morris rushes into the room. While he's not certain what exactly is going on, he knows the Refit needs subduing, gathers a blast of eldritch energy from the doorway, and throws it, missing in his rush. Spoiler Hide Touch attack: (1d20)[8] Damage: (1d6)[3] Yup. That's a miss. "Traitor!" As much as he wishes to come to grips with Agar, Azure is forced to deal with the elemental swiping at his face. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack 1: (1d20+5)[10] Damage 1: (2d4+5)[12] CRT confirm 1: (1d20+5)[16] CRT Damage 1: (2d4)[7] Attack 2: (1d20+5)[23] Damage 2: (2d4+5)[10] CRT confirm 2: (1d20+5)[10] CRT Damage 2: (2d4)[6] The refit evades the first swipe, but the second bites deep into its flesh. Examining itself curiously, it closes its eyes and a massive burst of fireworks erupts from the forge behind it, flashing all different colors and swarming around the room, but winking out before they touch the high ceiling. Spoiler Hide I'll need a DC 14 Will save from both of you against being blinded for (1d4+1)[5] rounds. Agar's safe: (1d20+2)[8] Morris quickly gathers eldritch energy, throwing it just before the eruption and focusing solo on the Imp, preventing the image from hurting his eyes. Spoiler Hide Hit: (1d20)[6] Damage: (1d6)[6] Yea... Touch attacks are easy to hit with... right... "Nice trick,"Azure snarls mockingly. His chains swing and dance at the refit. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack 1: (1d20+5)[25] Damage 1: (2d4+5)[8] CRT Confirm 1: (1d20+5)[21] CRT Damage 1: (2d4)[5] Attack 2: (1d20+5)[14] Damage 2: (2d4+5)[8] CRT Confirm 2: (1d20+5)[17] CRT Damage: (2d4)[8] The refit begins to look panicked as Azure's first swing opens up a long cut in its body, blood the color of bronze spattering on the floor. It takes another swipe with its claw and beats its wings, shooting backwards and hovering in the flame of the forge, where its wounds begin to seal back up. Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[7] Damage: (1d4)[3] "Oh no, you don't!" Azur moves forward, continuing to swing at the elemental with his chains. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack 1: (1d20+5)[9] Damage 1: (2d4+5)[11] CRT Confirm 1: (1d20+5)[24] CRT Damage 1: (2d4)[7] Attack 2: (1d20+5)[13] Damage 2: (2d4+5)[10] CRT Confirm 2: (1d20+5)[8] CRT Damage 2: (2d4)[5] Morris through another blast at the refit, scowling... but having just as much luck. Spoiler Hide (1d20)[7] (1d6)[4] At least I can rest easy knowing my normal +2 from DEX wouldn't be helping me given the dice roller. The refit dodges each assault, bobbing in the flame. As its wounds continue to grow shallower, it swipes out with a claw again. Meanwhile, Agar feels his way to the wall, and begins to inch towards the door. "Agar! Stay!" Borris throws another bolt at the creature, ready to follow should Agar keep trying to leave. Spoiler Hide (1d20)[11] (1d6)[5] ... That might hit. If I had my DEX I could be confident it would hit... Damn. "You're not leaving!" Frustrated by his inability to hurt the refit, Azure turns his wrath upon the blind dwarf. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack 1: (1d20+5)[12] Damage 1: (2d4+5)[11] CRT Confirm 1: (1d20+5)[11] CRT Damage 1: (2d4)[3] Attack 2: (1d20+5)[15] Damage 2: (2d4+5)[10] CRT Confirm 2: (1d20+5)[13] CRT Damage 2: (2d4)[6] The chains lash out twice and the dwarf topples forwards, blood spilling out of the wounds to stain the floorboards. The refit remains basking in the fire, not following Azure. Spoiler Hide Realized I forgot to roll for last round. ATK: (12d20+4)[126] DMG: (1d4)[1] "Azure!" Borris throws another frustrated blast at the refit, again swinging wide in avoiding Azure. Spoiler Hide Hit: (1d20-4)[6] Damage: (1d6)[1] Having dealt with the dwarf, Azure returns his attention to the fiend in the forge. Only in fire does it heal... As Morris launches another blast, Azure moves forward to grab the refit and pull it away. The fire, strangely, has no effect on him. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Melee Touch Attack: (1d20+4)[6] The refit laughs, a sound like a burst of sparks sent up from a bonfire. Dancing backwards, it lashes out with a pair of claws. Spoiler Hide Attack: (1d20+4)[20] Damage: (1d3)[3] Attack: (1d20+4)[9] Damage: (1d3)[2] Cursing as the refit scratches, Azure moves back and says"Morris! We need to put the fire out!" Azur moves to shift the forge's quenching water barrel to the fireplace. "Do that! I'll keep it distracted." Borris strides forward, not quite into claw reach, as he throws another bolt. Spoiler: Bang Hide (1d20)[7] (1d6)[1] I'll be praying to Tumor later... Or be doing some training with Azure. Azure can easily haul the barrel over to the forge as Morris engages the refit. Too late, he sees what's coming, and his eyes open wide as the water gushes onto the forge. Steam envelops the room, the refit's glaring red eyes becoming visible through the fog. The outer layer of the lava making up his hair and skin seems to have cooled, becoming a thin, shifting layer of rock as cracks break through to the hot magma within. Spoiler Hide The refit takes (1d6)[6] damage. "Got you now, you little wretch!" Azur's chains strike out again at the refit. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack 1: (1d20+5)[18] Damage 1: (2d4+5)[10] CRT Confirm 1: (1d20+5)[22] CRT Damage 1: (2d4)[5] Attack 2: (1d20+5)[24] Damage 2: (2d4+5)[10] CRT Confirm 2: (1d20+5)[14] CRT Damage 2: (2d4)[2] Morris smiles as he throws a much closer blast. However, this time he misses in an effort to avoid Azure. Spoiler Hide Blast: (1d20-4)[11] (1d6)[6] Azure's chains smash twice into the refit, and it begins to fall apart, shards of its outer rock skin burying themselves in the floor. Then its magma body collapses into a pool on the stone floor, cooling rapidly before your eyes. Spoiler Hide And that's enough XP to take you to second level. "Step back! Don't want it to be melting your shoes or... Crap..." Borris rushes to Agar, checking him over to see if he's alive. Spoiler Hide Heal check: (1d20)[9] to stabilize him if he is... And to check what injuries he has besides the chains. Agar is still breathing. Blood continues to pool around him, but Morris' efforts are ineffectual in staunching the flow. "Azure... Go get someone to help... Damn..." Borris keeps trying to staunch the flow as best he's able, tearing Agar's clothes if need be to make bandages, if possible. Spoiler Hide Morris will keep rolling first aid until he either gets help, or Agar dies. I'll roll 9, because by then he'll have definitely bled out. (1d20)[2] (1d20)[20] (1d20)[13] (1d20)[12] (1d20)[6] (1d20)[10] (1d20)[12] (1d20)[20] Ok, if he was on -6 or above when I first assisted, he should be stable. As Morris wraps Agar's back in bandages, the blood begins to slow, finally just a trickle staining the bandages. Agar's condition seems to have stopped worsening, but he should still probably get medical attention as quickly as possible. As Morris tends to Agar's wounds, a war is going on in Azure's mind. A darker, more practical side, says that it would be better if Agar had died in a fire caused by the fight with the refit. Retribution would be served, both for the people and for his own wounded pride. On the other hand... Azure's mind goes back to the image of Agar's concerned brother. His fists clench resolutely. No. I am not a demon. I will not take his family away. Swallowing his pride and bursting out into the street, Azure yells,"Help! Help! We need a healer! Someone is dying!" He continues to run down the streets, hoping for anyone that can help. People begin to congregate, rushing out of the nearby shops and peering from the windows, looking curiously at Agar's shop and the yellow-eyed man calling for a healer. After a few minutes, someone runs up gasping for breath and says that he's a medic." What's wrong?"he asks." Who's hurt?" Grabbing the man by his arm, Azure starts to lead him toward the forge." Agnar the smith. He's bleeding badly. If he doesn't get help soon, he might die." The man grimaces when he sees the smith. He gently removes Morris' makeshift bandages, stuck to the dwarf's back with blood, and winds real ones around the wound. That done, he almost reverentially withdraws a slender wand from a sheath at his hip and touches it to Agar's back-once, twice. Agar begins to stir and moan, and the medic sighs." He'll still need long-term care, but he should be well enough to transport now." "Make sure to post guards by his bedside. He was working with the fire refit, and who knows if he is still dangerous." Turning to Morris, he says,"Shall we continue the hunt, or did you want to rest?" The doctor nods and silently withdraws, and a few minutes later the dwarf is being carried out on a stretcher. Morris furrows his brow in thought." The others are minor annoyances, I think we need to deal with any blow back from this first, and find out what we can from Agar. Should he have not been being threatened into cooperation, he may know where the others are hiding." Spoiler: Morris Hide The medic directs the men holding the stretcher to make their way across town, to a small building with the holy symbol of the god of healing displayed above the door. "I expect it will take some time for him to regain consciousness," the medic says, as Agar is lowered onto a cot. "I can let you know when he wakes up, if you wish." Spoiler: Azure Hide Word is in the same room as when Azure left, a gilt-edged tome open on his desk. Without looking up, he says, "You're back. Without your companion, I note. I hope you bring a story of success?" He turns the page. "Morris is fine. He is escorting the traitor Agar to the infirmary. And yes..." Walking forward, he dumps the ashen remains of the refit on the desk. He is careful to keep it away from the tome that Word is reading." The fire refit will trouble you no longer. I wanted to come in and make a status report. I will seek my friend out, and we shall see about ridding you of the rest. We might need to give the town wizards time, however. It was their magic that allowed us to locate this one, and I would rather wait a day than spend the next three pounding on doors throughout the settlement." Spoiler: Morris Hide Morris Nods "Thank you. I shall be back with coin to pay for this, and to watch him." Morris steps outside, memorizing the place before heading back to the guild, keeping a careful eye for landmarks. Word examines the slab of rock that remains, noting that the swirls in the rock form the clear visage of an anguished face." Very well. I shall get your reward." He stands up and unlocks a chest behind him. Over his shoulder, as he rummages around, he asks,"Agar was working with them? I would never have thought it." Shaking his head, he turns, handing Azure a small sack of coins. At that moment, a knock sounds on the door." Come in,"Word says impatiently, and Morris enters the room. Morris bows his head slightly after he enters." Good day Word. Azure, I've memorized where Agar is resting, but the healers doubt he'll be up any time soon. I've heard some healers have potions that can bring a man from the brink of death to wakefulness quickly, to expensive normally, but it should save some time should he have been actively working with them." Word lifts an eyebrow." You are asking me to pay for him to be healed? I think not. It is your task, and the cost to pay a healer should be covered in your fee if that is how you wish to spend it. You may also find someone downstairs willing to help you out. Prove to me that you are resourceful." Azure turns to regard Morris." That shouldn't be necessary. I doubt that Agar was capable of summoning all of these things. I'll bet there are others in the settlement who brought forth their own little elementals. It's likely the only thing you will receive from that dwarf is a lot of hot air. I vote that we go back to the wizards and ask for their assistance again. I'm sure they'll be happy to let us fight these things for them. All they have to do is point the way." Word chuckles daily at Azure's pun." Well, don't let me keep you, then. I already gave your partner the reward, Master Stable hand. Try not to spend it all at once. I wish you much luck, and please remove this specimen from my desk as you leave." He turns back to his book. "Word, I'm not quite that foolish, I intended to pay. However, if you're fine with the Wizards Azure, I think it's time we informed them of their success." "Indeed. Let's go see them." Lifting the slab of rock off of the desk, Azure says to Word,"We'll be back with another trophy soon enough. See you then." Outside, the day is clear and sunny, with a few minstrels plying their trade for coin on the city streets, notes rising into the sky. People go about their business, talking and laughing and haggling. Then the winds begin to stir, first stirring the leaves, then whipping cloaks and hair, then tearing away pieces of paper and lighter objects. People look around, noting the clear sky, as the winds continue to increase and some of the smaller citizens have to hold on to something to avoid bring blown away. Then, an impish creature swoops down, cackling with mad glee, as the winds in its wake cause chaos and confusion. It pauses for a moment before Azure and Morris, beckoning with a twiglike finger, before zooming off again. It perches atop a nearby roof, grinning with needle teeth at the pair. Dropping the rock in disbelief, Azure gives a predatory grin of his own. Chains are soon in hand as he regards the refit." Going to make this easy on us, are you? Why don't you come down and play?" Azur's eyes flash dangerously. The commoners scatter at the sight of the refit and of Azure's chains. The refit tilts its head, smile widening, and leaps down from the roof with catlike grace, twisting in midair and beating its wings so it careens down the street. "So, you'd be a friend of burn, and not to happy with his current state." Borris takes the time to look around for any Refits trying to sneak up on them. Spoiler: Spot Hide (1d20)[13] The refit doesn't reply, but makes a rude gesture as it continues to fly. It is now about forty feet away, and rapidly gaining distance. Meanwhile, Morris finds no traces of an ambush. Realizing that the little fiend is about to lead them on a wild goose chase, Azure runs after the refit and swipes up with his chains."Oh, no you don't, you little bastard!" Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack roll 1: (1d20+6)[8] Damage roll 1: (2d4+5)[12] CRT Confirm 1: (1d20+6)[22] CRT Damage 1: (2d4)[7] Attack roll 2: (1d20+6)[15] Damage roll 2: (2d4+5)[8] CRT Confirm 2: (1d20+6)[22] CRT Damage 2: (2d4)[6] Both chains miss as the refit weaves as part of its flight path, but continues to fly instead of turning and defending itself, allowing Azure to get another strike while its back is turned. Spoiler Hide Attack of Opportunity! The chains keep swinging as Azure seeks to bring the refit down. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Attack: (1d20+6)[18] Damage: (2d4+5)[9] CRT Confirm: (1d20+6)[9] CRT Damage: (2d4)[2] Azure lands a solid blow, opening a gash along the refit's pale blue skin, but it continues to fly. Morris begins to follow at walking pace, throwing up his hands to the creature, causing a burst of sparkling practicals to form around it. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Following at 30ft/Round, Casting Glitter dust for DC 14 Will vs Blind for two rounds Spoiler Hide Will Save - (1d20+3)[18] The refit flies through the cloud of particles, only a few of the golden sparkles adhering to its skin. Azure surges forward to keep up with the refit, chain whirling in his fists. Spoiler: Mechanics Hide Double move The refit leads Morris and Azure on a merry chase through the city, flying through cobbled streets and past glass windows, scattering passerby wherever it goes. It dodges one way and the other, twisting and turning through the maze of passages that make up the city's market ward, until it finally flies through a sequence of long, deserted tunnels that culminate in a dead end. There it turns, holds up its hands as Azure stalks forward with its chains, and in a voice that doesn't sound like a refit's at all, it says,"Wait." Spoiler Hide You can make your two attacks, but after the first blows the refit will be double and triple moving to keep ahead. Surprised by this turn of events, Azure actually stops cold with sliding feet. Glaring warily at the refit, he says,"... All right. You have my attention. No tricks, or you will regret it." The refit's appearance ripples, shifts, and slides off its body entirely, leaving behind a green-skinned, elfin sprite with ornate butterfly's wings in place of the frost-rimed wings of the refit." I apologize for the deception,"she says,"but it was deemed very important that I speak with you." Spoiler: Previous Attacks Hide Summon Swarm: (1d6)[4] Damage, Non-Magical Summon Swarm: (1d6)[1] Damage, Non-Magical While Morris had been looking behind them originally to look for traps and was already weary, he now drops slightly, legs spread, glaring at the sprite." Go on." Spoiler: Readied Action Hide To cast Summon Swarm targeting the area of the first aggressive creature sighted, and only said creatures. The sprite addresses Morris." You have been using your gifts, I note. We saw the fight between you two and the creature of magma. Thank you for winning, by the way- I won ten gold betting on you. But that's irrelevant for the moment, I suppose. The point is, you seem to have come to terms with the fact that you've already accepted the bargain. As such, we have a first task for you." She dusts off her hands delicately." It should be easy. Find the one who brought these creatures into your world, and kill them." Azure gives a short bark of laughter." That's it? We were going to do that anyway." The sprite ignores Azure, looking to Morris." I told you it would be easy. Just make sure you kill them. We don't want them coming back." Morris' eyes narrow." I have heard that magic can bring the dead back to true life, what can be done to prevent that? Since given your statement, that's what you would wish to prevent." Borris chooses not to argue with the creature, or question why it would wish gold given the tales he grew up hearing as a babe, but considered this important. "You can leave that to us. Once they're dead, we're allowed to interfere, but until then it could be taken as a declaration of war." "... So, you want us pawns in the proxy war to go do what we were already doing without imparting useful information... We'll get right on that... Thanks for letting us know that there's a bigger scheme we're a part of..." While the last is sarcastic, it's because he doesn't want to be a pawn in another's scheme, not because he already knew. "Mmm, yes, that's about it. You certainly seem to think you have everything figured out, so why burden you with unnecessary information?" The fey performs a mocking bow and vanishes. Disgusted and unsatisfied, Azure stows away his chains." Damn fey folk. I'd like to see how smart he is with my chains around his filthy neck." Turning, he says,"Let's go see the wizards, Morris. This was a complete waste of time, and it's obvious the city isn't safe from those winged freaks. The sooner we are away from here, the better." Morris shakes his head." I doubt anywhere is, but here we're less likely to be slain for consorting with outsiders..." Borris turns and follows Azure. The council remains in the library where they were a few hours ago, although the half-elf that was speaking for them seems to be gone. A woman looks up as the pair enter." We heard your efforts were successful. Are you seeking more guidance?" "Indeed. Can you help us?" The woman purses her lips." Our chancellor is gone for the moment, I'm afraid. We'll need a way to focus the flow. Would you happen to have anything that is related to what you're looking for?" Morris turns his head to Azure." Please tell me you kept a piece as a memento so we don't need to trawl through refuse." Looking down, Azure reluctantly says,"... Damn it. I must have dropped the rock back at the guild hall. I'll go see if it's still there." Heaving a weary sigh, the disguised devil turns to the door and continues,"I'll meet you back at the tavern, Morris. Go get yourself a drink." "It's understandable." Borris turns from Azure and nods to the woman, before walking out, heading instead to the place Agar was left. At the guild house, Azure finds the street still empty, with the shards of rock where he dropped the remains of the refit. The medic waves as Morris comes through the door of the hospice." Ah, welcome back. Are you here to check on your friend? I gave him a little something to help him sleep, and he should be waking up in an hour or two. I must ask, though-why do you believe he was working with the fire refit? Furthermore, I can get guards if necessary, but he seems harmless." Thankfully, Azure manages to round up the shards of rock quickly before making his way back to the inn. When he discovers that Morris has not been back, however, he makes his way down to the infirmary where Agar is kept. "When we found the Refit it was in Agar's company, and he assisted it in battle before attempting to retreat when the thing attempted to blind us... I think I'd rather watch my flock, rather than let the wolves run rampant." Borris takes from his belt pouch 10 species of gold." While caring from him for free is commendable, I would put some coin as to his treatment." Borris says in way of offering the medic coin. "Ah,"the medic says thoughtfully." So, you were the one who beat him unconscious. I see." He waves away the bag of coins." I am employed by the city, so even though paying for treatment of the wounds you inflicted is quite noble, I am forced to refuse." "That was the other one, Azure, but yes... I'll probably be back tomorrow." Borris puts back his coins, before turning and leaving, heading for the inn. Azure arrives at the infirmary a few minutes later." Looking for your friend?"the medic asks coldly." He already left. Didn't bother to tell me where he went. Said he'd be back tomorrow, though. With luck, of course, the poor bastard will be out of here by then. We need the space." Azure returns her coldness in kind."' Poor bastard'? He has ruined people's lives, nearly gotten people killed. I did you and the city a favor, so spare me your judgment. Try walking out of the infirmary sometime and actually doing something." As he speaks, Azure sees less of the woman currently standing there and more of the priest that had stood by his bedside after the demonic incursion. Turning on his heel, he makes his way back to the inn. Surely, he has gone there. "I'm not denying that he was in the wrong,"the medic says as Azure leaves." But that bludgeoning him unconscious with chains was excessive. Nonlethal force would have been better, or capturing him. That may not have been an option. But I see too many people like you, who think life can be bought and sold with coin, and that any wounds inflicted in the pursuit of a villain are deserved. That death is easier than redemption. That it is a small thing to take a life. I just hope that some of you remember that it is not,"he says, voice fading as Azure leaves in disgust. Azur arrives at the inn to find Morris playing cards with a few men who've bought him drinks, having already heard about the traitorous dwarf or the chase of the air refit outside the guildhall. Despite being unused to this sort of situation, Morris gladly takes [light] the drinks, telling more of the chase while he waited for his companions to arrive. Apon seeing him Morris smiles." He's here. Well, glad I could give you a story, thanks for the drinks." Taking a moment to extract himself Morris quickly meets up with Azure." You have it? Good, let's go." Surprised that Morris is so ready, Azure nonetheless heads down to the wizard's library with Morris. The woman looks slightly irritated at how long it took, but smiles nevertheless." We're glad you've returned. You have something to direct the magic?" Azure hands her the rock." Sorry about the wait, but the healer wouldn't stop nagging me about wounding a criminal. Now, what can you do with this?" "It won't require as much of a spectacle as last time. We've already established the link, so I as the de facto leader can direct the power without undue effort." She accepts the largest piece of rock from Azure and sits down at the head of the table. Leaving a hand on the stone, she addresses the pair over her shoulder." You want the location of another refit, correct? I should be able to find the one that is closest related." She turns back to the stone and begins humming, tuneless. The stone begins to vibrate, sending shivers up her arm, and cracks begin to spiderweb over it. She closes her eyes, then opens them again, but they are distant, as if looking at something far away. Then she blinks, and her eyes are normal again. The rock crumbles under her fingers, and she stops humming." It was difficult to tell an exact location for this one. From what I can tell, the refit was attuned to slime or ooze, for it was cavorting in the sewers of the city. There were no landmarks, but it seemed to have a kind of nest built up in one corner, so you'd know where it was if you saw that. Can you find it?" "... Yes, though we are probably going to stink to high heaven before this is all done." Already mentally weary from the prospect, Azure turns to Morris and says,"Well, we better get to it. No time like the present." "I believe there's a suitable manhole near here,"the woman says." Just down the street. Two strong men like yourselves should have no trouble in levering it up. Is there anything else you need?" Morris shakes his head." No. That should be all. Thanks for your help..." Should Azure have no objections, Morris will look to head for the manhole. Fortunately, the manhole is on a relatively calm street, and carriages only come by once every few minutes. Morris and Azure are easily able to lift it and slip down before another comes rumbling past. Below, a long rusted ladder leads down into ankle-high water stagnant and clotted with sewage. The passage continues on for a few feet before branching off in two directions. Morris grumbles, pulling his under shirt up to cover his face, particularly his nose, proceeding to breath through it." This will be... Fun. I'll try to create those lights when we're down so we can see..." With that, he proceeds down the hole. The rungs of the ladder quake a little under the pressure, but hold. A few moments later, Morris lands with a fat squelch, the water oozing up around his ankles. The smell, and the sound of Morris hitting the water, is enough to make Azure's face scrunch in disgust. Blowing air out of his mouth, the devil follows behind him." Let's get this done. Just because I can walk around in this all day doesn't mean that I want to." Morris grunts, not wanting to open his mouth enough to reply, with a wave of his hand lights appear to the left, enough for him to see by, and he begins walking towards them, following the path and occasionally creating more lights, each lasting for maybe 12 seconds per cloud. The tunnel continues for perhaps sixty more feet before opening up into a large chamber. Six drains about four feet in diameter are set around twenty feet in the air. Water is flowing from three of them like a rainbow-slick waterfall, and the splashing drowns out most of the other sounds in the room. A few steps in, Morris realizes that the floor drops off sharply, until it narrows and rises again on the other side. Spoiler: Perception DC 15 Hide Although the filth in the water makes it largely opaque, a small, darker shape is moving around beneath the surface farther in.

Reasonable Prices [IC]|rating:4.0

RhinSama and Valchyrie - A Chaotic Change

(“The year is 2050, and as always, war is a part of the daily life on planet Earth. Politics, oil, money, corruption, anything you can think of, and it’s a reason to go to war. They say it’s for the greater good, but you never know these days. All you know is that people are fighting to keep the world in some kind of reasonable state of mind, even though it’s difficult to say what that reasonable state is made off. After the wars in the Middle East in the first twenty years of the 20th century, the problem about bankruptcy became the focus of the world. There were so many countries at this point in time, that could no longer support itself financially, and asking for help was out of the question now, as many had already borrowed money from each other, more or less emptying the worlds reserve money. This sparked a new war, a war that no one had really seen coming. Instead of being focused on countries that had problems with its democracy, it was now countries that didn’t have these kinds of problems. First came Spain, who started waging war against France, then came Italy, who started waging war against Germany, and in that fight, Greece joined in. Then the rest of world slowly started to join in on the wars, though alliances were made, to make sure that the whole world wouldn’t die from all this destruction. It was an intense time, so much death and destruction all around the world. If someone had known about the forces that had once lived, maybe things would have turned out differently, maybe things wouldn’t have been this bloody, but alas, all the magical beauties that had once walked the earth, was forgotten. Nobody remembered the angels, the demons, the fairies, the creatures of night, the forest spirits or any of the others. Sure, there were legends and festivals to celebrate religion and what people believed in, but everything had changed from knowing, to believing. This meant that while some believed in a God, nobody understood or knew about what had really happened before the dinosaurs and everything else. All the theories about how life had come to exist, were true. Both gods and a big bang had happened, but the reason for all this was unknown, and the fact that the Earth was supposedly created from one or the other, wasn’t true. It was magic, magic that had been forgotten alongside the history of everything that had come before what the humans now knew about the world. The story of what had happened, had only been recorded in a few locations in the world, which had laid hidden underneath the ground, all around the world. Places that nobody had been able to find before.” They were in Greece, sitting in a hole created by a grenade in the middle of Athens, which lay in more ruin now than it had done before, while Bane was telling his tale about the old life. Of course, it was just that, a tale, but something inside him had always nagged him, something that wasn’t right. He was far from the only person who had felt that, more or less every existing human, had that feeling, but everyone had agreed that it was just that, a feeling of humanity. Just as he was about to continue his story, while six of his soldier friends listened, someone yelled out “GRENADE! GET TO COVER!” Bane grabbed his rifle and stood up, hurrying over onto the closest building he could find. Half of it had been destroyed, but it provided cover for the time being, at least until something else would blow it away. Stories had always been a part of a soldiers' life, in and out of the war zones, it was how many of them got by and didn’t turn insane from all the death and destruction that happened around them. Bane came from Copenhagen, which was the capital of Denmark, which had joined forces with England and Germany to beat back the Italians and Greeks. However, things had taken much longer than everyone had first anticipated, and it was getting tough to sustain a war, for all countries involved. The US, China, Russia and all the other countries, had also gone to war, though they were having internal wars instead of wars with other nations, which gave some breathing room to the countries that were waging war in what used to be The European Nations. “Just as you’re about to get to the good parts of the story, a fucking grenade almost blows you sky-high.” Bane mumbled to himself, annoyed that this had kept going for so many days. “I swear to whatever exists, I’m going to survive this and buy a god-damn boat when I get back home. Unless they screw with my payment for this as well.” While the Danish army had allied themselves with the English army, Bane had been a private contractor that had been hired to help because of his record as a soldier. He had done things off the record before, and he didn’t mind doing so again. His mother had come from Ireland and his father was from Denmark. Bane spoke fluent Danish as well as English, but at the moment, he wished he could speak Greek so he could tell the guys to piss off in their own language. War was never fun, but being in a shithole like Athens where everything is ruins to begin with, doesn’t make the war any easier, as you then have to use very little as cover, if you don’t want to die. Bane grabbed a grenade, and peeked ahead. There was a building that he could hide in, that seemed to be whole. He would just have to run about twenty meters to get there. He could do it, he just had to create a cover for himself. Furthermore, he pulled the split from the grenade and threw it, then grabbed two smoke grenades and threw them out from his cover. As soon as the grenade exploded and the smoke grenades did their thing, he dashed towards the building with all of his things. Shots were flying all around his ears, and as he came to the building, one shot hit his right knee, making him fall and roll into the building. However, what happened next was even worse. The whole building had been wired with wires, that Bane hit when he rolled into the building. Explosives started to go off all around the building, and before he knew it, he was falling down under the ground. It seemed like a very long drop down, and he hit the walls multiple times on the way down. Until a loud splash was heard, and he felt water covering him. He hurried up to the surface, the best he could, to try and see where the hell he was. A few bricks and stones fell around him, but most of the building had been stuck in the hole he had fallen through, that had been created by the explosion. That also meant though, that his entrance point to where he was, had been blocked. His leg was hurting like hell, and it was difficult to keep to the surface when you were wearing all your combat gear as well. He looked around quickly and found, what seemed to be, a stone staircase, leading up from the water. He made his way over to it, but had to drop his backpack on the way, to keep to the surface. This left him with a knife and a gun and nothing else, which seemed to be enough now that he was out of the frying pan. Though one thing was strange. He couldn’t hear the firing anymore or bombs or airplanes. Everything had turned to silence. As he then got over to the staircase, and he made his way up a few steps, he could finally get a better look at where he was. It looked like it had been a jungle at some point, but a lot of the nature had died. There were still a few trees and bushes and patches of grass, but it no longer hid what was in the middle of it all; A temple, by the looks of it. “How have this stayed hidden for so long?” he said to himself, looking towards the temple. He tried to stand up now, but as he did, he felt the pain in his knee and he let out a small cry of pain, while more blood came out. He couldn’t swim to the temple in the middle, not with his leg like this. “I have to find another way out the-“ something started to move and rumble. He looked down, and could see his blood, which had fallen onto the staircase, slowly moving onto the water. However, it was not going into the water, it was staying on top of it. A floor then began to rise up from the water underneath, connecting to his blood, leading all the way to the temple. “Okay, that’s creepy.” He said to himself, but at least now he had a way to the temple. Most people would probably have tried to find a way out, but Bane wasn’t stupid. If this place had been hidden for so long, it meant nobody had ever been here, and if they had, they hadn’t made their way out again, so only one way to go, and that was to the temple. He got up again, forcing himself to stand on his legs, and climbed forward, carefully, onto the stone bridge that had appeared from under the water. Besides the morbid feeling that his blood had activated the bridge, it was quite a beautiful place really. The question was what it was hiding; if it was something good, or something bad. He managed to limb all the way over to the Temple, though once he got inside, there was just an iron box with chains attached to the top of it. Though when he looked down, he could see there was no floor underneath it. “Hamm, early elevator creation?” he said to himself again. “Well, only one way to find out.” He entered the iron cage, and closed the front of it, holding onto the iron bars to support himself. Then it suddenly went down, without him activating it at all. Though what he wasn’t prepared for, was that he went right into water. He was surprised and lost some of his air, but managed to keep the rest of it inside himself. The water was black and dark, and he couldn’t see anything at all. The elevator still kept going downwards, and Bane was running out of air. At some point, he faded. When he woke up again, thankfully to be alive, he was outside the iron cage, which had gone up by itself again. He coughed up some water and wiped his eyes, trying to make it less blurry. He had no idea where he was, or what he was now involved in, but one thing was safe to say, nobody had come back alive from here. Bones and bodies lay all around the place. It was a big square room, with four pillars in the middle, and… “A woman? What the hell is a woman doing here?” Something was moving around her slowly, black and light air, and she seemed to be unconscious. He once again got up onto his legs, the pain having disappeared now, which was also strange. “My life is just getting more and more fucked it seems. Well, let’s talk with the nice lady.” He walked towards her now, but as he got closer, the dark and light air started to grow. He stopped moving, and the air stopped growing. “Hey! Can you hear me lady?!” he called out. She didn’t respond, she was chained with two black and two light chains to the four pillars. She was a very tall woman, more tall than any human Bane had ever seen, but she wasn’t a giant. Furthermore, she was about 2 meters and 70 centimeters, by quick judging. “Well, I don’t seem to have a choice.” He walked up to the woman and the air grew thicker again. He tried to take one light and one black chain into his hands, as he wanted to try and pull them off, but just as he grabbed them, his mouth was forced open, his headshot back, and all the light and dark air flew into his nose and mouth. A voice then rang out in the room “Release.” And the chains broke. The woman opened her eyes for a brief moment, to see the human holding the chains and being filled with air, until the whole room went completely dark and both of them disappeared from the temple. The wars all over the world stopped as black and light air rose from the ground fast and started flying into people. Chaos and Light had been released, but nobody knew this yet. The world was no longer, as we knew it. Everything changed from this point on, and nothing would ever be the same again. Just like that, all wars were stopped, all armies were getting ordered to stop fighting and return to their countries as soon as possible, things that shouldn’t be happening, were happening all around the world, and nobody knew why. At least not yet. Ten years after the incident in Greece, there were no more wars between the countries. People started living daily lives again and trying to make sense of everything that had happened. However, it was no longer the normal world. People had received magical abilities, people had changed looks; some looked like demons, others looked like angels, others looked like creatures no one had ever heard of. There were also humans, but not that many of them anymore. Magic had become a big part of the world now, for studying purposes and for usable purposes. Some wanted it for power, other for knowledge and others wanted to profit from it. In many ways, it was just like a fantasy story, anything could happen. Still, nobody knew why this had happened. Not many people had survived being taken over by the air in Greece ten years ago, when it was released, and the few soldiers that did survive, had never been found again. This also counted for Bane. When he disappeared out of the temple, he woke up in a grave in Copenhagen, in a forest. He felt different, he looked different, and he was no longer human. He was what he had meant to be, if magic had existed when he was born, but what exactly that had given him, well, that was a secret to the world. Years after he had woken up in the forest in the grave, he worked as a bartender in an underground bar for demons and undead creatures, where sex, money and alcohol, was all you had to worry about, unless you pissed off Bane, then he was the one you had to worry about. This was his bar, the most famous underground bar in Copenhagen, and its name was 'CHAOS'. (eyes flickered to and fro as she studied the crowded street from the table she saw at. The restaurant had been a pleasant one to find, and the food had been far better than she had expected. Yet she knew that she could only linger so much longer after having paid her bill and finished her dessert. It was time to move on for the evening and see what she could churn up for the night. As such she stood up and pulled the trench coat off of the empty chair to slip it over her shoulder. Deft fingers pulled the buttons through their holes before the belt was cinched around slender waist before she turned to leave. Red hair pushed over her shoulder as it hung to her hips in soft curls and waves. As an alluring creature she knew that she garnered stairs from men and women alike, but she gave them no indication that she knew that they stared. Instead, she lifted her head with a touch of pride and stepped out to join the ever moving crowd as she began to seek out what had been suggested to her. She had been on the hunt for a certain man, and she was hoping that she had found him. They’d met briefly ten years prior when she had been released, and she doubted that he would remember her. All she could do was try though, and try she would as she found the staircase that lead down to the bar that had taken over the basement of an older building. Drawing in a breath she rested long fingers on the railing as she started to descend the stairs and reached the door. She stared at it for a moment before walking in as she smiled about the name of the bar. Those green eyes glanced around before she wandered her way over towards the bar. Taking a seat she’d wait for the tender to ask her what she wanted, and with a sweet smile she’d tell him to surprise her as she rested her arms on the bar and leaned forward. It would be clear that her saying for him to pick her drink meant that she had some open trust. Though from the looks of her she clearly wasn’t the sort of girls you would hand a whiskey on the rocks to since she looked like she’d be more at home on the arm of a high class partner than sitting at the bar. Though there was something about her that would draw people in and make them curious about her. Like a moth to a flame people flocked and stared. Again she just ignored them as she waited for her drink while she smiled at the tender. She felt like she knew him, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she did. As such she didn’t say anything about it as she watched him.’ Odd name for a bar,’was said as she reached up to undo her coat and let it slide from her arms to rest on the back of her hair. In doing so she revealed that she wore a simple but lovely dress under it that played the curves of her body. Leaning forward again she tilted her head to the side as she drew in a deep breath. Delicate features were relaxed as she turned her gaze to the barroom as she seemed interested in what others around her were doing. The human race and all who had changed held a certain fascination for her since she had been released and allowed to wander once more. She had been found, and a few people had tried to blame her for what happened and capture her. Sadly those who had tried to do so in Greece hadn’t lived to recount that tale to anyone else. She had been with chaos too long, and it had changed her nature as it had settled into her bones. Though she couldn’t be certain as she turned back to the tender as her drink was placed before her.’ Thank you,’left her lips in a charming tone as she picked up the glass and pressed it to her lips. Those green eyes studying the tender for a few moments before dropping and turning towards the cell phone she had pulled out. Perhaps she’d wait for a time before moving on for the evening since it seemed that this bar wasn’t the worst of places for her to find herself. After Bane had been, well, reborn, some would say, he had changed looks completely, from the day he had found the woman that had been chained in the temple. He now had thick white hair, which was stylish and moved back over his head. His face had a ghost like painting on it, though people that knew him knew that it wasn’t paint, but an actual part of his face. He long black claw like nails, though they didn’t seem to get in the way of cleaning glasses or anything else, in the bartender job. He was also rather muscular, though not unattractively; his body was trained and strong, but didn’t look overly pumped up like some people in a gym, or like the demons preferred to look like, at least the male demons. Furthermore, he was dressed in an open black silk vest, with no sleeves on it. It could be buttoned up, but it wasn’t. He wore black jeans and black shoes. It gave an interesting contrast to his ghost like face, and his white thick hair, that looked rather well. His body had also changed color, from the more brown skinned soldier, to a gray-white skinned being. This was the reason that the lady that entered the room, wasn’t able to recognize him, as he was behind the bar. Nor did he recognize her, as she had changed looks over the last ten years, plus the fact that he only got a few minutes of looking at her, before everything had gone dark. As she ordered her drink, and he prepared it for her, he did get a strange feeling from her. It was a feeling that demons shared as well, though that was more intense than this one. Usually, demons gave off a chaotic atmosphere around them when they came into a room, and people knew that a demon had entered. For that reason, unless you were a demon, or a person that thought you could take on a demon and its strength, you stayed clear of those creatures. This woman though, well, she had the atmosphere of chaos, like the demons, but it was downplayed a lot. Either that or something else was circling around the woman, with or without her knowledge. Bane wasn’t sure what it could be that could downplay chaos. Usually, chaos was raw energy that was on the edge of being uncontrollable, hence the reason why demons were violent and easily got into fights. However, this woman, well, she didn’t seem intent on causing trouble in the bar, nor did she seem interested in finding a partner for the night. This woman had come for a reason that much was clear. Bane had had many customers through his bar, during the time he had had it, and none had given off the vibes that this woman was giving. Though Bane wasn’t sure he was one to talk. Where most people now a day gave off a feeling or atmosphere, some people referred to this as their ‘aura’, Bane didn’t give off anything. That was his advantage. Demons didn’t know how to categorize him; if he was strong or weak, and angels didn’t know if they should hunt him or let him be. For that reason, most left him alone and kept to the rules he had in his bar, which he had nicely written on a piece of wood, and nailed it to a sign above the bar desk ‘Don’t fight, pay for your drinks, be a gentleman to the girls, and don’t piss me off.’ That was what it said. Now though, the woman spoke about the name of the bar, and while it was a strange name for a bar, Bane didn’t think it was stranger than any of the others that had appeared after the change ten years ago. There were the ‘Kitty Kisses’, ‘Black Masks’, ‘Glowing Glory’ and many other bars, each with their own agenda. Kitty Kisses were mostly for lesbians, where ‘Black Masks’ gave the people a lady or a man to choose from, to have a night of, well, release. They of course had more than one man and one woman, but there were many bars like this one. The last one, which was in the area, ‘Glowing Glory’ was mostly for the angels and divine creatures. Or well, those that claimed divinity anyway. That bar was on a rooftop on a tall office building, and was seen as a place where the people with a lot of money, were the only ones allowed inside. Darker creatures had tried to enter, but had been refused entrance and beaten down if they hadn’t gone away by themselves, so the bar was left in relative peace from all other creatures, than the ‘Divines’. “I guess it’s strange. Depends on what your definition of strange is.” He spoke to the woman. His voice was strange, a bit hollow, like there was no tone to it. “I could point you in directions of other more strangely named bars, if that is what you are on the lookout for tonight. Though judging by your looks, and your atmosphere, you don’t seem to be looking for a specific feeling. You seem to be looking for something else.” He was cleaning a glass while he spoke to her. There weren’t too many people in the bar, even though it was a huge bar. But there were enough to keep the money flowing, and people paid good money here. “You seem a bit overdressed to be here. While I have no dress code, it could be a problem in an hour or so. The people that come here don’t take a liking to the upper class races or beings, even if they are from the same race.” He kept his eyes on her, studying her every move. Bane had learned, the hard way, not to take his eyes of any newcomers in the bar, he had been surprised a few times, and it had ended in a few trials in court, where he got off without any sentences, but he’d rather stay away from those episodes if that was possible at all. He had been attacked a few times, and he had killed the attackers, though the court had agreed it was self-defense, which it was, so Bane was happy for that, but he could do without the reputation of going to court. “Though when everything is said and done, I’d like to welcome you officially to the bar.” He said to her. And just as he did, a see-through board, not bigger than a scoreboard for dart, appeared in ghostly form besides him. There was no name on it, though there was written ‘Lady in Dress – one drink.’ On it. That however, was crossed out now, and the board disappeared again. “Every customer gets a drink on the house. It’s a way to show off the good atmosphere here.” Though there was no smile on his face as he said it. Regular customers would know he didn’t smile, at least not around customers, and Bane had decided to keep a straight face to most of the customers that came here. That way, he could uphold a personality they couldn’t count on, as they had no clues to what he liked, what he hated, and what would piss him off. A few had tried to provoke him in different ways, some had succeeded and gone home without an arm or a leg, or minor bruises, others had tried in vain and had given up instead. Demons sometimes took bets on who could provoke him into a fight, which Bane didn’t mind. At least demons didn’t press charges for body damage, so those creatures, he could take care of any way he wanted. “So, since you’re here and looking for something, or, god forbid it, looking for someone in this dump, I might be able to help you. What, or who, are you looking for?” Her aura, as many called it, was calming and inviting as she offered Bane a sweet smile. She also seemed like the balm to one’s soul that had been touched by Chaos, and indeed she was. The powers she possessed were great and vast, but primarily she was a soothing soul that walked the earth to bring calm and peace. Her release had been the reason why the wars had stopped, and she was still working against the qualm that chaos had brought into the world. Truly it was a never ending task, and it would take many who could follow after her to do so. Though it seemed like she’d have an easy time bringing people under her command with the sweet and gentle smile that crossed her lips. She was a woman that men, and women alike, would gladly go to war for. Leaning forward she rested elbows on the bar top as a hand moved to cradle her chin as she studied the man before her. Green eyes seemed to be searching and weighing him all within a few moments before she looked away and fluttered her hand at him in a dismissive gesture. ’I promise you that I won’t cause any problems for you while I’m here. After all I prefer peace to fighting,’ was said before she leaned back so she could sip at her drink once more. It was clear that the woman wasn’t one to cause trouble, but that wasn’t to say that someone wouldn’t cause trouble for her. The question was rather or not she could handle herself. Perhaps that wasn’t a question to ask though. Lifting her glass towards him in toast she took another sip before she sat it on the bar and leaned forward once again. ’Thank you,’ was said in a melodic tone as she heard his question and tilted her head to the side slightly. It was clear that she was working on if she should answer him or not, and for the moment she would skirt the question since she wasn’t sure many would take well to what she was looking for. As she shifted her dress moved and hugged to the curves that graced the woman though she seemed to be more than a mere mortal. In this day and age that wasn’t all that unusual since everyone seemed to have been changed in some manner all those years ago. Though there was something about her that would attract Bane. A pull that no one could explain while they were with the woman other than she seemed to sooth rattled nerves in both the demons and the divine as well. She was well aware that she had that sort of effect on a great many creatures, and she never once allowed her knowledge of such things to show. A good player never revealed the cards in their hand, and she played hers close to her heart at all time. Her finger moved to follow along the rim of her glass as she tilted her head to the side, and rich red hair fell over her shoulder in a perfumed cascade. A sweet scent that enticed one to nuzzle into to hallow of where her neck and shoulder met. A chance to explore the sweet scent and the places that it came from on her form. One would also realize that it would not be the best of ideas to lay hands on a lady without permission first. Even more so when you weren't sure just what that lady could possibly do. Drawing in a breath she lifted a brow as she shrugged her shoulders. 'You might not like the answer to your question if I give it to you,' was said as she reached up and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. The movement drew a few wandering eyes to her, but they soon moved on to stare at other things.' I'm looking for someone,' left her lips and she watched Bane to see how he would react to such news. It wasn't common for someone to look for others in this day and age. If one disappeared and didn't want to be found there was more often than not reasons for that. It was clear that she was sincere in her endeavor as she gave the man behind the bar a level gaze. One that spoke volumes of the woman sitting before him. Breaking the eye contact she picked up her drink and took another swig before setting it on the bar top once more. Arms crossed in front of her, and she leaned forward as she hooked her heels on a rung of her stool. Everything about her seemed more than inviting and teased at all the senses one had. If one didn't know better they might suspect her to be a lady of the night, but if one studied and watched her it would become more than clear that that was not her calling in life. There was a much deeper meaning to the woman before him, and one would wonder just who would be brave enough to explore it. Her smile still danced over her lips as she waited for his answer, and it would become clear that her patience would know almost no bounds as she just sat there quietly as the bar began to garner more business as it grew later into the evening. Bane watched as the classy woman tried to decide whether she was going to tell him what she was doing in his bar. The funny thing was that Bane didn’t care about it that much, actually he didn’t care a lot about anything to be honest, he existed just to exist, at least that was how he saw it. But this lady did give off a feeling that he seemed to recognize, though he was unsure from where he could possibly have met her before. Then again, he didn’t remember much about the old days, before everything changed, he could have met her before it all happened, and for some reason, remembered what her scent smelled like. Though she didn’t seem to recognize him, so it could just be his feelings that were acting a bit strange at the moment. He nodded a bit at her thank you, before he continued to answer to the first thing she had said “You might prefer peace, though this isn’t a place that prefer peace, it’s more a place that prefers quiet and secrecy, and most of all, regulars. People here don’t like someone asking questions about things, whether it’s got anything to do with them. And since you are looking for someone, they might be more jumpy once they arrive.” He told her, though not with any real concern in his voice. If anything should happen, he would make sure that they remembered who owned the bar. People knew very well what Bane was capable of, at least those that came on a regular basis. Strangers however, well, they learned the hard way if they wanted to stay. “As you can see, I don’t really take the news of you looking for someone gravely. If you want to look, be my guest, I’ve welcomed you to the bar, and that’s it. I can answer questions if you’d like, but I think you’ll find that I can’t help out you a lot.” He cleaned a few glasses while he was talking with her. While he didn’t give off an atmosphere, he could if he allowed his body and powers to do so, and at the moment, he was letting some of it slip out of him and surround him. It wasn’t smoke or anything, it was only his atmosphere, and while it wasn’t the chaos atmosphere that was coming out of him, it was a death feeling that came. He didn’t seem changed though, as he was standing behind the counter of the bar, looking at the woman, instead he seemed like he was just taking in the situation that was going on at the moment. He knew that the woman could bring trouble when some of the regulars would arrive, especially if there were newcomers as well, but if they could feel the atmosphere coming from Bane when they entered the bar, well, they would probably leave the woman alone, at least until she left on her own accord. Furthermore, he then took his time, looking her up and down. She was indeed a good-looking woman, and she played on her strong beauty openly. Not that Bane cared about it, but it did give him an idea of her personality and her strength in power. If she could walk around openly, asking questions about strangers and going to dark bars like his, then she had to be sure of her own strength, to risk her own wellbeing like she was at the moment. Bane sat back down on a bar stool behind the counter now, lighting a cigarette. The smoke couldn’t damage his body or different unhealthy things that were in the cigarettes, so that was a big plus for the change he had gone through. “So this person you are looking for, what kind of feeling or personality does he or she give off? I might have seen something or felt something, if you are sure that person visits bars like this one.” Though it was hardly anything he could help with, he might as well ask, to see if there was something to be worried about. If there was a stranger that was worth finding, it could be for the better or worse, so keeping an eye out for trouble would be a good idea, at least until he knew what he had to deal with, should that person enter his bar. It was strange how everything had changed when the chaos came. He had thought that people would keep most of their personalities and ways of living, despite having powers and so on, but everything had changed. At the same time though, he could understand it after the strange way he had woken up again, after finding the temple. That was one of the bigger things, he did remember before the change, the temple that he had stumbled upon as a soldier, before he had blacked out. While he was thinking about that memory, sitting on the barstool, purple smoke came from his head, which spelled out the word ‘Temple’. This was something that happened when he thought about something that had a great importance in his life, or that he felt strongly about; however, he couldn’t exactly control it, as it usually just happened by itself when he was lost in thoughts, which sometimes gave people an idea of what he was thinking about. All these powers that he had acquired after he had woken up from his change, had been for the better in his opinion. He no longer had to work as a soldier, even though he did like feeling he could make a difference, but instead, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to, and that pleased him. People said that the change that happened with the chaos usually reflected what you felt inside yourself. Well if that was true, Bane wasn’t sure exactly what he had been feeling his whole life as a human, because he sure as hell wasn’t a soft person anymore. He had the murderous urges, even though he didn’t give off an atmosphere of anything, but he could control those urges. It was urges that made him feel, comfortable, without having to actually follow up on them; it was more like it was part of his being, and not part of his plans to do something. He was still lost in the temple thought, and the word was still written out in the purple fog-like smoke, while he took drags of his cigarette. Leaning back in her seat she watched the tender with a lifted brow as he seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. She had always found it interesting to watch people, and he was providing her with enough entertainment that she didn’t feel the need to hurry herself along. It also helped that the whispering she had heard all said that he had been a part of the temple being re-opened over a decade ago. She had been hopeful after hearing this since she had followed far too many dead ends at this point in her search. As she felt his aura start to seep out she lifted a brow towards him as she did her best to help rein her own in. It was a natural reaction that was a blessing as much as a curse in her opinion was the fact that she reacted when she felt anything hostile starting to approach her. Her nature was to calm and nurture, and that wasn’t the best of reactions to the surrounding situation. Letting out a slow breath she nodded her head as she settled in once more. Hearing his words she allowed her lips to turn up into a smile that seemed to indicate that she perhaps knew more than she was giving on to. ’Perhaps if you knew what I was looking for you would care a bit more,’ left her lips in cryptic speak. She had started to relax more as she sat there and interacted with the tender. Who was also garnering more of her attention than he really should have been granted. It was difficult for her not to give it to him as he seemed to be of interest at least for the moment, and she hoped that perhaps he could help her point to the person that she sought after. Then again he could also be of the mind that unless you were of Chaos you shouldn’t matter in their affairs because she was certain by this point she was certain that he had been touched by It. Though that would be a matter for another time and place. For now, she was more concerned with the present as she watched the man before her as he settled onto his stool. Her nose wrinkled as he struck up a cigarette as she found them to be one of the worst habits. She kept her thoughts to herself though as she watched thought bubbles begin to appear over his head. Tilting her head to the side she watched as this had been the first time she had run into such a thing, and she was sure that it would be the only time as well. His thoughts revealed a few things here and there and most of it she brushed off since she was of the thought that such things were private, and not for others to intrude upon. Even so she couldn’t help but watch them as they appeared even as she tried her best to turn her attention towards the rest of the bar as people began to filter their way in as she's evening wore on. After a time one of his thought bubbles fully caught her attention as she turned her attention towards him. Her eyes narrowed for a few moments before she leaned forward and folded her arms on the bar top. At that moment her attitude seemed to change as she tilted her head off to the side. This time she didn’t bother correcting her hair as she studied the man before her. Thinking over his last question she shook her head as she let out a slow breath. ’Sadly I don’t know what this person is like after the change. I do know that he was a soldier and has possibly been touched by Chaos. Other than that I have no further information,’ was offered as she picked up her drink and finished it. She felt that now was a good time for her to leave so that she could mill over the information that she had been given, and perhaps she would visit the bar again soon to continue talking to the man at the bar. May hap he could offer her more information into the person she was looking for. After all she was certain that he wasn’t him as she stood up and pulled her coat onto her shoulder as she offered him a parting smile. ’If you do hear anything then please feel free to contact me,’ was said as she pulled out a business card and laid it on the bar for him to take at his leisure. It was a well-designed card with the writing in a flourished hand that had clearing been taught the art of calligraphy. Her name was emboldened in silver leaf that played well on the black background of the card. It also said that she was a broker but of what it didn’t say. With a final nod she turned and left the bar to stares that clearly said that they were sad that such a lovely thing was leaving, and as she did so the room seemed to lose some brightness when the door shut behind her. She waited a few moments to see what the aura of the bar did before she started up the stairs and joined into the flowing crowd to walk back to the hotel she had taken up residence in. Once within the confines of her room she peeled off her jacket and the dress was soon to follow as she made her way towards the shower. Thoughts rambled through her head as she basked in the warm water for some time before pulling herself out of it. After she had ordered food and settled in she made a few phone calls to some of her friends. It was helpful to be an information broker in this day and age as she soon had a few answers to her own questions. She now had a path to follow and all was left to do was to walk down it. In doing so she hoped that she could discover questions to many of the answers that were in her head. The most prominent one being just how he was able to release her. It shouldn’t have been possible, and yet somehow he had done so. There were legends and prophecies that pointed to just how he was able to, but she wasn’t always one for such things. Drawing in a breath she looked towards her now empty plate and shook her head as a wry grin crossed her face. It seemed that she was finally coming to an end in her chase, and it was a pleasant feeling. Now to see if it was true and if all of her hair work would come to fruition or not. She decided that she would give it a few days before she dared to return to the bar. It was better to let things sit and simmer instead of forcing it all to boil over. It wasn’t every day that you meet the Goddess you freed from her supposed eternal prison after all, and she didn’t want to scare off people just yet. With that she got up and crawled into the oversized king bed and drifted off to sleep.

RhinSama and Valchyrie - A Chaotic Change|rating:4.0

The Pregnant Scientist (NEEDS NEW PLAYERS!, ANYTHING GOES)

Reiko Usage was a world-renowned scientist at the age of 25. She looked like a cute, unassuming Japanese woman and in public was shy and sweet. In her lab, though, she was something different entirely. She would be cruel to her test subjects, doing whatever she wanted to them in the name of science. She was studying gene splicing for the army and had not been seen by her colleagues in ages. Furthermore, she had retreated to her lab, preforming experiments on whatever sort of person was unlucky enough to find her secluded castle in the wilderness of Canada. She rubbed her belly with a smile. A few months ago she had regressed some of her subjects to reconstitute them with her DNA and had really grown to like having them in there. Her new triplets made her pregnant for the next year or so and gave her milk to reward good prisoners with. That was good, because she was almost tired of rewarding them with sex. Almost. She usually wore a black leather bikini under a white lab coat with her jet black hair down to her shoulders. She loved tempting her subjects. Reiko heard on her wireless radio that a tour bus had crashed nearby. She grinned, hoping some would find her castle so she could run more experiments. Maybe she could finally get some real work done...((This is a simple, straightforward RP with DOM/sub, more and TF themes. Just write an intro paragraph explaining how you got here if you aren't already one of Reiko's subjects, and you will be automatically approved. Anything goes, so have fun!)) Reiko sat at her desk outside her lab. She massaged her belly gently to keep it from getting stretch marks. She was wearing her black bikini and lab coat as well as some knee-high leather boots. Cindy sighed looking for help was a little tricky for her, the blue-eyed girl moved forward pushing past some bushes, she look don to a castle before her, she blinked slightly wondering if she could get help there. Cindy smiled moving forward her bare feet making little nice as she approached the castle door, she smiled slightly panting knocking three times on the castles wooden door. Reiko stood and laboriously waddled to the door. She flung it open to see Cindy looking at her. "Hey there." She said. Smiling at Cindy. "What brings you to my home?" Cindy blinked slightly looking at the woman before her, she bowed slightly as a sign of respect a small smile upon her face "I came looking for help my our bus crashed." Christy is already one of Reiko's experiments. She was a beautiful girl that one day came to the castle and thanks to Reiko's experiments she had completely changed. She isn't a human anymore, her DNA was mixed with the one of a fox and fur grew all over her body, she also grew a tail. But because it was DNA from a male fox she had transformed into a her. Christy sighed while she was in her room and heard knocks on the door." More victims for her." She thought. Sam was a young man with dark hair and a lean but fit figure, hiking in the nearby area. Although a regular, he'd never taken this trail before and was surprised to find an old castle out here secluded, with no obvious reason for to be there. Curious he approached, making his way through thick shrubbery to get closer, spotting the large door and Reiko and Christy there, strangers to him. He was surprised that such a place would be populated. Fascinated he plucked up his strength and moved closer, eager to see what this place was, approaching the door hastily. Reiko smiled. "Well, I'm sure we can do something. Come inside." She said, waddling in and leaving the door open for Cindy and anyone else. She patted her belly, thinking of all the fun the new meat could provide when her mind wandered to Christy. A small grin appeared on her face. "Cindy, I have a friend you should meet..." She said, leaving the room. She unlocked Christy's cage. "Go to the den, slave." She demanded. Cindy blinked slightly stepping forward into the room she smiled looking about the place a pleasant grin on her face wondering just what the girl was up to now. Christy looked up when Reiko opened her cage." Mistress, what do you want me to do?" She asked. She had given up long ago to resist Reiko's commands. Sam watched the two girls enter, the door left ajar. Baffled he picked up his pace and quickly jogged to the door, slowing to a walk as he cautiously entered, seeing Cindy standing there. He eagerly approached her smiling and curious." Hey, are you the owner of this place? My name's Sam, can't believe I've never seen this castle before..." he asked, introducing himself as he gazed at the wondrously large room and it's lavish interior. He couldn't understand how such a place could be kept so secret. Reiko tied a leash to Christy. "Come in here and help me break this new guest." She said, walking in Christy. She smiled at Cindy. "Dear, would you mind getting naked?" She said, petting Christy. She was surprised to see Sam who she had not noticed. "Oh, you're new. Do you want some milk?" She said, cupping her large bosoms. Cindy blinked slightly looking at Reiko "naked?" she asks confused, she laughed aloud a pleasant grin on her face "no I don't want to get naked there's a man here so no." Reiko stepped forward. "Get naked, dear, our I will have to make you spend some time in Christy's here's stomach. Sam blushed, his eyes widening at Reiko's gorgeous figure." Uh...no, I think I made a mistake, sorry to bother you, but I must leave..." he said, freaked out and a little frightened, backing slowly away, smiling falsely to seem polite. Cindy blinked slightly shaking her head, reluctantly she slowly removed her clothes standing naked before the group an embarrassed look upon her face. Christy marred a bit when she was petted. She smiled when she noticed Cindy and Sam but didn't talk to them while she acted like Reiko's pet. Reiko went to her door and locked it, slipping off her lab coat and unclasping her bra, her boobs bouncing out as if glad to be released. "But you look so thirsty." She said, rubbing her pregnant belly. "At least you could lick my big boots or belly first..." She said. She let go of Christy's leash, effectively siccing her on Cindy. "Get her girl." She whispered. Cindy blinked slightly wondering what the boy would do, she waved briefly at Christy taking a few steps away from the group blushing a deep red color. "I said get her!" Reiko whispered to her pet. He gasped as she locked the door and then his jaw dropped as she undressed before him, admiring her beautiful body and full figure." Eh..." he mumbled before coming to his senses, turning to Cindy with worry and then Christy with fear. "No, I can't...this is strange, who are you?" He asked, afraid and worried. Christy's smile grew bigger, and she pounced at Cindy after Reiko's command and pinned her on the ground. Her tail was wagging happily while she licked Cindy's face. "I'm Dr Reiko Usage." She said, aware that her name had been in the media a couple of years ago for odd experiments. She sat on her sofa. "Oh, and if you try to leave... Well, let's just say there are things in the woods that even I don't know about." She said menacingly. "Gas!" Cindy yells in surprise keeping underneath Christy, she squirmed trying to push the girl from her, she groaned "hey get off me get off me now please!" He gulped as he heard her threat, fear growing as he watched the fox woman pounce on the young girl, Reiko intimidating him with her smile." Why are you doing this?!" he asked, confused and scared. "Because I'm just a lonely scientist who wants to make the world better." She said, patting her belly as she laid next to Cindy on the floor and peeled off her leather panties, putting them in Cindy's mouth. "So what kind of fun will we all be having?" She said, stroking her belly, grinning. Nervously he approached the three women, plucking up some courage." Hey...let her go, I don't what your doing but...she wants you to let her go, so do it, or I'll... I'll..." he threatened, weakly, waving his fist around. "You'll do what?" Reiko asked amused. "Maybe I'll splice you with snake DNA..." Christy was still holding Cindy, waiting for Reiko to tell her what to do with that girl. "What?!" he exclaimed, frightened. "Don't you touch me, or do anything to me... I'll hurt you!" Sams threats were weak, but he was growing desperate." Now, please let her go!" Cindy screamed out in terror through the gag, she groaned squirming about on the floor, doing her best to try and get free and to spit our the panties that gagged her. Reiko smiled. "Christy, I want you to fuck our new subject." She said as she stood up and walked towards Sam. "Come now, you would hurt a pregnant lady, would you?" She asked, rubbing her round gut innocently and acting like her belly was heavier than it really was. "I... I might..." he said nervously, his intention doubtful, unsure what to do. "...just, stop this and let us leave..." He pleaded weakly, now backed up against the wall corner. (You want Christy to fuck Cindy, don't you?) Christy growled a bit and started to lick Cindy's breasts. Her cock began to grow out of her sheath. (Oops. Yeah, that's what I meant.) Reiko just smiled and hugged Sam. "You know you want me..." She said. (Unfortunately I have to go to bed)Cindy went wide-eyed with shock, struggling to shake her head desperately a terrified look on her face trying to beg for her freedom. Feeling her body pressed against his, an erection began to grow in Sam's pants, but he resisted, pushing her away with some reluctance." No... I don't know exactly what you are, but you're cruel and...evil, don't touch me!" he retorted, almost trembling. (Aww, ok.) Reiko snickered. "There's no resisting!" She said, grinning. She began fondling Sam's erection through his pants. "Don't you want to pound my plump, pregnant pussy?" She said, her lips barely an inch from his. "Yes there is... I'm going now!" he said running scared to the locked door wrestling with the handle to no avail, desperate to escape. Christy continued to lick Cindy's breasts and forced her legs apart. She lowered herself down and Cindy could fell the tip of her cock poking her cunt." I'll enjoy this." She whispered in her ear before she pushed in. Reiko grabbed Sam. "Remember what I said about the woods?" She said, kissing him deeply. Her lips were laced with a mild aphrodisiac... (BRB, I have to run to the store.) (Cool, no worries)He wasn't sure why but that kiss and those words suddenly made him give in, forgetting his concerns and fears. Sam began kissing her back deeply and passionately, his erection growing and his lust and heat intensifying. (I'm back)Reiko moaned, pressing her pregnant belly against him. "Pooh, you like that don't you?" She said lustfully. Suddenly a flutter of wings could be heard as a human girl who looked to be about 18 years old walked in she was all female except for the fact she also had a cock but that wasn't her oddest feature she had large white hawk wings and the tail feathers of the same color the wings right now being folded behind her back her white hair was short in an almost bob cut type fashion except it had been combed that a bang covered half of her eyes from the outside inward of her eyes her belly bulging and movement in it showed someone was in there as she spoke in a calm cruel tone of voice "mistress I caught once of your rats that tried to escape....." Reiko smiled. "Good my pet." She turned to her new guests. "I hope now you see that escape is useless." She said to them, stroking her belly. Cindy gasped her eyes going wide with shock and watering feeling the cock enter her, she squirmed desperately trying to push the girl from her body. The her girl who went by the name tali looked over to Cindy and Christy "mistress can I just digest and absorb this little rat boy in my belly? I haven't gotten hold of mouse DNA before...." tali was able to absorb the DNA of those she devoured thereby letting her change appearance at will Christy enjoyed Cindy's struggles. She pushed her cock deeper until it is completely in. Christy marred softly when she started to thrust in and out of Cindy. "Go ahead and absorb him." Reiko said. She began fingering herself as Christy fucked Cindy. Tali nodded walking over and sitting against a wall her belly gurgling and the struggles getting even more active though not even Christy great hearing could hear the screams of the person in talks belly (Hey...is it cool if I join?)Meanwhile, nearby the castle a boy around 17 years old was walking through the path before noticing the Castle." What the...a Castle?" He wondered. (I think the people don't mind, but we have to wait for Emperor_Palatine to continue the story.) (Sure, go for it. If the others don't return, assume they're in a pen in five posts.) Reiko laughed, fondling her new subjects. "Oh yes, we're going to have fun!" She said. (Thanks)The Boy approached the Castle slowly. Tali blinked and got up shifting to the form of a feral white wolf as she sniffed the air "mistress I smell something outside....do you want me to find out if it's a new toy for you?" "What's a castle doing way out here?" He muttered glancing around in a concerned way. "Yes please." Reiko said, rubbing her belly as she put her lab coat on over her nude, pregnant body. The Boy began walking to the entrance of the castle slowly. Tali nodded and shrinks to the form of a small white feral mouse a gift from her now absorbed occupant as she slips out a small hole in the wall her white fur letting her blend in pertly as she looks around before spotting the boy and running back inside "it's a boy mistress.... and he is near the front door" her voice was really squeaky in her mouse form but that made it kinda cute The boy gulped as he reached the doors. "Hm... bring him to me and see if her wants to be a pregnant male..." She said, grinning menacingly with many experiments in mind. The boy gulped before knocking on the doors. Tali nodded going to her human form though she went not a pure female version as she answered the door nude yet not bothered by the cold "hello....." The Boy blushed big time seeing the nude woman but regained his composure." Hello... I was wondering if I could take shelter from the cold?" He asked. Tali nodded "of course... but we have to go see the mistress first thing" she stepped to the side to allow him entry The Boy nodded and walked in"Thank you," He whispered. Reiko sat on the couch, her new subjects being sent away to pens with Christy. "Welcome!" She said, her body hidden by her lab coat. The Boy looked up at Reiko and smiled and bowed his head." Thank you for letting me in." He said in a polite voice. Once the boy was inside she closed the door and locked it as she motioned the boy towards Reiko and bowed before going off to check on some other experiments she was a loyal servant and also sometimes she helped assist with Ramos experiments The Boy watched Tali walk away before looking at Reiko. "Well, boy." She said, unfolding her lab coat. "What do you think of my pregnant belly?" He blushed." I-it looks good on you Miss," He said still wearing his heavy coat. "Tell me, would you like to be pregnant?" She asked. Christy had finished raping to girl before she was sent back to her room by Reiko. "W-what!?" The Boy said shocked. "Yeah..." Reiko said, bringing out a syringe. "I can make you pregnant with this fun little chemical..." She said deviously. The Boy's eyes widened." But...how is that possible?" He said. "Oh its just some experimental science." She said as she injected him. "Tell me how you feel?" She said, patting her own bulging belly. The Boy's eyes widened as he groaned and clutched his stomach already feeling something happening inside him. Reiko smiled. "Oh, this look interesting." She said, tightening her hip high boots "Maybe you'll even grow breasts!" She said, excitedly rubbing his belly. "What's your name anyway?" "Nigel," He said as he feels to his knees as he looked at his belly. Reiko grinned as Nigel's belly swelled out to nine months pregnant. She smiled, rubbing her larger belly. "Good, it should stay like that for a year or so." She said, kissing Nigel's pregnant swell. "No you might grow some milky boobs for that baby. And don't be surprised if you become a her, but that's less likely. "Therm? You mean... I'll be getting women's parts?" Nigel asked as he faintly blushed from Reiko kissing his belly. "Maybe." The pretty Asian said. "I just don't know." She mused. "I do hope you make milk though." Nigel blushed." If it...pleases you... I'll try." Nigel said in a scared tone. Reiko grinned when she saw Nigel grow a large pair of DD breasts. "Very good." She said. "Now let's put you on the sofa." She said, sitting him down on her comfy couch. Nigel blushed seeing the breasts before looking at Reiko. Reiko smiled and sat next to Nigel, rubbing his pregnant belly. "How do you feel?" "Weird right now Miss Reiko," Nigel whispered before looking at Reiko's belly. "Oh, do you like my belly?" Reiko asked, rubbing it. "I could let you spend some time in it..." "Can I.rub it Miss Reiko?" Nigel asked. "Go ahead." She said, sweetly. Nigel blushed and gently rubbed Reiko's belly. Christy was very bored in her room. She lay on her bed and sighed. Reiko began to rub Nigel's belly too. "Does that feel good?" She asked. "Y-yes," Nigel said as he continued rubbing Reiko's belly. Reiko pressed a button to send for Christy. "Good." She said. Because we're going to try something... Nigel just continued rubbing Reiko's belly faintly smiling now. (Waiting for others.) Christy noticed that the door of her room was opened automatic. She knew that it meant Reiko had called for her. She stood up from the bed and went to her mistress. "AH, Christy! I want you to have your way with Nigel here. I need to see what it will do to his pregnancy and boobs." She said. Nigel widened his eyes and turned to Christy. Christy smiled when she saw the pregnant boy. She nodded to Reiko's order and quickly went over to Nigel, sitting on his lap and kissed him. Nigel blushed but kissed back wrapping his arms around Christy. Reiko began to rub her pussy, watching what was happening. "You're a cute one, aren't you?" She asked while she moved her hand down to Nigel's crotch and rubbed it softly. Nigel blushed." T-thank you," He said feeling her hands on his crotch as he moved his hands to her breasts. Reiko leaned over and began sucking Nigel's breasts while he was being rubbed by Christy. Reiko found his breasts were full of delicious milk. "Christy! Try his milk before I drink any more, so I can see if pregnant boy milk has any strange effects." Nigel groaned at the feeling.(So will his milk have any effects?) (I want you and Christy to decide that. Use your imagination and don't be afraid to get weird.) Christy marred softly and grabbed Nigel's cock gently, starting to stroke it. With her other hand she hugged him and kissed him again. Reiko leered at her experiments. "Christy, I said try his milk!" Nigel groaned as he brought his unmanned breast to Christy mouth while he kissed her.(How about his milk is an aphrodisiac?) (Fine with me) Christy looked over at Reiko." You said I should have my way with him. But testing his milk is also good." She said with a smile before she turned back to Nigel's breasts. She sucked on it and moaned from the sweet taste. Reiko noticed that as Christy drank Nigel's milk, her pussy was getting wetter and her dick was getting harder. Reiko began drinking it herself, making her pussy crave release. Nigel looked at them." What's wrong." He asked them both." My... Milk did this?" Nigel asked before he removed his pants showing off his dick. Reiko looked up. "Yes it did!" She said. "I am going to be rich! Your milk is the best aphrodisiac ever! I might never let you give birth, just so you keep making this!" She said as she licked his pregnant belly. Nigel groaned. After Christy drank Nigel's Milk she suddenly felt very horny. She moaned softly and reached down again to stroke Nigel's cock for some seconds before she positioned it at her entrance. Reiko moved Christy aside. "Sorry, I need to fuck him!" She said as she mounted him and squeezed their bellies together as she rode him, their boobs bouncing around. In a corner of her mind, she wondered if Nigel's sperm would change her or anything. Nigel moaned as Reiko and him had sexed his belly and breasts pressed against Reiko's while his manhood was thrust deep into her. Reiko groaned. "Oh yeah! I'm going to cum!!!" She said, gripping Nigel's belly. Nigel gripped her back." Me too!" He said before cumming inside Reiko. Reiko gasped as she came at the same time and fell back. "Oh, that was wonderful, experiment. Now, what do you think your cum will do to my pregnant body?" After Reiko had pushed her aside Christy groaned in frustration before she started to pleasure herself. She stroked her cock with one hand and finger her pussy with her other hand. "I don't know...maybe get you pregnant with another baby..." Nigel said holding Reiko close as he laid on top of her. Sure enough, Reiko's belly swelled out with one more baby. "Oh, you're good." She said, making a note of the effects. "Now, let's see if you can take Christy there up your ass." She said, menacingly. Nigel then to his own surprise smirked." My pleasure," He said as he kissed Reiko's cheek before walking over to the pleasuring Christy and grabbed her hips. Reiko watched Nigel, admiring his pregnant body as he set to work. Nigel quickly pushed his dick into Christy's rear and grunted."tight," He complimented. Christy was busy with her own pleasure and didn't notice Nigel until he grabbed her ass.She moaned softly and lifted her tail so he could do what he wanted. Nigel pushed his dick deep into Christy's rear while grabbing her breasts. "That's great." Reiko said. "But I want you to ass more her." She said, rubbing Christy's boobs. "What?" Nigel said looking at her confused. "Yes, I want you to eat her with your ass." She said, plainly. She slapped his pregnant belly a little. "Um...okay," Nigel said not knowing how it worked before moving to Christy's feet and began moving them towards his ass. Reiko began pushing Christy in, making out with her. Christy moaned softly when she was fucked up the butt. She was close to her climax and panted hard. Nigel cummed into her rear first before moving Christy's feet into his asshole. When Christy felt the warm cum in her ass she climaxed, too. Her warm cum landed on the ground. Sunddenly she felt her feet in Nigel's butt, and she wiggled them softly. Nigel groaned as he began swallowing Christy up his ass. Reiko began pushing Christy in and making her suck her pregnant tits before she went up Nigel's ass. Nigel groaned as Christy went up his ass till only her face could be seen between his ass cheeks. Her legs quickly were vanished in Nigel's butt. Reiko gave Christy more milk. If Nigel pulled too quick, he might get Reiko, too. Nigel pulled Christy full in not noticing Reiko was so close. Reiko's head and arms and breasts had gotten pulled in, too. She began struggling, hoping he couldn't fit her pregnant belly. Christy was surprised that Nigel could take her in so fast. She curled up in his ass after she was completely inside. She also rubbed the soft walls a bit. Nigel groaned and continued pushing Reiko in not knowing it was Reiko he was swallowing. Soon, Reiko's belly and legs were in and she ruled up next to Christy. "Well this is great." She said, kicking. She still had on her hip high leather boots. Nigel groaned sitting on the chair holding the two women inside him. Soon Christy noticed that someone was joining her in Nigel's bowls." Mistress? You want to come in here, too?"She asked. Nigel sat down." What a day..." He muttered rubbing his stomach, "No, it was an accident." She said, kicking hard. "LET ME OUT!" She screamed. Tali would walk back into the room in her normal winged her girl form looking at a paper on a clipboard "mistress one of the experiments are acting up it....." she blinks noticing Nigel but no Reiko "mistress?" Nigel flinched." What.... Miss Reiko?" Nigel said just hearing her scream. Reiko wiggled inside the pregnant boy. "Shit me out, or I'll turn you into a woman!" tali was able to hear Reiko and walked over glaring at Nigel just the look in her eyes showed she would hurt him if he didn't do it right away a hand turning into a feline paw with claws included "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Nigel said before he began crapping Reiko out. He looked at Tali." It was an accident!" He said. Reiko came out, surprisingly clean but still dirty. "That's good, Nigel." She said. After a quick shower, she returned, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Now, do you want to be more pregnant or have other changes?" She asked, feeling Christy and Nigel's babies inside him. Nigel gulped." Um...more changes?" Nigel asked looking at Tali. (is it too late for me to join?) Reiko nodded. "Oh yeah. I combine people with animals and plants and gender swaps... Sometimes I even merge them or split them into two entirely new people. The only limit is imagination. Just ask Tali." (Not at all! Go ahead) Um...can you give...vine like tentacles? On my back?" Nigel asked. Tali returned her hand to normal after Reiko got out then turned to her when she returned "mistress one of your plant experiments is acting a bit odd...."(I might drop out of this cause you guys are going pretty fast and I'm having trouble keeping up) (Sorry that's mostly my fault)Inside Nigel's bowels his walls were hugging Christy. Christy was still in Nigel sass and wiggled a bit inside. "What do you mean odd?" Reiko asked, mixing some chemicals for Nigel. Nigel watched as his ass was hugging Christy. "It's started to react badly to its meals... and rather than getting stronger as you had predicted is withering away slowly mistress..." tali hands the clip board over to her (ill let you come up with the reason for that and such Reiko) "What're you feeding it?" Nigel asked. "It seems as if it has a genetic need now to combine with something else or else it will become unstable. Well, the woman I turned into that plant was always rather clingy. Guess what, Nigel! I'm making you part plant! Bring me the plant, Tali." Reiko said.(Is Jester coming?) "What?" Nigel said. Will fair had been wondering of ages, his fine white fur was all matted and deity. He was an author bunny-fox, long bunny like ears and facial features but with a fox like tail and fur coat. His shirt was long gone, exposing his toned torso, not overly succulent but visible. His jeans were torn and filthy, more black than blue now. He knocks on Reiko's door, panting heavily. Reiko's door opened automatically, showing him to the room with the others. Reiko turned in surprise. "Ooh! A new subject!" She said. "Make yourself at home, I was in an experiment." She said, making Nigel drink some chess. Nigel drank the chess and waited for the change. Tali nodded and walked off soon returning with the plant it looked like a slightly oversized Venus fly trap though Reiko knew it could actually and should be much larger than it was right then Reiko shoved the plant into Nigel and waited to see the change. She rubbed his belly for comfort. Nigel groaned as he started to turn part plant. "Wait, what will happen to me?" Christy shouted from Nigel's butt. "You.should be fine... I'm still going to have an ass... I think," Nigel groaned during the transformation. Willfair barely got inside before collapsing, he was Packard. Him gut let loss a very long grumble, ''so...Hungary,'' he looked like he'd not eaten in the past day or two. Reiko saw Nigel's feet turning into roots as well as part of his legs. She hoped his ass would stay. All that happened to his ass was the skin turned Green, but it stayed the same, as his skin turned green and many vine like tentacles came out his back. Reiko quickly dragged Will fair over and began breastfeeding him while she watched her experiment. Nigel groaned as he looked like a Green Skinned human his hands and part of his arms were roots like his feet and legs, and multiple vine like tentacles coming out of his back with the tips looking like cocks. Willfair suckled from Reiko happily, her rich, creamy milk was just what he needed to recover. When he had drank his fill, his white belly bulging slightly, he hugged her, ''thank you, kind mistress''. Christy was glad that she neither was trapped inside Nigel nor absorbed and fused with him. Nigel opened his eyes and looked over himself." Wow." He said. Reiko smiled, rubbing Nigel's belly. "I need someone to get in your womb to check on your baby. Do you have anyone in mind??" She said, trying a drop of his milk. "Well you could if you want Mistress?" Nigel teased. Reiko smiled. "Ok, but do you think you can fit me? The way it is right now, the only way to your womb is through your dick, and I'm a bit big..." Dante, an officer who was investigating a crash from the nearby road, was puzzled at the fact one driver was missing from the scene. No skid marks and nobody, so that meant the body (if there was one), wasn't dumped nearby. As the Italian with long black hair, crisp green eyes, muscular body but not to the point of a muscle head but that of a runner, with lightly tanned skin walked down the road and followed a path of faint footprints that haven't been washed completely away by the recent rain, she noticed a mansion of all things in front of her. She holstered her flashlight and knocked. "Hello in there!" She called out. "We're in here!" Reiko called out to officer Dante. She hoped she had room for a new experiment. If not, she could always use more subjects to feed her babies. Nigel smirked." I think I got another solution," Nigel said showing Reiko the Tentacles that were waving around. "Oh? How are you going to get me in there with those?" She said. Nigel smirked and one of them seemed to open up like a flower showing a deep long gullet like a snake throat. Reiko smiled, rubbing Nigel's pregnant belly. "Good boy. Now, be sure to take care of Will fair while I'm inside you, and be sure to send any new guests inside to see me." She said, kissing his belly before waddling to his back and putting her legs in. "Okay mistress," Nigel smiled as he began swallowing Reiko down the tentacle as it squeezed and rubbed against her feet and legs as she went down. Nigel also kept an eye on Will fair. Reiko rubbed her belly. Maybe she could also finally find out what happened to Christy while she was in him. Nigel now had her down to her hips and began swallowing her large belly. Still inside his rear was Christy. Reiko moaned as she went in Nigel's new orifice. She was worried that Will fair or whoever called into the mansion from the door might hurt her experiments, but she knew Nigel would try to keep them safe. She felt something weird at her feet as she was going in. "This will be interesting..." Nigel could taste Reiko as she went down his tentacle and licked his lips." You taste amazing Mistress," He whispered." And don't worry my vines will make sure no one harms your experiments," Nigel said as he stroked Reiko's hair. "Good. Make sure to eat anyone who tries anything. The lab is counting on you." She said as her belly and boobs went in. She wondered how hard it would be to get out. It seemed like Nigel liked having her inside. Nigel closed his eyes."Oh, man.that feels good," Nigel whispered before he swallowed down Reiko's head. Reiko was now in Nigel's womb. She rubbed her belly as she looked around. Finally, she discovered that Nigel's babies had multiplied. There were now 5 of them instead of one, and they were turning into plant monsters. "Remarkable. I could sell this to the military and make them super soldiers." She said, thinking of hundreds of Nigel's making thousands of monsters. She felt something weird near her belly. "Nigel, sweetie... Are you trying to attach an umbilical to your master?" She asked, slightly worried. "I don't think so...why what's happening in there?" Nigel asked rubbing his belly. "Because there is an umbilical cord trying to attach to me, and it feels like you closed your gullet." Reiko said, starting to move more urgently, making Nigel's belly shake. Nigel groaned." I don't know why it's doing that," Nigel said trying to stop the umbilical cord from harming his mistress. Reiko decided to just bite the umbilical so it wouldn't get her. She bit down, hoping it would go away, and the gullet would open back up. The Cord wriggled in Reiko's grip. Nigel then noticed the tentacle he used to swallow Reiko down was back to its normal cock look rather than the huge flower Reiko felt that the cord didn't stop and that the gullet was gone. "Dammit Nigel! Am I trapped?" She said, fearing she was for the time. "I think when my tentacle returned to its normal state the entrance/exit for you vanished," Nigel said as he turned the tentacle back to it's flower/snake form." How is it now?" Nigel asked. Reiko gasped as an umbilical finally fused to her navel. "Dammit Nigel! It didn't work. I can't find the exit, and now I have an umbilical cord." She said, feeling where it fused with her pregnant belly. It felt like it was pumping liquids into her. "Can you tell what it's doing to me?" She asked. "I think it's making you part plant like me," Nigel said. "Remarkable!" Reiko said as she felt her babies transform into plant monsters like Nigel's. That was the first step. In the next, flowers grew in her long, black hair and her skin got slightly green. Nigel smiled." So.your not mad?" Nigel asked. "I'm pissed as hell, but I'm a scientist and I want to see what it's doing to me..." She said. Nigel nodded."oh." He said as Reiko was becoming part plant inside him. (Last post before we wait for others.) Reiko rubbed her breasts and belly. "It feels like the change has stopped. I still can't find a way out and this cord is still on me." She said, worried. (Alright we wait) ((Whoa, I got left!)) Dante had opened the door and had a bad feeling about the place, even if it looked nice. It had a vibe on it that is escaping her, though it's on the tip of her tongue. Taking out her flashlight, she looked around for life that was here. She saw a shadow in the distance that looked humanoid and yet alien as well. "Hello?" She called, caution filling her voice. Reiko moved in the womb, making a very visible bulge in Nigel's belly as she did. Nigel heard Data coming and got his vines ready to capture her if needed. Dante walked past Nigel and stopped immediately. "Mary, mother of God!" She exclaimed, looking at Nigel in surprise. "The hell happened to you?! You look like some experiment!" She said, looking at the hermaphrodite plant-like being in front of him.((Terms have both sex organs, and since he has both reproductive organs, might as well call Nigel that. (Um...he doesn't have a Vagina, he's got breasts but no vagina)Nigel's vines quickly wrapped around Dante's arms and legs and tied her up. Reiko heard something outside. "Let me out! I have to see it!" She said, trying in vain to find an exit from Nigel. "Don't worry mistress, a visitor I caught," Nigel said to her." Want me to bring her in to meet you?" Nigel asked. Reiko smiled. "MMM... Yes, I'd love that." She said. "My pleasure," Nigel smirked as one of his vines opened up like a flower like it did to Reiko and hovered over Dante. ((Oh.)) Dante was officially creeped out by this, she's hearing a female voice within the... experiment's body She was heard originally to investigate a missing person, not this nutcase of a house. "Alright, what the hell is going on?!" She demanded. "Don't worry my dear," Nigel said as he kissed Dante's cheek." You'll know soon enough," Nigel said as the head of his tentacle covered Dante's head and began swallowing her. Reiko saw someone entering the womb. After some work by Nigel, Dante's body was sliding down his tentacle's gullet and into his womb. Dante grabbed the tentacle and tried prying it off, she's yelling as she did so, as so much was happening for her to fully register. But the grip was too strong, and she was slowly being swallowed down. Reiko was happy to see Dante coming and put pussy so that Dante would land on it, eating her out. Nigel groaned as Dante was now with Reiko inside his womb. She still continued to struggle, if pointless as she felt more and more of her body enter Nigel. Compared with Reiko, who Dante had of yet to meet, she would be a simple thing to swallow. She then landed in a small room within Nigel and came to see a pregnant Again woman. "Hi." Dante said, waving weakly. Nigel smiled." Two hot women inside me, what a day," He chuckled as he slid Dante down his tentacles and into his womb were Reiko's clit was eating for her. She started punching and kicking, she's demanding to be set free from her fleshy prison. "Don't bother cutey, your stuck in there," Nigel said rubbing his belly. Reiko smiled, kissing the woman. "I'm Reiko, a pregnant Asian plant girl... and I own this lab." She said. "Who are you?" Just then unknown to Dante an umbilical cord was slowly slithering towards her like it did to Reiko. "I am Beatrice Durante DI' Antoine, but everyone calls me Dante." She said, shocked at the sight of Reiko. Reiko laughed as Dante got an umbilical. "It's good to meet you." She said. "Well it looks like Nigel's body is turning you into a plant person like me. Between that and the monsters that used to be his babies, I think he's becoming some sort of hive queen for plant beings. It's remarkable. I feel like I could love him." She said, the plant pheromones making her loyal to her experimental pet. Nigel smiled as he rubbed her belly.(Nice twist Palatine ^^) (Thanks!) (Yeah making Reiko loyal to her own experiment, that would make Nigel the boss once he births Reiko out, which I think I'll use the Tentacles for that) She noticed the umbilical cord and tried to pull it out, but it hurt every time she tried. She then noticed her skin becoming green as chloroplasts started flowing into her body. She then started to break down, she's sobbing as she felt so utterly helpless. Just then the Pheromone feeling Reiko was getting started flowing into her. Reiko smiled. "Don't worry, dear. You will love serving the Queen." She said, kissing her. Dante started to calm down and was looking at her prison in a new way. She was starting to feel... happy. Happy to be in this warm, cozy, and relaxing place. She had no idea why she thought she was going to die in here, but she did, and now, she is not feeling that anymore. Reiko rubbed her huge breasts and pregnant belly as she felt close to being birthed. "Reiko, please say King, not Queen," Nigel begged. "But... Queen feels so right. It's like what I'm supposed to say..." She said. "I know, but I'm a guy, admit I'm a guy with a womb and breasts, but," Nigel said. "Well, we have to obey, don't we?" Dante asked Reiko, she's sounding curious as she crossed her arms together, she's calming down. Nigel smiled." That's my girls, once your born, I can't wait to have you two be my harem," He teased them. "Look, let's ask Dante. Is he a king or a queen?" Reiko said. "Yes, my quaking. Great, now you got [i]me[i] saying it!" Dante exclaimed, the first one to Nigel and the second one to Reiko. "Aw, I want to call him queen, and it's my lab!" She said. Nigel chuckled. "That may be so, but it is his body! So, I've decided to call him the Quinn, so ha! Sounds Chinese, though..." Dante said, getting in Reiko's face from the victory. "Girls! No fighting!" Nigel said. Reiko grumbled. "Well at least Quinn thinks I'm sexier." She said, rubbing her pregnant belly. Nigel sighed. Reiko giggled. "So when do I get out, Quinn?" "Soon my dear," Nigel chuckled." I think you'll see a sign when you're ready to be reborn," Nigel said. "Like what?" She asked, looking around. "I don't know, like an opening to one of my vines appears in my womb," He said. Reiko sighed. After looking, she found one and started forcing herself through. Dante laid back in relaxation, as she could be here for a while, as she was a new addition and she had a feeling Reiko was in here for a while now. Reiko was exiting through a vine. She was big though and worried about getting stuck. Christy was still in Nigel's butt. She was sleeping because she was so exhausted. Nigels bowls had drained her bodies energy but didn't hurt her. Finally, The vine that was birthing Reiko expelled her pregnant plant woman body and Nigel's bowels let Christy out on top of her master. Christy was still asleep when she landed on Reiko. Nigel smiled as his vines gently wrapped around Christy and Reiko and helped them up. Reiko stood. "My queen. Is there anything that your owner can get for you?" She asked, rubbing Nigel's bloated belly. She still had experiments in mind, but now wanted to do them for the glory of the plant hive. Nigel kissed Reiko's lips." Maybe some more victims to join our hive," Nigel teased. Reiko smiled at Christy. "Want to be one of us?" Nigel smiled as he had Christy wrapped in one of his vines. Christy blinked when she slowly woke up." M... Mistress, what happened to you?" She asked in shock when she saw Reiko. Nigel smiled." She became a Plant/Woman like I am," Nigel said holding Christy in his vines. Christy looked up at Nigel. It's the first time she sees him after his transformation."a plant woman?" She asked confused." Mistress, is that another experiment of yours?" Nigel chuckled." Do you want to join us?" Nigel asked. "Join you? Become a plant, too?" Christy asked." Do you want me to, mistress?" She asked Reiko. Reiko smiled. "It will be glorious to join us." She said, cradling her belly. Nigel smiled and kissed Christy's cheek/ Christy nodded." When my mistress wants me to I will do it." She said. Reiko clapped. "Oh good! Now go to her back." She said, pointing to the tentacles. "Good," Nigel said as one of his vines opened up like a flower above Christy letting her see the long gullet Christy looked up at the open 'mouth' of the vines. She didn't feel very well with that but she DI it for her Mistress. The Flower engulfed her head and began swallowing her shoulders. Reiko began to help Christy in. Nigel smiled." It's okay Reiko dear, I've got her," Nigel said sucking Christy into the vine. Reiko smiled. "Good, my queen." Nigel smiled." Come here," He said wanting Reiko close to him. Reiko waddled next to Nigel. Nigel wrapped an arm around Reiko." Not since I'm the Quinn now, I'm making you're my head Mistress," Nigel said. "Pooh, what do I get to do?" She asked, kissing his swollen belly. She could see he was slowly still mutating, losing his humanity to the plant. "Well your in charge, only I'm greater you can control any other plant people I create, but you still answer to me," Nigel said. Reiko nodded. "Now let's try it, on your knees," Nigel said. Reiko dropped to her knees, rubbing her belly. "Now say, "I will forever serve Quinn Nigel," Nigel said smirking, "I will forever serve Quinn Nigel." She said, kissing his belly. Christy meanwhile entered Nigel's womb. She smiled when she saw Dante. Just then Christy saw the Umbilical like cord. Nigel smiled and stroked Reiko's hair. After the cord had connected to her belly Christy felt a change in her mind. She was now completely loyal to Nigel but strangely her body didn't change. That's because her DNA is already mutated with fox DNA. Nigel rubbed his belly. Reiko smiled, injecting a compound to put enough plant DNA in Christy to make her a little green at least into Nigel's womb. Nigel smiled and kissed Reiko's cheek as his vines gently rubbed Reiko's belly. Reiko smiled a little. Nigel smiled back as one of his vines began rubbing Reiko's pussy. Christy's fur became green while she was in Nigel's womb. Reiko smiled. "Naughty Quinn..." Nigel's umbilical in Christy's bellybutton continued making her loyal to Nigel. Nigel chuckled at Reiko as his vine continued rubbing her pussy Reiko moaned as her pregnant body came closer to release. Nigel chuckled as he continued rubbing her pussy with his vine. Finally, Reiko came all over Nigel's vines. Nigel chuckled as his vines gently wrapped around Reiko. Reiko smiled as the vines wrapped around her. A vial of unknown potion fell out of her lab coat and into the soil around Nigel's roots, giving him a new change. First, his womb was now filled with cum as well as amniotic fluid. His vines turned into dicks, and now he was also getting some female parts as well as his man parts under his big belly. Nigel noticed this as his vines began gently removing Reiko's lab coat and hung it on a coat hanger. Reiko saw the changes and smiled. "Oh you're so good with experiments." She said, licking Nigel's new cunt. Nigel groaned as his new dick tentacles got to work as one went into Reiko's own cunt. Reiko moaned. "It hurts! So many!" She screamed in delight. Nigel smirked as one went into Reiko's ass, another entered her mouth while two more wrapped around her breasts and squeezed while another one rubbed itself in between her breasts. Reiko groaned. She was enjoying the pain and being fucked. Nigel chuckled as he continued fucking Reiko from nearly every way possible. Dante waved at the newcomer, she's shedding her clothes and tossed them aside. "Hey, fox-girl, how are you?" Dante had asked and right when she said this, she had noticed the surrounding fluid was white. She opened her mouth and found out that the new fluid was cum. Male cum. She smiled at this and spread her legs and pussy lips apart, letting the cum go right inside of her. Nigel rubbed his belly which contained his two future Harem girls. Christy waved back with a smile. She closed her eyes and held her breath when the cum raised over her head. After a minute she ran out of air. Her lungs filled with cum, but she was provided with oxygen through the cord. Nigel chuckled as he rubbed his belly while his vines had fun with Reiko. Reiko finally came. Nigel chuckled as the dick parts of his tentacles came too covering Reiko in his cum, Christy was still in Nigel scum filled womb. Her whole body was coated in the white liquid, from the outside and the inside. Nigel smirked and could feel soon it would be time to birth out Christy and Dante. Christy's fur was now completely green. Her womb had filled with the cum that was also all around her. Nigel smirked as he rubbed his belly as if telling the woman inside him that it would be time soon to come out. Reiko fell on the ground, panting. Nigel's tentacles helped her stand up." So I'm guessing because of my tentacles turning into dicks, I have to use my new cunt to get the girls out?" Nigel asked. Reiko nodded. "It might hurt if you don't." Nigel nodded." Besides... I can feel them almost ready," Nigel said. Dante lightly kicked, her toes poking his womb. She couldn't wait until she could get out of this wondrous place and properly... thank Nigel for this unforgettable experience. Nigel nodded but then groaned..." I think t's their time," Nigel said holding his belly. Reiko smiled. "Alright. Remember to use your new cunt or this could hurt a lot." Christy heard that and prepared to be pushed out of Nigel's womb. Nigel nodded and laid back and closed his eyes as he began pushing Christy out first. Christy was slowly pushed out of Nigel's new cunt. She could feel how tight he still was and after a minute the rest of her slipped out. She coughed and spit out some of the cum that was in Nigel's womb before she looked up at her Mistress and her new Master. Nigel smiled as his tentacles wrapped around Christy gently, but he knew he wasn't done and began pushing out Dante. Christy smiled when she was lifted and looked down, watching how Dante was pushed out right after her. Nigel then playfully licked Christy's cheek as the Fox girl now half plant girl was moved close to him. Reiko waddled over and began to make out with Christy. Christy smiled and when she was close enough to Nigel she hugged him." My master..." She said happily. Nigel chuckled as he watched his two Harem girls making out as his tentacle held Christy by the waist. Reiko got on her knees and began sucking off Christy. (Ops, I was a bit too slow.) Christy moaned softly and lay a hand on Reiko's head." Oh mistress, that feels so good." She said with a heavy blush. Nigel chuckled watching this as his new dick parts on his tentacles began hovering around Christy's mouth and Reiko's ass. When Christy opened her eyes again and saw the tentacle in front of Hershey began to lick it and soon took it in her mouth, sucking on it. Nigel smirked as his tentacles moved inside Christy's mouth while the one behind Reiko went up her ass. Reiko seeped as she continued sucking off Christy was happily sucking on the tentacle while Reiko was till sucking on her cock. Nigel continued this fun as another tentacles moved to Reiko's cunt while she was busy sucking off Christy. Reiko groaned as her pussy was now being fucked too. Nigel fucked Reiko's pussy and ass while one of his tentacles was begun blow jobbed in Christy's mouth. Christy moaned louder. Her climax was building fast. Dante had finished coughing what cum and birth fluids were left in her lungs from being pushed out and breathed oxygen and carbon dioxide for the first time, and she felt great. Which reminds her... she looked down and noticed the umbilical cord was still in her and Christy. But she really didn't care. She then walked to Nigel and straddled his hips with her legs, arms around his neck as she felt his main member rubbing her pussy lips. "So, ever lost your virginity with this?" She asked in a sensual tone, touching his other head in teasing. "I have baby," Nigel teased and as his vines handled Christy and Reiko his man cock quickly entered Dante's pussy. She gasped and moaned, she's feeling very full from his cock. "Have I told you that you have a big meat stick?" She said in a purr, a light blush on her cheeks. "Have I told you, you've got great milk jugs," He teased squeezing her breasts. "Thank you, my Quinn." She said, her blush lengthening a bit, though she still had the confident smile on her face. Nigel kissed Dante while squeezing her breasts and thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy She groaned at her breasts being grabbed and his beefy cock moving in and out of her wet cunt, feeling like she's on cloud 9. Reiko moaned, still orgasming. Nigel continued having sex with Dante while his vines continued gang banging Reiko and Christy. With a loud moan Christy shot her load into Reiko's mouth and down her throat. She still sucked hard on Nigel's vine in her mouth. Reiko smiled, rubbing her gut. She pulled herself away and began to birth Nigel. She had an idea. Nigel's vine then seemed to cum into Christy's mouth. Reiko had Nigel's legs in and was stuffing in his belly and vines. Nigel saw this and raised an eyebrow as he was being stuffed into Reiko, leaving Dante and Christy unattended. Reiko unearthed the rest of the queen, attaching an umbilical to him but still letting his cock vines stick out of her pussy. "What are you doing Reiko?" Nigel asked and since he was still her Queen she had to answer. "I'm going to merge you with me." She said, drinking a chemical. "What!?" Nigel said shocked as his Cock vines still outsides moved up Reiko's body. Reiko laughed as Nigel merged with her. Nigel growled." Damn it Reiko!" Nigel said as his vines tried to stop the merging, either trying to stop Reiko herself or pull Nigel out. Reiko just giggled as her belly grew and Nigel became just another organ in Reiko's body. Nigel's face formed on Reiko's back, surrounded by vines. Nigel sighed." No fair? How can I pleasure you now?" Nigel pouted. "Your vines can still reach me." She said. Christy had swallowed all the cum from Nigel's vines. She watched fascinated how Her master vanished in her mistress cunt and suddenly the two were merging." M... Mistress, why did you do that?" She asked confused. Nigel smirked." Well let's see who's in charge here," Nigel said as he moved his vines towards Reiko's pussy he tried to see if he had Semi-control over Reiko's body since he had been her Queen. Reiko stroked her larger belly, enjoying the movement of the vines. She was in control. "I did it because he was threatening my control of the lab." She said, kissing Christy. "I think he's trying to control me even now. What he doesn't know is that I'm in control, even over his vines." Nigel sighed hearing that." I didn't want to control you Reiko..." Nigel whispered as his vines continued working Reiko. ((May I join?)) (sure) Nigel sighed almost ashamed he had threatened Reiko that way as his vines began massaging her gently. Zephyrus sat in his cage on one of the counters in the lab. Zephyrus was a Nehru; a species of diminutive humanoids with pointed furry ears and little lion-like tails. He and two of his friends had been exploring the grounds of the castle and were caught by Reiko. Now only Zephyrus sits alone in his cage, the one marked "Unknown Species/Snacks". Reiko got one of her vines to pick up Nehru. She had an idea. Nigel saw this and sighed." I'm sorry," Nigel said for Reiko to hear. Zephyrus wasn't watching the scene unfold, so he never saw the vine come and wrap around his waist. He yelped as he was picked up and brought over to Reiko. "Lemme go!" He screamed as he struggled against the vine's grip... Reiko smiled at Ref as she brought him in front of her. "Look, I don't like tiny people and I don't like men, so I have an experiment that will make you a full sized hermaphrodite and maybe even pregnant. If you don't agree, I guess I get to feed you to Nigel." She said, seductively stroking the face on her back. Nigel smiled at the stroked and licked her hand. "I don't want to die yet..." Ref sobbed, "So I guess go through with the experiment..." Reiko smiled as Ref agreed and Nigel licked her hand. She walked into the potion room. "Good, your friend you came with decided to become one of my babies, babies that have turned into plant monsters now." She said, injecting Ref with a her hormone, a growth potion and a pregnancy inducer. Nigel couldn't see. Ref winced at the injections and at the fate of his friends. Immediately Ref started to feel strange sensations all over his body; but mainly from his groin and his belly. He began to grow in Reiko's grip. Reiko sat Ref on the ground and began to watch, rubbing her belly. Two of Nigel's vines rubbed her belly." Reiko." Nigel said. "What?" She asked as Ref grew. "I'm sorry," Nigel said again. Ref continued to grow, both in height and outwards from his belly. He could also feel a strange sensation coming from his crotch as he grew a vagina... Reiko began rubbing her belly, horny at her new creation. Nigel's tentacles rubbed Reiko's belly for her, since he was only a head. Ref reached a height that was just a little shorter than Reiko. His chest, once solid pectorals were now c cup breasts that rested on his bulging belly. "It feels so weird..." Ref said as he rubbed his belly, feeling the movements within... "Do you like your new body, dear?" "It's a little strange..." Ref admitted as he rubbed his nipples, causing drops of milk to seep out, "But it's alright." "Woodrow.... Reiko, you are a strange soul, you know that?" Dante asked, lying on her side on the floor, still nude while grimacing at Nigel's current position. In her mind, that was not a way to go out as. Then she became confused, as why did she word like that when Nigel isn't dead? Nigel smirked as his vines wrapped around Dante. Christy had watched and now smiled when she saw that Ref had become a her, too. She went over to him and hugged him from behind, rubbing his huge belly. Ref felt Christy's hands rub against his belly. It felt strangely good to be rubbed in such a way... "Hey there my her brother." She said and continued to rub Refs belly." You like that?" Christy asked. Nigel's vines that weren't pleasuring Dante moved to Christy and Ref. Reiko smiled. All her experiments seemed happy. She began to make out with Dante. "Yes it feels so good..." Ref said as Christy rubbed her belly... Christy smiled happily." Your new body is sexy?" She said and licked Refs neck. (can I join) She returned the kiss with Reiko, pushing her tongue into Reiko's mouth, she's probing into Reiko's mouth. Reiko moaned, enjoying the kiss.(Sorry, Chris, but we have no room for tacked on Resident Evil stuff. If you can drop that, then sure.) Ref turned to face Christy. "I think so..." He said and kissed Christy on the lips... Christy kissed him back happily. She marred while she continued to rub Refs belly, feeling the children inside. Nigel still on Reiko's back noticed this and smirked as his vines sneaked up on Christy and began rubbing her body. Ref moaned with pleasure at being rubbed by Christy. "I do kinda miss being small." He said as he looked at Christy's mouth longingly. "I wonder if Reiko can make me small again so I can be in your belly..." Reiko just laughed. "Please, Christy can eat you even if you're full sized. It's much sexier that way anyway. I hate micros." She said, rubbing her stomach. "I tend to chew them." Ref cringed at hearing that Reiko chewed micros. "Would you be willing to make an acception?" He asked curiously. Reiko shook her head no. Christy smiled and licked Refs neck again." But Mistress is right, I can eat you even when you're full size." She said with a grin." Want me to show you?" Nigel's vines hovered over the pair. "Oh yes, do show me..." Ref said softly and giggled at having his neck licked Christy giggled before she opened her mouth in front of Refs face. She engulfed his head and licked his face. The lick tickled Ref's face as his head was taken into Christy's maw." Deeper..." Ref whispered... Christy happily obeyed and swallowed Refs head. A bulge appeared in her neck with the outlines of Refs face visible. Christy worked her way down to his breasts and began to lick them teasingly. Ref cooed with delight at having his breasts licked. He began to lactate, spilling milk down her chest and belly." I hope I taste good..." He said through the muscles and flesh of Christy's neck... Christy just marred because she can't talk with him in her throat. She licked the milk up that came out of his breasts before she swallowed again and let the two boobs join Refs head in her neck. Just then something was gently rubbing Christy's pussy, Reiko waddled closer, fingering her tight pussy. Nigel's vines were even holding Christy's pussy open for Reiko. Reiko got on her knees and began licking Christy's pussy. One of Nigel's vines began stroking Reiko's pussy while she did. Dante got up and walked around the lab in awe, she can't believe her eyes at this. She looked at a bottle and reached from a high shelf and tried to grab it, but it tipped over and spilled all over her. Groaning, she shook herself off of the excess liquid. Then felt unbelievable pain. "Gaaaaaaaaa!" She yelled as her bones got denser, fur coming out of her, as well as a tail and pads on her feet and hands. Her teeth grew longer and sharper. Soon, she became an anthropic lioness, with light patches of green in her fur. Christ moaned loudly when her pussy was licked by Reiko. She wallowed Refs huge belly and started to work on his hips, licking over his cock and his pussy. Reiko looked over to Dante. "Damn, you were much sexier as a human. Oh well, might as well run some tests..." She said, stroking Dante's head. She turned her back to Dante, wanting to try something. Furthermore, she controlled Nigel's vines to make him eat Dante. Nigel's vines wrapped around Dante as he licked his lips. Out of being startled, she slammed her back into the shelf, sending a clear liquid spilling all over her. She painlessly reverted to normal. "What the hell?" She muttered, then concentrated, and transformed into her author lioness form, then back to being human again. "Shapeshifting powers! Alright!" She yelled, she could have jumped in joy if Nigel hadn't gripped her feet. Nigel's vines wrapped around her gently and began rubbing her body, "My, someone's a little buggy today." She said, grabbing one of the vines and began licking one. She was exhilarated that she's no longer normal, as she felt a bit left out because she was human. Sure, she can now do photosynthesis because she became part plant while in Nigel's womb, but that's it. Now, she can do damage, and she is no longer a weak and meager human. Nigel's vines began entering her asshole and pussy. She yelped in surprise and pain, as he just pierced her hymen. Blood trickled out. "Warn me next time! AIE..." She moaned out. Nigel smirked and continued this work. Eventually, the pain subsided and it was replaced with pleasure. A blush formed on her face as the vines moved within her ass and her snatch. Nigel's vine in her pussy moved up nearing her cervix. She felt it too. "So, going to cum in my womb? Make it a big one." She purred out, rubbing the vine with her right foot and her hands. Man, this is something she could tolerate. Nigel chuckled and continued this work on her thrusting his vines into her ass and pussy before the one in her pussy reached her womb. She yelled in carnal pleasure, her nerves feeling like lightning is arcing in them, she's arching her back at the feeling. Nigel smirked and continued this work as two more vines wrapped around her breasts and squeezed them as another one moved to her mouth. Christy held Ref in the position he was and continued to lick his privates. She spread her legs some more, so Reiko can lick her better. Ref cooed with delight at having both his cock and pussy licked in such a way. He was on the border of an orgasm as he forced himself deeper into Christy's throat. "Eat me up!" He screamed through the flesh of her throat... Christy did like she was told and quickly swallowed Refs legs down. His cock rubbed along her throat when he went down into her belly. Ref came as he slid down Christy's throat, covering himself in his own seed as he was forced into the fetal position inside her belly. "Maybe now you'll have a taste for Needs." Ref said as his hand wrapped around his cock and began to pump up and down. "But I can promise you I'll be the most filling one you'll ever eat." Christy marred happily while she rubbed her belly." You were indeed very tasty, and you also fill my belly very well." She said with a smile. Ref smiled at Christy's words as he continued to stroke his member. "Let me melt away so I can be with you forever. I would love to die in someone as kind as you." He said as he came a second time... Nigel chuckled seeing Christy enjoying herself and while he was pleasuring Dante his other vines crawled over to Christy and began wrapping around her arms and legs. Christy smiled, and her belly gurgled softly when the digestion started. She marred softly and looked down at Nigel when his vines wrapped around her." You want to have some fun Master?" She asked with smile. "A little," Nigel teased as he pushed one of his vines cock like part into Christy's pussy, another one began poking her asshole, while another two moved up to her breasts and mouth, Christy moaned softly when Nigel's vines entered her. She loved how her master pleasured her and happily began to suck on the vine in her mouth. As one vine penetrated her asshole, another one rubbed itself between her two large breasts while the other two thrust into her mouth and pussy two of the vines holding her arms began tieing her arms behind her back for fun. That little bondage play made Christy extra horny. Her meanings grew louder, and she swallowed the vine in her mouth. The Vine in her mouth went deeply down her throat. The ones in her pussy and ass began pounding her with force. The vine between her breasts rubbed against them both as two more vines began pressing her breasts against it while playing with her nipples. Christy could feel her arousal grow. Her ass tightened around the vine when she climaxed The Vine in her ass seemed to climax filling her ass with cum while the one in her pussy continued pounding inside her. The One down her throat began spilling out cum down her throat. Christy could feel her belly fill up with cum from both ends. She moaned softly. When she recovered from her orgasm she already could feel the next one build up. The one rubbing against her breasts began cumming covering her in cum as the ones playing with her breasts cummed onto them too. The One in her pussy kept going and seemed to be getting bigger showing it was storing up a lot waiting to release it all. "It didn't take long until Christy's green fur was completely covered in Nigel scum." She started to moan again while the vine in her pussy fucked her hard. Then the one inside her finally cummed after getting past her cervix, filling her womb with his cum. When she felt the vine push into her womb and fill it up with a big load of cum, she climaxed again. Nigel chuckled as his vines wrapped around the cum filled and covered Christy. Christy was panting hard while she lay in Nigel's vines. She was very exhausted from her two orgasms. Nigel moved her close to his head which was still on Reiko's back." Enjoy that Christy?" Nigel teased. Christy nodded weakly." You are great master." She said with a smile. Nigel chuckled and kissed her lips. Christy quickly kissed him back." Do you want to fill your belly with me?" She asked her master with a smile. "Don't you mean Me and Reiko's belly, and I'd love too," Nigel smiled as he licked her cheek.(Gotta take off for a little while) Christy nodded and smiled. Ref was near to passing out when the massive amount of cum flowed in over him, nullifying the acid that had accumulated around him. "Looks like somebody's having fun." Ref said as he licked his lips clean of cum, enjoying the bitter, salty flavor... Nigel opened his mouth wide and began lowering Christy's feet down. Reiko smiled, patting her belly. "What do you mean 'me and Reiko's belly?' You're a part of me, now." She said, grinning. Nigel smiled as one of his vines rubbed Reiko's cheek." Maybe, but how can a part of you, love ya," Nigel teased as he began swallowing Christy feet first. Nigel smiled as one of his vines rubbed Reiko's cheek." Maybe, but how can a part of you, love ya," Nigel teased as he began swallowing Christy feet first. Christy wiggled her feet when they were in Nigel's mouth. Reiko smiled. "I don't know, but you are a part..." Nigel's vine rubbed against Reiko face as he swallowed Christy's feet down. Christy marred when she felt Nigel's tongue slowly travel up her legs. He licked up all the cum he had covered Christy's legs with." Master, your tongue feels great." "Thank you," Nigel teased as he continued licking her body as she went down he's now reaching her hips. Nigel scum was dripping out of her pussy and her ass onto Nigel's tongue. She rubbed her own belly while she was eaten. Nigel smirked and began licking her cum filled and covered pussy, Christy struggled a bit in Nigel's mouth." Master... I'm so exhausted." She said. "Sorry dear, but your too sexy not to do this," Nigel teased before swallowing her waist down leaving her breasts, arms and head. Ref felt the stomach constrict around him as Christy's abdomen was taken into Nigel's mouth. "What's going on out there?" He asked, though he thought he had an idea of what was going on... Christy smiled when Nigel said this. She pushed her arms into his mouth. Reiko moaned, rubbing her expanding belly as Nigel ate Christy. "Oh yes!" Reiko said. Christy rubbed her belly that was in Nigel's mouth." Don't worry my tasty meal, we're just feeding our master." She said. Reiko could feel Christy's legs wiggle in her belly." You enjoy that, too, mistress?" She asked. Reiko laughed, "Yes dear Christy. You feel so good entering me." Nigel continued swallowing Christy his tongue licking her cheek before he swallowed her head. Christy curled up in Nigel's and Reiko's combined belly. She was happy that she could serve her master and mistress. Nigel almost purred at the taste." Something about sexy women always gives a great taste don't you agree?" Nigel asked Reiko. Reiko smiled. "Yes it does, Nigel." She said, rubbing her belly. She went into her lab to begin making more plants in her womb... Nigel's vines began acting like extra hands for her." Need any help?" Nigel asked as two vines helped put Reiko's lab coat on again. Reiko closed her coat. "No, dear. I just need to inject some things..." She said, rubbing her moving belly. Nigel smiled as one vine floated near her head." Just in case you need something to suck," Nigel teased Reiko smiled, but moved the vine away, overriding Nigel's control over what used to be his vines. "Now, be a good part of me and don't bother mommy." She said, not knowing how much it might annoy him. She felt an odd feeling, like Nigel's dick was growing near her tight pussy. Nigel sighed but felt his cock near her pussy and smirked before managing to move it closer. Reiko seeped as she felt Nigel's dick and balls. "Oh my!" She said, grabbing it and discovering that she could feel it, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Nigel chuckled as his cock was very near her pussy. Reiko grabbed her new dick and began to jerk herself off. Nigel smirked as one of his tentacles began rubbed Reiko's pussy for her. Reiko moaned, finally injecting the embryos into her womb before laying back, cumming all over her computer with her new dick. Nigel chuckled,"Enjoy that?" He teased Christ felt Reiko's arousal around her. She rubbed the soft walls with a smile while she thought:"Mistress is having fun." "Oh yes she is," Nigel chuckled. Reiko smiled. "I should try cock more..." She said. Nigel chuckled." Maybe," Nigel teased. Reiko stood and began to get dressed, covering Nigel and her vines with her bodysuit and rubbing the cock bulge under her pregnant belly. She put on her boots and lab coat. "Come on everyone, I'm going out in the woods to find some new prey." She said. (If no one shows up can someone play a second character?) Nigel smiled as he relaxed under her bodysuit, (Well I'll play the character)Meanwhile in the woods was an Author Batgirl with tigerish fur, blue eyes, red hair and wearing nothing as she walked through the woods. Reiko waddled through the woods, searching. The Batgirl then picked up a scent and hid in a tree to watch. Reiko patted her belly, looking for food. The Batgirl then saw Reiko and watched her intrigued about the Peggy. Reiko unzipped her suit a little, exposing her milky cleavage. The Batgirl licked her lips seeing the Milky Breasts but continued hiding waiting for the right time. Nigel who was still on Reiko's back glanced around. Reiko looked, rubbing her moving belly. She knew people were in the woods... The Batgirl began stalking Reiko slowly keeping herself hidden from her. Christy knew that Reiko was walking through the woods and searched for something to eat." Are you still hungry mistress? I'm already in your stomach." "Yes dear. I'm eating for so many..." She said, moaning. Christy smiled. She soon will have a playmate in Reiko's stomach. An ugly red fireball flew across the sky at lightning speeds! It was quickly losing altitude, and it was apparent that it would violently crash in the forests. It impacted the ground sending trees and dirt flying and making a long dirt path with black smoking remains. Then at the end of the trail, what can only be described as a black pod. Two jets circle around the crash then deftly Denver back to where they came.... The pods doors are shut..... Black tinted glass hiding its captor. Reiko waddled out to where it landed. She tried to look through the glass, rubbing her belly. Inside the pod a figure is clad in black armor, humanoid, Furry ears on its head, like a cat. The creature has the name Amin on his armor, and he appears to be very young... His eyes are closed shut, and his suit is broken with blood trickling out, the glass slides open and blue lights in the pod illuminate the figure. Reiko dragged the figure out and used her limited medical skills to begin patching him up, hoping he wouldn't be scared by her part plant, heavily pregnant and experimentally modified - yet still very seductive - body. The creature's eyes refused to open but as you were healing him air shot out from his suit releasing pressure and allowing removal. His furry ears flick a few times. He has a large gun strapped to his leg... Reiko took the gun and removed the magazine, cocked the slide to clear the chamber, and swallowed the gun and the magazine. She began giving Amin mouth-to-mouth, her breasts and belly pressing him. Amin's eyes shot open and he reactively reached for his gun that he so depended on but lacked On this occasion, He looked up at his unexpected savior and attempted to speak.... But his mouth lay open. Even more surprised that this seductive being been on him then his ability to live. Reiko shot up. "Are you alright?" The Japanese mutant asked, rubbing her pregnant and filled belly. It looked nine months with triplets and her DDD cleavage was visible. Of course, Nigel and her cock tentacles were hidden as was her her bulge. "I might be...." Amin stands up leaning heavy on the pod....he was very attracted to her, his natural instinct screening at him. But he was very good at hiding it!"you are my savior?" Reiko nodded. "I am." She said, rubbing her belly. "My name is Dr Reiko Usage." She said, wondering if he knew her reputation as a maker of mutants. She had mutated herself considerably than the pictures the media had of the pretty Jap. "Are you going to be ok?" The now her mutant Peggy asked. "I don't know, I feel alright." Amin's left ear was nicked from the crash, he kept twitching it. He looked at her, pretty... But something struck him off. She was apparently prey, but in the middle of a random forest.... Could she be a danger?? He put his hand on his chest piece pushing it in..."what were you doing in the woods?" Christy was sitting in Reiko's stomach, wondering what is happening outside when suddenly something hard hit her head." Au, what was that?" She asked confused and grabbed the strange gun. "I was just looking around outside my lab..." Reiko said, standing and hoping her cock bulge wouldn't be noticed. "Lab?" It was hard to tell if amins saw the bulge and if he did, he was unfazed by it. Then he thought he heard a voice in her stomach his eyes got a little wide, but he was very good at hiding emotions...."should we go there??" "I guess we could if you want to. Are you a warrior? I could make you stronger..." Reiko said. "I'm very good at biological adaptations." "Yes I am of the sorts, I doubt that I need any... Adaptions. Is that what you do?" Lies and half-truths.... Amin IA much more valuable than that..... Amin is generally afraid of Reiko now, she saved him for a reason, and it might not be the kind he wants. He is playing it safe. Reiko nodded. "I do all kinds of biological adaptations and experiments." She said. "Oh, and sorry, but I ate your gun for safe keeping. We can get it out at my lab." She said. Meanwhile, the Batgirl was following a scent as she saw in a distance Reiko and Amin. "You ate my gun? That's not very healthy!" Amin smiled then looked round. "We should head to the lab i don't think we are alone." The Batgirl stalked them. Reiko agreed and led the way to the lab. Amin limped forward following weakly Soon they were in the lab and Reiko was sitting in a chair across from Amin, giving him a medical checkup. She was not doing a good job of not making it erotic. As Reiko was 'checking him out' Amin was having a very hard time resisting his urges! He was in control, but the attraction was unbearable. He focused on fear... Furthermore, he was very much afraid of the mysterious woman and her lab. In his weak state he feared that he would become some sort of..... test subject.(might have to go soon!) Reiko began a part of the checkout that involved her undressing Amin. Soon, her cleavage was rubbing against his junk. She smiled, unzipped her suit and wrapping her breasts around his tool.(Aw....) Amin was surprised at first glance, but he smiled and pressed his member against her gently. He looked up not realizing what she was right away. At this moment nothing else mattered.(:3) "Now, I need to test your... stamina." She said, taking his tool in her mouth and sucking him off. His member throbbed and he moaned in ecstasy! But he didn't blow his load. His eyes glowing blue he looked down smiling showing off-white kitten fangs. As Reiko bent over, one could almost see her tentacles on her back. Who knew what secrets lay under her bodysuit? Amin saw the verticals, and opened his mouth... Confused. He stopped his motion... Reiko kept suckling. She was still one of the hottest women Amin and ever seen. Amin stopped caring and kept on. Finally, Reiko almost had him sucked off... Amin came like a fountain, not meaning to but not holding it in either, he let it cum... Reiko moaned, gulping his cum as her belly swelled a little. Amin put his hand on the wall leaning back... Smiling. Christy was bathed in the cum that filled Reiko's stomach. She got some in her mouth and swallowed it. Unknown to either of them the Batgirl that had been stalking them had reached the castle where Reiko lived. ((May I join in on this RP? ) (I don't think Emperor_Palatine has something against it. But when you want to be sure you should ask him.) ((Alright. Thanks. ) (Sure, go ahead and join) Reiko leaned back, rubbing her belly. Her legs were spread, showing her camel toe and bulge. The Batgirl snuck into the castle slowly. Ray, a paladin-in-training, was off on a quest that was bestowed on him by his 'mentor' who really had no intention of making Ray a paladin. So Ray was on a wild goose chase more than a quest and got himself lost in the woods. He wandered for several hours before he stumbled upon a castle." Maybe someone inside can give me directions to find the main road." Ray said as he approached the large castle gates. "So, doctor... Did I check out?" Amin said breathing hard. Amin had stopped bleeding, with help. But he was in poor condition. He flashed his kitten fangs again, smiling. Reiko shook her head. "Oh no, you have to stay here with me." She said, rubbing her belly, bulge and camel toe. The gates to the castle were unlocked. The Batgirl now inside glanced around sniffing the air Ray opened the gates and stepped inside the castle lobby." Hello? Anybody here?" Reiko smiled fiendishly. "In here!" She shouted. Amin quickly put his clothing back on. "Hello! Who is with you?" Amin had detected the Batgirl's sent similar to his own, not knowing that they were separate. He wondered if the newcomers would join them or were just strangers like he was... The Batgirl heard the voices and followed them. Ray walked over to where he had heard the voices. Opening a door he stumbled upon two naked people." Oh!" He said in surprise and quickly averted his eyes. "I'm sorry to intrude. I was just wondering if one of you knew where the main road may be." The Batgirl approached the same room behind him and blushed seeing the naked people. Reiko smiled. "Welcome to my lab." She said as she exposed Nigel and his on her back tentacles and wrapped up the two newcomers. Nigel smirked holding them both tightly in his tentacles the Batgirl struggling. Amin was alarmed by this, but he had got his armor back on and activated, he backed up into the wall and a glass helmet surrounded him "ACK! What are you doing? I'm sorry I came in! I really am! Just don't hurt me!" Ray cried out as he was wrapped up in tentacles. Reiko smiled. "Well I think it's time for some experiments." Nigel chuckled." Trust me dude, you ain't leaving, anyone who comes in becomes her twisted experiments," Nigel said as The Batgirl gulped in fear. "Don't I get a say in this? It's not right to force people to do something against their will." Ray said. "Law doesn't compute to her," Nigel joked. "It's not law. It's doing what's right for the greater good. To bring about a better tomorrow." Ray said, "Why have a life if you're just going to squander it with evil?" "Because evil is more fun!" Nigel rolled his eyes as the Batgirl shivered in his grasp." So what do we do with them, the cat girls cute enough to have as a play toy," Nigel said. Ray shook his head. "If you continue down such a path you'll only find misery and despair." Amin stayed by the wall, still weak from the crash his vitals display was flashing. He took a purple knife out hidden in his armor, he didn't intend to use the thing. He looked up at Nigel, eyes open, but smiling. i...hi... iv lad... -say a scared boy -I go here for the job offer of assistant I have seen in the new paper... I have an M.I.t. certificate in genetic manipulation, biology and zoology...character:name: Vlad age: 20bio: recently he got graduate of the M.I.T., he wants some experience, and will have it... Personality: shy, calmed, but secret he was a devilish genius... but some ingenuous. Ever think logic... ((and that is bad in a more world... no think?))appearance: black coat, black pant, white t-shirt. Black long hair, black eyes... She was a bit bored at the moment and was stroking her her cock to pass some time. Nigel smirked and began feeding the Batgirl to Ray. Amin wrote:(is English your first English?)((no...is Spanish... but I can speak both...)) Emperor_Palatine wrote:Reiko smiled. "Feed the Batgirl to Ray. Now, Amin, how would you like to suck my her my dick? And the new guy, prove you are an able assistant."what want I do Miss... -say Vlad scared... "gladly!" Amin lacked experience with this sort of thing, but he thought if he copied Reiko from before it would work out. He got to work. Wow... -Say Vlad looking around -this site is too strange... is like a freak up game... but real... -look at main. -hello... who are you n///n "we can talk later... Let's attend to her for now." Amin said smiling. Amin wrote:"we can talk later... Let's attend to her for now." Amin said smiling.-attend what? -say Vlad smiling Reiko rubbed her belly, grinning Nigel chuckled." Happy?" Nigel teased Reiko. Emperor_Palatine wrote:Reiko rubbed her belly, grinning lady... what you what I do now... -say Vlad behind Reiko.... "Yes I am." Reiko said as she made Nigel's mouth open and began to eat Vlad through the hole in her back where Nigel was. Nigel ate him." I prefer female meals," Nigel teased. Roscoso wrote:Nigel ate him." I prefer female meals," Nigel teased.an electric shock go through Nigel's body (some electronics devises...)((i will not get voted without pain...)) Nigel growled but continued eating. Roscoso wrote:Nigel growled but continued eating.Vlad start to fight back...-idfidfidf.... But Nigel easily slid Vlad down to Nigel stomach which was also Reiko's Roscoe wrote:But Nigel easily slid Vlad down to Nigel stomach which was also Reikoscontinue fighting util get digested... (that easy can take some minutes)((ok... ok... I will change char...)) Nigel smirked. ((ok I change char...))a girl enter the castle for the sewers... she is a mercenary paid by the government for spy the secrets inside the castle... dodges security system ((sewers security = a bunch of freaking creatures... lol)) and get into the west tower... Amin had laughed as Vlad was eaten, "that was quite predictable." Amin remained where he was... "just a question, why do you eat the test subjects?" Nigel sighed as he went his many vines all over the Castle to capture and have fun with any intruders. "Or was I forgotten." Amin frowned. Roscoso wrote:Nigel sighed as he went his many vines all over the Castle to capture and have fun with any intruders.((for that I say "a bunch of freaking creatures"...))the mercy girl dodges and cut the vines and enter the tower... One of the vines tried to trip her up Roscoe wrote:One of the vines tried to trip her uncut, cut,cut, cut... Amin is curious as to why the vines haven't targeted him as he was in the same room as the source. Two of them suddenly grabbed him. "Well now you fight me." Amin reveals a purple glowing dagger. He slices the vines off quickly. "You mind stopping.?" But many more came out hoping to overwhelm him. The spy go to the labs... Amin ran with lightning speed around the room avoiding objects and slicing vine. His wound limited him but he kept on! But every vine made more to capture him the spy takes some files... But one of the vines sneaked up on her and quickly tried to grasp her waist. Roscoso wrote:But one of the vines sneaked up on her and quickly tried to grasp her waist. Dodge and run like hell... More appeared to block her way. Roscoso wrote:More appeared to block her way. Cut off with his knife and continue running like hell... (Can we post with more than one sentence, please? This is getting to fast with too little substance.) (Yeah good idea)The Vines continued blocking the way until one managed to grab the hand holding the knife and tossed the captured into a wall to knock her out. Roscoso wrote:(Yeah good idea)The Vines continued blocking the way until one managed to grab the hand holding the knife and tossed the captured into a wall to knock her out.((ok)) when she wakes up notice are in a wall and start to scream trying to get off the vines... ((please especial punishment)) The Vines wrapped tightly around her and squeezed with strength trying to take the air out of her lungs Roscoe wrote:The Vines wrapped tightly around her and squeezed with strength trying to take the air out of her lungs no give up and continue trying to get off... But the Vines wrapped around more of her body and squeezed tighter dragging her towards where Reiko was. Reiko grunted. "Enough of this." She said as she dragged everyone except Amin into one of her wombs. She laid on top of Amin, smiling. Nigel chuckled seeing this. Roscoso wrote:But the Vines wrapped around more of her body and squeezed tighter dragging her towards where Reiko was. Continue fighting... (Please type more than just "continue fighting." Put some effort in.) Emperor_Palatine wrote:(Please type more than just "continue fighting." Put some effort in.)continue fighting... his body loss strong and close her eyes waiting the inevitable... (Roscoe wrote:Nigel began swallowing the woman whole using his vines to restrain her.((head or foot first?...)) (Feet) Roscoe wrote:(Feet)when she sees his hips donning the throat of Nigel she says all scared... -if you kill me all the government will stay above you... Nigel chuckled and kept eating her down to her breasts. Reiko simply laughed. "Please, the government pays for my research!" She said as she lowered the spy down Nigel's throat. Nigel smirked and swallowed her down. Emperor_Palatine wrote:Reiko simply laughed. "Please, the government pays for my research!" She said as she lowered the spy down Nigel's throat. Only her head are out... -no that... other... and "gulp" her head enter... (i will not be digested... no now... if I can, I want she gets digested later... I can?...) (It's cool, Nigel can contain people)Nigel smirked as he inside Vines grasped the spy tightly. Roscoso wrote:(It's cool, Nigel can contain people)Nigel smirked as he inside Vines grasped the spy tightly.((okay))in some site of an unidentified country... a GPS devise get off noticing something awful just happen...-well other dead spy... -voice one.-well i no pay them haha hahaha... -voice two.-ok... that is better -voice one. The Vines began rubbing her body as she laid inside Nigel/Reiko Roscoe wrote:The Vines began rubbing her body as she laid inside Nigel/Reiko she woke up noticing are all rape inside someone body... try to move but can't do it... if just she could only move her hand into his belt she can cut off all these things... But one of the vines undid her belt and tossed it aside and began stripping her down. Roscoso wrote:But one of the vines undid her belt and tossed it aside and began stripping her down. Scream all blushed... () *¬* Amin remained under Reiko, smiling under his helmet, his purple dagger remained hidden from sight. "So, what now?" Amin spoke in a devious voice (:3) Nigel sighed Reiko spread her legs. "Usually I don't do this for men..." She said. Nigel chuckled." You didn't mind me Reiko-Chan," Nigel teased. "With one exception?" Amin teased Reiko nodded, grinning. Nigel chuckled. "And here we go!" Amin released his member in all its glory he then grabbed her hips and thrust himself up into her, it was no mental force, But Amin knew she was much stronger than he was and if he were to preform then extra measures were necessary! Amin already was moaning but at the same time he was realizing that he might get sucked in like the others.! Or was he too much fun to waste in that way... (:3) Nigel chuckled as he watched. Reiko took it, moaning as she matched Amin's efforts, even surpassing them. She gritted her teeth and went for gold. Amin was moaning loudly as she took it and retaliated with force! He was practice holding his breath to make it last longer, the pressure was increasing! So Amin went with even more force using every muscle in his body! Smiling... "Oh yeah!" Reiko screamed. Soon the experiment part of it would kick in... Suddenly, Amin fired off His glorified load into here moaning and smiling. He laughed, and put less force into the movements, painting... Reiko smiled as her juices began making Amin's privates and chest tingle... Amin smelled her juices as they mixed with his own. "Salt and bananas." laughing Soon, Amin was a woman with DD breasts and a pussy. Her figure was perfect. Nigel smirked as his vines wrapped around the new girl." My turn," Nigel teased. "Holy shit!" Amin was even more struck by his.... Or her voice. "The hell?" Amin burst out laughing, "now I see why I was the exception!" Reiko giggled, controlling Nigel's vines away from Amin. "No, she's all mine." She said, smiling. "Sneaky..." Amin smiled at Reiko and weakly batted away at the vines. Blushing. "Alright have fun with the vines," Nigel said. Reiko smiled. "Now, would you like my milk?" Reiko asked. She was also stroking her her junk. "Maybe after that I can ride you for a change..." Amin looked wide-eyed at Reiko's tool, she smiled and nodded. Amin was very eager to get started, but she was never moving with Reiko upon her. "Just a question.... Are you really Gregg?" "Yeah. I also have a lot of people in me." She said. She wiggled under Reiko to try to get a little space, then Amin poked Reiko's belly. As if to see is anyone inside could react. Amin waited for Reiko to do something, she stared at her with wide eyes. Reiko giggled as her belly was poked. Amin teased her, poking lower and lower the spy continue sang around looking for her belt... (where Alps?) (I'm around, there just isn't much to post. Should I restart?) (out of inspiration? Wana make a new RP?) Amin wrote:(out of inspiration? Wana make a new RP?) Where... lol [where new rps are made... I was thinking a RP on the ship that Amin had escaped from by using the pod] (Go for it. Can you create it? I think I'm done make it them for a while.) ((You guys willing to make room for one more? Just thought I'd ask is all.)) (Sure, but we were thinking of restarting.) (will make new RP, I will be on less... more on the weekends tho!) ((Alright, I guess I'll hang around for the reboot then. See where things go from there.)) [[IOC: Sorry for being gone for so long. My laptop broke, and I had to get it fixed, that, and I don't feel comfortable logging onto Aka's on a different more public computer. ] (hi, Alps and a few others are on a DIF RP, this one got old. The RP is called the mishaps of lower orbit)

The Pregnant Scientist (NEEDS NEW PLAYERS!, ANYTHING GOES)|rating:2.0

Magic Show (SanguinePuppet_Bigwad) [halted]

There's a small comedy-magic club on the outskirts of town. It's a fairly popular place, with shows alternating between comedy, or magic acts, or small bands. Since there's a college in town, many of the people who are in the audience are college students, but others are residents of the two or three towns around the area. On one night, a magician and hypnotist named Minsky the Magnificent was scheduled to appear. He had a pretty large reputation for appearing on such a small stage, but he was also known for performing in smaller venues from time to time. His fame drew a crowd--the place was pretty packed for his first show. Lots of people, expecting a good show. And Minsky wasn't planning to disappoint them. Mirsky peeked out from behind the curtain. Quite the crowd! And... there! Several beautiful women who'll become my subjects tonight... He checked his costume--a tuxedo, a cape, a top hat, and a small wand. Everything was ready. He just waited for the announcer to bring him on. Mirsky was unusual in one thing. He was actually a magician. Oh, he knew the tricks, the hand movements, the implement based prestidigitation... But he also was capable of actual magic, things he'd learned from his studies for the last twenty years, since he'd inherited the library of a great uncle, a man who'd traveled extensively. So, he could make things disappear and re-appear. People, too. He could cause things to change position, or move mysteriously, or change their form. And, he could use his wand to cast a series of spells that would, in order, make someone more suggestible, or asleep, or frozen like a popsicle, or completely under a hypnotic spell--a real one, with very little restraint on the actions of the one under the spell. There! He was announced! He stepped out of the wings of the stage, bowing to the crowd deeply, and he gave them his best "man of mystery" gaze. "Tonight, we will explore magic, ladies and gentlemen. Perhaps we will find something true in... the old legends, the old stories?" He was tall and thin, though not without some muscles. His hair and eyes were dark, though his skin was fair. Most would call him handsome, though in a dark way. He surveyed the crowd, his gaze lingering on the women scattered around the room. He moved his wand slightly, in the direction of several of the young women, and whispered a word, under his breath: "Volunteer..." Aloud, he called out, "Now, will someone be brave enough to volunteer to aid me?" Clarissa was your average college girl who wanted to have a fun time out during the weekend. She and her friends had decided that they were going to the magic show of Minsky the Magnificent this Friday. She personally hadn't heard of him, but her friends told her that he was a great act and worth the watch. So when class was over, and she went back to her dorm to get ready, Clarissa finished up by grabbing her ticket and headed to the show. She waited outside for her friends to show up. About twenty minutes later, she got tired of waiting and decided that she was going to go inside anyway. Clarissa scoffed, not believing her friends could ditch her like this but shrugged it off and decided she was going to have a good time anyway. Clarissa had her flowing black hair in semi-waved curls which reached a few inches passed her shoulders. Her gorgeous blue eyes popped out of her head with intensity from her eyeliner and her red lipstick just brought it all together. A tight and sexy black dress showed off her supple curves. Not too grand but certainly curvy with what seemed to be C cup breasts and plump butt which was made even more attractive by the heels she wore. Once inside, Clarissa sat down at her table near the stage and watched the beginning of the performance. When he called for volunteers she felt herself unusually drawn to the handsome and mysterious magician. She raised her hand when his wand pointed over her, offering to be the volunteer. The hypnotist let his gaze slide to the curvy young lady who was asking to volunteer. Perfect... if she's easily induced... He nodded to Clarissa. "Come on up, miss. Come up and introduce yourself?" He offered a hand to help her up the stairs at the front of the stage, and then would hold onto that hand to lead her to the center of the stage, then turn her around. "Let's give her a hand, folks. She obviously wants to help me explore her mind, don't you all think?" He gave the crowd a wink, then turned back to the woman next to him. "We've not met before, right? And, have you ever been hypnotized?" All the time, he was smiling kindly, nodding at her responses, taking in her words. But his eyes subtly roved her body, appreciating her curves, her appearance--the total package. If he were a wolf, he would have "licked his chops"." So, do you work here, or go to school locally, or just in town for a convention?" Minsky laughed softly as he joked with the woman with him. Clarissa smiled as he chose her to be the volunteer. She stood up and flattened her dress before heading over and taking the steps onto the stage after taking his hand. There was a warm nervous feeling as he told the crowd to clap for her, blushing slightly as he turned her around. She brushed a couple strands of hair out of her face before answering him." Hi everyone, my name is Clarissa" she said with a small wave to the crowd before turning her gaze back to the hypnotist." No...we've never met before, and I've never been hypnotized before in my life." She answered truthfully to him with a nervous smile. Though his charm made everything go smoothly, and he didn't let her awkwardly stand there." I go to the college here and decided to come see your choice." She said, switching her gaze between him and the crowd. The odd feeling of influence still wouldn'tleave her. Minsky moved over to a side of the stage, and he rolled an upright box towards the center-back of the stage. "We'll use that later." Then, he turned back to Clarissa. "So, Clarissa, do you think you can be hypnotized? Shall we give you a little test?" He held his wand out, pointing it at the space between her eyes. "Focus on the tip of the wand, please. All you have to do is watch it." After a second or two, he began to sway the tip back and forth, back and forth. The interesting part was, as she watched the tip of the wand, it was like a little space was unfolding before her eyes, like the wand tip was getting--not larger, but, more complicated, like it had some kind of depth to it. But she could see it clearly as he moved it back and forth. "Just relax, and watch the wand tip. Relax, and let your mind drift, focussing only on the wand and the sound of my voice, Clarissa." As he spoke, his words softened, becoming quieter, such that he could still be heard by the audience, but only barely. The tip of the wand continued to develop some sort of depth, seeming to flash into patterns--a rose, a spiral, a windmill, all slowly turning, moving slowly back and forth, drawing her attention, pulling her mind to watch it even more deeply, or at least, that was what was trying to occur. The reality was... well, Minsky watched the woman, trying to evaluate what was going on. Clarissa watched him go to the side of the stage, trying to figure out what he was getting but when he came back she saw the upright box. She turned to him and answered "I don't know, I don't think I can but let's see!" She answered with a giddy tone in her voice. The moment the wand began to trail in front of her, she watched intently and focused on the wand. The tip of the wand made her vision ache in a weird way, but it still drew her in. It felt like it shape-shifted before her eyes and Clarissa was even more drawn in. His words crept into her ears as she watched the wand and lost herself in the sea of the wand which was enveloping her vision in what seemed to be a psychedelic trance. Clarissa had lost track of what was going on and where she was, all that mattered was the psychedelic wand in front of her. Minsky kept the wand moving slowly before Clarissa's eyes. "Yes, that's very good. Just keep watching the wand, and let yourself go deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed. Do you like feeling this relaxed, Clarissa?" Now, the tip of the wand was showing slowly shifting colors, reds and blues and greens spiraling around, changing as the shape at the tip of the wand changed. "So very sleepy, but, you can't sleep, can you? You have to keep watching the wand, to see what it's doing..." The magic of the wand was trying to slowly crush any resistance to his commands the woman might still have. The audience was, of course, unaware of what was happening, other than the fact that a pretty, curvy girl had suddenly been stupefied by whatever was going on the stage. Clarissa's eyes seemed to be as if she was high or glazed, just following the wand. It was if the world around her had turned into a kaleidoscope of colors and spirals. Her legs buckled for a second, but she kept her balance." Yeah.... I like it." Clarissa said with a drone voice as she watched, losing all resistance and barriers against anything else. She no longer knew where she was either. Minsky nodded. "Very good, my dear. Now, I want you to turn, and walk to the box. When I open it, you'll get in it, and face out the open door." He slipped his wand into his pocket, but hopefully, the spell suppressing her will would continue. He turned back to the audience. "Looks like my little test will be continuing for a while. How about we see what we can get Clarissa to do inside the box?" He walked to the box, opening the door so the hypnotized woman could walk in. Assuming she got in, he'd look her up and down. "Comfortable? While you are in this box, your relaxation will get even deeper. But, you cannot sleep while you are in the box, can you? You can't because that's the rule, and you have to follow the rules I tell you, don't you?" Clarissa walked to the box like he told her to, her mind was aware of what she was told to do, and it went along with it, but she no longer had control of her actions. She waited until he opened the door, and she stepped in, turning to face him to receive further instruction. She looked at him with conquered eyes and answered him, "I have to follow all the rules you tell me, I won't go sleep." "Yes, that's right. I know the rules, and when I tell you a rule, you have to follow it. Right now, for example, I could say that a rule is that everyone has to raise their right hand. What are you going to do?" The hypnotist spoke softly to the woman in the box, smiling slightly. He began to swing the box door closed. "Another rule is that people in the box have to obey the person who closes the box. Did you know that?" He was starting to wind his trap around the woman, hopefully unexpected, and resisted. Clarissa answered him by raising her right hand. "Raise my right hand... I do now sir, obey all the rules of whoever closes the box." She said as she watched the door close and a tingle run through her spine as her body and mind prepared to obey any command now. Minsky closed the door. "There. Now you're inside. Why don't you rest a while, and let yourself get more and more relaxed, deeper and deeper asleep, while you are in the box?" He turned back to the audience, and he said, "She's in there for a while, folks. Let's let her rest. Well, perhaps somewhere else?" With that, he pulled out his wand again, waving it at the box. He triggered a spell that would exchange the contents of the box on stage for a similar box in his dressing room... a currently empty box. He tapped the box, once, twice, three times with his wand, and the spell took effect, moving the hypnotized woman to his dressing room, emptying the box on stage. He showed the audience the empty box. "She's gone, folks. Hopefully she'll come back later. But for now, can I have another volunteer?"-----------Nearly an hour and a half passed.... Inside the darkness of the box, Clarissa heard the echoing taps of the wand against the box. Though still in a hypnotized trance. Clarissa's heart raced as she was transported through space somehow to the other box. At least, that's what it felt like happened. The small part within her consciousness wondered where she was, but the rest of her mind was focused on obeying the commands to stay in the box relaxed and waited for what seemed to be more than an hour and a half. Even in her relaxed state, Clarissa's subconscious tried to alert her of her location but none of that mattered. The magical finally left the stage when the show ended, and hurried to his dressing room, where the other box was located--the one with Clarissa inside. He gave the stage manager an instruction that he was not to be disturbed as the manager walked by. Then, he entered the room, closing and locking the door behind him. A few moments later, he was outside the box. It opened, slowly, revealing Clarissa inside. "Hello, my dear. Rested and relaxed? Ready for me to tell you some more things to do? Another rule is that people who were in the box, but get out, still have to obey the person who put them in the box. So you have to obey me, don't you?" He nodded as if it were simple. "Now, why don't you come out of that box, and let me get a better look at you?" He backed away a step, to give her room to emerge. Clarissa could hear her breathing echo within the confines of the box but soon heard a door open and then lock shut behind whoever walked in. Still in the haze, she saw the door of the box open and the magician who she had volunteered for was standing in front of her. The innermost part of her consciousness recognized that something was wrong, and he was the cause, but the rest of her body complied with everything he said. "Of course, very well rested. I'll do anything you say since I must obey even when outside the box as well." She said with little emotion but with some 'magical' motivation behind it. Clarissa took a few steps forward outside the box and stood in front of him and a gave a little twirl for him so he could get another glimpse of her full body. Minsky nodded at the woman's appearance. "Very nice, miss. Now, here's another rule. Whenever I say 'remove it', you must remove an item of clothing. This is completely natural for you, because you have to follow the rules, don't you?" He watched her to gauge her reaction. Then, he added another command. "Another rule. As you remove your clothes, you will become increasingly aroused, more and more horny. Won't you?" A few moments later, still watching her, he said, quietly, "Remove it." Clarissa looked on at the magician as he spoke to her. "Yes, it's perfectly natural because I have to follow the rules...more and more horny as you say." She complied with, though deep in her eyes he could see the resistance fighting deep in her mind. Remove it, the command echoed in her ears and her body began to move on its own, she reached up to the hem of her dress and began to tug on it. Shaking her hips side to side to help her slide off the tight black dress. After a few seconds of this, the dress pooled around her ankles after she slipped out of the heels so she would slip. She stood before him now, in her black and red matching set of a lace bra and panties. Skin so smooth and flawless. Minsky's experience told him he was close to the edge of losing the woman. He needed to deepen her trance. His wand came up again, aimed at the woman's face, and he began to sway it back and forth, waving it before her eyes. The tip began the odd unfolding again, drawing her attention, trying to increase the depth of her hypnotic relaxation. "Watch the wand again, Clarissa. Let it take you deeper and deeper again, more and more relaxed. Let all the things I've told you--about the rules--become firmer in your mind, more and more reasonable, less and less unusual and objection." Her eyes followed the wand again, it's psychedelic effects beginning once more, and before she knew it she was back into the same trance as before. Willing and with the rules cemented into her brain. She swayed side to side for a second but then moved herself back into position for him. Minsky nodded, putting away his wand. "Remove it," he said softly, again, watching her. As he watched, he spoke again. "A rule for you: as you get more aroused, more horny, you will want to have sex with the one who is telling you the rules. After all, he is trying to help you, and you owe it to him. In some ways, the one who gives you the rules is your master, isn't he? And that makes you his slave." If this worked, he'd have her deeply entranced, and deeply suggestible, with the keys to getting her even deeper under his spell... "Slaves have to obey their masters, no matter what they say, don't they?" The new command now rung in her head like a command from a queen bee, it droned in her head so loudly. Clarissa looked at him and reached behind her shoulders and unclasped her bra. She lowered the straps and lifted the cups away from her chest. Her beautiful and natural C cup breasts flowing out with a small bounce. At his command, a small sigh of arousal escaped her lips, her pink nipples hardening from it. Her eyes trailed back to him in submission and coo'ed back, "Yes, it does make him my master, he just wants to help me. I'm just his slave, least I could do. I always to obey....my master." She said, her entranced eyes locked on him. Your fine ass is mine now, Clarissa. Just a bit more, and you'll be my slave. Mirsky's eyes took in her form, and he barely resisted the urge to touch her nipples, to tweak and pinch them softly. Instead, he simply said, "Remove it." As her last bit of clothing would come off, he'd speak again, softly. "The touch of the master does not wake the slave. Instead, it drives the slave to even higher levels of arousal, and even deeper levels of obedience and relaxation. There's one more rule for you." Now, his hands reached out to softly stroke the woman's breasts, pushing them together slightly, stroking fingers over her nipples. He moved behind her, his hands cupping her butt cheeks, softly squeezing them. Once more, the droning the command filled her head and without hesitation her hands reached down and hooked their thumbs on band of her panties and slid them off down around her ankles. With two simple sways of her legs, Clarissa stepped out of the last article of clothing she was wearing. Another soft sigh escaped her, her nipples hardened even more and her knees buckled for a second. The new rule he introduces to her is immediately absorbed, and she answers with a polite and quiet, "Of course, Master." The moment his hands touched her breasts, it was like a shock of pleasure rang through her. The way he softly pushed them together and ran his fingers over her hard nipples drove her crazy. A soft moan escaped her lips shortly before he moved behind her and cupped her butt cheeks. Another shock of pleasure ran through her and made her submit even more to him. His hands continued to softly stroke and knead her rear, and he leaned close to her, whispering. "You like the rules, don't you? Following them makes you feel like a good girl. They are the rules, after all, aren't they?" He leaned a bit farther and kissed the soft skin of the left side of her face. "Your enjoyment of being like this will go on and on, as long as you follow the rules, Clarissa." His hands came up to softly stroke her breasts from behind her, cupping and squeezing them, catching her nipples between his stretched fingers, and pinching each of them in a manner similar to how scissors closed. "Another rule, a very important one. As you serve your master, you should think it's important to satisfy him, to make him happy.' Clarissa's cheeks had never felt this good before when anyone else touched and kneaded it as he did. His hands were soft yet rough to the touch all at the same time and every time his fingers buried into her soft flesh, a soft moan escaped from her. All of her muscles were loose and relaxed but the heightening arousal tensed them up again but this time, in an eager fashion to serve. The words he whispered into her ear now were as sweet as honey as he said he would praise her for being a good girl. All of her reason was long and control was long gone and only the idea of serving brought excitement to her. "Oh yes, Master. I'm a very good girl, I will always follow the rules because I like them very much! Always follow..." She hummed out like a puppet in ecstasy and especially with a heightened pitch for a moan when his hands returned to her large, supple breasts and squeezed them. The pinching of the sensitive nipples caused her knees to buck a bit again." I'll satisfy Master any way he wants me to. I'm a good girl and good girls make their masters happy." She coo'ed out. Minsky inhaled a bit, getting a whiff of her scent, and narrowed his eyes. His hands stayed on her breasts, softly squeezing and mashing her tits, fingers pressing her flesh a bit, working the nipples. "Reach back and unfasten my belt, then open and unzip my pants. You'll pull out my penis and stroke it and rub it. Bring it to full erectness." Though, to be honest, it probably is completely erect already...he thought to himself. "I want you to get your pussy wet, slave. Is it, yet?" He nuzzled against her neck, his teeth playing over her skin lightly. "It's quite wet, Master." She told him as her hands reached behind her back and fumbled to find his belt. Her fingers worked the buckle and released it. Clarissa's manicured fingers then undoing the button and with a simple tug, she unzipped his pants. One hand pulled down his underwear a bit and the other reached in and grabbed his semi-hard cock. One pull later and his cock sprang out of his underwear with enthusiasm. With her back still to him, Clarissa's hands wrapped around his cock and began to stroke it softly then jerked it back and forth as best as she could while he played with her breasts. Her hand twisting around the shaft as she hardened him to full size. Minsky moved forward a bit, rubbing his now erect penis against her hips, his thick, stiff member warm against her skin. "Vessels.... very good, slave. Very good... Your master wishes to enter you. What do you say to that?" His hips rolled back and forth, rubbing his member against her again, and his hands continued to squeeze and mash her breasts softly." Do you want to hear the last rule, Clarissa? Do you want to hear it, and then follow it for as long as you can? Let that rule become part of you?" He whispered in a low voice, his lips next to her left ear. "Master can do whatever he wants to me. Wherever he chooses to enter me from" Clarissa said while her hands still worked on his hot meat. The way it pushed up against her skin was even better. The contact of his cock against her skin so close to her tight holes was driving her insane too. "Of course I do, I want to hear it, so I can follow it and make Master happy." A smile crept across Minsky's face. One more step... He whispered into Clarissa's ear, nuzzling her hair softly. "When I fuck you, you become my slave, for all time, awake, asleep, near me, far from me... My slave, willing and eager to please, following my commands, but using your own skills and abilities and mind to serve me better." He maneuvered his member between her legs, using his hand to gently pull her hand off of him, then lifting her hand to her own breast and using his over hers to squeeze her tit. The mage's hips moved back and forth, sawing his penis against her labia, not entering her yet, but trying to increase her arousal even higher. "Do you want me inside you? Want me to make you my slave?" He nibbled on her ear after he spoke, then trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder. Clarissa took the final rule deep into her brain and into her heart. She would follow the rule to the ends of the Earth. "I will always be the one to follow all you commands no matter where I am and what I'm doing. To please you forever and always." When he put his hand on her breasts, she helped him squeeze her own supple tit and moaned with him when he began to rub his hot cock between her wet folds. "I want to be your slave, Master. Make me your slave and come inside of me." She begged him as he nibbled on her ear. A quick redirection of his hips, and Minsky plunged his member up and into Clarissa, slowly filling her slit as he began to rise up some. His hands went to her hips, pulling her down against him even as he thrust up into her, and he rolled his head back and exhaled sharply. "Yeses..." His back began to arch a bit, and she'd probably have to rise up with him as he continued to straighten up and penetrate her deeper, and his hands massaged her sides, softly stroking her skin. Inside his mind, somewhere, he knew this was wrong. But the girl was a great subject. He needed an assistant, and she fit the bill. And she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was... A loud sharp moan escaped Clarissa's lips as his hard, hot cock penetrated her tight pussy. She squeezed again against her breast while he angled himself to plunge deeper into her. She angled herself with him, her back angling with his causing her supple tits to bounce every time he thrust inside of her. His hands cradled her curvy sides as if they were meant to be there. Minsky's hips rolled forwards and backwards, slowly shoving his penis in and out of Clarissa's slit, filling her, then withdrawing nearly all the way. His hands continued to stroke and rub her skin, moving to the flare of her pelvis, using it to help control the speed he was using to mate with her. "Mammal... Nice, very nice..." He spoke softly, almost to himself. Slowly, he added speed and force to his thrusting, and he lifted his body a bit at the end of each thrust, trying to make her rise up also. He began to grunt softly, with each forward movement of his body. His eyes closed to slits, concentrating on their coupling, and his hands flexed on her waist, pulling her back hard against his groin. With each agonizingly slow thrust, Clarissa's body was filled with a heavy need for more as she somehow couldn't get enough of his cock. Her moans synched with his thrusts, especially when they picked up in speed and strength. Her sweet innocent moans filled the room along with the slapping of their skin together as her tight pussy clenched around his cock. His penis slipped deeply inside her, then nearly slid all the way out, Minsky's hands continuing to work on her waist, though eventually both came up to cup her tits again. He softly kissed her neck, and said simply, "Ready?" His body twitched right after that as he prepared to come inside her. "Messes..." came out as a soft hiss. The pressure from her tight pussy was driving him wild. "Ready to... become my... slave fully?" He worked the words around panting, in time with his thrusts. Clarissa couldn't believe all the pleasure that she was feeling and when he cupped her perfect tits again it became too much, and she moaned out loud sharply as she came on his cock. Her pussy clenched even tighter around her his throbbing shaft while she panted out, "Room yes Master. ... Your slave." is all she could moan out. Minsky came, hard, inside her slit. The feeling of his cum spurting from his penis inside her tight hole drove him crazy, and his hands pulled back, -hard- on her hips, driving him deep inside her. "Oh, God..." His hands slipped up to Clarissa's breasts, pulling her upper body back against his even as he came a bit more, spurting more cum out into her vagina. His body shook and twitched, and he breathed in ragged gasps. "You feel wonderful, slave. Nice and tight and soft and wet inside." He inhaled with a bit of effort, then added, "You know you are my slave now, right?" His hands softly massaged her tits, rubbing her nipples and areolae. Clarissa gave one last sharp moan when he pulled her hips back tougher than he had before. The way his cum felt insider her felt amazing, more intoxicating than his touch and all at the same time she felt the need to make sure he was satisfied. Her mind wasn't concerned about the fact he had just filled her with his seed, she wasn't on birth control. The way his hands rubbed her tits and played with her nipples felt amazing. "Ooh mm Master, I know I'm your slave. Are you satisfied Master? Is there any other way you want to use my body and I?" The magician pulled out of her softly. "Actually, I need to go do something outside the room. But, I don't want you to be lonely in here, so I'll put you in 'storage' for a bit. You'll like it there." Stepping away from her, he retrieved his wand from where he'd laid it, and then got a large silk cloth (large enough to completely cover Clarissa, head to toe). He pointed the wand at her, and said, "You're going to get sleepy, but not completely fall asleep. Then I'll send you away, but I promise I'll bring you back soon. And you'll have things to keep you entertained there..." Then, he made several passes with the wand, using magic that would put Clarissa into a deep trance if it worked, rendering her almost asleep, but not quite. After that, he covered her with the silk sheet, leaving her to stand for a moment, like a purple silk doll. He waved the wand before her, casting some sort of spell... And the sheet fell to the floor, no longer supported by the woman, who had simply vanished. Elsewhere, Clarissa was in some sort of space. There was a floor, and a ceiling, but the space was mostly a velvety black color, and it almost felt real around her. She could breathe, and move, but, where she moved, it was as if she touched soft, liquid-y velvet fabric. Then, the surrounding space started to softly squeeze and caress her body, all over. A voice--distant, but definitely Minsky's--spoke to her. "Hello, Clarissa. Just let yourself relax. Let the surrounding space rub and touch you. And think about how much you like being my slave--how much you want to serve me to the best of your ability--how happy you are to be rewarded for being a good little slave." Clarissa didn't know where she was, but she was still under Minsky's indoctrination when he sent her to some ethereal place. She didn't understand what was going on but all she could feel was some sort of liquid velvet wrapping around her and squeezing around her body. She danced with the cloth wrapped around her. Clarissa's mind was instantly filled with thoughts of how wonderful ti was to serve her new Master and how good it felt. Unable to wait for the chance to feel him again. The velvety space around Clarissa began to grow appendages, or at least, parts of the space began to grow into her body. Fuzzy, warm, blackness began to leak into her soft pussy, and press against her tight ass, trying to softly open her sphincter. At the same time, a similar blackness pressed against her mouth, as if asking permission to enter. Some sort of sweet flavoring seemed to seep from the tips of all three projections, warm and sugary and thick against her mouth and labia and rear. Mirsky's voice came to her. "Just relax, my slave, and let the space you're in keep you entertained. Let it fill you and feed you." Clarissa was wrapped by the velvet blackness, she had no idea what it was that was pressing against it, but it was coming from all sides and the blackness began to try to enter her folds, ass and mouth. Clarissa just let her Master's voice fill her and her worries left her. She opened her mouth and let the appendage enter. She groaned softly as her ass was slowly opened by whatever was pressing into her. The sugary sweet syrup intoxicating her sense. Minsky was gathering his things, and he surreptitiously got the woman's purse from where she'd left it under the table. Soon he was back in the room, and he used his magical senses to look in on Clarissa. He saw that the space she was in was keeping her nice and busy, so he went through her things, just making sure... Ah, a smartphone. He'd have to have her talk to him about her life... her previous life, that is. Deciding he'd left her in the space long enough, he snagged the silk sheet and held it up by the center, letting it drape down. The proper magic spell, and a wave of the wand, and her form was suddenly under the sheet, retrieved from the velvet-y space she had been in. With a flourish, he whipped the sheet off her, revealing her naked, sticky, body. "Ah, there you are, my slave. Enjoy your time away from me? I'm back, and I want to talk to you." He reached a hand out, fondling her face and neck softly, the hand then descending to her breast, where he rubbed her nipple slowly, back and forth. The mysterious but pleasurable world that she was in was suddenly literally pulled right off of her as she suddenly saw her Master standing in front of her again and she was back in what seemed to be the real world. The way her master's hand fondled her face felt warm against her seemingly sweaty and ticklish skin. "What would you like to talk about my Master?" She said, moaning softly as he rubbed her perky nipple. Minsky continued his assault against her tit, softly pressing and rolling her nipple, maintaining his control over her attention, though his own attention was focused on her, and her responses." First, will someone notice that you have been gone? Or, is there someone you should have called tonight when you got back to your home?" After pausing to hear her answer, he continued. "Second, you will be moving in with me, but we will have to make sure that our relationship appears to be a normal one to your friends and relations. So, even though you are my slave, you will have to behave as you would normally when we are with others. Though, you will act as though we are a couple, of course." He paused for a second, letting those orders sink in, then said, "Third, you will be my assistant for my shows, of course, so whatever you do for a living will be put aside for now. You can call your work tomorrow and tell them that you might need some time off, can't you?" Clarissa couldn't help but moan out again. The way he played with her nipple just felt too damn good to be able to ignore. "My roommates ditched me tonight so they won't worry tonight where I am, but eventually they'll notice I'm gone. That'll be easy master, serving you and pretending in front of my friends and acquaintances will be easy. No work so that won't be a problem." She answered all of his question honestly as they came in full dedication to him. The magician walked around the naked woman, letting his hand slide around, then bringing the other hand up to catch her other breast. He squeezed them together, mashing her tits softly into one lump. "Excellent, slave. You'll make a great addition to my act, what with your subservience to me. Hamm." He spoke the last part as he softly massaged her breasts. "Perhaps just a bit bigger." He released her breasts and pulled the wand out of his pocket, then began to softly mumble a spell. After a second, he lowered the wand a bit and began rubbing her breasts softly with it, up and down, back and forth, following the curves down to the nipple, and up from underneath." This will make your breasts grow..." The wand felt as though it was vibrating softly, and also as if a light electrical charge was running through it, not enough to hurt her, just enough to make her tits tingle softly as he stroked them. "... though it might take a few minutes. You can't rush perfect tits." His other hand slipped down her body, softly stroking her tummy and upper pubic area. The way his hands handled her mounds of flesh was delicious to her. His every touch caused her to tingle with excitement. Though his comment about her breasts caused a stir in her. A little panic sort of, because she thought she heard disapproval. "A little bigger? Is Master not happy with them?" She looked up at him with a concerned look of a sad puppy in her eyes. Though it all came out with a soft little ring while her massaged her breasts. Then her eyes saw the wand, her gorgeous eyes traced it as they rubbed around her breasts." Oof" She grunted out a bit as she felt an electrical charge running through her chest. It was odd, not pleasant, but not enough to hurt her. She stood like a perfect little slave for about five minutes before her breasts had grown from their C-cup up to a D-cup. She looked down and saw the sizeable difference. "Is this enough to please master? I'm sorry they weren't big enough. Please don't be mad!" She whimpered like his little girl toy while he stroked her lower stomach. Minsky laughed softly. "Yes, very nice, my little slave. Of course, I'm not mad." He patted her rear softly, and added, "You're a good assistant, and a good slave, aren't you?" He thought a moment about her words previously. "Did you say roommates? How many do you have?" As he spoke, he slowly waved the wand idly around her face, willing it to fascinate her, so that she would follow it with her eyes. His left hand, the one not holding the wand, went to her labia, softly rubbing them parallel to her slit. Suddenly, he said, "Hold out your hands, slave." He waved the wand back and forth, slowly, and then tapped her palms with it. A softly glowing pink and green vibrator appeared in her hands, and the mage nodded. "Yes, you might enjoy this... Or rather, I will make sure we both enjoy it." He laughed softly. "Yes Master! In ant to be the best assistant I can be!" She eagerly said, before her eyes followed the wand again like a cat following a laser light. "Um, I have two more roommates back home." The last word was stretched out a bit as the pleasure began to fill her once more. At his command she held out her hands and looked down at the vibrator. "Shall we use it now or later?" She asked him curiously "Well, two roommates. That could be interesting. Are they pretty, like you are, my lovely assistant-slave?" He smiled a bit, and took the vibrator from her, then flipped a switch on it. It hummed softly, and became harder to see due to the speed at which it was vibrating." This is a special vibrator. It's magical. For example, wherever I touch you, that area will become very excited. Here, try this." He touched the vibrator to her right nipple lightly, letting the device stroke over her skin softly as it "mummy"ed away. Instantly, a shock of pleasure would pass through her from the nipple, down into her core. "See?" He moved it to her other nipple, repeating the process, and the effect." Tell me more about your roommates. As a good assistant, your job is to help find me other good assistants, you know..." The moment the vibrator touched her nipple, it was as if an electric shock of pleasure coursed through her body and nearly paralyzed her. The second time he touched her nipple and the same reaction ran through her body. "Oh my god....it's so powerful..." She said with a shaking tone in her voice as she tried to cope with it." Yes Master, they're both pretty in my opinion. One of them is a blond, she isn't too shapely, but she sure is beautiful. The other is a redhead who was just as curvy as me before you changed me." The mage laughed as the woman shivered from the touch of the magic vibrator. He brought it to the back of her neck, softly rubbing her skin under her hair, wondering if the special vibrator's stimulating touch would be as effective on his "assistant's" flesh there. As he rubbed her neck with the device, he nodded. "Well, small breasts aren't an issue. I have the capability to change that, as you well know. And, redheads are nice." He moved behind the controlled woman, one hand still rubbing the vibrator on her neck, the other coming up to softly rub her breasts' undersides, then capturing one nipple between his fingers, rolling it softly. "And you'd help me 'convince' them to assist me, too, wouldn't you?" Clarissa audibly and visibly twitched when he put the vibrator on the back of her neck. She jumped a little bit forward. "Yes. I know you can." She said looking down at her new and even larger breasts. She continued to twitch, the sensation becoming more and more prominent.' Master knows I'll help him do anything!" She twitched and started shaking more when he rubbed her large tits and rolled her nipples. She moaned again, backing against him. The vibrator came off her neck and moved to her tummy, sliding slowly down over her skin, softly touching her as it hummed its magical song to her body. It ended up near her pubic mound, but not near her labia or clit--not yet, at least. He moved it back and forth like he was stirring soup, but slowly, carefully, touching just the very tip to her. At the same time, his hand moved to his own pants, sliding them down, revealing his erect penis, then rubbing it against her hips. His left hand went back to her breasts, lifting and cupping and squeezing them alternating. He spoke softly again, in her ear. "I think I'll take you from the rear this time, assistant. But your front hole will be busy, still." When he said that, he finally took the magic device down a bit more, stroking it over her clit very slowly, letting her body absorb the little buzzing feeling that the vibrator produced, along with the larger magical arousal it generated. The slow trail that Minsky was leaving down her stomach and down to her mound was shaking her very core. How such a tiny tool could drive her to this length, she did not know. Suddenly, she felt the hot tip of her master's cock press against her hips. She loved the feeling of his hand on her breasts, it was amazing. "How are they now Master? Are they good enough?" The last word was sent our with a sharp hum to it while he put the tip of the vibrator to her clit. Her body shook again as she started to moan. She turned her head slightly." Take it Master, take it and enjoy my ass....but be gentle first master. I've never been taken there before...enjoy it though..." She moaned to him. The hypnotist smiled slightly as she spoke. "Oh, yes. But I want to get my cock nice and wet first." He began to rub his penis against her labia, spreading his legs a bit to lower his body. As he rubbed on her nether lips, he continued to push the magic vibrator up and down against her clit, letting the magical stimulator play over her sex, trying to bring her to even higher levels of arousal, and to soak his shaft in her fluids prior to taking her anally. His left hand moved to her chin, pulling her head to one side softly, and he'd kiss her cheek as he did so. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he responded to her. "Your breasts are wonderful, my slave-assistant. And so is the rest of you." She continued to moan, the pressure from the magic vibrator on her clit and his cock rubbing against her tightness becoming overwhelming once more. She moaned out to him like a horny innocent little girl as her legs buckled a bit at it all. Furthermore, she delighted in his kiss, "I'm glad you like them Master, I really do...." She moaned out softly as she mentally prepared herself for him. His penis thoroughly sopping with her juices, he then drew back a bit, pressing the tip hard against the rosebud of her anus, slowly, slowly penetrating her rear, shoving into her, widening her opening as more of his erect cock slipped into her. The pressure of her tight ass was incredible, and he called out in arousal and excitement. "Ohhhhhh!" At the same time, he pushed the magic vibrator into her slit, just a bit, just deep enough to bury the "head" of the device inside her, where the buzzing and thrumming of the item would try to almost immediately push her into an orgasm. At the same time, he spoke quietly, his lips next to her left ear. "After I take you... you can take me to your home... and help me enslave your... roommates, just like you are enslaved now." His words came with pauses as he slipped into and out of her rear, his hips thrusting forward, then back.

Magic Show (SanguinePuppet_Bigwad) [halted]|rating:2.0

Hannibal_ The Cannibal's Prey (DrusillaJenson and ManofDawnLight)

(was from a small quiet town in the state of Virginia known as Wolf trap... Well, it was quiet up until a year ago when the murders started to happen...and rumors of a cannibalistic serial killer was terrorizing the streets...abducting young women holding them sometimes for a couple of days at a time before their bodies would be found displayed somewhere on the side of the road...or a motel room, or the woods with organs missing...a dozen murders would occur...and then for a couple of months the killer would seem to vanish off radar for a while....to only strike again repeating the process. Astarte Evans...31-year-old daughter of the towns sheriff and also the sheriff's department profiler...a name that circulated newspapers...TV stations....reporters...everywhere for the last two weeks...she was known as the survivor....the one that got away...somehow....some way...she was these killers last known victim and target...and on her third day gone missing she was found stumbling down one of the side roads completely out of it before he could get the chance to kill her. But the question is, did she really escape? Or did the Ripper let her get away as part of some twisted game of his?...she spent her first week in the hospital making sure she was okay with news crews and reporters trying to get at her. Then the hospital released her and the Feds automatically transferred her to a private room in the Baltimore Psychiatric Hospital. She was there a week trying to just forget what happened during her three days capture...it really wasn't that hard for her to block out those three days for her....the person never spoke...and she never saw him...or her....but she assumed it was a...he had a musky scent like a man...either way....after that second week just as she was a tad into adjusting that's when the Feds tried to talk to her to get some insight on catching this guy...but because she blocked things out....and knew so little...or told so little...they referred her to Dr. Letter for therapy to see if it would help her remember anything that would help their case... She was a bit reluctant but given she really had no other choice she agreed. So here she sat...the petite brunette...sat in the waiting room of this Dr. Letter she was supposed to see...she wasn't sure what good she was going to be....she didn't know anything....she never saw the person....never heard them....faintly remembered their scent....and the three days were such a blur to her...she nervously took in a breath as she waited. (was no warning, nor was there any hint of horror to come. There was simply a door that opened and a Dr. Hannibal to step a foot outside of it. Hannibal, "Officer Evans. Thank you for your patience. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable." Before the door opened, Dr. Hannibal was calculating his patient in many, many ways. Obviously she had a classic Freudian complex with her father, the sheriff of the little town of Wolf trap, for what other reason would such a talented woman confine herself to a limited job. Of course her talents came to use when the first local serial killer made the newspapers, but that was a matter of chance. If it had not happened, then she would still be wasting herself handing out tickets for hunting season violations. There was no mother, a loss at an early age which changed her family role from child to wife...figuratively speaking, of course. The death of her mother not only stunted her growth as a brilliant mind, but it regressed her ability to form relationships to that of a young teenage girl. There was much work that need be done. He had watched the news reports and reviewed her FBI file handed to him by Officer Crawford, but this was his first in person meeting...at least officially as his public self. His mind took a second to ponder, and in his mind, that was an eternity. She was quite beautiful. Yes, Hannibal had the capacity to appreciate humanly beauty. He often wished to attain such in himself, but genetics are immutable. The heart felt a heart beat skip. Before, when he had seen her in different circumstances, all he was attracted to was her mind and willpower. Now, after she had composed herself, he felt a basic attraction. He would have to analyze that at a later time. He opened the door as a gentleman should, welcoming Officer Evans into his office, his study, his true home. This is where he felt at peace. Not at his mansion. While he listened to other people's psychological dilemmas, he felt a slight sense of normality. He also felt like a god. He had true power here, as his word was accepted as truth and nothing else. Furthermore, he shut the door behind her with a soft click of the door handle. No loud noises. This was a sanctuary of comfort. Hannibal, "Please, sit down where you like. Make yourself as comfortable as possible." He followed his ritual and poured a glass of filtered water for his patient. He brought it over to her, "I hope that you do not feel intimidated by my reputation. Try as I might, I never seem to escape it. Please, think of me as a man and nothing more. One who wishes to help you through your troubles." This part was actually true. Her recover and which paths she took to attain it would also determine Hannibal's actions. (the seconds passed and turned to minutes she grew a little more uneasy being where she was. Part of her really didn't want to be here. She just wanted to get back to her everyday life. But was that even possible? Could she ever really go back home after what's happened? It would be nice to sleep in her own room, her own bed, instead of some mental institute like she was some crazy person. Her thoughts of going home were suddenly pulled back to reality, and she was reminded of where she was sitting the moment that door off to the right opened, and she saw who stepped partially out to call upon her. He was calling upon her right? She looked around the room but no one else was there but her, right? Her heart was pounding nervously as she got up and made her way towards him. Why was she so nervous? She was sent to a head doctor! Why!? Did they think she was crazy and made up her three-day ordeal?? because she really was no use to them for getting information about while she was gone. She couldn't remember anything. Or simply didn't want to remember anything. Noticing the small space provided to enter the office between him and the opened door she took in a deep breath as she slipped by. Slightly brushing against him as she walked in and the scent of jasmine is what he would smell coming from her. After a few steps into his office she stopped and blinked looking around. She was just, shocked. His office looked more like a mini museum, a library perhaps than a shrinks' office. Looking around a bit. "This......this is where....you work?"" Uh....no.....thanks.... I'm fine..." She said after the offer for a seat and water was given, as she looked at all the books and artifacts that were in his office. But after a short time of just taking in her surroundings she spoke to him without looking at him. " You know, I don't know why I'm here. This is just going to be a waste of everyone's time. I already told them. I don't remember anything." (Elena. That was the perfume. It wasn't necessarily a rare or exotic perfume, but it was a unique choice. Choosing to wear perfume in a male-dominated profession was a unique choice in its own. Perhaps there is more to her than her self-image as a protector of humankind. Perhaps she is a woman with all the desires and passions to follow. Listening to her denial, he placed the glass of water on a glass coaster. "To answer your question, yes, this is where I conduct my services. I find that when I allow myself to project my personality in my working environment, it relaxes me, and my patients can feel the difference." He walks up behind her as she studies his room. He takes note of the things she finds worthy of her attention. "And I am not here to simply question you for information. That is not my profession. I am in the business of healing the psyche. Nothing more. If you feel as if you don't need healing, then that is your decision. However, I would ask you that you give me the chance to ascertain that for myself. You've been through a traumatic experience, no doubt, but it would be wise for you to have a second opinion of your composure. I would feel as if I had done you a disservice if I did not at least give you my full attention for at least a few sessions." He observed her very closely from behind. Any movement, any reaction to his words would be noted and analyzed. He must know exactly in what mental state she was in, and how he could aid her. Or at the very least experiment with her limitations. He stood there, still as a statue and unblinking, waiting for her to decided her next act and admiring the way the light reflected off her hair curls. (was she here? Why in a psych hospital? Why did this killer pick her? How did she really manage to escape that night? Or did she? Maybe he let her go as part of some twisted game of his. Either way the questions rambled within her head and she just wanted to go home and forget it all. We all want things in life, unfortunately we don't always get what we want. When she walked into his office she paused for just a moment and turned her head as if something caught her attention. That scent! Something in the air surrounding her seemed like déjà vu to her, it was rather odd, but it caused an uneasy feeling in her stomach for a moment before she shook it off and looked around. She stood there a moment looking at one of his statues that looked like a stag. She was a petite girl, but very toned and athletic. Her smooth skin was soft and held a nice tanned glow from being out in the sun. Her eyes a light brown that seemed to hold a lot of emotion, and lips that were plump and rose colored. Furthermore, her nails were long and nicely done in a reverse French manicure, painted black with a little white upon the tips. She wore a pair of tight flared jeans that accented her curves and ass just right with a red sweater and heeled black boots, and a gold chain hung upon her neck with a cross upon it. She was rather fascinated with all the things he seemed to have. Furthermore, she listened to him as she moved curiously around his office stopping at a table where his sketches and drawings were. Furthermore, she looked down at them tilting her head as fingers reached out to lift the top page to see what was underneath it. "I suppose a few sessions can't hurt. But I don't like to be psychoanalyzed. I do enough of it in my work. I think I'd know if I was crazy or something." She turned to glance over her shoulder a moment. "Did you draw these?" She motioned with her hand to the drawings. (all the things she found interesting in his study, she saw his drawings, the most revealing pieces of information about himself. Perhaps she was attracted to him on a subconscious level and was following such passions. If she were to begin to like him too quickly, he would have to distance himself. That is...if he wanted to. His profession was his livelihood, but it was also a mask for his darkest desires." Yes. I find mimicking the classicists gives me more personal experience into the mind of an artist. Sometimes I feel I am inspired to make my own drawings." He observed her soul through her eyes. "Have you ever been psychoanalyzed before? Not by the doctors in the asylum, but before then. Have you ever in your life felt the need to ask for professional help? If not, then have you ever opened yourself up to another human being and shared with them your secret sufferings or nightmares?" He was probing and getting dangerously close to being a common psychiatrist, but he used the technique for a purpose. He needed to know what kind of person Astarte trusted. Could he be that kind of person for her?" If I have insulted you, I did not mean to. I simply need to know if you are familiar with the process. If you don't feel like answering me, then don't. I don't want to force you into anything." (sweet rose colored lips would curl up into a soft delicate smile hearing his response about the art work. With that she turned back around to run her slender digits along the drawings admiring them. She then turned away from the table that had his drawings on it and continued to move curiously around his office. It was more of a nerve thing to keep moving around at the moment. She stopped at a statue of a stag and ran her hand over it a moment before turning and looking at him. A dark slender brow lifted slightly at his question about if she ever caught out professional help, and she just starred at him, or more starred right through him was more like it. His question in fact did lead to her going back to the night she was abducted. Suddenly she seemed to be hit with flashes of what happened that night the more she kept thinking about that field. She gasped and went wide-eyed and suddenly stumbled back as if she lost her balance or footing. Her head began to spin and got lightheaded, and she stumbled back into the statue knocking it over, resulting in her falling back on her ass. "No.... I....oh god, I'm sorry..." She lifted a Shaka hand to the side of her head and closed her eyes a moment. He moved instinctively towards Astarte to her aid. He did not worry or become upset. Rather, he tended to the woman he had made dizzy with his questioning. He held her up by the back and let her come to. "Officer Evans, are you injured?" He listened to her reply as he helped her gradually walk over to the sofa and sat her down. It was during this time that he was able to assess her strength. She was lean, but she also had much muscular composure. A perfect balance every person wishes to attain in their lifetime. He also found himself enjoying touching her form, but he let that go. It was useless for his observations of her mental status." You have just lightly fainted. It seems as if you are unable to handle your past traumatic experiences in your current state. If you continue on this path, your subconscious will force you to relieve your experience at inopportune times, possibly while on one of your cases or even while you are driving, and it will be very a very dangerous time for you. I can help you with this. If you let me." He finally takes notice of the statue that was shattered during her fall. He could buy another one. It was just a symbol, after all. "Don't worry about stag. What is important right now is you." (rubbed the side of her head a moment as she sat there upon the floor trying to shake off the floaty feeling she had in her head. She flinched suddenly hearing his voice so close not expecting him to react so fast like he did. Her eyes flashed open to look up at him. But something stopped him from helping her up. A hand pushing him away. Her eyes starred straight into his for the moment, unknowing she was starring at such a dangerous being. Yet he held such compassion it seemed in his eyes, class in his appearance. But something was off. Then he would see it. That look in her eyes. A look he has seen so many times in previous victims when they realize that he was the one that was about to take their lives. And now she suddenly had that same look in her eyes as she starred up into his eyes. What was it that was triggering her? The only thing she remembered about the man who took her. His scent. Dr. Lector's scent seemed to circle around her now that he was leaning so close to her for a period of time. She felt her throat swell up as she coughed and gasped out. "You..." She blinked and suddenly slapped his hands away from her shaking her head. "It was you!" She kicked her legs at him before using her legs to push herself along the floor away from him. Her eyes wide and her heart was racing. With Lector's unique ability to smell things he probably would smell the fear radiating off of her she was getting so worked up. "Get away from me! It was you!" She pushed herself back up against one of his bookcases shaking. To an outsider she would appear like she was having some kind of mental break. Was she? Were the memories putting false perks in her head? Or was he the real suspect? She wasn't sure. She covered her face with her hands, more so her nose as if trying to block out the scent from her memory. Once more closing her eyes. Was unfortunate. He didn't expect her to allow her memories of him to resurface so easily. However, he did not act. He knew that this might be nothing more than a reaction to his presence, not a genuine remembrance of his role in her recent trauma. He observed her reactions and realized her attempts to block out her sense of smell. His smell. He usually went to great lengths to emit hardly any smell at all. Perhaps her senses were as keen as his. Interesting. Immediately he opened one of his glass cabinets and procured a bottle of Heritage Cologne by Overlain; a quite expensive bottle nonetheless. He applied it sparingly, and then returned the bottle to its rightful place. He now approached Astarte with caution Hannibal, "Officer Evans, you are regressing back to your imprisoned state. You are not a captive here. You are your own person, and you are capable of controlling your memories." He slowly eased towards her, allowing his cologne to reach her and possibly mask his true scent. "Officer Evans, I would like you to focus on your current location with me. See that you are in my office, on my floor, and that I am a doctor of psychiatry, not your captor. Look at me. Breathe slowly, count to ten, and look at me." (pressed herself against the wall of books trying to back herself up further. Hell if she could disappear into them, she would at the moment. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a pit suddenly open up at the bottom of her stomach leaving her with a nauseous feeling inside. His natural scent had triggered her memories indeed. Flashes of the night out in that field behind her house. Things she remembered feeling during her capture. It seemed to be coming back to her in pieces and it was all unwelcomed. Feeling her throat swell up some she swallowed hard trying to force the feeling away. Her eyes filling with tears as she returned her gaze to look at him hearing his words of what she was seeing or feeling. She shook her head pushing herself back up to her feet. Holding onto the wall of books to steady herself a moment before shaking her head. "I.... I'm sorry I.... I don't know what's come over me I..." Taking in a deep breath she closed her eyes a moment. She moved slowly with a nod of her head towards one of his chairs in the center of his room. The sudden scent that she now smelled was confusing her. "Maybe I'm going crazy I... I thought I.... You..... I'm sorry Dr. Letter I...." Settling herself down she practically curled herself up in that chair watching him.********(of Dr. Lector's office was another person. Another patient of his? Will Graham? Hardly. The well known journalist of Tattle Crime.com Freddie Pounds of course. The fiery redhead was standing by the office door with her ear and trusty recorder held up to the door. You'd think she'd learned her lesson the last time Hannibal caught her recording a session he had one time with Will Graham. But oh no! When she knew the survivor of one of the Chesapeake Ripper's murders was here. She had to get something to get a story out. (she has reached her limit for the day. Pushing a person too hard meant that they'd become practically impossible to help. He didn't want to do that to Astarte. He still had some questions that needed to be answered, and he also wanted to experiment with her mind. Plus, he sensed he felt some empathy for the woman. Interesting. He would let it run its course. Hannibal, "Do you feel as if you can continue? If you don't, then perhaps we can talk about other subjects in your life. Your work, for instance. You could describe to me your daily routine, from morning until sleep. I don't mind how mundane the details might be." He pulled his chair a little ways away from where Astarte was curled up. Perhaps some distance was needed between the two. He sat down, kept his body pointed directly at her, and simply looked at her. Not staring, but observing. He did this in a somewhat long silence. He was a patient man, and he could wait for Astarte to begin. (sat there and drew in a deep breath a moment holding it before slowly letting it out. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what the hell just happened. She could have sworn he smelled just like the guy from her three-day ordeal. But yet now... Now he seems to hold a different scent. Though since she was in the middle of her little hysteria she never noticed nor did her mind process the fact that he just put cologne on to mask his natural scent." Continue?.... With what exactly? I'm not crazy you know!" She quickly declared her sanity. She shifted a bit in the chair as her eyes glanced him over a moment. "My job? Oh, uh... Well... I work for the Wolf trap Sheriff's Department. My father is a... Is Sheriff Evans. I work in the department as their criminal profiler." She shifted a bit more, her nerves causing her to move quite a bit. "My day I'm sure is like any others Doctor. I get up... Go to work... Go home." She looked down a bit at the floor. "Just lately... Things in Wolf trap have been a little... Well, crazy. We've been working a big case that I've learned that now you guys at the FBI are looking into. My father wants me to not work the case but.... I... I have too... Inventor. What happened to me isn't going to stop me from doing my job." She breathed out heavily and glanced around the room then at the main door into his office seeing a shadow move under the door, and she blinked starring at the door. (follows her gaze towards the door, and there he sees it. Two columns of shadow creeping from behind his door. Someone has defiled his sacred home. Just as a priest has their confessional booth, Hannibal has his office. Unlike a priest, vengeance is a completely acceptable reaction to such violation. He stands up and firmly but not quickly stomps his feet over to his door. He acts quickly, for he knows as soon as he opens the door, whoever is on the other side would have taken off. A twist of the door handle and a swinging door that creates a brief wind, and Hannibal is standing there before the little spy Freddie Pounds. He says nothing at first. He stares deep into her soul. She probably is feeling a sample of the monster his victims experience. For a woman who would jump off a cliff to interview a suicidal governor, she is afraid of this man. He would have to assess her importance in the community. Her cunning ability to record her own presence and that of others. Her resolve to live. Before Freddie even begins to speak, Hannibal interrupts her. Hannibal, "Ms. Pounds, you are not welcome here. At least not at this time. You are harassing my patients, and you are harassing me. If you continue to do so, I will call my lawyer. Understand?" (Pounds was practically straining to hear what was going on. Literally cussing to herself when Hannibal asked the girl about her everyday routines. Damn it! What the hell did that have to do with that happened to this girl?! She blinked and went wide-eyed when she heard the sounds of stating footsteps coming towards the door, and she quickly stepped back. Freddie managed to shove the recorder into her purse just in time as the door was opening so the man opening it didn't see it. She smiled to him straightening out her coat as she extended her hand out to him. "Hi. Dr. Letter. I realize this is an awkward place to meet . But you seem to avoid me everywhere else, but I heard about your patient and was wondering if I could steal a moment of her time?" Bold straight forward question for Freddie to ask but hey, she had to try the nice approach. When Hannibal opened that door to find himself face to face with the overly excited redhead. She glanced to him as if looking him up and down lifting a brow. Then she leaned to the side to see the dark haired woman from the news sitting in one of his chairs. "Hi..." She moved past him into the room as if inviting herself into his session. Looking at Astarte as she approached the girl. "I Would really love to tell your story to let people know what really happened and what to look out for so we can catch this guy." Freddie slowly walked into Hannibal's too familiar office looking around then to Astarte. (Pounds was becoming more and more of a nuisance over time, and with him being in her sights, he was not happy at all. However, a thought occurred to him. If Astarte would not open up to him, perhaps she would open up to Miss Pounds. With him supervising, he could censor Astarte's words if they led to closely to his trail. If she didn't open up, then her officer training would kick in and force the reporter out. Such a switch in personality might allow more suggestions to trickle down into her mind. He was a patient man, but he wanted to reach Astarte as soon as possible. She was an interesting subject. Hannibal, "I apologize for the disturbance, Officer Evans. It seems Miss Pounds has forgotten the concept of respect for others. It is within my right to call the police, but as you are an officer, I feel as if I would be bringing unwanted attention to our relationship. If you wish Miss Pounds here, I will do nothing about it." (looked up at Hannibal and then at the girl then back at him. "Look, we both obviously want to help catch the guy who hurt this woman. I can help do that by getting the word out about this guy, so people know what to look for." She looked to the girl. "You want to catch this guy right?" Astarte looked at Hannibal then at Freddie a bit confused but nodded her head. "Well yea, but."" Then what better way?" Freddie said. Astarte looked a bit awkward for a moment, glancing at the clock seeing that her hour was just about up. And what timing, when one of the drivers from the hospital arrived knocking on the door before poking his head through the open door of the office. "Miss. Evans are you ready?" She looked back at the man and nodded and glanced at Hannibal and the redhead once more before she awkwardly turned and left without another word. She wasn't sure what to say with that woman there. As for Miss. Pounds she stood there watching the girl leave suddenly and she lifted a brow. "Interesting girl..." Freddie stood there by Hannibal's desk watching the girl leave with a bit of interest in her eyes. She had been prying into the 'Chesapeake Ripper's' case since he first struck his first victim. Vanessa Wells, twenty-three-year-old found on the side of the road with her stomach slashed open. There were other injuries, but the thing that stuck out about these murders was there was always an organ removed, and it wasn't always the same organ. It varied, from hearts, lungs, livers, kidneys, brains....always something. No matter how big or how small. ("Quiet. Perhaps you might share with me what you find so interesting about her? It's the least you could do after disrupting my sessions with her. Something which you will not do again, I assure you. I'd have to exercise my own strength in order to protect my practice and my patients, but I will do as I must." It wasn't an idle threat, but he hopped it would do. Miss Pounds might have created a reaction in Astarte which might benefit him in the near future, but she was as helpful as she was harmful. She had violated his home, and his private life was not something he took for granted. If she continued to be a problem, then is wondering about how strong of a liver she must have will no longer be wondering anymore. (blinked and oh yes, for a moment there he had her. When he gave her that.....warning. Her heart jumped a bit causing her to catch her breath a bit. But she wasn't going to let that stop her. Hell after all she stood next to Able Gideon as he gutted Dr. Chilton. So what's a mere-clouded threat of going to do to her?" Well, thank you for the warning but, I'm not going anywhere Dr. Lector. " With that said she turned on her toes with a bit of sass and walked towards the door to his office. She paused a moment and turned to look at him. "And as far as how interesting I find her.... Guess you'll have to see when my next article comes out. I do assume you read do you not?" She smirked and turned to leave his office.**********(later.... It was probably about nine-thirty in the evening. Astarte had pulled the same stunt that Abigail Hobbs did when she was in that hospital. She snuck out. And of course the hospital staff notified the contact number they had on file that she had gone missing. And since Miss. Evans was being kept hidden for her protection. Hannibal was the first contact since he was also her doctor. His office would be quiet for the most part after that phone call that he received. But after about twenty minutes later he would hear a window from the upper level of his office being opened. Then soft shuffling sounds, followed by that faint scent of jasmine that would announce that she had managed to somehow sneak into his office. Her going away comment was the last straw. Hannibal found her being repulsive, but her insult about literacy was the final push for a quite deserved reaction. Her tasteless articles on TattleCrime.com were her creations, but the site itself was supported by her associates. Also, she had other writers who supported her research. Specifically, a Harold Law ford. Harold was responsible for even more tasteless articles, mostly about the sexual misconducts of high society types. Hannibal logged onto his computer, went to an online directory, and through the freedom of information act and a third-world company, he was able to find Harold's address. He had been meaning to teach the miscreant a lesson after an indecent photograph of a philanthropist receiving sexual therapy from his fiancée. Besides, he was in the mood for a steak and kidney pudding.*******Hannibal was reading a personal favorite Dante's Inferno translated into French in the 18th century, when he heard the slight movement of a window. He didn't move, but his mind was already assessing the danger. If it were a burglar, Hannibal would make quick haste with disposing of him and possibly saving pieces for an evening dinner. He walked up his stairs quietly and hastily, his hand holding a gold letter opener. Then, he smelled the Jasmine. It was Astarte. He nonchalantly placed the knife on a shelf behind him. This was an odd turn of events. Perhaps she was more disturbed than he thought. Or perhaps she remembered their involvement together. Either way, he calmly waited for her entry, keeping close to his knife. (she snuck out of the hospital all she did was change out of the stupid hospital scrubs into a black dress she had that had spaghetti straps, and it went just below the knee. However, she was barefoot so her steps along the upper level of his office were practically silent. But that sent of jasmine would always give her away. Especially with Hannibal's keen sense of smell. Her feet silently move across the floor and turned a corner to head towards the railing of the second floor of his office where she could peer down to the main floor where his desk and such were. But as we rounded the corner she suddenly gasped nearly jumping out of her skin startled when she nearly ran into him." Oh...." She swallowed hard and starred at him a bit nervously. She had snuck out of the hospital and came to his office cause really, where else was she to go? It's not like she could go back home. She just didn't like being in the hospital. Going through stupid group therapy like she was some crazy person. She was actually starting to grow to trust Hannibal. Not a lot, but it was a start." I.... I'm sorry I... Furthermore, I didn't know where else to go and." ("...and this was the most neutral location you've experienced so far after your commitment. I understand. Here...", he took off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. He enjoyed a cold environment, and her elegant dress would give her no warmth. She had obviously not been wearing before she escaped. She chose to put this dress on. It wasn't even practical, which is what the mind would look for first when trying to escape. Hiding in his home was not her only intention. He held her by the arms and led her down the stairs, eventually placing her on a chair. He didn't respond to her just yet. A phone call needed to be made. He picked up the phone, dialed, and then answered..." Yes, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and I'm calling to inform you that your escapee Ms. Evans has found herself in my office and in my care. No need to send anyone to come for her. I will bring her back in my own vehicle when I am through treating her... Yes, I am safe and not in any form of danger... I understand. Tell your superiors of this call as son as you can. Goodbye." He hung up and looked at Astarte intensely. This was unexpected at best. He had planned on using his night for other purposes. He wondered what horrible things she had dreamed of to make her escape medical assistance and come to his location. Again, he noticed her pleasing form. And it pleased him to see her wearing his jacket. Not now. There are more pressing matters. (starred at him a moment as he picked up the phone and started to speak to the staff personnel at the hospital. She lifted a brow, but her brown eyes strangely seemed to lock on his for a moment. She starred at him as if she was trying to read something through him. Seek out some kind of answer. "You're not telling me something. What is it?" She lifted a brow at him starring at him a moment as she tilted her head suspiciously.Finally, she got up off that chair and moved towards him to his desk and leaned a bit seeing the files he had on his desk and her brow lifted even more. "What aren't you telling me?!" She slowly circled around him keeping a distance so he couldn't grab her to stop her. She moved around him and his desk to come to the front of his desk and her eyes glanced down seeing a file with her name on it sitting there. Her heart started to pound and suddenly out of nowhere she reached over and snatched the file off his desk and took a few steps back to create some distance as she flipped it open. That's when she saw it. The police report only the eyes of the Feds had seen. Apparently there had been a body of a young woman in the upstairs of the very same cabin she had been held in during her three-day capture. But because when she was found she had blood on her, and was dazed and confused. Suddenly Hannibal would see the horror form in her eyes as she read on about them suspecting her to being the killer. She felt like her heart had stopped as she slowly lifted her eyes to stare at him. "Is... This why... I'm really here? To see if I really killed this girl?" She started to shake some she was getting a bit worked up. "You lied to me! You said you wanted to help me!" She threw the file at him papers scattering everywhere as she started to back up. "I'm not here to catch who kidnapped me... I'm here cause you all think I did it!" She stood there suddenly feeling like a mouse trapped in a cage with a cat. She had come here tonight to seek sanctuary, and instead she got here finding things she really wished she hadn't. Furthermore, she stood there watching him. Furthermore, she took a few extra steps back to create some extra distance between. (had planned letting her 'accidentally' see her profile, but at a much later date. She had caught him unprepared, and his untidiness was at fault. Of course, she overreacted. She was being titled as a killer after she had been the victim. No matter. She would have suspected as much from the future conversations from her fellow officers. Normal law officials were very transparent to a fault. He might as well experiment with her frail mind while it was here. Hannibal, "I am not here to harm you. If you wish, you can leave here through the front door. I'll give you ten minutes before I call the police department. However, what will it give you? You're an escaped patient from a mental ward under investigation for being a murderer. Your prints and face is already in the system. Even if you do manage to acquire a car, it won't be long before you're recognized with your image being on every television station." He walked towards her, and as she backed up, he forced her against the wall with his mere overbearing presence. Hannibal, "Am I here to determine if you are capable of murder? Officially, this is the case. Unofficially, I am a psychiatrist before anything else. My duty is to heal my patient. Nothing in my mind is a higher calling. Do I think you are capable of murder?" He let her dwell on this as he took a long moment to answer. "Definitely not. You have too much of your father's personality and your mother's gentle nature to cause such suffering in the undeserving. The victims were innocent. Plain, but innocent. Therefore, I am only here to help you rebuild your psyche." He took a half-step closer to her, allowing her to be in his private space. Hannibal, "Do not allow yourself to fall down burning from the sky. Your wounds are not your identity. Keep your place amongst the stars. Stay with me for the night." This was as affectionate has he is capable of. No, he wasn't touching her, but they shared the same breaths. For him, this was foreplay. (shook her head standing there as she pointed to the files on the floor. "You wish to help me? Help me do what? Help remember what happened to me? Or according to your little friend there, Jack Crawford and the rest of his goodies remember what I did?" She started to move backwards taking slow small steps getting a little on edge, but if she didn't keep moving or something she would have snapped or something. She could feel all her emotions balling up inside the pit of her stomach ready to explode on her. So once her back was pressed up against the wall she simply moved along the wall of his office keeping her eyes on him. Though the more worked up she got, the more he could see the emotions straining on her face as if she was struggling with something in her head. Perhaps another trigger? Fear?" If, if you're supposed to help me. Why didn't you tell me about this?" She paused sometimes when she moved along the wall to close her eyes and shake her head, as if she was shaking something off, or away. She continued to move along his office trailing her hand along the wall as she moved. Her paranoia was setting in, and she was starting to feel more trapped. She focused on his voice as he spoke to her but as the seconds went by it was as if his voice was being pulled further and further away from her. At one point she only remembered hearing bits and pieces of what was being said. She blinked suddenly, and now she found herself trapped in a corner. "Stay?" (was losing her. Of course what he said would have to sink in and resurface when she was more in control. He was right, though. She would either have to stay with him, or she would find herself in the mental ward, bound to a bed and full of medication. That situation would be beneficial for him, but he desired to learn more of her psyche. A night alone with her would be a perfect opportunity for such. He lifted his hand to her; open and awaiting hers. Hannibal, "Hold my hand. My calm will be your calm. Focus on my warmth and my voice. Find yourself once more. And then find yourself with me in my office." This was a new move. He didn't know if it would work, especially since she had reacted so horribly when she detected his scent. He was still wearing the cologne, but overdoing it would be suspicious. Furthermore, he was taking a chance. Why? (pressed herself further up against the wall starring at him with wide eyes. Part of her wished she could disappear into the corner. But like he said, if she managed to get away she most likely wouldn't get far. She was confused though. She had been a victim of the Chesapeake Ripper. So why was she being investigated as if Stewart Chesapeake Ripper? She couldn't remember much of her three-day ordeal. She remembered being out in the field behind her house after a long day at the sheriff's office. Furthermore, she had been studying the Ripper case. Trying to profile this cannibalistic killer. Maybe she got too close? She wasn't sure... Darkness. It was one thing she remembered besides the scent of a masculine person, which told her that the Ripper was a man. But this man never seemed to talk, or if he did, she doesn't remember it. Was she drugged? After darkness came to her from out in that field behind her house she remembered staggering down a road covered in blood. But it wasn't her blood on her. It belonged to the other victim that was found dead in the very cabin she had been kept in. The sound of his soothing voice seemed to reach her ears and pulled her out of her memories. Blinking a few times as she stood there as if snapping out of a trance. "I.... Did I kill that girl?" She asked with a nervous tone in her voice. She glanced down to his extended hand and hesitated a moment starring at it.Finally, after a few moments she lifted her own soft hand and slipped it into his. Her hand compared to his was much smaller, and he would feel her tremble slightly. "Why..... Why would they tell me I was being sent to see you to help remember what happened to me, to try and remember who did it to me.... But in the file you were given I am labeled as a suspect of these Ripper murders?" He held her hand firmly, but not painfully. Just enough for her to feel his strength and how it could protect her. Or harm her. Hannibal, "Because to those investigating the killer, their very few leads can only point them so far. They do not have a perfect image of the true killer, but they do have you. And in my experience, law officers will take an imperfect lead over a dead end. "He tried to lead her away from the corner and towards the couch. Moving her to the center of the room. "Yes, stay. My couch is more than comfortable enough to allow sleep, and I need very little sleep. I've always been like that. I suppose it's because my subconscious and I are on very good terms and need no intermediary to communicate."

Hannibal_ The Cannibal's Prey (DrusillaJenson and ManofDawnLight)|rating:3.0

The Great World War (WWI ERA RP IC)

The Great World War (WWI ERA RP IC)Intro: This role play will take place during the World War I era that means only technology and knowledge in the era of World War I will be allowed and tolerated in the role play. This is an alternative history which means just about anything history wise can be possible if its reasonable, if you want to control an interested nation and let your mind go wild with its creation then that's fine by me. If you want to go the generic route then that is also fine by me, the main point of role playing in my opinion is to have fun and to keep it interesting for everybody involved. Rules:The basic rules that apply to all role play's will apply to this role play but just encase you don't know the basic rules then I will repeat them.1. No God Modding, try to keep things somewhat realistic this also applies to technology.2. No Meta-gaming, IOC knowledge cannot and does not apply to IC.3. Respect other players and try to remain civil during debates and arguments.4. All final decisions made by the Op and Co-Op are final.5. Remember that this is a role play and try to have fun. Halleon and Acrostics both run this role play and share the powers of Op, if one of us acts on something then we both act on it. Map-[/align] The Prussian Empire - Kharkov - Purplest; The Prussian Kingdom of Austria - Vacant - Dark Purple (Prussian Protectorate) -Sgt; The Prussian Kingdom of Poland-Lithuania - Vacant - Light Purple (Prussian Protectorate) The Imperial States of America - Galleon - Grate United Federation of Indonesia - Acrostics - Yellow The Union of Kalman - Leo X - Blue The Empire of Axum - Conservative Morality - Sandy yellow Byzantine Empire - Public - Orange Free Territory of Trieste - Began - Light BlueTsardom of Russia - Nigeria - Green Kingdom of France - Benutanairan - Maroon The Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire - The Gaelic Kingdom of Britain - Dark Blue United States of Latin America - KalckalinkdEmpire of Italy - Brit can - Olive drab green Republic of China - Jade Confederacy - Brown[/quote]Sing up's and IOC- Great World War (IC)The Peace that currently exist in this World is more fragile than glass, already cracks are beginning to show and spread that could at any second shatter the peace and cause the Great Nations of the World to start fighting the War that shall be like no war ever fought by mankind. A war that shall claim life's by the thousands if not the millions, the balance of order and power shall shift as nations collapse as only the strongest shall survive. As men march to war they shall be slayed and slay each other at a level that shall shock the World for years to come, but the question is will you lead your men to glory or lead them to a devastating defeat? That question is yet to answered but remember the Victors of Wars write the History Books. Imperial States of America Washington, DC The might of the Imperial States of America marched down Victory Lane, the main street within the Capital mainly used for Military Parades, as thousands of soldiers marched in perfect unison each saluting Emperor Monroe as they passed. In the background the deafening roar of thunder could be heard as arterial pieces fired duds in the distance to impress the crowds that lined the streets cheering as the pride of the nation marched before them. Calvary Units with sabers drawn led the parade down the avenue, as the parade was nearing its ending everyone knew that a speech from Emperor Monroe would be made to install a sense of pride within the military. With a twenty-one gun salute the last regiment that was a part of the Elite Imperial Guard turned towards the Emperor. As the Emperor stood the crowds ceased their cheering to hear their great leader's speech. Emperor Monroe spoke in the microphone in a loud and confident voice,"My Fellow Imperial Americas, today we have stood witness to the might and glory that is the Imperial States of America. No power on this Earth can stand against such a force that we hold at our command, the Earth will tremble before us in any war or conflict! I say with confidence that the Imperial States of America has no equal on this Earth that God has created, it is by God's will and our destiny that we shall claim the Americas for the Imperial States of America, those who stand in our path shall be dealt with by military force, we are not pacifist we shall not shy away from conflict when we know that we shall be blessed with victory on the battlefield. Remember that your duty as an Imperial Citizen calls upon you to enlist and support the Military as the Military's duty is to protect this great land from any possible threats let it be Internal or External as Supreme Leader of the Imperial States of America, I stand ready to serve and give my life for my homeland. God Bless Imperial America and God bless its Citizens, today we stand strong, tomorrow we shall stand invincible! Finishing the speech to the sound of applause the Emperor smiled and waved at the crowed as he left the podium. The Emperor knew that Imperial Propaganda kept the people and the military loyal to the Government but more importantly it kept every citizen, solider, politician, and organization loyal to their Emperor. As an aide handed him a folder he knew that now was the time to finish the expansion into Canada, tomorrow the order would be given to officially push into the rest of Canada. The Emperor's mind drifted to the current tension that existed in the World, it seemed as if an all out global war was nothing but a stone's throw away, with a laugh and a cold smile, he knew he wouldn't shy away from being the first to throw that stone. United States of Latin America Havana, Cuba After several days of fighting Havana was calm. The people could come out again and life was finally returning to normal. In the ex governor's mansion a man was sitting in the ex governors desk. He was in his early fifties, but he looked like he was still in his thirties. That man's name was Alfonso Bolivar son of Simon Bolivar the first king of the UCLA. One of his minsters came in and handed him a piece of paper. It was a status of what was going on in the frontline of the recent Latin-Spanish war. The war had started five years ago in 1905 when Spain attempted to invade Panama, the Spanish forces were about to capture the Panama Canal but were routed by the defenders. Slowly but surely the UCLA forces started to such the Spanish back all the way to Managua the secondary capital of their Colonies and were right now in the progress of besieging it. It had been five years since the war started, but Victory was at hand. The UCLA had also invaded Cuba but had only fully captured Havana, the other cities were still being fought over in vicious street fighting. Now as the king sat down and was content he knew that victory would eventually come. Jakarta, United Federation of Indonesia The Back Ga dung was one of the greatest buildings in Jakarta. It was where the Kerala, the head executive of the United Federation of Indonesia, lived and worked. It was a huge marble building, with thick glass windows. Furthermore, it was four floors, but it was fashioned in a traditional 18th century Indonesian style, where the roof was about a floor higher than the last floor. Median Peking was the current Kerala. He was an elderly man, at 71 years old, serving in the ninth year of his second and final five year term. Peking was a smart man, and had been a Senator for many years before becoming Kerala. He knew the ins and outs of Indonesian politics, having represented both islands in the Philippines, and Vietnam. Kepala Peking was sitting in his office, when his Secretary of Interior Affairs rushed into his office, as well as three other advisors. The Secretary of Interior Affairs was one of Peking’s closest friends. His name was Again Hand, and he was only a year younger than the Kerala.“Mr. Kerala, we have just discovered something very interesting. We have found a massive deposit of gold.” Petung looked up surprised. “How much?”“A lot.” One of the advisors broke in. “Enough to cause a drastic shift in our economy.”“Where?”“On the island of Sumatra. Apparently we had overlooked some of the more gold rich areas. Just recently a farmer was trying to re-sod his crops when…. Taxa.”“Wonderful Mr. Hand! Let’s establish our control of the mine as quickly as possible.”“It is already done. It is a good thing farmers know little about mineral mines.” The Secretary of Interior Affairs chuckled. “I just sent a retrieval crew. We will know just exactly how much is down there soon, but I’m betting it’s huge. We’ve already gotten some results back from preliminary exploring, and it looks like there will be at least a couple million dollars worth!” Letter to the Stardom of Russia From Kerala Peking of the UFI Greetings, good friends. In the United Federation of Indonesia, there is a sense of foreshadowing, a feeling that terrible things are coming. The people wish to connect more with our ally to the North. I would like to offer a tariff reduction agreement with Russia. We eagerly await your response. Signed Median Peking, Kerala of the United Federation of Indonesia Acrostics wrote:Tag for postWhat does that mean? The Prussian Empire The Reichstag, Berlin, Brandenburg. Pure white blanketed the lands of Europe. A protestant Christmas had just ended in Prussia, and the citizens welcomed the new year with the same determination, pride, and nationalism that all Prussians had. Kaiser Wilhelm moved into the new year gallantly and confidently. The citizens, under the iron grip of the Ministerial fur Staatssicherheit (or Stasis), remain ever loyal to the Kaiser and Prussia. Posters and regular nationalistic broadcasts keep the citizens ever thinking about their country, and it's glory. It was a new year, and it was time for the Kaiser to address his subjects personally. But, before the grand speech, he had matters to discuss with his handpicked advisors. The Reichstag had been transformed. All ministers were nothing more than mere advisors, advisors hand-picked by the Kaiser. It was Wilhelm who had all the power, Prussia lay in his hands. However, despite this absolutist control, he would listen to his advisors. Although arrogant, proud and imperialistic, he was cunning and clever. These men had experience, which Prussia could benefit greatly from. This didn't save them, however, from the salute whenever the Kaiser entered the room." Heil, Kaiser!" The men sitting around the table immediately stood up, clicked their heels, and thrust their right hands in the air. Their left arms held beautiful pickelhaube helmets, extremely well polished, and the rest of the uniform was pristine. The Kaiser liked his subjects to look smart, and it was best not to disappoint him." Thank you, gentlemen. Please, sit." Clanking was heard as helmets were placed onto the table and chairs were sat upon and pulled in. Wilhelm strode to his more flamboyant seat as the guards shut the door. Sitting down, he looked at the ministers and smiled. "So, we know why we're here, gentlemen. What have you brought me?" The first to stand was Reichsmarshall Ritter. "Sir, we have begun the transformation of militia, reserves, and bare conscripts into proper soldiers. Native warriors in Africa and India are being transformed into Prussian soldiers. This whole process will take time, sir, but it will raise our military to 3% of the population, 7.8 million men. They will be nowhere as elite as our current 1.3 million men sir, but by God they will be better than conscripts and better than most troops out there. The state of some of those militaries, they need Prussian discipline!" The man said triumphantly, then proceeding to take a seat. The next man, Friedmann, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, stood. "Thank you, Reichsmarshall Ritter. Now, as for your 'alliance pact' idea, sir, I have been developing it and have created a list of countries that should want to join our endeavors. And first, we will be starting with the Russians, our oldest and greatest ally. I will be off personally to see the Tsar, sir, as that is what you wished." Wilhelm nodded in confirmation, and Friedmann continued. "I will propose goals and names, the latter the Tsar can choose. Perhaps you would like to read it first, my Kaiser?" Wilhelm took the paper and a quill, crossing out some of the names and writing different ones. "You are a clever man, Friedmann, but you haven't got much elegance." Wilhelm smiled jokingly as Friedmann scanned the new names." Much better, your majesty. I shall begin the letter straight away." Friedmann gave a bow and departed. The minister for State Security Kuhn and minister of Internal affairs Koenig did not have anything to add, so the last person to speak was Minister for the Treasury Wechsler. "The economy is booming, sir, both agricultural and industrial produce are high, and trade is going well. Some reparation money is still left over. We can afford the troop rises." The Kaiser smiled. "Thank you, gentlemen. Well, I shall take my leave. A speech is to be made." The men arose and saluted as Wilhelm walked out. On his way out, the Minister of Internal Affairs approached him. "Sir! I have finalized the draft Illegal Immigration Act. I did not make too many changes, sir." Wilhelm took the paper and read it.1914 Illegal Immigration Act Article I. Those attempting to cross the border illegally will be shouted warnings from the officers of the border trenches. Warnings will entail that migrants crossing the border without permission will be subject to harsh treatment before they can enter. Article II. Those that carry on and reach the border guards shall be beaten to the ground and taken to a Detention Centre. These migrants will take the intelligence test as per all legal immigrants. Article III. Those that fail will be what we state are 'Rehabilitation camps', where they will be taken to be sent back to their home or found a suitable home in Prussia. In reality, these will be Labor Camps, where they will be masked and categorized. Dissenters will be shot. They will be put to work, possibly building trenches and fortifications instead of our soldiers. Masks will prevent them from being recognized and stop them from speaking. Article IV. Those attempting to cross the border by force or are suspected of being spies will be shot. Kaiser Wilhelm took out a pen and signed the document. "Very good, very good Koenig. Have this Act passed, I like it very much. Again, well done." Koenig saluted and marched off. The Prussian Empire Ministry Of Foreign Affairs, Berlin, Brandenburg. Friedmann walked into his office, taking a pen from his highly organized desk. Paper was found in the upper middle drawer of the desk, some blank, and some with the flag for letters. Friedmann took one of these and began to write. Official Imperial Telegram from the Prussian Empire From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs To: His Imperial Majesty Nicholas II, Tsar and Autocrat of all the Russians Greetings, old and valued comrades, As the world grows ever hostile and increasingly threatens empires, some form alliances to protect each other's lands and people in mutual comradeship, as we have done. All these years, we have helped each other expand and defend. And the Kaiser has an important plan that he believes the mighty Tsar should know about. Alliances will be formed, and our nations will grow an unalterable bond, one which can break nations and other alliances alike. I propose a meeting, wherein a Prussian representative will travel to Russia and meet in a city of your choice, where we will show you our plans, and we will see what you make of them. Regards, Minister of Foreign Affairs Friedmann Events> Recruitment for the new army has begun. Reserves, volunteers, militia and conscripts are now receiving training. Conscripts are being drawn to replace the lost militia and reserves, mostly from the unemployed sector.> 1914 Immigration Act passed. This is a message for the mighty Prussian Empire, I propose an alliance on the following terms, That if the Imperial States of America attack us the United States of Latin America or that we go to war with them. Then in the event of victory and only if you provide us with aid. Then the Prussian empire will get all of Canada and the Old 13 colonies. Constantinople Emperor Constantine XVIII surveyed the vast hordes of Imperial soldiers as they marched up the central street of the grand city. Thousands of Byzantine citizens gathered shouting praise and cheering as the military march continued on. The flags of the empire hung from every building and were held by thousands of patriotic citizens. Meanwhile, the Bosporus was crowded by dozens of new warships all first class and some of the most modern in the world. The Emperor smiled indeed the Empire was strong her grip spanned continents and her prestige caused many to cower beneath her. However, it seemed the whole world was eager and more importantly ready for war. Indeed, most sad he noted Byzantine herself would be creating ties, many ties especially to her old friend the Prussians. They and their vast empire could ensure the Byzantine flank was covered so she herself might reclaim the holy land and restore other territories to her. He smiled Byzantine was on the march indeed. Code: Select alto: Greater Prussian Empire From: Byzantine Empire Greetings old friends and allies long have we both assisted each other throughout history. After all did we not spill Habsburg blood during the Reformation together and did we not defy the anti-Christ Napoleon. Indeed, our fates have long been intertwined now though the world is ever ready for war. And we all need allies hence why I feel it in outer common interests to unite against our foes. Thank you my friend. Sincerely, Emperor of the Romans and Autocrat Constantine XVIII Palaiologos IOC: Ahh, gotcha.IC:Lachlan MacLeod:King of ScotsAislinn O'Rourke: Queen of the Irish (aka Lady MacLeod)Edinburgh Castle, Edinburgh Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scots, was enjoying a quiet evening, away from the politics of Parliament and other Kingly duties, sitting in a comfy chair, puffing away at his pipe, and watching the sun set over Edinburgh, and though he himself was away from any kind of "political nonsense" as he put it, his mind could be nowhere else. For the past decade and a half of his rule, he has grown increasingly concerned with the Imperialism that has gone rampant in the world, entire civilizations and cultures being slaughtered, coerced, or simply overthrown by another in a matter of months or less... All in the name of "Glory", "Honor", "Kings, Tsars, Emperors".... Things like that bother him especially... Perhaps because of what happened to his own people because of English Imperialism?... An odd thought for one who inherited the vast British Empire perhaps, but then again, it wasn't his choice to rule as an Imperial Monarch, it was the Parliament's. His train of thought was broken as he felt a couple soft, feminine arms curl around his neck and hold him tightly. His wife, Lady MacLeod, despite being more or less a stranger to Lachlan by the time they married at the founding of the Gaelic Kingdoms 15 years ago, became rather fond of him quickly, and he to her, a lucky match, especially considering the history of such arranged marriages throughout European history... Lady MacLeod kissed Lachlan softly on the temple and then sat in the chair next to his. She looked at him with concern and asked, "Are you doing alright, dear?" Lachlan took a couple more puffs with a distant look in his eyes, then finally spoke, "There's a storm coming... Things are heating up around the world, and no Emperor, King, Prince, or Prime minister would think twice about firing the first shot and send the world into bloody chaos... And I know our people are going to get caught in the thick of it." Lady MacLeod sighs and gives him a kind look, she understands Lachlan well, though he may be strong of heart, he has a bit of a tendency to over-worry about things that haven't happened yet, especially when the Isles are concerned. She replies gently, "There's no guarantee of that, we have few ties outside of Europe alliance-wise, and Europe itself is fairly placid. The Prussians are well-expanded and have no need for further territory gain in Europe, the French, well, they have little power to do anything at present... And the Swedes seem to be a non-aggressive sort, at least not to Britain, and the Byzantines are miles away, and have no quarrel with us. " "I suppose so." he takes a long sigh, and says "Thank you, dear." he then leans over and kisses her on the forehead. It is then when the servants come in, bringing a beautiful porcelain tea set from the colonies, and sets it on the small table between the two Royals. Lachlan nods appreciatively to the servants, then pours himself a cup of tea and sips it, staring into the sunset... But despite the comforting atmosphere, he can't shake a feeling of dread. Elsewhere in the Empire, reconstruction efforts were still underway, and much of the old infrastructure is being improved in the process. Modern roads, railroads, telegram systems, new housing, all underway, not just in the Isles, but in Australia, South Africa and New Zealand as well. New Diamond and Gold deposits have been discovered in remote lands in South Africa, ensuring a flow of wealth into the Royal Coffers to be distributed for improvement building. And British immigrants are flocking to the colonies, especially India and New Zealand. Reserved Algiers Herald-Serving The Royal Frenchmen with trusted news since 18521) Ford-Mobile Fad going too be far in Algiers? Most Frenchmen honestly still think the Ford-mobiles are still just a Fad including many in the Royal Court and the King. However, the supreme commander of the military has approved 1,000 for the military and the first native Ford-mobile assembly line factory has been built in Oran to meet the countries growing demands. Certain areas have been created for the Purchasing of Ford-mobiles in which stickers are included to easily identify ownership following confusing and accidentally stolen ford-mobiles. Zones have been created to keep the ford-mobiles in a certain area when shopping or other activities and a system of signs have been created. A series of bells are being used for" Stop" and "Go" to ease life in Algiers.2) Last Negro in downtown Algiers Meson Cartouche, 88 sells property and moves to the Children's house in Grey Quarter. Comments that his white and Arab neighbors never complained about him and promise to take care of his garden.3) The Algiers Herald is looking for a new Editor of Negro Affairs, not just anyone but Negros with a good record of behavior not stained by crimes and those who can speak Arab and French fluently, own a ford-mobile, be a freedman, and own good property are wanted. . In return stable working hours, a secretary, and food will be provided.4) The Prussian embassy is planned to expand to meet the greater needs of the staff at the facility and the guards. Meanwhile, the Slave Auctioneer Society organized a massive slave auction as the 66th anniversary in exiled was sardonically symbolized by massive parties.5) 1st edition of" All that concerns the Negro Frenchmen: A book of Customs, Laws, Etiquette, Speaking, and more to be printed" in order to unify approaches in the Grey Quarter. The 66th Negro trust council which handles all affairs of the Negro districts in every city and down was elected today on the nations 66th anniversary of its year in exile.6) Firefight in Rabat erupts as Trade ship from the homeland becomes target. A mob of Arab dockworkers were released on no charges following the brutal beating of the Drunken captain of the Homeland Ship. The cause was attempted sexual violation of the Dock Foreman's wife during the night. The husband caught the captain shooting him out the window and an angry mob assembled. A short firefight between the homeland French and police occurred until 2 in the morning in which the home landers gave up. They are expected to be charged with murder, drunkenness, and inciting a mob. The Australian Republic Emergence meeting of the Assembly of the Representatives, Sydney Australia Address by the President of the Assembly John King." My fellow Representatives, it has become clear by the conquest of Canada by the American Empire, that they will not be content with their empire as it stands. They will inevitably push into Europe, Asia, Africa, and Australia. I feel we have no choice, we must prepare for the coming war, and make no mistake it will come. I further motion that representatives be sent to the nations of Europe and the Pacific in the hopes of securing a military alliance to discourage and if need be STOP! The American expansion." The Australian republic:Australia was formally a European colony until they won their independence and formed the Republic. United States of Latin America Havana, Cuba province The zeppelins were flying high over Havana all of them showing the flag of the UCLA on the backs. There were 50 zeppelins in total each of them escorted by exactly 20 airplanes. The reason Bolivar had ordered them to fly was mostly a show of might for the newly liberated people of Havana. In the ground there were hundreds of armored cars and men marching down Havana's main avenues. King Bolivar was satisfied with all of this, and he started writing a letter letter to the UFI From Alfonso Bolivar Emperor of the USLAGreetings, good friends. In the UCLA there has been great concerns about the ISA and their expansionist policies. Even though they've stayed out of ours and the recently captured Central Americas and the Caribbeans affairs we are concerned that they may try to attack us given our recent addition of old Spanish territories in the said areas before. It is with great haste that I write this letter in which I offer a military alliance with your nation. With warm regards Bolivar the second Now that he had taken care of that affair he could now focus on other things. He had gotten a new report from yesterday in it was mentioned that there was still fighting going on in the other cities and that Managua had gotten new reinforcements. In his head he though, "Dame, are those Spaniards ever going to give up." Just then another man came in it was Francisco Bolivar, Alfonso's son and successor to the throne. Alfonso knew that his son was already a capable leader and was going to be a good successor. His son was a soldier in his army and not a general like the other aristocrats sons. He had been drooped off as a soldier in the front lines of Managua as had proved himself as a capable fighter and leader. Alfonso had ordered his son here because he was going to give him a new assignment now. Alfonso told him, "Son I see you have proven yourself a good leader and a courageous fighter. That is why I'm now giving you the title of mayor of Havana." "I would be hired father." Replied his son. With his son and successor out of danger Alfonso could now finally relax. Alfonso went into his quarters and took a long deserved nap. To Lachlan MacLeod king of Scots from John king of the Australian Republic. In face of the resent expansions of the Empire of America I would like to propose a mutual defense treaty to secure our sovereign territory from the American threat. Come on Australia why didn't you ask us the United States of Latin America. We're already getting ready for war IOC: Colonial you did not sign up for this RP and hence are not allowed to post in this IC. IOC: I've already claimed Australia, good sir. I crept into Emperor Hail Selassie's study with the practiced silence born of a dozen years in His Imperial Majesty's service. Without looking up from his book, the Emperor said to me "Please, do not fear for interrupting me. Speak your mind, Yacob." He always used the Ethiopian form of my name, Jacques, but I did not hold anything against him for it. He was too grand a man to hold anything against. Everyone here used 'Yacob' instead anyway, so there would be no point." Your Imperial Majesty," I said "the Trans-Ethiopian Rail Company has sent a telegraph. They expect to finish within two days."" And so it would be befitting for us to board the first train there in honor of its completion?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued "It would only be natural. You may tell them that I leave tomorrow to show Imperial approval to our rail line."" Indeed, your Imperial Majesty, I will inform them at once of your decision." I lingered for a few moments, uncertain of what to say, of whether I should interrupt His Imperial Majesty's studies for my own fears. After a brief pause, he looked up at me. "Is there something else, Yacob?" I decided there was no point in denying my fears. "Your Imperial Majesty, have you heard the news? All of these military parades and the jingoistic speeches from all these world leaders... Doesn't it make you fear for the future of the world?" He smiled at me softly, as a father might smile to a son - sometimes I forget that I'm older than I by almost five years. "If it is God's will, war will come to the world. And if it is God's will, we will defend His word in Africa, should it come to that. But I would not worry, Yacob. Such militaristic bluster is not unheard of from the people of the West; it is their pastime." I bowed and took my leave. If His Imperial Majesty would not worry, I resolved not to worry either. The Prussian Empire Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Berlin, Brandenburg. Friedmann, not long after sending the Russian telegram, received two more. These were prospects of alliance. While the Kaiser was away making his speech, Friedmann would have to take care of them. Wilhelm had been very clear on who he wanted alliances with, and Friedmann would not disappoint him. Official Imperial Telegram from the Prussian Empire From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs To: The United States of Latin America While this does sound like an interesting and attractive offer, I am afraid I must decline the offer of alliance at this time. It is unwise for Prussia to get involved with affairs in the Americas. At a later date, Prussia will be expanding its interests, but at this time, we cannot afford to move troops to the Americas as well. My apologies. Regards, Minister of Foreign Affairs Friedmann Official Imperial Telegram from the Prussian Empire From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs To: The Byzantine Empire, Emperor of the Romans and Autocrat Constantine XVIII Palaiologos. Salutations again, old comrade. An alliance between our two nations would greatly benefit us both. Trade will commence, and our people shall rejoice. Prussia has grand plans, which involve many nations, including your own. These must be finalized first, but once they are, leaders of the glorious nations will be invited to a conference to discuss matters. But, for now, our alliance is secured. Regards, Minister of Foreign Affairs Friedmann There was one more issue Friedmann had to deal with, and that was trade. Official Imperial Telegram from the Prussian Empire From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs To: The Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire, Union of Kalman, United Federation of Indonesia, the Empire of Axum, The Imperial States of America, (and the Empire of Italy). Greetings, honorable and respected nations. In looking to increase our relations and prosperity, the Prussian Empire extends an offer of trade to you. This will lead both our nations to prosper and will improve the quality of life for our peoples. I hope you consider this offer with all your wisdom and accept it. Regards, Minister of Foreign Affairs Friedmann Prussian Empire Brandenburg Gate, Berlin, Brandenburg. The citizens waved Prussian flags and cheered as the soldiers paraded through the streets. Their legs rose high into the air in unison and came back down. Rifles and Pickelhaube helmets glinted in the little winter light that hit them. Grey biplanes flew overhead, adorned with the Iron cross. Cavalry trotted across the streets, some with rifles and some with melee weapons. Flag bearers in the infantry and cavalry carried standards for their regiment as well as the Empire's flag. They marched, and the citizens cheered as the bands played theHohenfriedberger March. It was a classic march, and adored by every soldier and citizen. A black automobile bearing the flags of the Empire at the front appeared from around the corner. The band began to player Dir I'm Siegerkranz. The Emperor and the Empress Consort were on a slightly raised seat from the driver. Wilhelm waved, and the crowd let out the biggest cheer heard that day. The band only just managed to keep their instruments playing above the noise of the crowd, as they had begun singing the words of the national anthem. Wilhelm laughed with joy as he heard the words "HEIR, KAISER, DIR!" yelled by the huge crowd. The regiments, now lining the sides of the road and crowd, saluted as the car drove past. The car stopped at the stage constructed outside the Gate and the Kaiser stepped up onto it. The band just finished playing and the crowd were clapping and shouting. Wilhelm raised his palms for silence, and he got it. "People of Berlin, of Prussia, of the Empire. Rejoice. For it is a new year, and Prussia is glorious! Our might is unparalleled!" The people cheered and fell silent as Wilhelm continued. "Prussian prosperity is high. Our glorious military," Wilhelm said, gesturing to the soldiers, "is the finest the world has ever seen. The Navy rules the waves, the Luftwaffe rules the skies. Currently, the militia and reserves are being transformed into regulars. But, there is one group of people who must contribute to their country. Opportunity is something we Prussians make use of, and this is a chance for that small percentage of the populace who are unemployed. The military needs you. You will receive training, shelter, food. Help your country, along with the other hardworking people in our country who make our cars! Weapons! Buildings! Give them a cheer!" The crowd clapped and were glad that Wilhelm had not forgotten the common man. "We deserve our Empire, Prussians! For this is our time, our time to show the world what Prussia is. Africa will fly our flag! India will fly our flag! All will fly it! For we are the mighty, the honorable, Prussia!" The crowd cheered and began to shout:" Pressed Uber allies! Pressed Uber allies! Pressed Uber allies! " The band began to play again, and the Kaiser exited in his automobile, waving once more. The Stardom of Russia The Winter Palace, Saint Petersburg Tsar Nicholas II parted the large double doors and entered what has once been one of several grand dining halls. It now served as a rather informal conference or meeting room with his advisors and heads of state. As he entered the large, showy room, he was handed letters from a man stationed directly to the side of the door, as per his orders. The letters could wait, for now came the daily status report on the day-to-day running of the grand nation of Russia." How go things in the economical sector Gorokhov?" this was the sector Nicholas was also most interested in, it was the most vulnerable and the one that affected the most others. Gorokhov replied, somewhat pleased with himself, "Sir, excellent news! The Grand Industrialization is nearing a great and prosperous conclusion, factories are constructing munitions by the thousands and soon every Russian will have a nation made automobile! The reparations from France coupled with the increase in output will see us set for a number of years to come!". Nicholas did not like the arrogance of that man, but he had to allow it on days such as this when he had done well." And the military what can you tell me of them?" a tall, well-built man name Alexas spoke, "Our army is at its largest yet sir, 8,800,000 give or take. All are equipped to the highest standard, bar recruits and trainees of course. The Cossack generals are teaching their ways to their officers and so forth it will be passed down through the ranks until all soldiers of Russia can fight with the tenacity of a grizzly bear! We are also in the process of sending mongol warriors to the Chinese border in preparation, my sources tell me something is stirring to the south, we must be prepared." Nicholas pondered, "Excellent news, but this China business is disturbing, we must put a stop to them soon, maybe with allied help it could happen, anyhow leave me I wish to attend to these letters!". All but the personal bodyguard of the Tsar left the room. One letter was from Prussia proposing a meeting, the other from the UFI proposing a tariff reduction agreement. Nicholas swiftly answered both and left to attend to a more pressing matter. From Tsar Nicholas II of the Stardom of Russia To Kaiser Wilhelm II of the Prussian Empire to see a distinct need to meet and discuss our nations plans and how they contrast or align with one another. I will be happy to accept one of your ministers to my nation. The meeting will be held at the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoye Self. From Tsar Nicholas II of the Stardom of Russia To Kerala Peking of the FII also sense a grave day soon coming and also wish to see our nations coming closer together, metaphorically but maybe literally as well. I fully accept the proposed Tariff reduction but would also request that a member of my government meet with one of yours to discuss further a formal alliance, and other pressing matters. The Prussian Empire Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin, Brandenburg. Wilhelm returned to his home with the Empress Consort. Guards patrolled the palace day and night and Stasis members were on high alert around this area. Even Artillery was also present, and a few mortars were scattered about. The place was a fortress, and the Guard there were the most loyal and nationalistic members of the Prussian army. Walking into the palace the guards saluted. The Empress went off to see to the children and the Kaiser had received a message from a servant that Friedmann was here to see him. Letting the servant take him to the 2nd entrance and open it, Wilhelm looked outside to see Friedmann wearing a long trench coat, and hat. An automobile was behind him with what seemed like a pile of small suitcases in the back. It had Prussian flags at the front, and was clearly a diplomatic vehicle. Wilhelm began to speak. "So, you're going to Russia then?" Friedmann smiled. "Why, yes sir, the coat gives it away does it?" Wilhelm shook his hand, and Friedmann handed him a letter. "This is a message to you personally, your highness. It is from the Tsar, and I believe that you should answer personally to notify him." The Kaiser nodded. "Agreed. Well, off you go. You have orders." The Kaiser said, bringing some authority to the light-hearted situation. Friedmann clicked his heels and saluted once more. "Yes, sir! Of course, sir!" He marched off to the car and the driver began to take him away. Official Imperial Telegram from the Prussian Empire From the Kaiser of Prussia To: The Stardom of Russia, Tsar Nicholas II, Tsar and autocrat of all the Russians am pleased that you have accepted this meeting offer. As you are reading this, a Prussian representative, namely Minister of Foreign Affairs Friedmann, is on his way to meet with you. I request he is allowed safe passage and good accommodation. With thanks, Kaiser Wilhelm II.* * * * * * * * * *Later that day, just after dinner, the Kaiser had another visitor. This time it was Grand Imperial Engineer Sir Taught at the front door. He had been knighted for his work on 'Chain-track' tractors in 1904, which had been introduced into the military to carry heavy artillery, and had also been promoted to head of the Imperial Engineering Academy, a government run organization, because of it. He still saluted the Kaiser every time and greeted him with a "Hal". Wilhelm liked this. "Salutations, Sir Taught. What have you brought me?" The Kaiser said, eyeing the vast bunch of papers underneath his arm. "Come, come in. Don't show me here, come, to my study." The man nodded and Wilhelm went to the study, accompanied by two guards. When the men entered the study, they were greeted by a large Prussian flag flanked by two windows looking out onto the snow blanketed courtyard. The right hand side wall had a map of the Prussian Empire on it, and the left hand side wall had a few rifles and sabers. The two guards flanked the door and Wilhelm sat in the leather chair behind the desk. Taught stood and began to place papers onto the desk. "Thank you for seeing me, your majesty." The first sheet of paper contained a drawing of a modified Chain-track tractor. "As you know, there have been many ideas for armored all terrain vehicles over the years, dating from Da Vinci's machines to as recently as 1850. And I think we are coming close with the Chain-track. This new design," he said, gesturing at the drawing, "is a chain track tractor with a small mounted gun. Now, this is not the machine we want, but it is a start. We have had suggestions from around the academy that we create a large, armored version with a bigger gun." Wilhelm may have been clever, but he was a politician and tactician, not an engineer. "Now, I'm no engineer, and I appreciate that armored cars are not all terrain and these chain-tracks are too weak, but how hard would it be to mass produce these... these.?" Taught smiled. "I call them landslips, sir. It would take development, but we could eventually train workers and build machines to make many of them." Wilhelm nodded. "And how long would all this designing take? When could we have a working prototype?" Taught frowned. "For a fully working, truly effective model, well, in three to four years, perhaps." Wilhelm thought for a second. "It's funding you need, isn't it?" Taught nodded. Wilhelm continued, "This idea could work. Deployed against nothing but infantry, it would destroy them. Artillery could take them down, but then again, artillery can take anything down. I give you this, Taught. You will receive more funding, but you must make them as cheap as you can with enough effectiveness." Taught liked the challenge. "Yes, sir! I will not fail you, sir!" He gathered his papers and left. Wilhelm hoped the idea would work. This 'landslip' idea could change the face of warfare. Prussia would take opportunities, and this could be one of the best yet. Jakarta, the United Federation of IndonesiaKepala Peking looked down at the map. He and several of his advisors were working on a plan to spend the newfound Indonesian gold. The UFI had plenty of gold to begin with, kept in their vaults, so there was little need to save it. Too Ya toy was the first of the advisors to speak:“Honorable Kerala, the nations of the world are beefing up their military. They are conscripting soldiers, making weapons, and marching their armies through the streets. Europe seems to be moving ever closer towards war, and in the Americas, issues between Latin America and the Imperial States may throw the Western Hemisphere into a battle. What we need to spend this gold on is our military. Our Navy is the most powerful in the world, which is wonderful, Honorable Kerala, but our ground troops are too few, and their equipment is outdated, compared to some of the other world powers.”“Mr. Kerala, I disagree,” a young advisor named Mary broke in. “We are in none of these places; Europe, the Americas, why build an army to deal with something thousands of miles away. We must invest here at home. Our railroad systems are weak, and we need to increase subsidies to auto companies, as they are too expensive for most people.”“Ha,” Ya toy laughed. “We are an island nation, Mr. Mary. It is a surprise we have any railroads at all. The ones in the islands are fine, and are proportional to the number in the Imperial States, we do not need more.”“Silence,” the Kerala held up his hand. “We do need to update our military weaponry; let us buy newer rifles, and better artillery. We must keep up with the others, but I will not be conscripting anyone into our military.” The Kerala wasn’t finished, even though he stopped speaking. He was thinking; the money from their new gold sales would be more than enough to bring the Indonesian military up to date. He was thinking about infrastructure. The UFI had placed an extremely important value on their infrastructure. Most of the United Federation’s land had been tropical, and much of it was covered with jungles originally. However, when the Russian owned the islands, they had begun a program of deforestation; destroying forests, and killing animals. When the General took over from the Russians, he continued the policy. The result was an extinction of many of the native animals. It also, however, created areas for farming, as well as cities, that would have been difficult before. Once the islands united in the UFI, they continued their focus on deforestation; it allowed the population to grow much faster than before. Meanwhile, just 11 years ago, Indonesia had gone under a railroad building period, but railroads made little sense for the UFI, since it was mostly islands. The UFI’s public ferries were made up of a large fleet, and took the place of most railroads. The only place that railroads would be more useful would be in the Siamese region; Myanmar, Cambodia, Laos. And spending on these new territories would be difficult to pass the Senate. However, there was another option. For a long time, several islands to the east had tried to join the UFI, but the UFI had refused, since most of the islands were close to third world nations. Now, Peking had a chance to expand the UFI.“We should consider our options in Samoa, and the surrounding islands. The people there have been asking to join the Federation for nearly 30 years now; lets except their offer. We can use the remaining money to modernize them.”“Of course, Kerala,” the advisors responded. Just then, a messenger ran into the room. He handed the Kerala three letters. The first was from the United States of Latin America, asking for a military alliance against the ISA. The second was a letter from Prussia, asking for increased trade. And the third was a letter from Russia, agreeing to a tariff reduction and asking to have a meeting with a high up Indonesian official. Letter to Slalom the Kerala of the FII am very sorry to tell you this, but the United Federation of Indonesia cannot promise aid to the UCLA in the case of war in the Americas. However, is the ISA attacks and takes any more than your recently gathered colonies, Indonesia will consider military action. The UFI would also gladly sell you weaponry, if you find yourself for lack of it. Letter to Prussia From the Kerala of the UFI The United Federation of Indonesia prides itself on the strength of its trade, having some of the greatest trade ports in the world. The UFI would love to increase our trade with Europe, and Prussia in particular. Letter to Russia From the Kerala of the UFI We are very happy with your choice to take part in a mutual reduction of tariffs. Of course, we would love to set up a meeting with Russia. The Kerala himself would like to have a meeting with the Russian Tsar. The Kerala formally invites the Russian Tsar to Jakarta, or if you prefer, agrees to meet you in the great Stardom of Russia. We eagerly await your response. Edinburgh Castle, Scotland The doors to the War Room are opened before the King of Scots as he enters the room. Dressed in a Royal Blue tunic loaded with medals and other such attire similar to those worn by other Monarchs of Europe, he looks over the room to see his top men standing at the circular mahogany table, in respect of their King. MacLeod gestures for them to take a seat, and then sits down himself at the head of the table." I'm glad you could make it, Your Majesty, the subjects we will be discussing here will be of the most importance." said Liam Bruce, Duke of Scone, and a high ranking Commander in the Gaelic Royal Army, "We have reason to believe that the Latin States in the Americas may have ambitions in European Territory, Iberia specifically."" It would not be wise, Your Majesty, to allow a foreign power to gain territory on European soil... Especially a particularly belligerent one, which America is full of these days..." added Seamus O'Rourke, Royal Spymaster with disdain towards the end. "Your Majesty, I would suggest writing a Proclamation into law, which declares that the Gaelic Kingdoms would declare war on any American power attempting to gain territory in Europe with no negotiation or hesitation, and also, contact other European nations to join in on this Proclamation, as it would likely be within their interest and prove only to make the Proclamation stronger." After a brief pause of thought, MacLeod replies, "Very well, it shall be done. Any other subject for this meeting?" "Aye, Your Majesty" chimed in Ross Sinclair: Colonial Advisor, "We should begin another Expansion Campaign in India, we've lost a lot of territory sir, not just to the Prussians, but to the Revolution as well. Many Principalities took the opportunity to break free from colonial rule while the chaos was underway in the Isles. Reconquering India would be a big step in showing that the Gaelic's have as much or more strength than Great Britain at its height, as well as get us a lot more gold for the coffers in Trade routes and resources, eh?"" Hm, I suppose so." said MacLeod as he stroked his chin pensively, "Prepare a fleet and troops in South Africa to move on India, and in Calcutta as well."PROCLAMATION OF Edinburgh the name of European preservation, the King of Scots and the Parliament Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire unanimously declare that any non-European Power that attempts to in any way colonize or otherwise claim territory in Europe will be declared war upon by the Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire, without negotiation or hesitation, and any offer of peace will not be accepted until stolen European territory is released from Non-European power. Signed by: Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scots, Walter Douglas, Prime Minister of the Gaelic Parliament, Liam Bruce, Duke of Scone and Commander of the Royal Gaelic Military Messages are sent to the following European Powers concerning the joining of the Proclamation:PrussiaRussiaItalySwedenByzantiumOther Events fleet and troops are being mobilized in South Africa and in the GK Indian Territories, also, GK troops in Gibraltar are placed on medium alert. Lima, Peru province It had been three days since king Bolivar had returned to his palace of Lima. He was right now relaxing in his desk when a letter was dropped off. It came from the UFI and from the Prussian empires, unfortunately their military alliance proposal had been rejected. Then another letter came in, it said that Costa Rica had final been secured but Managua was still being surrounded. Bolivar knew that he would have to invades pain if he wanted to end the war. He called in one of his greatest admirals Miguel Gray, Gray was a man is his late seventies a had served as a ships captain during the war of the Quadruple alliance. When Gray came in Bolivar gave him the status of the situation. Gray told him that his ships could reach Spain within two months time but that for now he would have to wait. After Gray was dismissed he got a new letter this time it was mentioned that there had been an uprising in Manaus and that rebels had secured the cities. He then called in Joao Rivera another of his generals Rivera was unique because he was one of the few Brazilian generals of his army. Although Bolivar had granted Brazilians the same rights as all of his citizens they were still suspicious of him. Rivera told Bolivar AF the situation and asked him what course of action he would take. Bolivar replied with," Send in those new zeppelins on the rebels. I think It's time we should test them out in battle. You should also send some Airplanes in just to escort them." Rivera complied and walked out of them room. Bolivar then sat down and started writing a letter. To Emperor Hail Selassie From Emperor Bolivar the Seconding the UCLA there is a sense that war is coming with the Imperialist States of America which is why we have come to you to offer a military alliance with your empire of Axum. In return for a military alliance we shall modernize your military and stop any foreign powers from invading your country. But in case of war with the ISA you must come to our aid. If we do go to war and if you join us. Then if we come out victorious then you shall have all canada and the Thirteen colonies. With warm regards Bolivar the Second Current situation in the USLAHavana taken but other cities are still being fought over. There is still heavy fighting going on in the Cuban countryside Central America UCLA troops have pushed the Spanish back to Managua the secondary capital of the Spanish colonies in Central America and are in the progress of Besieging it. In the countryside there is vicious fighting going on as UCLA troops face prolonged Guerrilla warfare from Spanish troops. In Brazil there has been an uprising in Manaus and rebels have taken it. The city has been surrounded by government troops, but the rebels are heavily entrenched. The emperor has decided to send Zeppelins to bombard the city into submission. And final the UCLA navy is preparing for an invasion of Spain. One week later Lima, Peru provinces emperor Bolivar the second finished enjoying his cup of tea a messenger came in. In the letter it mentioned the proclamation of Edinburgh and how Scotland was trying to gather any European powers against him. Then Admiral Gray came in, "Emperor, my fleet is ready and assembled in Callao, but I still have one question?" "What is it?" Bolivar asked. "What is the purpose of this operation?" Replied gray. The emperor then replied,"As you can see old friend Spain's army is mostly in Central America and in the Caribbean. They have almost no defense at home. Which is why I'm planning to take the whole country hostage. With their king and their homeland under my troops they will have no choice but to finally end this war. I won't annex their whole country, ill let them keep everything in Iberia and Africa but I won't let them be in the Americas." Then Gray replied, "That's a good plan my king but haven't you heard, Scotland already knows of our plans. There's no guarantee that they'll sit by and watch a part of Europe be ravaged by our men." "Don't worry about that for now Gray. I'll simply tell them the truth. We're not going to occupy Spain were just going to scare them. Anyway go Gray, you have a country to invade." When Gray got out of the room Bolivar sat down and started writing a letter. To the Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire have heard of your proclamation on Edinburgh and decided to final put sense to all of this madness. As you know my country has been in a long and terrible war with Spain for five long years and just like every person I wish for peace in this world. I believe you already know of my intention of invading Spain and the reason for such drastic action is so Spain will finally surrender and so that my country will finally get the peace it deserves. So I urge you to please not go to war with us, we are not seeking any territory in Europe we are just seeking peace, but we have been forced to take such drastic action. If you really want to stop an expansionist power then Join us Against the Imperial States of America for they are the true warmongers. While we want peace, they want war and I'm sure that they wouldn't even hesitate to invade yours or even our country, so please look into your heart and choose between Peace or War. P.This is not a declaration of war. With warm regards Bolivar the second. After he finished writing his Letter he now had to focus on his country's affairs. His country already had a modernized road system and an education system that was one of the best in the world. Just then a Minister carrying a bill came in and said, "We need your approval for this." When Bolivar finished reading it he realized that it was the industrial stimulus bill. It was with this bill that the UCLA could finish its final phase of entering the 20th century. Without hesitation Bolivar signed it. It was with this that the UCLA could claim her rightful place in the world. A Reply to the Latin States:To Emperor Bolivar II, I see the position you are in, and 'tis unfortunate. However, unless you were to reveal such plans for the world to know, (which would be destructive to your plans and nation's reputation in more ways than one) we cannot allow your raid on European soil. You see, with the Proclamation, the Gaelic Kingdoms are now honor-bound to prevent any non-European incursion that could lead to an occupation, or even just appear so, as it would in your case. With all due respect, I would like to suggest another way to achieve peace for your nation. If you allow it, I will host a peace conference here in Edinburgh Castle between yourself and the Spanish Crown with the Gaelic Kingdoms as the moderators. Not only would this be a better solution than the raid for the sake of peace between us, but it will put you in a better light with other nations of Europe as well. Best Regards, Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scots To the Prussian offer of Trade:To the Respectable Nation of Prussia, After consideration, we will gladly accept your offer of Trade, in the hopes of fueling a great long term friendship between our peoples. Signed, Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scots Other Events Development of new Warship designs are now underway, and the Royal Army has adopted a new standard-issue rifle: The Lee-Enfield rifle. And a duo of Engineers is displaying a newfangled machine known as the "airplane" near Dublin, drawing the interests of GK engineers and Military men alike among the crowds of astonished onlookers. In South Africa, soldiers have begun boarding the ships heading for India, with discretion, as gaining the attention of other powers would likely be unwise at the moment. Troops in Gaelic India have been placed on alert, and are being prepared to strike. Mobilization:IOC: To be placed soon. Kalckalinkd wrote:To Emperor Hail Selassie From Emperor Bolivar the Seconding the UCLA there is a sense that war is coming with the Imperialist States of America which is why we have come to you to offer a military alliance with your empire of Axum. In return for a military alliance we shall modernize your military and stop any foreign powers from invading your country. But in case of war with the ISA you must come to our aid. If we do go to war and if you join us. Then if we come out victorious then you shall have all canada and the Thirteen colonies. With warm regards Bolivar the Second To Oliver the Second We have no desire for colonization in the Americas, or colonization in any land. While we believe in the principles of collective security and defense, we also do not believe in war as anything but a last resort of desperation. To act as a conqueror in a land not our own is an offense against man and against God.- His Imperial Majesty Hail Selassie I, Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, King of Kings of Ethiopia, Elect of God Kharkov wrote:Official Imperial Telegram from the Prussian Empire From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs To: The Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire, Union of Kalman, United Federation of Indonesia, the Empire of Axum, The Imperial States of America, (and the Empire of Italy). Greetings, honorable and respected nations. In looking to increase our relations and prosperity, the Prussian Empire extends an offer of trade to you. This will lead both our nations to prosper and will improve the quality of life for our peoples. I hope you consider this offer with all your wisdom and accept it. Regards, Minister of Foreign Affairs Friedmann To the Prussian Minister of Foreign Affairs While details shall have to be settled upon in order to form a firm agreement between our countries, His Imperial Majesty has no objection in principle with trade with the Prussian Reich, but Prussian businesses must abide by certain rules to operate in Axum. His Imperial Majesty wishes me to engage in further dialogue with the Reich in order to settle such details as to the satisfaction of both our countries. Mekwanint Sam Reggae To: All Nations of the World From:Imperial States of America By Imperial Decree it is his Majesty's wish and desire to state that the Imperial States of America shall grant a warning to the aggressive UCLA. If this nation does not cease to provoking and aggressively attacking its neighbors then by the Monroe Doctrine the Imperial States of America has the right to legally intervene in order to promote stability in the Western Hemisphere. Military forces are being prepared as this message is being sent, the cooperation of the World and most importantly the UCLA shall greatly promote the ideal and value of the current peace that exist between all nations on this World. Signed, Emperor Monroe Office of Imperial Foreign Affairs The Prussian Empire Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin, Brandenburg. A newspaper lay on the Kaiser's desk. The front page's title was large, bold and very clear: "Pressed Uber allies!" with an image of the Kaiser from yesterday's speech surrounded by saluting soldiers and cheering citizens. The subtitle read: "The Fourth Prussian Expansion." The Kaiser smiled. This story was printed throughout the country. Of course, they were forced to, but even if they weren't, it probably would have made front page news everywhere. Reports had come in of Prussia's recruitment drive. Unemployment was down hugely, with most having joined the army and being made into professional soldiers and sailors. The Immigration Act was playing its part, with much of the labor going into the trench lines and earthworks around Prussia was coming from immigrants, prisoners and dissenters. More trade was coming in from Indonesia and the Gaelic Kingdoms. Axum had given some conditions, and Friedmann was not on site to send a reply. Axum would receive a reply to its letter later. Prussian India and Africa were reporting good standards from native recruits. Prussians had been on strict terms about racism. Instead, through propaganda and a healthy mix of Stasis agents, the natives had been encouraged to think that they themselves were now true Prussians, and that the Kaiser and Prussia would treat them well. Poverty had been reduced and construction of better towns and cities was underway. However, a lot of labor was focused on creating earthworks in those colonies, again mostly by prisoners. Some parts of the borders were left without earthworks; i.e. the areas the Prussians were going to expand into and annex. Some ships had been dispatched from India with troops to support the African forces, although this was done at intervals and through odd routes so that the ships would be seen as trade vessels or one-off. Forces in India and Africa were preparing themselves to invade, learning terrain and environment as well as increased practice attacks and defenses. Soldiers were also taught how to treat the locals and suchlike, as well as military training. The Forth Prussian Expansion had almost begun. The Prussian EmpireStasi Research Facility, Berlin, Brandenburg. The Stasis Research Facility investigated a number of things, from raiding tactics to disguises and accents to assassination, but there was one department that had been working on something particularly interesting. Professor Lukas Planer, head of the Stasis Research Facility (SRF) Psychological department, had been working on something with a conglomeration of doctors and professors. Named the 'Ultimate Security Committee', the group worked together to come up with ways to indoctrinate Prussian children at birth, as well as locals from new colonial gains. They also looked at ways to 're-educate' dissenters and prisoners of war. This committee had been set up around a year ago, and had been making slow but steady progress in what they called 'brainwashing', breaking down prisoners and building them up again. So far, a few individuals have responded excellently to the treatment, whilst others have remained loyal. Professor Planer was determined to perfect the technique, however long it may take. Tsardom of Russia Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Self, Russia. The Prussian cars pulled up outside the Palace. Friedmann got out, and met the three aides from the other cars that had come from Warsaw on Friedmann's way here. He approached the gates of the palace, where he expected to be escorted y the guards to meet the Tsar. Stardom of Russia Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Sloth guards stationed outside the palace had been informed beforehand that the Prussian Envoy would arrive soon and had been waiting, ready, for almost an hour. "Please this way sir." one guard motioned. As they got deeper and deeper more intricate artworks and more expensive ornaments could be seen, this was one of the Tsar's favorite homes away from home. The Tsar himself sat in the grand dining hall, he preferred it to the official meeting room, which had been converted heavily for defensive purposes. "Please go on through" the same guard said in the same monotonous, heavily accented Prussian. Outside the door stood two elite guards, 'Reapers', Cossacks who had been trained from birth and fought since they could walk, they stood by the door adorning Gas Masks, more to strike fear than for any practical purpose. The Tsar stood, he did not like to sit often, and surveyed a map and other documents. He had recently set several wheels in motion he hoped to see used to great effect. Both the Alaskan border with the ISA and the border with the Chinese were being heavily fortified with trenches, bunkers and mortar and artillery positions. Thousands of troops were being shipped across to Alaska to aid construction and man the post. Mongol scouts were being sent ahead into China under the guise of simple travelers. Soon, Nicholas thought, soon it will all begin and Russia will be ready. Before his meeting with the Prussians Nicholas wrote a quick letter in reply to the one he had received. To Kerala Peking of the United Federation of Indonesia From Nicholas II Tsar of the Stardom of Russian am glad to hear you have accepted my offer of a meeting. At this time I am somewhat indisposed. If you agreed to meet me in the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoye Self I can have some form of transport pick you up as and when. I eagerly await your reply. Valerie had two pressing issues on his mind this morning. The first was the telegram from the Prussian Kaiser proposing a trade agreement. There had never been any doubt in his mind that he would accept this. Prussia had been a good friend of Italy since the revolution and trade was always beneficial. The second was a meeting with Leonardo Canals, one of the top minds in the country, who had apparently designed a revolutionary new warship that would increase Italian naval power to a whole new level. The young Emperor was excited about this proposition, however it was not wise to keep the Kaiser waiting so the message accepting the offer of trade was sent as quickly as possible. Official Telegram of the Italian Empire By the hand of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Valerie Ito: Kaiser Wilhelm II of Prussia We thank you for this kind offer of trade between our two great nations and gladly accept it. I have no doubt that this agreement will bring even more prosperity and glory to both our nations. We look forward to a strong and long-lasting friendship between our two nations. Best Regards, Emperor Valerie The telegram was sent with the upmost speed as Valerie left his desk to go and meet with Leonardo. The man stood alone in a room with papers placed all over a large wooden table. In the center there was large sketch of the proposed ship. Just by looking at the various papers around it Valerie could tell that I would be at least 650 ft long and would probably weigh a good 34,000 tons. It was certainly a mammoth of a ship. Leonardo bowed. "Greetings Your Majesty." He said, one again standing up straight. "Allow me to present my new design." He said, indicating the notes on the table. Leonardo began running through the stats of the ship, it was certainly impressive. It had 12 powerful 15-inch guns, 16 smaller 6-inch guns as well as a compliment of smaller guns and torpedo tubes. However, one statistic in particular caught his attention. Its top speed was going to beat least25 knots. "How are you going to manage that? You're not going to leave it without armor are you?" The Emperor asked, bewildered. Leonardo smiled and showed him a diagram. "It's this new concept called 'All or nothing armor' it reduces the weight of the ship while giving it more armor where it needs it." Valerie looked at the diagram, impressed. "What do you call this ship?" He asked. Leonardo smiled as he gave the answer. "The Achilles." Valerie nodded, it was a fitting name for such a great ship. Constantinople The Prussian offer for a conference was indeed the most useful Constantine noted as he read over the various correspondence brought before him. Indeed, the world was teetering ever closer to war. However, his major concerns were of Russia and Italy. Russia though a cousin of the empire and though being of the Orthodox faith was a nation determined to create a greater Slavic state. A state which would compromise Byzantines flanks. As for Italy they undoubtably wanted to repay those centuries of Byzantine occupation on Sicily not to mention hamper the navy in its own control of the seas.Indeed, much was to be done. He then looked over at the Americans latest communiqué. They ever so stated the Americas were their playing field and Byzantine was willing to oblige. Besides America would undoubtably face it's neighbor in South America soon. A conflict which would result in distraction a bloodletting. We'll stand by and let the wolves devour one another he noted Byzantines eye meanwhile was focused to the east to be more specific Syria and the Holy Land. Realms in need of reclamation after all the Arabs were nothing more than squatters one Byzantine land. The Persians meanwhile sat across the Tigris and Euphrates sharpening blades indeed war is inevitable, but we are prepared he grinned. Code: Select alto: Greater Prussian Empire From: Byzantine Empire We formally accept your invitation to attend a conference so we might solidify our alliance. Indeed, our two states united will stand above all others soon the world shall be ours for the taking. We shall see you soon old friends. Sincerely, Constantine XVIII Palaiologos, Emperor the Romans, Baseless and Autocrat Code: Select alto: Empire of Ethiopia From: Byzantine Empire Most noble Christian brothers and heirs of Solomon we the great Byzantine Empire wish to discuss an alliance between our two most glorious of nations. We are of ancient houses yours the descendants of the Kings of Israel mine the great defenders of Christendom against the Ottoman and Islamic hordes. Indeed, we are equals in arms, prestige and honor hence why I feel that such an alliance is necessary to protect Christendom from evil. We await your reply. Sincerely, Constantine XVIII Palaiologos, Emperor the Romans, Baseless and Autocrat Prussian Empire Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin, Brandenburg. The Kaiser was pleased that many were accepting his offer of trade. The Americans, or 'Yanks/Yankees' as they were commonly known, had not yet replied, neither had Kalman. But, the year was still young, and the Kaiser could wait. For now, he had to focus on the Forth Prussian Expansion. And it was time to begin. Heading over to the communication room, the Kaiser sent messages to the Reichstag, India, Africa... all with the same message. "Time for the Overture". Prussian EmpirePanaji, Prussian India. In command of the Prussian field army in India was Brigadier General Kaufmann. He had been sitting in his office when he received the Telegram, and had instructed the officers to gather the army. Walking out onto the podium, he told the troops of the Fourth Prussian Expansion. The marching band began to play and the huge columns of men sang along as they marched out of the city gates. Flags were risen high above the men's heads. Stasis and Imperial Army armored cars drove alongside the columns. Scout Cavalry marched up ahead. Prussian Empire Nairobi, Kenya, Prussian Africa. Much the same display was going on as the Prussians began their march into Tanzania, except one Brigadier General Reinhardt was in charge. The plan was simple, but it would take a while to complete. Tsardom of Russia Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Self, Russia. Friedmann entered the room with his aides. As the Tsar finished his letter, Friedmann began a salute. "Greetings, Tsar, mighty Russian ally and comrade of glorious Prussia and honorable Kaiser Wilhelm II!" He clicked his heels and saluted in unison with the other aides. "Long have we been allies. We have fought together, against the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, against Napoleon and his Republican Frogs. We have traded, increasing our prosperity and economies. And now, it is time to bring the alliance one step up. I present to you the Prussian plans!" Laying out the papers on the Tsar's desk. "As you can see, we have come up with multiple emblems, mottos, and names for this pact to see which your majesty likes best. You may, of course, add your own ideas. " After giving him a few minutes to read through. "Your wise opinion, your majesty?" Papers placed on the Tsar's desk Name suggestions The Union of Great Powers, The Federation of Great Powers, The Grand Entente, The Alliance of Great Powers, The Iron Federation. Motto Suggestions UNAM Ones (All for One), Aequalitatem, Liberal, et Justinian (Equality, Liberty, and justice), Pax regnant (Peace Shall Reign), No quiet daemons/argues (No rest for Daemons/Snakes), bond voluntary triumphs (Good Will Triumph). Emblems Emblem I feature a Golden Eagle killing a snake, symbolizing evil and injustice in the world. The stars represent the unity of the alliance. Emblem II again features a Golden Eagle with the circular union stars in a shield. Emblem III is similar to II, but the eagle is slightly different. Emblems II camp; III both feature areas where a motto can go. ConstitutionArticle I. All member states are equal in the eyes of God and Man. Each member state will be allowed to vote on proposals and introduce proposals. Article II. Conferences will be held at least once a year and Emergency Conferences can be called by any nation. Neither conference is compulsory, but member states will be viewed in a poor light if they do not attend yearly Conferences. Details of Emergency conferences will be sent to nations unable to attend for whatever reason. Article III. Proposals for the upcoming conference must be sent for the host nation to organize an agenda beforehand. Article IV. If one member state goes to war against a non-member, the other nations will not be required to go to war with the non-member. The member state in conflict may bring up a proposal for the other member states to provide aid or for the whole alliance to go to war. Offers must be made to other member states in what they will receive for fighting. Article V. If a member state goes to war against another member, the other nations will be required to go to war with the aggressor, if Article VI is not applicable in this case. In the event of the aggressor's defeat, it may receive one or multiple punishments that shall be voted upon by the defenders: I. Reparations. Land III. Armament Reparations IV. Expulsion from the alliance Each defender shall vote on the options they believe the aggressor should receive. Options that have over 50% support of voting states shall be implemented. In the event that no punishments have over 50% support, the three with the top votes shall be implemented. Article VI. If, however, a member state invades another member state to protect the citizens of another member state, then article VI is implemented, and the roles in article V are switched, i.e. Aggressor becomes defender and vice versa. Article VII. In this event of member-member war, telegrams should be sent to the host of the previous conference by nations neither being invaded nor invading. If the host of the previous conference is an invader/being invaded, telegrams will default to Prussia, then Russia. If both of these nations is the invader/one being invaded, telegrams will be sent to the nation geographically the furthest away from both these nations. Article VIII. If a non-member declares war on a member all other members will declare war on the non-member. Article IX. All member nations will participate in trade with each other. Article X. All member nations shall provide other member nations with military access. Jakarta, the United Federation of Indonesia“Honorable Kerala,” Ya toy rushed into the Kampala’s office. “The Indians have told us the Prussians are advancing further into India. They have asked for military assistance.” The Indian nations had very sketchy relations with Indonesia since the Great Asian War, and so they must have been in serious trouble to ask the United Federation for help.“We will do nothing, Ya toy. The Indians would never help us, and besides, the Prussians are far more valuable as trading partners and as allies.”“Of course, Kerala.”“Is there something else?”“Yes, Mr. Kerala. The Senate has accepted a bill to annex the Solomon Islands, as well as Fiji and New Caledonia. They will be governed by one year, before the next Senatorial elections, when they will be allowed to vote for their own representation.”“Good.”“Also, we have received a letter from the Japanese Islands.” Japan was the one nation in Asia, besides Russia, that Indonesia had good relations with. The UFI had actually joined the Great Asian War to protect the Japanese Islands, and since then they were very close. In fact, the Japanese Emperor was the Indonesian Interior Secretary’s nephew once removed. “The Japanese Emperor fears that other nations are looking towards it as a place to expand, and the Emperor claims he does not have the forces to defend himself. He is asking for a nonaggression pact.”“That sounds fair to me. If those barbaric Chinese think they can expand onto islands, they will find themselves mistaken.” Letter to Russia From the UFI The Kerala finds this agreement wonderful. He will leave tomorrow for Tsarskoye Self. Signed, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Kyoto Handy Royal Communiqué of the French Kingdom To: His Royal Majesty Wilhelm II Kaiser of Prussia and Protector of Europe, India, and Lower Africa. From: Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of France Sir Jacques Lorraine It is announced today that the official 84th Anniversary of the restoration of the French Throne has begun progress. Despite 66 years of Exile in Algiers the Royal Family continues to prosper in France's former colony of Algiers. The annual Royal French ball is to be held at the Royal Palace and the King has chosen a selective list of foreign guest to attend a normally French restrictive celebration. It will be an honor if Algiers is visited by You and your chosen guests. To: His Royal Majesty Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scotland and Protector of Southern Africa, Australasia, and Burma From: Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of France Sir Jacques Lorraine Today the Annual Royal French Ball is in preparation as the 84th Anniversary of the Restoration of the French Throne comes soon. Despite 66 years in exile the Royal family and French citizens in Africa have thrived as a continuing economic power house. This celebration has for most of its history been a French only ball but today the King has announced loosening of the guest list adding room for a selected group of Foreigners. The Kingdom would be honored if Algiers is visited by You and your chosen guests. To: His Royal Majesty Constantine XVIII Palaiologos, Emperor of the Romans and Protector of Greece, Anatolia, Slavic, and the Levant From: Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of France Sir Jacques Lorraine Today the Annual Royal French Ball is in preparation as the 84th Anniversary of the Restoration of the French Throne comes soon. In 66 years of exile the French and Royal Family have expanded and preserved themselves in Frances former colonies in Africa. The celebrations have been opened to Frenchmen since 1830-1848 in Paris and 1849 to this year in Algiers. The King is allowing a group of foreigners to attend the ball and celebrate in Algiers. The Kingdom would be honored if Algiers is visited by You and your guests. To: His Royal Majesty Nicholas the II, Tsar of All Russia camp; Protector of the Slavs camp; Asians From: Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of France Sir Jacques Lorraine Today the Annual Royal French Ball is in preparation for its events at the Royal palace in Algiers, France the capital of the exiles. The ball celebrates the 84th Restoration to the Throne of France the Orleanist family ascension in 1830. The Royal family ruled the French Homeland until 1848 before exile in Africa. Since 1849 the Royal ball a normally French only event in Algiers has been loosened by the King to allowed Foreigners and guests. The Kingdom would be honored if Algiers is visited by You and Your guests. The Stardom of Russia The Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye SeloNicholas took but moments to decide, skimming the papers with lightning speed. "Very interesting," he mused "I have decided that, in my opinion, The Grand Entente would suit well. And I like this very much!" he motioned to the eagle snatching up a snake in its claws, "and as such the motto 'No quiet argues' would fit quite well don't you think? I am very pleased with this arrangement, I believe it will benefit all who join it, these articles are well-thought-out and give me good hope for the future of 'The Grand Entente'! But now I come to a more pressing matter, it is no secret that it has long been my goal to finish the previous Tsar's endeavors in conquering China. In recent years, with the Russian nation prospering more than ever, I have begun to make moves towards making this dream a reality. I will wait until this business with the alliance and conferences is settled, but I ask now, will your Kaiser support my action? Will the mighty Prussians and Russians stand together again on the glorious field of battle?" Nicholas also motioned to a guard standing by the door who gave another letter to a messenger. To Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of France Sir Jacques Lorraine From Tsar Nicholas II of the Stardom of Russian am delighted to be invited to such an extravagant, exquisite and lavish event. If the Tsar myself will of course attend with only a few guests. I would, however, request that I be allowed a personal bodyguard of two to accompany me at all times, or at the least be stationed somewhere nearby. Furthermore, I look forward to your reply and the ball. The Stardom of RussiaZabaykalsky, Russian-Chinese BorderKostomarov sat in the small hut, the only respite from this damned cold. He was overseeing the entirety of the Tsar's latest project, a great honor and a lot of responsible. The task was a daunting one. The trench line had almost been entirely constructed and artillery and mortar positions had been set up, machine dug-outs constructed. Suddenly a man arrived in a long, thick coat. "Sir! Sir, urgent message from High Command, the Tsar has requested the initiation of phase two!". This was big news, no time to chat. He moved to the center of the command base, the comms station, this station had been fitted with primitive speakers to allow for broadcasts, "Phase Two! Initiate Phase Two! Repeat! Phase Two! Initiate Phase Two! This is not a drill!". After weeks of training it took moments, almost immediately several Sikorsky Ilya Markets Bombers were taking off and into the air. The Russian secret weapon was revealed. They began unleashing swathes of bullets on wooden targets, maxim or Lewis machine guns. Some dropped bombs, mindful not to hit friendlies. The whole thing was very large and very extravagant, like any good show should be. Stockholm, Drottningholm Palace King Gustav's ministers had received the request of a trade agreement from the Prussian Empire. The cabinet replied with the following message." In reply to your fair offer the Union has decided to open our ports to Prussian merchants." The whole of the Union had finished celebrating the Epiphany. The previous year the government had told its people that due to certain events in the world every man from 16 to 50 would have to attend military camps once every week. This was to improve the might of the territorial army if ever the need for conscription arose. Officers of the armed forces were given extended courses while on leave at the Military Academy Karl berg to put them in touch with the latest tactics and strategies in modern warfare. High ranking officers were also briefed about the forces of countries which were not on friendly relations with the Union of Kalman. There has been a boom in the fishing industry due to increase in immigration from cities to the country. This has decreased the output of industrial goods. However, due to movement of people to the country food is being produced at such a rate that exportation is in need. Prussian Empire Arusha province, Tanzania, Free Africa. The Battle of Arusha Troops advanced in skirmish formation, moving and making use of cover. Brigadier General Reinhardt used binoculars to view the city of Arusha as the artillery opened fire. The Grand Battery, comprised of 15 cm SFM 02 guns, masters in the artillery field, and 10.5 cm Feldhaubitze 98/09 guns, the Battery was large and could devastate large tracts of land. The barrage was quickly fired by traditionally well-drilled Prussians, resulting in mass panic in Arusha. The garrison came out, with little more than primitive firearms and old-fashioned weaponry that had leaked into the nation over the last few centuries. Firing back at the invaders from the city and having little luck hitting them, the Prussian Snipers were having a good time picking off the poorly trained garrison troops. Prussian MG troops had not arrived yet, but the Germans were horrified when a 1860s Gatling gun was dragged out from the city's interior. One Prussian squad had begun advancing prematurely, and by the time they saw the weapon, it was too late. The Tanzanians cranked the handle and gunned down the Prussians in the open. Where it had come from, the officers had no clue, but snipers made it their priority. The Gatling crew were in the open, and it wasn't long until their head contained Prussian lead. Any Tanzanian that tried to quickly get in and operate the Gatling gun again was quickly shot. By now, the Prussian MG08 teams had arrived and were setting up under the cover of infantry fire and sniper fire. After a few minutes, but what seemed like hours, the MG's were up and running, gunning down the garrison. The defending garrison retreated, finding themselves chased by Prussian infantry. The men cheered when they found the remnants of the garrison, in the center of the city. The flag was lowered, and they had their hands on their heads. The Prussians had their first prize. Resistance was weak, but now the armies would be gathering. It would only get harder. Tsardom of Russia Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Self, Russia. Friedmann was pleased. His name was cemented in history, he had helped the founding of the Grand Entente. The Tsar's offer about China was very appealing. "I am pleased you like the Prussian idea, sir, and the Grand Entente will be formed. As for your offer about China, I must inform and discuss with the Kaiser." Moving to use the communications room, he sent telegrams first to the Kaiser informing him of success and then the Russian offer. Wilhelm said he would assemble the Reichstag. Then Friedmann began the Entente telegram. The Grand Entente"No quiet argues"Official TelegramADDRESSED TO: Union of Kalman, Empire of Italy, Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire, Kingdom of France, Byzantine Empire, United Federation of Indonesia. Security Level: Very High Greetings friends, comrades, honorable and mighty nations. The Prussian-Russo venture of an alliance pact has finally been created. If you are receiving this, you are a valued ally of Prussia, Russia, or both. At this conference, we shall present the constitution, and you will all be offered membership status. It is the beginning of something great, comrades. Be a part of it! Conference in 1 week, to be held at the Stadtschloss, Berlin. Prussian Minister Of Foreign Affairs Friedmann.* * * * * * * * *Friedmann reproached the Tsar after a few hours. "Prussia will stand by Russia in this conflict, but we have certain demands." Friedmann handed the Tsar a sketched map and a list. "We will provide many troops to aid you in this battle. Prussia feels that these are suitable rewards." Prussian China (Here)As well as the following:Sgt; Five Sikorsky Ilya Markets Bomber aircraft camp; design specifications.Sgt; 50 Fedorov Avtomat Rifles camp; design specifications.Sgt; Knapsack and Drogue parachute design specifications. To be delivered immediately." Remember the parting of Russian technology to Prussia will strengthen our troops, in turn aiding you in China. So, glorious Tsar, what is your verdict?" Prussian Empire Reichstag, Berlin, Brandenburg. As well as discussing the Russo-China war, Wilhelm had been worried about the number of troops Prussia had and its ability to exert its power. True, the troops it had now were elite, but this was not enough. He ordered the military to be raised to 5%, conscription targeting the unemployed. He also replied to the Kingdom of France's letter. Official Imperial Telegram from the Prussian Empire From the Kaiser of Prussia To: The Kingdom of France This is truly a great honor for myself and Prussia to be welcomed to this prestigious event. I shall attend it after the conference, which I hope you may also attend. I will be bringing with me my friend and advisor Friedmann, as well as a few personal bodyguards and my consort, if that is permitted. With thanks, Kaiser Wilhelm II. Official Communiqué from the Royal Telegraph Ministry Security level: High To: Prussian Minister of Foreign Affairs Friedmann From: The French Minister of Foreign Affairs Jacques Lorraine "The Royal Council has agreed it is of utmost importance for the French Kingdom to attend the StadtSchloss meeting on the idea of centralizing an alliance. We shall be ready and see you in a week." Security level: Moderate To: His Royal Majesty Wilhelm II Kaiser of Prussia and Protector of Europe, India, and Lower Africa. From: Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of France Sir Jacques Lorraine "We look forward to your arrival to Algiers during Restoration week. Accommodations are being prepared alongside the Ball by the White Glove Society the financiers of Restoration week festivities and the Ball. "Security Level: Moderate To: His Royal Majesty Nicholas the II, Tsar of All Russia camp; Protector of the Slavs camp; Asians From: Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of France Sir Jacques Lorraine" We look forward to your arrival in Algiers during restoration week, you are allowed to be your chosen guest to the Kingdom. Accommodations are being made by the White Glove Society for you to stay at the White Glove hall hotel, one of the most luxurious hotels in Algiers. This accommodation is being made for other invited leaders as well." Managua, Nicaragua province, USLAFinnally after eight months the stronghold of Managua had finally fallen. The infantrymen were rushing down the street instead of marching in an orderly fashion. The soldiers knew that there might be a few stragglers left in the city. They searched from house to house for three days straight until finally they declared the city, "Cleared of rats". The governor of the whole Central American province was the king's nephew, when the soldiers finally arrested him they knew the war would finally end. The total outcome of the battle was five thousand UCLA soldiers killed and 3000 Spanish soldiers killed along with 20 thousand Spanish prisoners. That was more than half of Spain's army in the Americas. With Managua captured the remaining troops had retreated into Mexico City and were preparing a final stand. Lima, Peru province When emperor bolivar received the telegram he was delighted. With one of the king's closest relative as a hostage he knew he could finally have enough leverage against Spain and that he could finally finish this long war. In a hurry he started writing a telegram to admiral Gray. He knew he would have to write in fast so he just mentioned a few brief words. Managua captured, king's nephew is a hostage, cancel the invasion and have the fleet return ASAP. With that task done he was now relieved that he would not have to go to war with the Scots. So then he wrote another letter. Dear king Lachlan MacLeod you may have heard now Managua has been captured and that the Spanish have fallen back to Mexico City. Honestly I though Managua would hold out forever and was already thinking of discussing an armistice. Still though it would be nice to have some peace for a change. So I Emperor Bolivar would like to discuss an armistice with Spain and would be honored to have you as a mediator between both sides since I believe you are not biased for any of us. I would like the conference to be held in London inside the old Buckingham Palace in 3 months.With warm regards Bolivar the Second. Arabian Sea, off the Coast of Karachi flotilla of about 8 Royal Gaelic Warships floated off the coast of India, near Karachi, awaiting a secondary fleet to join them, carrying the troops for the landing. Admiral Reagan O'Leann, the experienced and grizzled commander of the Naval side of the operation, lays in the bed in his quarters on his Flagship, the battlecruiser "Senator", reading, as the First Mate knocks on the door, "Come in." the Admiral said gruffly. The First Mate steps in and salutes the Admiral, and says "Sir, the 2nd Fleet is in position, we are ready to proceed with the operation." "Very good..." he groans as he sits up out of his bed. Admiral O'Leann walks up to the bridge and looks out the windows, seeing the 2nd RGN fleet off in the horizon, he then turns to the crew and says "Make speed, and bring the Coast into range of the guns." The Flotilla surges to life as the fleet begins to move, men scramble to their stations in an orderly manner, with the same discipline and skill as the old British Royal Navy. The port of Karachi soon comes within sight and the ships turn about, preparing to deliver a broadside to the city. The Battlecruisers' 12' guns are brought to bear against the rebellious port, and are given the order to fire. With an awesome display of GK Naval power, the torrent of shells rips the port apart, Indian rebel troops flee from their coastal defenses, presenting a chance for marines to land. The Royal Marines disembark from the 1st Flotilla and head for shore. Meanwhile, the 2nd Flotilla lands their troops north of Karachi to assault the city by land as well, bringing 8-inch howitzers and cavalry with them, as well as the legendary Gurkha mercenaries who served the previous British Empire. The city was well under siege. Meanwhile, troops in Calcutta are on the move, led by Brigadier General Sir Sedan Cain, up the Ganges River, supported by Gunboats. To the Latin States:Honorable Emperor Bolivar II, It seems rather presumptuous of you to dictate where we hold the talks, and I'm afraid Buckingham Palace won't be an option, as I'd rather not further offend the English Royal Family at this time. The talks will be held in Edinburgh Castle, and I look forward to your arrival. Regards, Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scots To the Honorable Kaiser Wilhelm, Thank you for your most gracious invite, and I will be sure to attend. Signed, Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scots To Sir Jacques Lorraine of France, I thank you for your most gracious invitation, I will attend with my wife, Lady MacLeod, and my bodyguard. Signed, Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scots Royal Telegraph Ministry Security level: Moderate To: His Royal Majesty Lachlan MacLeod, King of Scotland and Protector of Southern Africa, Australasia, and Burma From: Sir Jacques Lorraine Foreign Minister of France"We thank you for accepting the invitation to the Restoration week holiday and festivities. The White Glove Society is preparing the Royal suites in the White Glove Hall hotel, one of the finest hotels in Algiers to serve you and other foreign guests invited to the festivities"Algiers Herald-Serve the Kingdom of France with trusted news since 1852 Reserved. Prussian Empire Plains, Dodoma Province, Tanzania. As mop-up troops travelled east and west to occupy remaining villages, the main force continued its blitzkrieg to Dodoma. Camp had been set up for the night, and Brigadier General Reinhardt was looking forward to a good rest. The men were in high spirits, dancing around a campfire in celebration of the past victory. Reinhardt was laughing and enjoying himself, until he saw the scouts riding back. They stepped off the saddle and saluted. "Brigadier General! We have urgent news, sir!" Reinhardt beckoned them into the HQ tent where the officers were gathered. They entered and took of their caps. "We'll have to give you the bad news first, officers. A huge army is heading our way. Looks like they've mobilized a large amount of warriors from this region. Coming from the south. We only got a small glimpse, but it seems they outnumber us eight to one." The officers looked at each other, slightly worried. "There's no time for reinforcements to get here, is there?" Reinhardt pondered. "What are they armed with?" The scouts looked at each other. "That's the good news, sir. Although some have rifles and other firearms, many have spears and primitive weaponry. They won't pull a surprise artillery piece on us. We have until dawn." The officers were more relieved. "Thank god. We have superior firepower. I'm confident this will be a victory. But, still, we must take precautions." Reinhardt did not want to underestimate such an army. "Tell the men to begin digging in, just something they can lie in. Get the MGS set up as well as the artillery. The armored cars can be readied, maybe the Stasis boys can help out too." The officers ran outside and barked orders. "And you, scouts. Get some rest. But, I want you to get out there before dawn. Warn us 30 minutes before their arrival, ride back as fast as you can. The two scouts saluted, and went to pitch a tent.* * * * * * * * * *The scouts had returned, and the enemy army was expected to be seen over the horizon any minute. Men lined the dug outs, lying down, rifles pointing ahead. The 15cm and 10.5cm guns were ready to fire. Armored cars were ready to fire the first shots. Machine gunners readied their weapons. Snipers checked their scopes. It was 5:00am, and the first enemies appeared over the horizon. They were specks in the distance, but they grew as they got closer. It became a blob, a huge force marching toward the Prussian camp. Reinhardt gave the orders for the armored troops to move out, the cars rumbling across the plains toward the enemy. The artillery began to fire. The crew of the cars heard the chants and drums getting louder and louder as they drove closer. They stopped at rifle range, which presented the Tanzanians with a long line of cars facing them. Rifles were poked out of the firing slits in the cars and the machine guns were put to good use. The first casualties were Tanzanian, and they fell quickly. Firearms units returned fire, but most were too weak to penetrate the armor. Melee troops began to rush forward, and so the cars retreated. As the army came within Prussian sniper range, triggers were pulled and a volley of sniper fire was let out. Reinhardt's orders had been "Silence that primitive, idiotic drumbeat. Kill their flag-bearers. Then officers, chieftains, or whatever it is these natives have." The shots landed true. The army chanted, but then the front drummers fell, blood spurting over the drums as the bodies fell onto them, shattering the drums. The army faltered, surprised. Shouts were heard and drummers from the back ranks pushed their way to the front. The drumbeat and chanting began again, but the drummers were struck down again. This time orders were shouted, and more drummers returned, and each time they were struck down, until there were none left. The army continued to chant, until the bearers of the tribe's symbols fell down also. The chanting wavered, faltered, and stopped. The army just ran forward, taking damage from the sniper fire. Explosions ripped through their lines, artillery shells killing huge amount of men at a time."MG08s, FEWER!" Noise erupted from the MG posts, firing bullet after bullet into the lines of the enemy. A haze of red hovered at head height as men fell down, dead. The MGS on the ground and armored cars spewed out shots. Enemies fell by the tens, hundreds. But where one fell, another took his place. They came within Prussian rifle range and the majority of the Prussians began to fire. Shots were heard at every interval, never were the Prussian weapons silent. The enemy's firearms troops ran ahead of the main group and fired at the Prussians, getting a few shots off before they fell victim to Prussian bullets. The melee troops began their charge, moving over the bodies of their bloody, shot down comrades. Officers fired Mauser's and Luger's as the Tanzanians made one last cry as they hit the Prussian lines. Bayonets were thrust into the chests of the charging enemy, MGS held their positions by keeping a steady stream of bullets into the enemy. The charge did not last long. After little more than five minutes, the Tanzanians retreated. Their numbers severely diminished, artillery continued to fire. Prussians cheered as they shot at the backs of the retreating Tanzanians. Bodies littered the battlefield. Reinhardt did not want to miss an opportunity. "We have work to do, men! Press the advantage! On to Dodoma!" A cheer erupted as the Blitzkrieg was continued. Men gathered their weapons, the tents were already dismantled. Chain-track tractors readied to pull the artillery to Dodoma. Tanzania's fall was coming. Prussian Empire Prussian India, Asia. Similar success had been seen in India as a Prussian force made its way up central India, led by Brigadier General Kaufmann. However, much of the force was concentrating on the French border, digging in and preparing for an assault. Imperial States of America ISA and Mexico Border Along the border fierce skirmishes were being fought, the cause of the Skirmishes were unknown to most soldiers on both sides, Imperial Soldiers had been told of raids by Mexican Bandits that had butchered an entire small town in Texas. Now Imperial Regiments found them-self's on the Mexican Side of the Border fighting as the Mexican Forces was being pushed back further into Mexico. A total of a million men was assaulting Mexico along the Border. The Imperial Navy was assaulting coastline Mexican Cities as Marines were being prepared to be deployed to assault and seize the Key Coastal Cities. The Imperial Propaganda Machine was starting to come to life as news of the Imperial Invasion into Mexico was being turned into a peace keeping mission to promote stability but more importantly law and order. A great number of Mexican Political Exiles was waiting within the Imperial States of America to be turned into a puppet government that would have its strings pulled by their new masters in the Imperial States. Emperor Monroe read battle reports and knew so far his little war was just getting started he expected that the military would easily win the war for the Mexican Forces were lacking in modern weapons and plagued by bandits and rebels in the countryside, a regime change was in need. The Imperial Government believed the regime change needed to be more Pro-America and to serve American Interest in the up coming conflicts with the Upstart Latin America Power waging its war to the South of Mexico in Central America. Stardom or Russia Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Softer mulling the offer over for a moment the Tsar responded, "Fine, I agree to your terms, tell your kaiser. But to tell him that the land alone would suffice for military intervention and with the designs and equipment I will be expecting something in return if something of value that I wish to obtain is ever discovered or created? I hope you know that." Elsewhere in the palace preparations were being made for the Kerala's arrival, first a large dinner would be held in honor of such a momentous occasion, then would come the formalities. Nicholas also had to prepare himself for the French Ball. Although a social gathering there were always chances at such occasions to make offers or straighten out false rumors or fears. Official Telegram of the Italian Empire Security Level: [HIGH]By the hand of His Imperial Majesty Emperor Valerie Ito: Kaiser Wilhelm II of Prussia am honored to have received the invitation to this conference and for us to be counted among your friends. I look forward to seeing the constitution and I shall be sure to attend the conference at the Stadtschloss. Best Regards, Emperor Valerie I Stardom of Russia Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Self, Russia. Friedmann could tell that the Tsar wasn't too happy with the agreement, but smiled nonetheless. The addition of those Russian technologies would elevate Prussia even further. However, the Tsar had tried to secure future Prussian technology. Friedmann did not like the idea of giving up all of Prussia's technology away, and decided to make it clear. "An excellent choice, your majesty." Friedmann said with a respectful bow. "Given, of course, that the parting of Prussian technology or knowledge will be one-off, and details will be negotiated nearer the time." Friedmann made a motion to his retinue. "I am sending the pilots to pick up the bombers now. We shall also begin to load the Fedorov Avtomats into our trucks immediately, your highness." Friedmann stood and gathered his papers. "Well, if there is nothing further you wanted to discuss, I'm looking forward to meeting you again at the Grand Entente conference." Friedmann saluted with all the energy of a Prussian militant. Stockholm, Drottningholm Palace The King summoned his Prime Minister. "I wish for you to send a letter to Kaiser Wilhelm of Prussia and tell him we accept the letter concerning the Grand Entente. On an unrelated note I have decided that we should increase our influence by beginning to colonize Iceland." To all the nations of the world: the Union of Kalman claims Iceland. Recognize this as our claim for we bring its people prosperity. Iceland's Eastern Coast Union migrants landed and have started to colonize it. Half of the island is already under control and there has been very little resistance. The Prussian Empire Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin, Brandenburg. The fire illuminated the room with a warm red glow, embracing the inhabitants with a soft heat that kept out the cold of a Prussian Winter. Wilhelm sifted through the replies to the Grand Entente invitations. He was pleased, many nations were attending. The Kaiser drew up a list of those who had confirmed they were attending:Grand Entente Conference Attendees Prussian Empire: ATTENDINGTsardom of Russia: ATTENDING Kingdom of France: ATTENDING Empire of Italy: ATTENDING Gaelic Kingdoms of Alba and Eire: ATTENDING Union of Kalman: ATTENDING Byzantine Empire: Unknown United Federation of Indonesia: Unknown The Kaiser was pleased to see that so far 75% of those sent an invitation were attending. This conference could solidify nations between all, and bring Prussia and its allies great power and prosperity. A knock at the door was heard, and a servant came announcing Friedmann's return. The Kaiser went to the doors. "Friedmann, good!" He said to the saluting man, shaking his free hand. "And what news do you bring?" The Minister smiled and said "News of a good kind, sir. The Russians agreed to our terms. The Automata are being delivered to the Imperial Engineering Academy as we speak. The bombers are flying to the Luftstreitkräfte base in Berlin, where Imperial Engineers will take a look at it." The Kaiser was pleased. "Excellent news, Friedmann! Excellent news indeed. These will certainly turn the tides of battle. Now, these bombers will be used extensively, and more planes will be needed. I say we build air bases in major cities across the Empire. Each theater will need an air base, at least one." Friedmann nodded. "These bombers, as the Russians called it, are the only ones of their kind. Towns won't be expecting ground raids from the air." The Kaiser smiled. "Indeed. Well, Friedmann, get some rest, you've earned it." Prussian Empire Chhattisgarh province, free India, Asia. The officers, having got exhausted of pronouncing the name of the province, simply began abbreviating it 'Chatty'. The Prussian force was in good spirits. Victory had graced them, and now they were on the march to Raipur. A second, smaller force, had occupied Odisha province. Mop-up troops were building trenches and earthworks along the Franco-Prussian border. Propaganda, combined with new Stasis indoctrination techniques, was being used. It talked of how the Republican French were not free, how they tortured their people and left them to die. The same was said of free India. Indian princes were depicted as devils and greedy tyrants in newspapers and cartoon propaganda. Prussia was liberating the Indian people from their cruel rule. The army reached Raipur at one in the morning. Citizens and garrison troops awoke to the sound of Prussian guns thundering. Explosions erupted in the city, fires already beginning to spread. Old cannons hurtled cannonballs at the Prussians, who clutched their gas masks as per training. But, the Indian cannons were not long ranged enough. This battle would be won by siege. Troops were ordered to stay out of cannon range, but encircle the city. Armored Cars went ahead to set up the perimeter. After a short while the city was surrounded. The garrison managed to hold out for quite long, but artillery eventually broke them. Refugees and garrison troops attempted to escape through the back gates. But when the garrison troops got into range, they were fired upon by Prussians. Citizens were not to be shot at, but there were a few civilian casualties, as predicted. The artillery had also played its part in that. After four hours and hardly any Prussian casualties the garrison surrendered. Troops marched into Raipur unopposed and Stasis began their work. Prussian Empire Dodoma, Dodoma Province, Free Africa. The Prussian troops were closing in on Dodoma and the final assault would be made very soon. Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin The Imperial Zeppelin had hastily flown to Constantinople upon hearing if the Ententes gathering in Berlin. Indeed, such an alliance would prove useful indeed he smiled. Now as his car drove through the mighty palaces gates, and he accompanied by an entourage of aides and others entered the grate palace saluting the guards that had formed ranks. Indeed, better late then never he shook his head as the mighty doors opened he found many were already in attendance. He smiled as he was briskly escorted to the Kaiser "Your highness please forgive my tardiness alas affairs pile up when you rule such a vast state." He grinned out stretching his hand to shake Wilhelm's. "I can assure you however Byzantine is more than willing to join your Entente after all I know that this will surely bring great benefits to all those attending. As well how goes your African venture my Viceroy of the Congo, Baron Manuel Comments informs men you're making excellent progress?" He asked intrigued. ConstantinopleField Marshal Androids Notary and Grand Admiral Cyril Surgeries surveyed the map indeed the east was ripe for the picking. "His Imperial majesty is quite eager to see these new subs your building." Notary noted looking over the design laying on his counterparts' desk. Surgeries nodded "Indeed I have high hopes for these new models. We're to begin field tests immediately. As well, I understand Your having great success with the new howitzer models?" He looked over the Marshal eagerly. The man smiled like a cat that cot the canary "Indeed these new Big Zoë guns pack a punch. As well the new hydrogen shells are effective to say the least. Indeed, I predict that the artillery corps shall be quite pleased when the guns are given to them next month." Cyril nodded "Then I suppose we're quite ready for war." He sighed looking over at the map displaying Byzantine troops movements. 230,000 troops had been deployed to the east indeed the need to protect Anatolia was dire. "What of the Russians?" He then asked indeed the Russians Pan-Slavic desires were of great concern. Code: Select alto: France From: Byzantine Empire We shall attend this celebration of yours. However, do understand we are currently attending to other duties. Nonetheless, we shall attend indeed this is a grand era for both our nations. As well, I am eager to know of Frances current intentions towards the Byzantine Empire and her colonies. With best wishes and luck to you and your country. Sincerely, Constantine XVIII Palaiologos, Emperor of the Romans, Baseless and Autocrat In a Train, Somewhere in BurmaKepala Peking sat in his train car, on the way to Russia, speaking with several advisors about the current events.“Prussia attacks India, an unwelcome turn of events, Honorable Kerala,” one advisor began. “Ever since the Great Asian War, it has been the UFI that is the power in Asia; even the Chinese fear us. But if Prussia gains enough land…”“Then we will be facing some troubles,” the Kerala broke in. “We Indonesians have fought for our freedom from Europe before, I do not intend to do it again. Russia, ever our ally, seems to be turning more European than ever. No one to check the Prussian might, it would cause us great problems.”“True, Kerala. France remains weak, and the Gaelic's, toothless. Still, better to attend their meetings, make friends with the Prussians. Perhaps they will let us be; if so we have only to gain.”“Very true. Send a reply to the Prussians. We will be attending their Conference.” To The Prussian Empire From the UFI Honorable Kerala will be attending the Conference with high hopes for an alliance. Currently, Kerala is on a trip to Russia; perhaps we might as well take a visit to Prussia. Sincerely, Kepala Peking Napoleon IV stood over a table in his private war room. Contrasting to the majesty of the rest of his home, the war room was dark and bare. All that filled it was a single table, built into the floor. A steel behemoth, measuring 8 meters across and 4 from top to bottom, the top was made of thick glass. It was something of great wonder. For it was a product of the age of innovation. Beneath the sheet of glass, hundreds of bulbs lit the world. Some nations glowed red, others white, but France stood out, a deep blue. From this table, the Emperor could monitor the very state of the world simply through the study of lights. When he slept, half a dozen men were commissioned to change the bulbs of each nation reflecting the current diplomatic situation, color coded to represent their relationship with the French. And right now, there was a lot of red. To the East, Napoleon frowned at the newest color. A blood-red glow had overcome the Prussians and Russians, with the signing of the Grand Entente. Possibly the strongest and third-strongest nations in the world had come together. Prussia had released news articles documenting a 'Fourth Expansion'. Currently, its only borders were with the Russians, its ally, the Italians and Byzantines, nations with which it shared complimentary history, barbarous nations, who had already been engaged if the latest telegrams were indeed true, and the French. A crease of worry spread across the Emperor's face. He stared down at a length of rope laid along the border of Prussian India and the Central Indian Principalities. It represented the approximate front, from what information could be gathered. Every hour it seemed to move further inland, inch by inch... In Europe, reports had come in of Prussian military drills worryingly close to the border, but the country had not yet mobilized. Napoleon was scared, but to prematurely mobilize would make him the aggressor, and may spur a Prussian attack. As far as he could tell, he had but a few years, perhaps even but months, to prepare France for war, whether on the diplomatic field or internally. In West Africa, a faint green hummed. The so-called 'French Kingdom' was claimed by the Empire, and until the current scenario was rectified, it would have a special hue. The Franco-Africans had not yet appeared to prepare for war. The uneasy peace between the two Frances pleased Napoleon. Whilst he would love to unify the French people, as was their right, he knew that right now, Europe was a more important battlefield. The Prussians in alliance with the Eastern Bear was worrying, but in theory, was not an impossible threat to face. As a defender, the French would have the home advantage, and would not have to push too much for peace should the war go in France's favor. The Tsar was not seen as an immediate threat, due to the Russian concentration on the East. All France needed was the leadership and discipline of Napoleon I, and the war could be won. However, the Emperor was not a man of arrogance. He knew that, if the Prussians wanted war, that they would commit. It could not be left to chance. If the Prussians truly looked to fight, they would seek more allies than the Russians, which may turn the tide on France. So Napoleon decided that France's relative isolation from the rest of the continent was about to come to an end. He began to pen official communiqués to the nations he felt would place the French in a heightened diplomatic position. To Valerio, I, Emperor of the Italians and King of Tunis, The finest of greetings, my friend. I send you this message with the offer to discuss the future of our nations. The Prussian Empire threatens the French, and occupies rightfully Italian land in the Kingdom of Lombardy-Venetian, Tirol and the rightfully Italian Dalmatia. As long as the Prussians remain unopposed, the peoples over which you preside will never be complete, and Italy shall never become a true nation-state, as it spent so long fighting to do so. With this in mind, I wish to extend the offer of a Franco-Italian agreement, that will hopefully bring our two nations together. I hope for your response to be positive, for the sake of us both. Yours sincerely, Napoleon IV, Emperor of the French To Constantine XVIII, Emperor of the Romans, Autocrat of all Greece, Anatolia, Bulgaria and Syria My most humble greetings, emperor. I send you this message to discuss the current state of European affairs. Since the fall of Rome nearly one and a half millennia ago, Constantinople has been the sole beacon of Roman culture and learning. With the proclamation of empire during the rule of Charlemagne, East and West Roman Empires again became a reality. Truly, it can be said, that Paris and Constantinople are sisters, in the inheritance of Rome. Sadly, due to the takeover of the West by Germanic's in the chaotic Holy Roman Empire, we two Romes could not either of us restore the hegemony of Rome. But the East stood, and retained control of the Balkans, despite the best efforts of Islam and the Empire. However, over the last century, I have noticed a concerning process in the East. The Roman lands, that should truly have been reclaimed after their loss due to the Turk and the Arab, have increasingly been drawn into Germanic control. Some Kingdoms under the influence of Rome fell to the Austrians many centuries ago, but never since the Prussian territorial explosion have the Balkans been so jeopardized. The Serbs, Bosniaks and Romanians one-by-one fell to the Germans march East. And from further East, your orthodox brothers in the lands of the Ru's have attempted to increase their influence over the South Slavic peoples, as well as pushing through the Caucasus. When Constantinople seemed on its last legs, the Muscovite's claimed Moscow as the Third Rome. But there can be no third until the end of the second. These nations both push on the Roman borders, envious of Bulgaria, Albania and the Eastern ports of the Black Sea. It seems that Germans and Russians seeks to continue the mission of their fathers, and drive Rome from this world. They call you 'Byzantine' and do not respect the integrity of Rome. We share in the Germans a common foe. For this reason, I offer to begin a series of Franco-Roman talks, to begin the process of bringing us together to halt the Germans barbaric assault. With best regards, Napoleon IV, Emperor of the French To Lachlan I MacLeod, King of Scots Before the times of subjugation under the English, the Scots shared the strongest and closest alliance in history with the French, united against the English in the shared wish to halt the envy of our lands. As you know, France applauded your successful escape from the English and, to this day, wish you the best of luck in the future of your revitalized nation. However, the issue stands that the Gaelic Kingdoms control far-flung lands that remain under constant threat, as the Scots and Irish have always faced. In response to this, I wish to revive the AFLD alliance of our forefathers, to protect each other from powers wishing to interfere in our realms, in whatever forms they may come. As such, I request to begin talks to bring our nations into association and mutual defense. You have no doubt noticed the Prussian expansion in India that threatens French and Gaelic holdings. Yours sincerely, Napoleon IV, Emperor of the French final message was prepared for the Prussians. To Kaiser Wilhelm II of Prussia This message regards the recent Prussian incursion into numerous Indian Principalities without proper forewarning or justification. The realms of central India act as an effective buffer between French, Prussian and Gaelic influence in the reason. Your warmongering ways are perceived by the French and much of the international community to be an attempt to interfere in the affairs of the French and British for your own benefit. This is an unacceptable act, and I demand that you announce your intentions in the area and your reasons for war, and ensure that they are just and not an attempt to shift power in the subcontinent, or leave the area to its own devices, lest you receive the backlash of not only the French, but the international community. We hope an agreement can be made soon, lest Europe be pulled further from its peace. Yours sincerely, Napoleon IV, Emperor of the French With each letter finished, the emperor folded the letters, emblazoned with the French Imperial crest, handed them to an aid to be delivered, and returned to his international pondering. Empire of Italy Quirinal Palace, Rome, ItalyValerio read a report on the progress of the new ships. The construction of seven Achilles-class battleships based on Leonardo's design had been ordered. It had taken some time for the logistics to be organized, but today construction began on the first two ships. Due to the sheer amount of space needed to make a super-dreadnought several different shipyards were building the ships. If construction went smoothly then the first ship would be launched within a year. Valerie smiled at this news the construction of these vessels would drastically increase Italian naval power. Empire of Italy The Egyptian Border, Button District, Libya Andrea Borgatti stared eastwards across the imaginary line that divided Libya and Egypt. Across the border was an uncivilized wasteland, and it was his job to bring the beacon of Italian civilization to the land. Andrea was the third son Achilles and the uncle of Valerie. He was a skilled military commander and was quick to adopt new technologies as evidenced by the number of armored cars with mounted machine guns. There looked to be at least 100 of these new inventions. They had proven effective in initial testing, and they were ready to be put into action. Alongside these cars there were 8,000 men on foot with another 2,000 on horses. He checked his watch, it was time to move out. The order was given, and the men moved out. Their first objectives were to take the costal towns of Callum and Side Warrant, both were within 100km of the border. Further south a smaller group of 2,500 men were making their way to Siva Oasis. Prussian Empire Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin, Brandenburg. The conference was fast approaching and the leaders and delegates of all the invited nations would soon be arriving at the Stadtschloss. Wearing full military uniform, the Kaiser looked extremely presentable. A knock at the door was heard, and the Kaiser was surprised. It was soon clear who had arrived. A servant announced. "His majesty Constantine XVIII Palaiologos, Emperor of the Romans, Baseless and Autocrat of the Byzantine Empire." He strode in and greeted the Kaiser. Wilhelm was surprised but rather pleased by Constantine's enthusiasm for the Entente. "Welcome, welcome comrade! I am glad you have chosen to visit me before the conference." Wilhelm said with a smile. "Yes, African expansion is going well, we are beginning to rival and threaten the French... or 'Portuguese'... colonies there. Now, come!" Wilhelm said grandly, placing his pickelhaube helmet atop his head. "It is time to head to the Stadtschloss to begin the conference. We can provide transport for you." Before they could leave, as servant ran to Wilhelm. "Sir! A French message sir!" Wilhelm dismissed it. "Napoleon can wait. I have pressing matters at this time." Stepping outside, Wilhelm motioned to a car for Constantine before getting into his own. Wilhelm's car was an armored one, although it had a majesty about it. The two leaders would be escorted by new Entente troops, the 3,000 strong force made entirely up of Prussian soldiers at this minute. White armored cars, emblazoned with the Entente emblem, drove up to the two cars and formed a protective formation. Other escort troops were sent to the leaders of the other nations arriving. First Formal Conference of the Grand Entente The Stadtschloss, Berlin, Brandenburg. Play music when prompted for full effect! The building was a grand one. In front of the gates were the flags of all the nations attending, equal in size and height to emphasize equality. In the middle of these flags was a white one displaying the Entente's Emblem. The building was a rectangle, with a section down the middle and a dome above the gates. This dome would be where the conference was going to take place. The whole complex was guarded by masses of Entente troops, and the area itself was on high alert for the Stasis. The conference was going to be very secure. The Kaiser's car drove in through the gates. Wilhelm got out and entered the building, walking up the spiral marble staircase to the conference area. This was also lavishly decorated with flags and Entente emblems. Half of the room contained seats in a semicircle, pointing toward a central podium for a speaker. The room was bustling with activity. The Kaiser entered and took his place at the podium to introduce everyone. The Entente Anthem, "Ode to Joy", began to play." Welcome, leaders and delegates, of the most powerful countries in the world. We are gathered here for one reason: we are the just, honorable, and mighty nations in this world. Our economies prosper. Our armies march onward. Our technology ever increases. Although, alone, we are strong, together, my comrades, we can rule this world." The Kaiser grew ever more enthusiastic and passionate. "Together, friends, we can rule! We can march! We can conquer! That is why we are gathered here, future members of The Grand Entente!" A white banner with the emblem unraveled from the ceiling in spectacular fashion. The Prussian delegation stood and applauded, expecting others to follow. Berliners could hear the music, although nothing else, from the streets, and began to clap and cheer with the delegates. Stasis and Militia made sure that no rogue citizens made it into the Stadtschloss. Wilhelm continued. "Yes, my comrades, the Grand Entente! Our chance to show the world our unity, our chance to become world dominators, our chance to increase our greatness." After things had calmed down, Wilhelm continued. "Now, my friends, you will see upon your desk copies of the Constitution and today's agenda. If you haven't read the Constitution already, please do. This is what we stand for. Russia and Prussia have founded the Entente based on these ideals of comradeship, defense, and economic co-operation. Articles may be suggested and voted upon by member states. And so, my question to you, fellow leaders and delegates, is this: Will you join the Entente?" Wilhelm gave them time to think about the question. It was the beginning of a great age. ConstitutionArticle I. All member states are equal in the eyes of God and Man. Each member state will be allowed to vote on proposals and introduce proposals. Article II. Conferences will be held at least once a year and Emergency Conferences can be called by any nation. Neither conference is compulsory, but member states will be viewed in a poor light if they do not attend yearly Conferences. Details of Emergency conferences will be sent to nations unable to attend for whatever reason. Article III. Proposals for the upcoming conference must be sent for the host nation to organize an agenda beforehand. Article IV. If one member state goes to war against a non-member, the other nations will not be required to go to war with the non-member. The member state in conflict may bring up a proposal for the other member states to provide aid or for the whole alliance to go to war. Offers must be made to other member states in what they will receive for fighting. Article V. If a member state goes to war against another member, the other nations will be required to go to war with the aggressor, if Article VI is not applicable in this case. In the event of the aggressor's defeat, it may receive one or multiple punishments that shall be voted upon by the defenders: I. Reparations. Land III. Armament Reparations IV. Expulsion from the alliance Each defender shall vote on the options they believe the aggressor should receive. Options that have over 50% support of voting states shall be implemented. In the event that no punishments have over 50% support, the three with the top votes shall be implemented. Article VI. If, however, a member state invades another member state to protect the citizens of another member state, then article VI is implemented, and the roles in article V are switched, i.e. Aggressor becomes defender and vice versa. Article VII. In this event of member-member war, telegrams stating what the nation's vote is whether article VI will be implemented should be sent to the host of the previous conference by nations neither being invaded nor invading. If the host of the previous conference is an invader/being invaded, telegrams will default to Prussia, then Russia. If both of these nations is the invader/one being invaded, telegrams will be sent to the nation geographically the furthest away from both these nations. Article VIII. If a non-member declares war on a member all other members will declare war on the non-member. Article IX. All member nations will participate in trade with each other. Article X. All member nations shall provide other member nations with military access. AgendaI. Membership. The Two Frances. China IV. The Americas. Open for more topics or debate As Bolivar the second sat down in his office there was a look of concern in his face. A report had just come in, in it is said that the ISA had attacked Mexico. In his head he though, "So they finally made their move." He then called in one of his most experienced generals. His name was general Pergola, he was Bolivar's first and oldest friend. "How big is the invasion force Bolivar?" Pergola asked. "I'm not sure, it was ant in the report." "Well at least how many men and ships can you spare?" "I have one thousand jaguar squadron soldiers ready and an additional 3 thousand regulars Pergola." "Jaguar squadron what are those?" "They're Indians from the rainforest, they specialize in guerrilla warfare, urban combat, and sabotage." "Then answer me this emperor, how many days will it take for them to get to Mexico." "Two maybe three days, they're still in Managua so I'm sure they can be redeployed fairly quickly." "But emperor four thousand men will not be enough to stop the whole UCLA army well need at least 50 thousand if you wish to hold them back." "You're not going to stop them, your only going to stall them." "For how long my emperor?" "4 months, well need four months to get a force of 50 thousand of my best men ready." "And what about the home guard my lord?" "We can ready them in one month, but they're too inexperienced. They wouldn't have a chance in direct combat" "Then how are we going to hold out against them?" "Have your men hide in the Abandon jungle. Attack only at night, leave no survivors, and take no prisoners." "As you wish my lord." " Your train is waiting outside, you should go as soon as possible. Time is of the essence." General Pergola walked out of the palace and headed to the train station. The Stardom of Russia The Alexander Palace, Tsarskoye Velocity the matters at hand settled Nicholas left to attend to other affairs. "I apologize Herr Friedmann, but we have another distinguished guest coming and due to recent events some new preparations must be made, my deepest apologies, goodbye." Walking out of the room, not waiting for a response the Tsar pulled aside one of his most trusted aids, "We have a war or two coming boys, I want everything we just gave to the Prussians replaced within a week, tell Sikorsky and Fedora to get off their asses, I want increased production on a mass scale, armament is key in these wars. Also, how are things on the Chinese front.", the man, barely so he was still young, replied "Good sir, the training is nearing completion and soon a strike force will be ready, the Majors are very happy with the results of these new troops!", Nicholas was pleased, "Well see to it that they are put to good use. Besides tell the Canadian front to initiate Operation Icebreaker. Canada shall be mine!" Not waiting for a response the messenger scurried away in order to attend to all matters. On top of this a room had had to be prepared for the arriving Kerala. A letter was left on the grand looking bed. Not on the official paper, informal. Dearest Kerala, My sincere apologies and deepest condolences. I am unable to wait at the Alexander Palace any longer as I must attend a conference for the Grand Entente which I am led to believe you too are attending. Stay here as long as necessary and recuperate, a plane will take you to Prussia when you wish it. Yours truly Nicholas RomanovTsardom of Russia Alaskan-Canadian Border The Sergeant sat in the newly constructed and finished trench. He had a small, cozy and best of all warm dug-out. It had been some time since the construction had begun, and it had been a long and arduous process, but it had been worth it. It was truly s thing of beauty. Someone entered his dug-out, unannounced. "What do you want!?" he screamed, "Well, if you'd lower your tone, I have a message from the Tsar." the messenger replied matter-of-factly, "Well, I apologize, go on.", "Here." He handed him a letter and left. It simply said Operation Icebreaker is to be carried out immediately and with full force. The Sergeant ran outside and within the day his men were ready to move out. That very night they began their slow advance forward, wondering what if any resistance they would meet. Tsardom of Russia Russian-Chinese Border It had been some weeks since phase two had been initiated. The bomber pilots, already well-trained, could cut down the smallest targets in a hail of bullets and could hit the largest possible crowd with a huge explosion and tons of shrapnel. The ground troops were prepared for the Chinese fighting style, months of spying had been put to devastating effect. Finally, the newest troop type addition to the White Army of the Stardom of Russia were the Parachute Troopers. Highly trained cossacks armed with Sharks and other blades, Fedorov Avtomats and all the ammunition they could carry. The testing had been successful, these troops could easily get behind enemy lines, up to 6 in one single plane, and the Russian Air Force was not small. Prussian Empire Charlottenburg Palace, Berlin, Brandenburg Nicholas arrived with his procession in tail, close behind as always. His cars were lavish, but some were fairly working class, he did not want to lose touch with them. He exited the grandest of them all, dressed in full uniform. He was immediately flanked by two Reapers, they were told that if they fainted once over the course of the trip, or if they removed their masks in public, they would be harshly disciplined. Nicholas and his retinue entered the lavish hall as the Kaiser began to make his speech and loud music began to play. All very grand, very inviting. This would be sure to draw in many members, excellent. Nicholas walked towards the Kaiser, he had news, good news. He could not speak to him yet, the Kaiser was flanked by others wishing to speak with him, the Tsar could wait, for now. Shah Ahmed bin Abdul Fifty Second Shah of The Sultanate of Khan'shah The Palace of the Shah The Third Day of The Month Rabbi’ AL-thaniThe Year 1331 AH Shah Ahmed bid Abdul. The very utterance of his name would have three city blocks on their knees facing Mecca to pray for their beloved Shah. His was a name that the people of his empire included in their rising and sleeping prayers, for their morning, noon, and afternoon prayers were dedicated to other things. Right now, the Shah was sitting on his throne, crafted of the purest of Ivory from India. It was a beautiful yet hard and angular throne, handcrafted by the First Shah, made uncomfortable to sit on, so that no man would do so willingly. It was a test of determination for a Shah to sit on the Throne. The Shah was not supposed to live a luxurious life. As written by the Last Prophet of Islam, or the First Shah, the life of a Shah was a life of hard service to his people. So it was written, so it was. The Shah had a practiced look of aloofness on his face. His was a life of service, but he had to be better than those he served. He had to be something more than a man. He was a conduit to Allah, to Mohammed, and to the Prophets that came After Him, and he had to look as such. In front of him was a table, made from a single piece of wood that came from the African forests. Polished by masters in the cities of the African Continent, and brought before the Thirteenth Shah as a gift from the Wandering Tribes. But that was long ago, and all that remained of the Thirteenth Shah was this table and some bones moldering in the Royal Tomb. On the table was a map of East Asia and the Pacific, with just the very westernmost edge of America on it. The Five Generals, who stood for the Five Prayers that each Muslim made daily, stood around the table. They were silent, waiting for their Shah's permission to brief him on the new situation. The Shah gestured, and the first General spoke." My Shah. The Russians have launched a two pronged invasion. They have made a foray into the Alaska, and they are making a move on Canada." The General placed elaborately carved wooden figurines on the map." They have invasion forces here, here, and here." The Second General joined in." The Canadians appear to be scrambling to put up resistance. Our best intelligence says they were not as well-prepared for such a thing as they could be, although this was not an unexpected move." He gave a low chuckle. "The Winter Bastards are fighting among themselves." The rest of the Generals and the Shah laughed at the common nickname for those who lived above the freeze line. The Third General spoke. "The Russians have also invaded China. They have taken much ground, and their Air Force is proving a dubious asset. Should they attempt an invasion of India, it will still however, be necessary to ground their planes." The Shah nodded slowly as the rest of the Generals nodded and murmured assent. It had taken him almost fifteen years to gain the General's trust, to the point where they would make jokes and give such key advice without fear. In that time he hadn't imprisoned or executed a single political rival or threat, and his advisors were nervous. Admittedly, it was radically different from how his father had ruled, but his father had also died with three bullets in his chest and Cyanide in his soup. The Assassination of a Shah was no easy thing, and had cost Ahmed almost three hundred thousand dollars. Of course, the Assassins had been caught, tried, and summarily their doubles were executed. The Assassins themselves were too valuable to waste. The Fourth General spoke. "They drop bombs from the planes. They are called, I believe the word is Bombers" His mouth curled uncomfortably over the unfamiliar word. "The bombs are made of metal, and each plane drops one of their explosives. One in five doesn't explode, but the Russians apparently consider this an acceptable loss." He shrugged. Now the Fifth General spoke. He was the oldest, wisest, and most battle savvy of them all. That was how he became the Fifth General, the highest Military Position in the Sultanate." These are acceptable losses my Shah. To put such weapons into effect, it is devastating to the moral of the men, if not their actual safety. It will be crucial to countermand the situation." The Shah nodded slowly." See to it." The Five Generals nodded, and recognizing a dismissal, withdrew, taking the map and wooden figures with them. The Shah rang a bell, and from behind a curtain came his First Wife. She kneeled, and the Shah waved his hand. "I am too old to bother with such formality my love. Now, speak. What do you think of the situation with these Russians." The Shah often took council with his wife. She was almost terrifyingly smart, and the Shah knew it. His First Wife spoke softly, but the Shah did not take this for uncertainty. It was just her way. "The Russians are vicious fighters all, and to underestimate them would be stupid." She then outlined a plan to deal with both a Russian Invasion, Babylonian Invasion, and how to both prepare their own Air Force, Bombers, and how to deal with the Russian planes. The Shah thanked Allah for what must have been the five thousandth time that he had been blessed with such a smart wife. She curtsied and left. The Shah scribbled some orders, and rang another bell. A page scurried in from behind a door, took the notes, scanned who they were addressed to, and darted off. The Shah belatedly recognised his seventh Grandson. Third General Jamal bin Hassan One Hundredth Third General of The Sultanate of Khan'shah The Palace of the Shah The Third Day of The Month Rabbi’ AL-thaniThe Year 1331 AH The Third General paused as a page came up to him, handed him a note, and darted off. The General recognised the Shah's handwriting, and quickly opened and read the note, committing it to memory, before tossing it into a nearby fire, and watching carefully as it was consumed until not a fragment was left. He left with an extra bounce in his step. He had just been named the General of the new Khan'Shavian Air Force, and put in charge of its creation, the training of its pilots, and the incorporation of it into the battle tactics of the Sultanate. It was a high honor, and one that signified the Shah was tiring of the Fourth General, the Third General's prime political rival. Such an honor should have gone to the Fourth General, but it had fallen to him. He immediately began to write orders, and summon experts. He had been pushing the creation of an Air Force for a while now, and it seemed he would finally get his wish. Three hours later, he was assured the first Wing of Aircraft would be ready within four months, and that the Pilots would begin their training immediately. Fourth General Rashid bin Abraham One Hundred and Sixth Fourth General of The Sultanate of Khan'shah The Palace of the Shah The Third Day of The Month Rabbi’ AL-thaniThe Year 1331 AH The Fourth General received the note from the page in his quarters, read it, memorized it, and then burned it. He had been bound by the Shah to oversee the creation of countermeasures for an Invasion of the North. His lip curled slightly. Such a thing should be the responsibility of the Third General. It was a warning he was sure of it. But, it was also a command from his Shah, and one that he would see executed to perfection. Such a thing might put him back in the favor of the Shah. He began to draw up plans for defenses, countermeasures, probable attacks, improbable attacks, impossible attacks, and everything in the middle. It was his duty, given by the Shah, and therefore as a command from Allah and Mohammed themselves. Fifth General Mohammed bin QuasamFifty First Fifth General of The Sultanate of Khan'shah The Palace of the Shah The Third Day of The Month Rabbi’ AL-thaniThe Year 1331 AH The Fifth General accepted the note from the page, invited him to share tea, and was pleased when the page had the good sense to graciously decline. He scanned the note, then burned it. He had been ordered to oversee the defense of India, the part of the Empire with the most natural resources, and thus, his responsibility. Furthermore, he began immediately, such a thing was not to be taken lightly. Abandon Jungle, Mexican side3 days later The men were tired after three days of marching with no rest. At last, they had finally arrived at the rendezvous now all they needed to do was wait for the Jaguar Squadron. The men knew their reputation, they were some of the most elite most dangerous units on the planet. They had never seen them, but they knew that they were deployed in Managua. Now they sat and waited. After three hours they saw figures in the rainforest General Pergola raised his rifle and yelled,"Halt all of you!!" Just then he could fell metal touching his throat and a whispering voice said, "If you were the enemy right now you would be dead on the ground with your throat slated." He than felt the metal pulling away from his throat. He turned around, and he came face to face with a man with dark skin and a well-built body. "General Pergola, my name is Humberto de Silva captain of Jaguar squadron 10th regiment at your services." The general was furious but glad that the Jaguar squadron had finally arrived. They sat down and discussed what the emperor had said,"So Bolivar wants me to stall the ISA's army?" "Yes that's right." Replied Pergola. "Well I think it could be possible, how long does he want us to stall them?" "4 months." Replied pergola. "4 Months!! Listen Pergola I'm not sure that we can hold out that long I'd say 2 months guaranteed after that I'm not sure." "But I have 3 thousand men at my disposal, how long do you think we could hold out if you trained the men I have." Replied Pergola. "With them, I It's safe to say three months maybe four if they're lucky." "Then you're training the men. Anyway the Americans have just started their invasion so you at left have 2 weeks to get the men ready." "Don't worry Pergola we'll have them ready in one."

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Slut Training (Closed for SlaveofLustBeca)Doug Roberts decided he had no other choice. His daughter was failing practically every subject, her opportunities for college were dwindling - if not downright gone - and her future looked grim. He didn't know what else to do. It had been difficult raising Kayla on his own since his wife had died, and he was now facing the fact that he might have failed. The girl was dumb as a stump and could barely even function in a classroom. He sighed as he walked into the school next to his daughter. She was beautiful, he knew that much. And he knew that women could get by in this world in one of two ways: brains or pussy. He had heard that Dr. Jacob Hamill, the school principal, had a specialized program designed for stupid girls. Hamill's theory was that stupid girls with no hope for college or a career needed to be taught how to use their bodies, how to use their holes, how to seduce to get what they wanted and needed from life. Doug was willing to let Dr. Hamill have his way with Elise, to corrupt her, to teach her to be a slut. Being Saturday, the school was mostly deserted, except for a couple other sets of parents bringing unsure-looking girls down the halls as well. They walked into a classroom marked only “Saturday Training.” About twelve girls sat at desks; no boys. When Elise asked why they were here, Doug said, "We're here to see Dr. Hamill, sweetie. He'll explain the rest to you. Just go take a seat. Do you see anyone here that you know from school?” Just then Dr. Hamill walked in. He was about 45, with salt and pepper hair and deep green eyes. Only the barest hints of wrinkles bracketing the eyes were showing. He was about 5'9" and weighed 210 pounds, most of it muscle that came from a lot of spare time spent at the gym." Good morning, everyone,” Dr. Hamill said. He shook hands with Doug and said, “Thank you for enrolling Kayla, Mr. Roberts. I’m sure she’ll be in good hands here.” Doug kissed Kayla on the cheek and said, “It’ll be okay, honey. Just have fun today.” As Doug left, he smiled as he heard Dr. Hamill say, “I’m glad you’re all here today, ladies. I’m here today to teach you all the most valuable lesson you can learn in life: how to use your pussies to get what you want.” Kayla to a seat in the back of the class. She wasn't fond of school and never really thought it mattered. She lived for the party. Furthermore, she would spend all Friday getting drunk and usually screwing one guy or more before coming home early Saturday mornings hung over. If she got into any trouble all she had to do was shed some fake tears and call her daddy She had her father wrapped around her finger. He would bend over backwards for her, if she wished. Being dragged to school on this Saturday was such a drag, she had a bad hang over, she didn't have time to shower and the cum from the guy she fucked last night was still sticking to her thighs. When the professor announced the subject of the class Kayla blurted out." What the fuck is this? Really? There is a class to suck a dick? Are you fucking kidding me? Well fuck this shit, I don't need class to teach me how to get laid. I'm out of here." "What the fuck is this? Really? There is a class to suck a dick? Are you fucking kidding me? Well fuck this shit, I don't need class to teach me how to get laid. I'm out of here." Dr. Hamill was originally very quiet and soft-spoken, but now he wasn't having any of Kayla's attitude." Sit back down NOW!" he screamed, moving to the door to block it. "I think I should make something very clear, young lady. If you don't pass this class, you fail out of school. And I have enough clout in this town to make sure you never go to another school, never get into college, and have no life beyond giving five-dollar blowjobs down at the park." He walked over to her and pulled roughly on her hair. "You think you know everything about sex? You think you know how to please a man? Newsflash, honey: you're a kid. You don't know shit. And eventually you will realize that the only way you can get by in life is by being the best slut you can be, and that's what I'm here to teach you." Kayla shrieked as he grabbed a fist of her blond hair. She tried to fight him off, but he was just too strong. The only thing she could manage was to spit in his face." Fuck you! You old perv. I've already fucked some seniors attending this collage, and they said I was the best fuck of their life. I bet your dick is so old, and wrinkly you need a whole pack of Viagra just to get it hard. Go back to your porn you geezer." Dr. Hamill laughed as Kayla spit on his face and called him an old geezer. "Old?" he asked incredulously. "If you're ever going to be a decent slut then you'll have to learn that 38 is not old." Letting go of her hair but still blocking the door, he went on, "And if you think pleasing college guys means pleasing real men, think again...they're still boys for the most part. See? You don't know shit." Dr. Hamill began to unzip his pants, and before anyone in the room even realized what was going on, he had pulled out his fully erect 9-inch cock. It was not wrinkly at all; in fact it was quite smooth and had a good girth to it. The balls were trimmed but not bare, but the fact that there wasn't much pubic hair made it look even smaller. "See this, Kayla? This is what a real cock looks like...you don't see these at the college down the street, do you, slut?" Kayla watched as the professor unzipped his pants and unveiled his cock. She licked her lips unintentionally at the sight of it. She admitted it looked nice, but there was no way she was going to let him have his way with her. Furthermore, she was into men her own age and the thought fucking someone his age just grossed her out." Stay the fuck away from me, you perv. You dare rape me, and I'll have my father sue your ass. I'll have 11 witnesses to testify against you." Just then a hand from the front row shot up, from a girl with long brown hair and glasses, named Samantha. She covered eyes with her over hand while waited to be called on. Jake Hamill laughed when Kayla talked about having her dad sue the school. "Your dadenrolledyou in this class, you spoiled little bitch. He fully expects you to get fucked. Your father understands that the only thing you're good for is spreading your pussy, spreading your ass, and opening your mouth." Turning to the class, he went on: "That's why you're all here, girls. Every one of you is here because your parents came to the same conclusions: their children are too dumb to succeed in the real world with anything other than their bodies. So they're leaving it up to me to teach them to be good sluts." He put his hand around Kayla's tight ass and pulled her to him. With the one hand still clutching her ass, he used his other hand to grope her right breast. Still not letting go, he called on the girl in the front row: "Yes, Samantha, what is it?" Kayla scoffed at the professor's explanation of this so-called class. She was still quiet hung over and wasn't in the mood to keep fighting. She went back to her seat once she saw some four eyes had his attention.Meanwhile, observing all this time, until the point where Dr. Hamill exposed himself, she had to close her eye, Samantha was quiet confused by all of this. She raised her hand and waited to be called on. When she was, she replied." With respect Dr. Hamill, I sort of agree with her. This class goes against the very fabric of morality. What about waiting until marriage to have sex and sex to have children?" Dr. Hamill listened patiently to Samantha's comments. As he listened, he put his penis back in his pants. It would come out again soon, he was sure, but for now it could go back. At least Samantha wasn't an obnoxious bitch like Kayla, he thought. When she was done, he said calmly: "The fabric of morality? That's very well-put, Samantha. You seem like an intelligent girl. First, morality is an abstract concept created mostly by men over many centuries, in most cases to keep women subservient and obedient. Men knew, even back in cavemen times, that if women realized the joys and pleasures of the flesh, they would not stick around one man to serve him. We still live in a male-dominant society, and society still wants people, especially women, to get married and have babies to propagate the species." He took a few steps forward and looked directly into Samantha's eyes. "But true individuals create their own moral universe, and they don't let the norms of a flawed society dictate their own rules. This doesn't mean that we should be allowed to do anything that hurts others, such as killing. But it does mean that we should be allowed to enjoy our own bodies to the fullest. Now, your parents all brought you here today because they not only understand this but agree with it. Theywantyou all to learn about the pleasures of sex. This should be the most fun class you ever take." Taking a step back, Jake addressed the whole class: "Now, I want all of you to remove anything you have on below the waist: skirts, pants, panties, all of it. I want to see ten naked pussies in front of me. It's time you all started to learn about pleasure." As the rest of the class started to remove their clothing, Samantha looked around and blushed. She was always nervous about undressing even around other women, she was very insecure about herself. While most of the surrounding girls had shaved or trimmed pubic regions, she had full bush going on. She wanted to cry for she thought she was going to get laughed at once she started to fumble with her jeans." Mmm, Dr. Hamill, can I go to the bathroom to undress, it's making me nervous to get undressed in front of everyone, especially a male. I promise I'll be right back."Meanwhile, Kayla just rolled her eyes and slid her skirt and thong off, along with her shoes. It felt good to have her cum filled panties off anyway, they were starting to get crusty. Her pussy was waxed clean, and her clit was pierced. But she didn't stop undressing, she stripped completely naked for she wasn't ashamed of her body. As the other girls stared at her, she replied." This perv is going to ask us to be naked anyway, so why no beat him to the punch. But I still say this is just his sick way of getting off." It wasn't long before every girl in class, save one, had taken off her pants or skirt, along with their panties. Jake was now looking at nine delectable young pussies, all either shaved or trimmed. A couple were even pierced. At Samantha's plea, he shook his head, feigning sadness. "I'm very sorry, Samantha, but it doesn't work that way. You see, I have no guarantee that if you leave, you'll come back. Are you ashamed of your body? You shouldn't be. You have a gorgeous body, and I've seen many guys checking it out very often. Isn't that right, girls?" Most of the girls seemed to want to help each other, and they all stated their agreement and encouraged her. At Samantha's words, Dr. Hamill said, "There is no 'wrong' way of getting off, Kayla, except if it involves children. This is absolutely a way for me to get off, but it's also a way for all of you to get off as well. The world would be a much better place is everyone just realized that sex is the only thing that's worth doing right. It's more important than jobs and certainly more important than money." Looking at all the naked cunts in front of him, he said, "Go ahead, ladies... I want you all to start playing with yourselves. Why else would you be naked below the waist? Start rubbing those clits and fingering those slits." He was still waiting for Samantha to do as she was told. Kayla watched as the other girls started to play with themselves. She was still tired from last night but didn't want to be left out of the fun. She dug into her purse pulling out a tiny bullet with remote. Furthermore, she inserted the tiny but powerful vibe into her, propped her feet onto the desk and turned it on. Sam, on the other hand blushed even more as she saw the sexual activity going on. Even though almost everyone was being nice to her, she was still very shy, but she eventually removed her jeans and panties. Then she was unsure how to continue." I.... I have never done this before. Furthermore, I.... I'm not sure if I can bring myself to please myself like everyone else is Dr. Hamill." Dr. Hamill moved close to Samantha as she asked him about pleasing herself. "You've never pleasured yourself, Samantha? Never even once?" The girl shook her head adamantly. Jesus, he thought. This one was going to need a lot of work. He took the empty desk next to her. "Now don't worry... I can see you're nervous, but I'm not going to touch you. The other girls will help you through this as well, but for right now, all you have to do is run your finger up and down your slit. Just run it along the opening...that's good. Now, do you know where your clit is? It's that small little nub at the top, halfway hidden between the folds...yes, that's it. Very good. That's the area you'll want to concentrate the most on; it's the most sensitive. Think of it as the nerve center, or the brain of your cunt. Yes, good girl...just rub it right there." Apparently his tutoring was working, because Samantha was letting out a few unintentional groans. "Girls, do any of you want to help her out? You can either coach her or, if you're so inclined, you can touch her or help finger her. It'll be bonus points for anyone who touches her pussy." Closed for VBallNatalie182Doug Roberts decided he had no other choice. His daughter was failing practically every subject, her opportunities for college were dwindling - if not downright gone - and her future looked grim. He didn't know what else to do. It had been difficult raising Lucy on his own since his wife had died, and he was now facing the fact that he might have failed. The girl was dumb as a stump and could barely even function in a classroom. He sighed as he walked into the school next to his daughter. She was beautiful, he knew that much. And he knew that women could get by in this world in one of two ways: brains or pussy. He had heard that Dr. Jacob Hamill, the school principal, had a specialized program designed for stupid girls. Hamill's theory was that stupid girls with no hope for college or a career needed to be taught how to use their bodies, how to use their holes, how to seduce to get what they wanted and needed from life. Doug was willing to let Dr. Hamill have his way with Lucy, to corrupt her, to teach her to be a slut. Being Saturday, the school was mostly deserted, except for a couple other sets of parents bringing unsure-looking girls down the halls as well. They walked into a classroom marked only “Saturday Training.” About twelve girls sat at desks; no boys. When Lucy asked why they were here, Doug said, "We're here to see Dr. Hamill, sweetie. He'll explain the rest to you. Just go take a seat. Do you see anyone here that you know from school?” Just then Dr. Hamill walked in. He was about 45, with salt and pepper hair and deep green eyes. Only the barest hints of wrinkles bracketing the eyes were showing. He was about 5'9" and weighed 210 pounds, most of it muscle that came from a lot of spare time spent at the gym." Good morning, everyone,” Dr. Hamill said. He shook hands with Doug and said, “Thank you for enrolling Lucy, Mr. Roberts. I’m sure she’ll be in good hands here.” Doug kissed his daughter on the cheek and said, “It’ll be okay, honey. Just have fun today.” As Doug left, he smiled as he heard Dr. Hamill say, “I’m glad you’re all here today, ladies. I’m here today to teach you all the most valuable lesson you can learn in life: how to use your pussies to get what you want.” Lucy squirmed in her desk as she listened to Dr. Hamill speak. She was glad to be enrolled in a class that didn't involve math, science, or reading, but she was a little afraid that "Saturday Training" would be just as difficult as her other high school classes. After all, it was taught by a doctor, and doctors were usually pretty smart. Lucy was 5'7" with a tiny waist and flawless 34DD breasts. She had soft, tan skin, blonde hair down to her waist, gorgeous blue eyes, and full, pouty lips. Her legs were remarkably long, and were as toned as her stomach. Today, she wore a plaid miniskirt, a skin-tight white tank top, and black pumps. She focused on the handsome doctor at the head of the class. She was glad that he was here. If someone got sick, he would be able to operate on them. Dr. Hamill was saying something about learning to use pussies to get what you want. Lucy already knew all about that. She smiled to herself. This could be the first easy class that she had ever taken! It was a little odd that they were discussing this in school, though. Dr. Hamill watched with amusement as everyone sat straight up at his words. "Yes, you all heard me correctly," he said. "You have been enrolled in this class by parents or guardians who are concerned about your futures. It is obvious that none of you young ladies have either the aptitude or the intelligence to succeed with your brains. You won't be able to go on to college, and even if you did get into a college, you wouldn't do well. You won't go on to good careers." He took a deep breath and stepped forward, standing just in front of the desks. He let his gaze an extra long time on Lucy, with her beautiful face and tight body. "Therefore," he went on, "your parents have all decided that the best way to help you succeed is to encourage you all to use your other...assets. That's right, girls. Your bodies. That's the only way any of you will be able to get by in life: by learning to seduce, to tease, to fuck. You all have wonderful young bodies, and I'm going to show you how to use them." Dr. Hamill went on: "Now, a show of hands, people: raise your hand if you have ever had sex." Twilight10 said: "Now, a show of hands, people: raise your hand if you have ever had sex." Click to expand... Every girl in the class had her hand raised. They were all gorgeous, but none of them were as jaw-droppingly sexy as Lucy. She recognized a few of her teammates on the cheer squad, as well as some girls she had only seen at parties. Lucy raised both hands high in the air, thrusting her chest out to display her ample cleavage. If sexual experience was the criteria that Dr. Hamill was going to grade her on, Lucy deserved lots of extra credit. She had lost her virginity at age 14 to the starting center on her high school's basketball team. Since then, Lucy had made her way through the football team's entire offensive AND defensive line. She did have some standards, however, and had only slept with half of the special teams unit. When all the girls in the class raised their hands to Jacob Hamill's question about having sex, he smiled, pleased and relieved. There was nothing worse than trying to cope with the one or two prissy virgins in the room, the girls who thought they were better than everyone else." That's great to hear," he said. "As you make your way through life, you'll all find - if you haven't already - that sex is the most powerful weapon you have. Your bodies will get you very far, and I'm here to ensure that you use them to your full ability." Stepping forward, perusing the class full of gorgeous young women, many of whom were wearing very little clothing, Dr. Hamill went on: "Now, everyone, I'd like to get your impressions of words like slut, cunt, whore. I'd like to know whether you all consider these words positive or negative. My goal in this class is to make you all realize that they are actually positive words, and that every girl should strive to be those things. They are symbols of sexual freedom." He glanced at Lucy. It wasn't surprising that he started with her, since he found her the hottest girl in the room. "Lucy, let's start with you. What do you think of when you hear those words? Do you consider yourself any of those things?" Twilight10 said: "Lucy, let's start with you. What do you think of when you hear those words? Do you consider yourself any of those things?" Click to expand... Lucy smiled naughtily, stood up on her desk, and turned around. She pulled up her miniskirt and revealed a tattoo on her inner thigh that said "whore" in fancy cursive letters. Instead of returning to her seat, she sat on the surface of her desk with one long leg crossed over the other." I love it when guys call me a slut or a whore, especially during sex. I know they're just teasing. Those words make me feel happy because it shows that guys like me. Does that answer your question, doctor?" Lucy popped a piece of gum into her mouth and snapped it noisily, satisfied with her response. When Lucy asked whether her tattoo and follow-up explanation answered his question, Jacob could only smile and nod. He felt his cock stiffen when he saw the tattoo. He was very happy with it and her words, and told her so. Furthermore, he moved on to the other girls. Many of them felt the same way as Lucy, although a few of them weren't particularly thrilled with dirty names. "We'll fix that by the end of this course," Jacob promised. After everyone had answered, he moved on to another subject. "Now, everyone, I think it's very important for all good sluts to be bisexual and not just into guys. Any real whore also likes girls - likes to make out with them, suck on their tits, finger them, eat them out and be eaten out by them. So, with this in mind, I think it's important for you all to be comfortable being naked around each other." Stepping close to the front row of desks, nearest Lucy, Dr. Hamill said, "Everyone, I want you all to keep on your shirts and bras, but I want you all to take off everything you have on below the waist. Skirts, jeans, panties, everything. Then you will stand up and start to play with yourselves, and after that you will turn to the girl next to you and start to play with her ass and pussy." He clapped his hands. "Let's go, sluts. I want to see twelve pretty naked pussies and asses in front of me immediately." Lucy immediately stood up and pulled her skirt down to her knees. Around her, some girls had started stripping without a second thought, while other girls were just looking around sheepishly, trying to stall for time. Lucy slipped out of her tight tank top, letting her lush breasts hang free. She slid her thong down to her ankles and kicked it off, revealing her perfectly-waxed pussy. The brunette girl next to Lucy was one of the more timid students in the class. She had removed her shirt and skirt, and was standing up in her bra and panties, unsure of what to do next. Lucy stuck out of her hand for the girl to shake and smiled brightly. "Hi, I'm Lucy!" she said. When the girl opened her mouth to respond, Lucy wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed her deeply, unfastening her bra and tossing it to the side. The brunette girl had firm, perky tits with puffy little nipples. The girl tried to resist a little, but Lucy held onto her tightly. Lucy kissed her way down to the girl's crotch and pulled down her panties. Surprisingly, the female student was dripping wet. Lucy sucked on her own finger and then stuck it in the brunette's dripping pussy, fingering her tenderly. The girl whimpered a little, but she was clearly enjoying herself. Lucy noticed Dr. Hamill standing over her, observing. Lucy turned her head and looked up to him as she continued to please the brunette. "Am I doing okay, Dr. Hamill?" Jacob's erection was bulging through his pants as he watched the 12 girls in various levels of nakedness. Lucy was the only one to exceed his orders and take her shirt and bra off as well, revealing the firm globes of her breasts and her small erect nipples. He was pleased to see her take charge with the girl next to her, who was clearly much shyer. Watching the two young women kissing was a sight to behold, and soon the other girl was topless as well." I... I'm Mandy," the shy girl said, and was now bold enough to be the one to lean in for another kiss. She moaned as Lucy moved a hand between her legs, and Dr. Hamill could see that Mandy was very obviously wet, the juices on her sex glistening." Listen up everyone," he announced to the class. "One very important thing for every slut to practice and enjoy is cunnilingus. As I'm sure most of you know, that is oral sex on the vagina. Now that you're all in pairs, I would like one of the pair - it's up to you who - to get on her knees and begin to lick the other girl's cunt. It's very important as you do this to pay attention to both the slit and the clit; I would like to see a combination of both. Having vaginas yourself, it will of course be easier for you to know what your partner likes, so that's a plus." Some of the girls hurriedly got to their knees. Others dawdled, and Dr. Hamill had to encourage them with a sharp, "Let's go, girls - keep in mind that you're being graded on all this." Lucy and Mandy held each other tightly and kissed passionately. When Dr. Hamill gave his order, Lucy pushed down on Mandy's shoulders, bringing her face down in front of her dripping slit. Mandy spread apart Lucy's vulva and treated her clit to long, slow licks. Lucy held Mandy's face in front of her vagina and twirled the girl's silky brown hair. "Ooh, that's right, baby," Lucy purred. She squeezed and crushed her burgeoning breasts as Mandy pleased her. Dr. Hamill walked around the room, perusing the progress that all the girls were making. While some teachers got to walk around a room making sure that they were dissecting a frog the right way or were diagramming sentences properly, he got to watch them lick and suck each other's pussies. He knew he had the greatest job in the world. Judging by all the moans of pleasure and trembling bodies in the room, the girls were doing a fine job. "Everyone is doing wonderfully," he said. "Remember to lick the slit and suck the clit. The clit is the most important part. Also, test out how your partner enjoys having a finger or two inside her pussy while you lick the top portion. A finger in combination with the clit lashing can drive a girl absolutely wild." Jacob continued to circle the girls, surprised that it was Mandy who was on her knees in front of Lucy. That was good, he decided. It would be good for Mandy to be paired with Lucy, because the dirty slut would definitely bring the more shy girl out of her shell." This is great, everyone," he called out. "Now, another important part of oral sex is anilingus. As you can tell from the name, this is oral sex to the asshole. I now want each person who is receiving oral to turn around and bend over slightly, giving your partner access to your ass. Girls on your knees, it's important to give the ass a lot of attention. I want you to lick up and down the crack and then focus your tongue on and in your partner's rectum. Just probe it right in as if you're trying to lube it up, and get the tongue as far up the ass as possible." Some of the sluts looked eager to learn this; others didn't look so sure. He looked towards Mandy, curious what she would think. Lucy patted Mandy on the head and got on all fours on the surface of her desk. She spread her perfectly-formed butt cheeks to reveal her pretty, puckered asshole. As much as Mandy had enjoyed eating Lucy out, it was apparent that the concept of anilingus made her uncomfortable. "Just start out kissing it," Lucy cooed. "You'll love it, I promise!" Mandy bent over until her eyes were level with Lucy's little hole. She poked the hole gently, and Lucy gasped softly at her touch. "That's it," she encouraged. "Now put your lips on it." Mandy slowly, slowly brought her lips to Lucy's perfect cheeks and pressed her tongue against the crack. She began licking up and down, and Lucy moaned softly. Mandy began to grow bolder, and soon her licks came longer and faster. She parted Lucy's cheeks and darted her tongue in and out of her asshole, sticking it farther in each time. Lucy panted and whimpered, amazed that such a timid girl could thrust her into a state of sexual ecstasy. Dr. Hamill was surprised but pleased that so many of the more timid girls seemed to grow quickly fond of the anal rimming. Two girls in particular, Mandy and a redhead slut named Liz, seemed to get very into it. This must have been in part because of the gentle teaching and help from their partners. Lucy, especially, was very sweet and coddling with her partner. Jacob thought she might make a very good replacement for Tina, if the time ever came. As if appearing right out of his thoughts, Tina knocked on the door. Jacob smiled and opened the door. Several people looked up in curiosity. Tina Sullivan was a gorgeous young woman of 21, with a curvy body, firm 36C tits, and deep jade eyes. She had jet-black hair that cascaded in thick curls around her shoulders." So sorry I'm late!" Tina said to Jacob, kissing his cheek. "There was an accident on North Street, and it was a bitch. I'm glad you didn't wait for me," she added with a smile, perusing all the young half-naked whores." Everyone," Jacob announced, "this is Tina Sullivan. She will be my teacher's assistant for the rest of this class. Tina graduated with high honors from this class three years ago, and she will be helping you all become better sluts." Tina waved to the class and smiled, then immediately began circling around and talking to the individual girls. She gave them encouragement, advice, tips, or just dirty comments like, "Ohh, that's such a good slut." She reached Mandy, still on her knees tonguing Lucy's tight asshole, and said, "You're doing so good, baby... I can see you really like this. Give her ass a slap too...every slut should love to be spanked, especially when getting her ass fucked or licked." Mandy did as she was told, and she gave Tina a big grin, apparently enjoying the power she had over Lucy. Lucy's ass cheeks stung as Mandy slapped her hard. Lucy had started out guiding and instructing the shy girl, but now she was completely at Mandy's mercy. The voluptuous blonde craved her partner's tongue, and she could do little else but moan and beg for more. Still in a state of sexual ecstasy, Lucy looked up to see a dark-haired woman standing over her. Dr. Hamill introduced the woman as Tina, his assistant for the class. Tina was a stunning individual, with a tight body and perfect boobs. Lucy was glad that the woman wasn't going to be her competition in class. The girls on their knees had spent a great deal of time pleasuring their partners, and Dr. Hamill decided it was time to switch things up. "Okay, class, listen up. We're now going to switch partners, because we certainly don't want anyone to feel shortchanged. It shouldn't always be only about pleasuring someone else, although as a slut you should know that that is always the number one most important thing. But you still need to think of yourself." He clapped his hands and said, "Ladies, please switch now. Those of you who are on your knees, it's time for you to stand up. And those of you standing, I want you to get on your knees - after all, every good whore should be very familiar with being on her knees." As the girls moved around, Tina and Jacob circled the room once again to give pointers. "Start with licking your partner's pussy," Jacob instructed, "and then move on to the asshole. Remember to listen carefully for the other person's moans and signals...your job as a slut is always to make others feel as much pleasure as possible." He looked towards Lucy, anxious to see how she did. He had a feeling that this would not be the first pussy the girl had eaten. Lucy pounced on Mandy, eager to please her and impress Dr. Hamill. The horny blonde spread Mandy's legs and rested her ankles on her shoulders, then began kissing her inner thighs. Lucy worked her way to the girl's wet pussy and then began nibbling on her clit as she tenderly fingered her brunette partner. Lucy caressed Mandy's firm breasts as she penetrated the girl's vagina with her tongue. Lucy flipped Mandy over so the girl was laying on her stomach. The blonde slapped her partner's tight little ass and spread her cheeks wide. Lucy treated Mandy to long, passionate licks at first, then she grabbed the brunette's hips and shoved her tongue deep into Mandy's asshole. Mandy was squirming, uncomfortable with the sensations she felt, but Lucy held her down and kept licking. Soon Mandy began moaning loudly, and her body tensed up suddenly as she reached climax. Lucy and Mandy sat on the floor with their legs intertwined. They feverishly rubbed each other's clits and tasted their juices. Their sexual encounter ended with a juice-filled, open-mouth kiss that only ended when the girls needed to come up for air. Lucy wobbled a little, then stood up, panting. Mandy remained on the floor, too weak to move. Dr. Hamill watched as the girls pleasured their partners, licking their little pink pussies and then moving on to their tight assholes. His cock was throbbing as he saw the girls bending over for the sluts on their knees, showing off a room full of 12 firm little butts that begged to be licked and fucked. He wanted to go down the line and fuck each ass consecutively, but he had learned a long time ago to discipline himself in this class. It took a lot of discipline, but it helped to know that he would get to join in eventually. Tina seemed to be feeling the same way. She wore a tight pink tube top and a pleated white tennis skirt with no bra or panties underneath, and after she was done circling the room, she leaned her tight ass against Jacob's desk and rubbed her pussy while watching the action unfold. Soon all the standing girls had reached orgasm - in many cases, multiple orgasms - and many sat at their desks or right on the floor, wiped out. Jacob was especially pleased to see how much Mandy had come out of her shell as she and Lucy sat next to each other, fingering and kissing. When it was clear that the session was over, Dr. Hamill clapped his hands again. "All right, class, listen up. Now that you've all had a chance to recover from the action, I'd like you to sit back in your seats, and we'll have a quick class discussion before the next session begins." He stepped forward and continued: "The next thing any slut needs to learn about is oral sex to a man. Cocksucking is, perhaps, the most important skill you will ever learn, because it is the one most often used to persuade people to give you what you want. So, with that in mind, I'd like to go around the room and ask how many cocks you have sucked, and what you enjoy most about it." Jacob turned to Tina. "We'll start with you, Tina. How many have you sucked?" Tina giggled. "You taught me well, Dr. Hamill. I'm proud to say I have sucked well over two thousand cocks." Most of the girls looked completely shocked. "Now, ladies, I don't expect you to be at that number yet...not all of you, at least," he added with a laugh. He went around the room, saving his two favorites, Mandy and Lucy, for last. He asked them each to answer the question, anxious to hear their responses. Lucy had returned to her desk, and now Mandy was sitting in her lap, stroking her blonde hair as they listened to the girls admit how many cocks they've sucked. Lucy heard everything from 2 to 150, but none of them had even come close to Tina's quadruple-digit answer. Mandy squirmed in Lucy's lap as she prepared to answer. "One," she said quietly, her face red. Lucy felt bad for her new friend, especially now that it was her turn to go. Lucy quickly crunched some numbers. There was the football team, the basketball guys, that night she got black-out drunk at a college frat party... "I've sucked about 175 dicks," she announced to the class. Lucy had more oral experience than any other girl in Slut Training. Lucy hoped that the cute doctor would be impressed by the considerable number of blowjobs that she had performed over the years. The class bristled from Lucy's admission of sucking 175 dicks. It was, aside from Tina, by far the highest number. It seemed even more impressive after Mandy's embarrassed answer of "one." Tina smiled and clapped at Lucy's number, and Dr. Hamill followed suit. After all, he wanted to encourage slutty behavior, not discourage it." Way to go, sexy!" Tina said as she clapped. Soon the entire class was joining in the applause. Most of them seemed to genuinely admire Lucy's accomplishment. Mandy looked at her as if she were a goddess, not even a creature from the same sphere of existence." Well, ladies," Jacob said when the applause had died down, "you will now have a chance to show off your cocksucking skills. This is the place to refine it, after all. Tina will be helping you all, showing you tips and techniques." Tina seemed to glow at this prospect, and Jacob half expected her to rub her hands together greedily like Scrooge getting ready to count his money. The only difference was that, in this case, she'd be counting cocks. Jacob moved to the back of the class, where a wooden door opened onto the adjoining classroom. He opened it and called into the next room, "All right, guys, your time has come." And with that, the entire high school hockey team - along with several members of the nearby college's hockey team as well - filed into the room, moving to the front and standing in front of the blackboard. There were about 25 of them in all, it appeared. All of them were athletic jocks, with well-toned bodies and firm muscles. Jacob nodded to them, and in a heartbeat, every guy dropped his pants simultaneously, revealing a vast array of cocks. Some were soft, some were hard, but all were clearly ready to be sucked." All right, girls," Dr. Hamill called out to the class. "I want you each to come up to the front and choose one boy to blow. You will have a chance to suck a lot more than one today, I promise, but for now we want to ensure that your technique is refined." Lucy's mouth watered as she eyed the hockey boys' impressive members. She locked eyes with a rugged-looking brown-haired hunk, and she moved towards him as if in a trance. Without uttering a word, she hooked her leg around his waist and kissed him deeply, then slid down until she was at eye-level with his stiff pole. It was nine inches of rock-hard flesh, sticking straight out and begging to be sucked. After the applause she received for her blowjob record, Lucy had a reputation to uphold. Lucy pressed her pouty, scarlet lips against the boy's thick helmet. His cock twitched and shot delicious pre-cum into her already-wet mouth. Lucy firmly gripped his muscular buttocks and buried his cock to the root. She began twisting her tongue around his shaft as she bobbed faster and faster. She lightly scratched his throbbing penis with her perfect white teeth as she fondled his cum-heavy balls with one soft, delicate hand. The boy groaned, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he was hit by waves of pleasure. He grabbed Lucy's silky golden hair and shoved his cock down her throat, fucking her face with all his might. Only a girl as skilled as Lucy could keep up with his furious thrusts, and she smiled slightly as her lips stayed wrapped around his shaft. The college boy's stamina in the rink did not transfer over, and he came less than a minute after first feeling Lucy's velvety lips on his raging hard-on. The blonde slut gulped down rope after rope until his cock had completely softened. She sucked out the remaining cream and licked his penis clean, leaving it glistening with her saliva. Lucy took a few deep breaths and looked around the room. Nearly other girl was still working hard to please their men. The only other girl who was finished was, surprisingly, Mandy. When Lucy looked over at her, Mandy was wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand as the boy she had chosen leaned against a wall, panting. He had a dazed expression and a satisfied smile. Mandy might be woefully inexperienced when it came to sucking cock, but it looked like she was a natural! The two of them flirted and teased their brawny partners as they waited for the rest of the students to finish. Dr. Hamill was not surprised that Lucy was the first to make her man shoot his load, but he was utterly shocked when he realized that close behind was Mandy. How had she managed that, if she had only sucked one dick before tonight? One thing was clear - she really was a natural. She would need some training on the finer points from Tina, but she was a born cocksucker. One by one, the other guys finished, each shooting a load on the sluts' tongues and faces. It wasn't long before there was an entire row of naked sluts on their knees with thick white jazz dripping from their cheeks and lips. Jacob said, "Everyone, if this were a competition, the two clear winners would be Lucy and Mandy!" He applauded, and the other girls followed suit. Some looked on with admiration, others with envy." That being the case," he went on, "I see we have many more guys in the room who haven't been sucked yet. I do indeed want to give all of you a chance to suck more guys, but I think as a reward for our two best cocksuckers, I'd like to have a little competition." He gestured for the other jocks to get in a line, in front of Mandy and Lucy. "Girls, we're going to give you each eight minutes. I want to see who can suck the most cocks off to orgasm in that time. Do you think you're up for it?" Lucy stood naked from head to toe with her hands on her hips, ogling the meaty jock cocks that were now pointed directly at her. She felt Mandy's fingers interlock with hers, and the two girls smiled at each other. The next task would be a collaboration, not a competition. The gorgeous pair sauntered over to the first lucky guy, a redhead with a scruffy beard and a well-defined six-pack. Lucy ran her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft as Mandy sucked on his salty, tasty balls. The blonde/brunette combination was too much for the horny hockey player, and he ejaculated onto Lucy's golden locks before she had a chance to wrap her lips around his cock. The girls kissed his dick goodbye and moved onto the next guy. Lucy and Mandy were making their way through the group with speed and efficiency, but the athletes at the end were aching for their turn. The boys at the end of the line were jacking off and looking at Tina and the other female students with pleading eyes. The girls just smiled teasingly and mouthed, "Wait your turn." There were three minutes left, and Lucy and Mandy had brought 14 boys to orgasm. That left 8 desperate guys with throbbing pardons. The blonde and brunette knelt with their backs to each other and gestured to the remaining hockey players, beckoning them to form a circle around the girls. The boys did as they were told, and in a matter of moments the pair was surrounded by a ring of raging boners. As the clock ticked down, Lucy began to furiously suck on each cock, barely stopping to take a breath. On the other side of the circle, Mandy was taking a different approach. She had two dicks shoved into her mouth at one time, and another one in each hand. The guys she was blowing were grunting and yanking her brown hair as she twirled her tongue around their steel shafts. With mere seconds to go, the last 8 guys finally reached their limit. In an act of teamwork that their coach would have been proud of, the hockey players held their dicks against Lucy and Mandy's faces and shot load after load into the girls' open mouths. The females swapped the collective semen in an open-mouthed kiss before swallowing an equal amount and collapsing on the ground as Hamill's stopwatch beeped. Lucy and Mandy's 8 minutes of hard work had resulted in the satisfaction of an entire varsity hockey team. Jacob, Tina, and the other ten girls all stared, rapt, as the action unfolded. It was like the best porn film they had ever seen, except this time it was happening live in front of them. Clearly none of them would ever forget the images that were being burned into their memories at this very moment. By the end of the eight minutes, Lucy and Mandy were kneeling next to each other, backs pushed together, and the blonde and brunette were completely glazed with semen. The hockey players were all groaning and catching their breath, completely spent. But none of them were as worn out as the two sluts on their knees. Dr. Hamill began to applaud. Tina followed suit, and soon the entire class was cheering and clapping. It was a funny thing that always happened every year in this class, Jacob noticed: during this class, all the girls threw their petty insecurities, jealousies, and arguments away. In a perverse way, this really did bring them all together and made them closer. He handed the two girls towels and gave them a few moments to get cleaned up. When they were back to their seats and the excitement had died down a bit, he said, "All right, class, we've had very extensive studies in oral sex for both men and women. But we still have a long way to go. The next thing we're going to be discussing is anal sex." Jacob reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a large box. Upon opening it, everyone could see that it was filled with anal toys: beads, plugs, dildos, vibrators. "I want everyone to take one of these toys," he went on, "and then I want you to pair up with your partner. I want one of you to bend over the desk, while the other very gently inserts one of these toys into her rectum." He pulled out another box, this one filled with individual tubes of Jews and lubes. "Lubrication is extremely important for anal, so I want each pair to take one of these bottles as well." Jacob and Tina exchanged excited glances; neither of them could wait to see the girls bending each other over. Lucy woozily made her way towards the front of the room to select toys for her and Mandy. When she got up to the desk, all the toys were gone except for a string of golf ball-sized anal beads and an enormous black ribbed dildo. The dildo was as long as Lucy's forearm and as thick as her fist! The blonde whore wasn't concerned about the gigantic toy herself, but she suspected that her shy partner was an anal virgin. Lucy hid the toys behind her back as she walked back to Mandy. The brunette girl was still kneeling on the floor, her supple body glistening with sweat and juices. Lucy helped her up and bent her over, squashing Mandy's taut breasts against the cool surface of the desk. "What toy did you select?" Mandy whispered, her voice wavering. Instead of answering, Lucy squirted lube on her fingers and began oiling up Mandy's creamy skin. She slipped two slick fingers into the girl's butt hole, making it nice and wet. Without warning Mandy, Lucy pressed the tip of the dildo against the tiny opening, forcing it in one millimeter at a time. The brunette girl gasped and Lucy clasped a hand over her mouth as she applied more pressure to the massive toy. Mandy's body writhed and shuddered as the dildo penetrated her, but Lucy continued to push it in further with tender, loving care. Her partner's eyes were squeezed shut, but her pussy was soaked with juices. "That's right, baby," Lucy cooed. "You're such a good little slut." As they circled around the room and watched as the sexy teens bent each other's naked bodies over the desks, Tina and Jacob gazed in lust and pure arousal. Just the sight of those lithe young girls and their firm, tight bodies pressed down on the desk, the sight of the supple globes of their butt cheeks sticking out, the sight of their puffy pussy lips staring out - all these things made Tina's cunt drip and Jacob's dick throb. They made their way among the girls, giving them pointers and tips, advising which toys made the most sense to use. Dr. Hamill leaned down next to one girl, a redheaded whore named Lynn, and said, "Remember to be gentle the first time it's going in. Speed up once it's all the way in...like this." He took hold of the toy in Lynn's hand, a purple arrow-shaped butt plug, and probed it inside Stephanie's puckered asshole. He pushed it gently in, then sped it up, and soon he was fucking her ass with the toy hard and fast. Furthermore, he rubbed along her pink slit while he did so, and when she was nearing orgasm, he handed the reigns back over to Lynn to let her finish her partner off. Tina was also helping with another whore, a girl with jet-black hair who was standing up against the wall with her hands flat against it, ass sticking out. Tina was giving more pointers and using a vibrator on the girl's ass. It wasn't for a few minutes before Tina and Jacob both noticed Lucy and Mandy at the same time, and they were both shocked at what they saw: Lucy using a mammoth black dildo on Mandy's virgin butt! They both rushed over and knelt down on either side of Lucy. Tina said, "Lucy, honey, do you think that's really a good idea?"" You better not hurt her, Lucy," Dr. Hamill said, the sternest his voice had ever been. Mandy, however, was giving moans of assent and approval. He thought he even heard her say "Deeper" and couldn't believe his ears. He put his hand around the black dildo and helped drive it gently up inside Mandy's asshole while Tina rubbed her pretty little cunt." Mmm that's so good, baby," Tina said in encouragement to Mandy. "You going to cum while you get your ass fucked by that big dildo, like a good little whore? Come on, sweetie, cum hard for us... I know you want to." Mandy moaned loudly and arched her back as Lucy and Dr. Hamill drove the dildo inside of her. Lucy smiled at her teacher and wrapped her hand around his, working with him to force the gigantic toy deep into Mandy's asshole. The brunette girl shuddered as she reached her climax, and Tina fingered her tenderly with one hand while caressing Mandy's breast with the other. Mandy came, coating Tina's hand and wrist in her juices. The raven-haired TA sucked the yummy juices off her fingers, then held her hand out for Lucy and Hamill to taste. They licked the feminine cum off finger-by-finger, then slowly worked the dildo out of Mandy's thoroughly-penetrated butt. Dr. Hamill sucked all the juices off Tina's finger with such relish and loudness that he felt absurdly like someone licking sauce off his fingers at a barbecue restaurant. This tasted even better, though, he thought with a smile. He gave Mandy's ass a little squeeze, followed by a slap, watching it bounce and jiggle. God, he loved teen butts - so firm and tight. He could never tell which he liked better: teen girls' tits, butts, or pussies. Jacob stood up, his cock so hard that he wondered whether it was possible to cum in his pants without any stimulation. It had never happened before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything. "All right, everyone," he announced to the class. "That was excellent. You've all done very well so far, and you all exceeded our expectations for this anal session. All of you are going to be wonderful little butt whores." Stepping forward, he went on, "Now the next lesson will be our last for the day." He sensed that many of the girls were disappointed by this, which he was pleased to see. "This lesson will teach you two things: one, that it is important to use your seduction techniques to get what you want. And two, that as sluts you will not always only be fucking people you necessarily find 'hot.' It's very important for you all to understand that you're here to be used and fucked by everyone, not just gorgeous jocks. With that in mind, in the next room we have the entire Science Club - every nerd in school. We've also thrown in members from the Chess Club and the Comic Book Club just for good measure. We're starting you out with a very simple seduction: these boys are all extremely inexperienced, most of them virgins. It's your job to get them to come out of their shells, to open up sexually, and to fuck the shit out of you until they cum. Again, this shouldn't be too difficult - we'll work up to more difficult seduction tasks as the course goes on." Dr. Hamill scanned the room to see the reactions from all the sluts. Lucy put her tank top, thong, and miniskirt back on and returned her attention to Dr. Hamill. To her knowledge, she had never fucked a nerd before. Lucy had once seen a porn video where a pimply, scrawny dork turned out to have an enormous cock. She hoped that fantasy would have some truth to it in the next lesson. Jacob pushed open the door to the adjacent classroom and walked in. Tina and the twelve student whores followed him inside. Filling all the desks were seventeen nerds from all over the school. Many of them looked as one would be expected: either very skinny or overweight, with glasses, acne, and superhero T-shirts (Spider-Man seemed to be the most predominant). Several of them, however, looked comparatively normal. No glasses, unblemished faces, decent (or even very fit, in some cases) bodies. Their clothes weren't exactly ready for GQ, but they weren't an embarrassment either. The split seemed about 50/50. Many of them sat doing physics problems and math equations, completely unprepared for the girls walking into the room. When the sluts walked in, all of them looked up in complete awe, their eyes glazing over with lust and terror. Lucy scanned the room, checking out the wide-eyed nerds, their gaze fixated on the sluts' ample bosoms. She cringed, slightly disgusted by the pimply faces and gangly bodies in front of her. As grossed out as she was by the nerds' appearance, she did not want to let Dr. Hamill or her classmates down. Lucy took a deep breath and strode over to the nearest lab table, her mouthwatering tits bouncing slightly behind her low-cut tank top. The two nerds at the lab table blushed simultaneously as Lucy approached them. The taller nerd was well-built with curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. For a total loser, Lucy found him quite attractive. His lab partner, however, was a skinny, pale dork with oversized glasses and a serious overbite. His long black hair was disgustingly unkempt, and his face was covered in hideous zits. A bit of drool began to form on his lower lip as he eyed the busty blonde's flawless tanned body. Lucy stood behind the blonde guy, stretching her arms over his shoulders and pressing her breasts into his upper back. She kissed his earlobe lightly and cooed in his ear, "What are you working on, baby? It looks so hard. Anything I can help with?" Surprisingly, the nerd just shrugged her off and returned to his worksheet, working on equations like she wasn't even there. Lucy scowled at him but decided to amp up the seduction, nuzzling his neck and petting his crotch. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her left breast. The ugly dork next to her was latched onto her tit, squeezing it with all his might. "Stop it!" she screamed, slapping at his hand. The nerd refused to let go, and he continued to roughly feel Lucy up as he groaned under his breath. Ben was a tall and rather good-looking blond geek, but he had no idea that he was remotely attractive. The thought had never crossed his mind. He was usually too wrapped up in fantasy games, video games, and science experiments to wonder. Granted, a lot of his time was spent masturbating, but it never occurred to him to try putting any of these masturbatory fantasies into practice. So when Lucy walked over to him in a blatantly seductive manner, he had no idea what to do. He instead did what he always did whenever faced with any kind of confrontation: he retreated back inside himself like a turtle into his shell, looking down at his science notebook and pretending that she didn't exist. He couldn't pretend for long, though. The erection swelling inside his pants told the true story. Ben knew his friend and lab partner, Trent, to always be only an equally shy and awkward nerd. However, he was now seeing a new side to his friend and wondered where this personality shift came from. Ben groped at Lucy’s breasts and ran his hand down to squeezer her firm ass. “You like that, bitch?” Trent asked, in a tone of voice that Ben had never heard before. It sounded vicious, almost cruel. When Lucy tried to wriggle away from the nerd’s grasp, Trent only pulled her closer to him. He reached up her shirt to grope at her bra-covered breasts, then closed his hand around her throat. “We know what you whore learn about next door,” he said. “We know you learn all about getting on your knees or spreading your cunts and learning to be good holes for guys to use. So maybe it’s time you did what you were taught to do, and get on your fucking knees for me.” With that, Trent stood up and began to unzip his pants, while Ben stared in shock and horror. Lucy was initially stunned by the nerd's aggressive tendencies, and when he pulled her down to his knees, she was nearly trembling in fear. She pictured him whipping out a massive cock and forcing it down her throat, fucking her mouth until she choked. The busty blonde's fear receded as soon as Trent unzipped his pants and pulled out a puny, pale little penis. It was less than five inches and embarrassingly skinny. He must have to masturbate with two fingers, Lucy thought, and giggled softly to herself. Trent continued to berate Lucy, muttering things like, "Wrap your lips around my giant cock, you whore," and "I'm going to make you gag, bitch." The girl was a little annoyed by his brashness, so she decided to teach the pimply geek a lesson. Lucy feigned intimidation, staring up at Trent and batting her eyes. "Please don't hurt me, sir. You're right, I'm you're little slut. Please let me suck that big, beautiful cock of yours." Waving his erection in front of her face, Trent patted Lucy on the head and smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you, baby. Just do what you were meant to do and suck my fat dick." Lucy cringed slightly and, without warning, jerked her head forward and completely swallowed Trent's dick and balls. His eyes widened as she moved her throat muscles up and down, massaging his shaft. Trent's cock had only been lodged in Lucy's wet, warm mouth for about fifteen seconds when he ejaculated violently, spraying cum down her throat as she skillfully swallowed every drop. Her work done, Lucy glanced up at Trent and saw his eyes glazed over as he struggled to recover from his first-ever blowjob. All eyes were on the two of them as Lucy pushed Trent off of her and watched him fall on his butt in the center of the classroom. The nerdy guys and slutty girls roared with laughter as Trent lay sprawled on the ground with his soft little dick between his legs. Even Tina and Dr. Hamill were struggling to keep their composure. Now that Lucy had a crowd, she couldn't help but finish off the show with a flourish. Trent had finally managed to prop up his upper body on his elbows when Lucy suddenly forced him back down with her foot, driving the heel of her shoe into his shoulder. She reached under her skirt and slid her thong to her knees, then began to urinate all over the helpless dork, aiming most of her stream on his face. He tried to wriggle free, but the girl had planted her foot firmly on his chest. As Lucy finished peeing, she flashed Trent a cute smile and warned him, "Next time, sweetie, be careful what you ask for."

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Koku shi Byo 黒死病 O_A!

Do not post until I have okayed you to! Koku Shi BYO 黒死病 *Black Death* Back Info'm sure everyone here has herd at least a little bit about The Matrices and has probably watched it... Well I have never seen it. My cousin and I were talking on our way to her house in her parents car and the topic came up. Now my cousin knows that I am a role player and I would die if I was to go even a month without my computer though she still gave me ideas. I told her I was going to use some of this new-found interest though she didn't seem to care much since she is a full-blown country girl that would much rather be outside then on a computer. So here is What I have come up with though I added my own touches I hope you like it and join. Over all plot, The Gist Of It All, The rules, Characters,Updates and Announcements, Other Over all plotSintro Lin is a young vampire male who has created a way for his kind to get the blood they need without the hassle of going out and caching their pray. He calls the world he created KOK Shi BYO 黒死病 Since most did not have a pleasant experience and didn't normally live to see the light of day... Well some do if they choose to roam the halls of the large castle like prison as a ghost or some other demon. There is an actual dungeon where they keep the new 'patience' or the ones that have broken free and were coat quickly. Though there are those few that escape and survive in the new traitorous world ruled by vampires and human eating demons. In this RP you have a rather high amount of roles you can choose FRM, or you could be indifferent and make up your own type of role. The Seekers-The ones that hunt down the runaways and find new humans to capture. They normally have a violent side and thirst for adventure and the thrill of the hunt and kill. This group is normally not found in the dungeon like castle unless they are bringing in new humans or traitors. Every now and again however there will be one that fails to do their job by falling in love with a human which is strictly forbidden, and the punishment is normally death. They can be seductive though that is only a lore. Most have an appealing appearance to attract the humans to them. The Torturers-This group does not normally leave the castle and is normally in the dungeon with their pray. Their assignment is to get information and to keep the humans or traitors in line at all times. They are normally very seductive and demented. They enjoy the sight of blood and the sound of screams. Again they are not aloud to fall in love with the humans or traitors though they are allowed to have 'pets'. They are highly respected most of the time though feared at the same time. The Humans-The human race is no longer the head or the world and the demons no longer hide. Now these humans are the pray once more and could parish and go extinct at any time if the demons so chose. Most humans that have been caught are put into a chronological state where the demons can use their bodies for just about anything, and they would not wake... Though this normally ends in death. There are the humans that are picked to be pets and those for food. Some humans have managed to get away and now are being hunted in the forests that contain many human eating creatures and if they are caught again they will either be killed or put in the dungeon where the new humans are put for breaking in. Some have accepted their fate and have agreed to help the demons keep a good stock of humans for what ever the demons wish as long as the demons keep them alive for as long as they wish. The Spirits-The misfortune souls of those who have died in some way in the castle. They normally wonder the halls or the surrounding forest though are unable to leave too far. They can still have soled forms though that doesn't mean that you can touch them. Some spirits choose to stick around and tell their loathsome tail to anyone who will listen or to those in a similar position as they had once been in. The Traders-... Well the name says it all so you know who you are. The Gist Of It Also pretty much you have those who have run away, those who are just now waking up, and those that have died and now wonder the halls... And of course those who are being tortured in the dungeon. Which will you be? Back Info, Over All Plot The rules, Characters,Updates and Announcements, Other (Still under construction) The rules1. Follow all Men rules that aply2. Follow all rules posted here3.DO NOT POST YOUR BIOS HERE! I can never get this point across even in my other RPs4. Please send ALL bios to me!5. If you area plying for a Seeker or tractor tittle your PM 'Death'6. Do not post if I have not accepted you7.NO MODDING! You get hit you get hit and that also means you have to give the other person a bit of leeway... This does not mean that the other person gets to make a headshot, and also you may not take control of another character unless I get notification from both users say it's ok.8. No killing off the Characters unless you have permission from them and I receive a notification from both people.9. Respect others and their characters in the IOC post and just because 'Mary hates John' that does not mean the owners hate each other.10. If you area plying for a torturer tittle your PM 'Keri the kitty'11. Follow the bio skeleton to the fullest that means I do not want to see any of the extra tittles in the () and please press 'enter' before you put your pick that drives me insane to fix those type of deals XP12. Please keep this PG 16-18 in other words, I incur age viol ice, gore, romance, and blood though nothing that could get me or anyone in this RP in trouble by what have you. If you need to fade it out and finish it in PMs... You can show skin though nothing over a little floor-play.13.HAVE FUN!14. If you area plying for a human or spirit tittle it 'the scattered'15. If I find a problem with a person or their character I have the right to take down their bios though I will give two warnings before I take it down and the character will face a suitable death or after death.16. Please have a minimum of 3–4 lines and make sure it can be replied to.17. Please keep a 'door' open for others to jump in or to jump back in so no one gets knocked out of the RP because they can't post.18. Plz no text talk19. Coursing is aloud just not every other word, and please keep the Going to a minimum... It's a pet pave of mine :sweat:Back Info, Over All Plot, The Gist Of It All, Characters,Updates and Announcements, Other Characters Skeleton-Trackers And/Or Authority's- Name: Age: Gender: Race: Powers: Appearance: (Anime only please) Bio: (At least a small paragraph 5 line minimum) Personality: Class/ Rank: Pet: (If any)(Maximum of 3) Weapon: (1-5 only please) How Long Has (Insert name) Bean In the society?: Torturers-Name: Age: Gender: Race: Powers: Appearance: Bio: (At least a small paragraph 5 line minimum) Personality: Level: Pet: (If any)(Maximum of 3) Weapon: (At least 2 most 5) How Long Has (insert name) Bean In the society?: Trained By: (Optional) Humans-Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Bio: (At least a small paragraph 5 line minimum) Personality: Social Class: Master: (Optional) Captured By: (Optional) (If you were not captured then you put born into this world in this spot and if you were though you don't want to say who you can put 'Unknown') Weapons: Spirits-Name: Age That you were killed in: Age that you are now: Gender: Race You were before: Type: Powers: (Optional)(1-4 max) Appearance Before: Appearance Now: (If you have changed and if not you just describe your color, eyes, hair, or new features) Bio Before: (you can combine these two if you like)(At least a small paragraph 5 line minimum) Bio After: Personality: How has death changed you?: (Optional)Traders-Name: Age: Gender: Race: Powers: Appearance: Bio: (At least a small paragraph 5 line minimum) Personality: Rack Before Leaving: Weapon: (1-5)_______________________________Trackers And/Or Authority's-Name: Intro Linage:... somewhere in the thoasendsGender: Male Race: Shadow controlling vampire Powers:... UnknownApearence:Bio: Not much is known about SintroPersonality: Only a few have seen the true him so is unknown as well. Rank: Leader/ master Pet: Tries though she is more of his mate (If anyone wishes to be him be my guest first one to apply gets it unless I say otherwise, and I shall share the role ^^) Quote: Originally Posted by Are chi Name: Defiles Murasaki Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Jaywalker Vampire Powers: Enhanced senses and control over the elements of water and lightning. Appearance: Bio: The events regarding Defiles's birth were rather unusual ones, and ones that caused him to be born and for the first year raised outside the society. When Defiles was born it was predicted that he would grow to be a rather fearsome torturer rather than a seeker, much like his father had been before his 'falling out' of society. Or at least that's what they had told the young vampire boy had happened and was the reason for his absence. In truth his father had broken the strict written code of not falling in love with a human, and act that was punished by death, however this truth Defiles did not learn about until his mother felt him to be right of age, which she chose to be at 14. Due to the absence of his father he was raised by a rather overprotective and yet cold mother, as she believed that one day her son would too abandon her for some female human wretch and so attempted to shield him from them all the while attempting to making him cold and indifferent towards women in general. Her plan had somewhat worked as Defiles did grow to resent and despise the female gender, however what was not expected was that he would come to see everyone and thing in that light. Another unexpected development was his choice to become a seeker rather than a torturer, which would mean that his mother was correct in her assumption that her son would leave her one day, though not due to the reason she had dreaded, but rather an unforeseen one that she incidentally caused. Defiles is perhaps one of the younger of the seekers, but that does not mean his skills as a seeker are any less. Within a short time of becoming one he managed to make himself a high ranked seeker, as he had shown a large amount of promise and skill fairly early on since he was able to bring back his targets rather quickly and alive, perhaps a bit wounded but alive nevertheless. Most of his time is spent out of the castle, although he's sent out mostly for those traitors and escapees that cause other seekers problems or seem impossible to find, which for him isn't often enough. When he is stuck in the castle, for whatever reason, he avoids most unless there's no other way around them. He knows full well that many believe he would still make an excellent torturer and the job is still offered to him on an almost daily basis, which he still refuses since it would mean he would be forced to be around those he's come to highly resent. As a seeker he knows he's more valuable anyway since he can hunt for his prey during the daytime. Personality: Distant and cruel it's hard to get close to Defiles. He typically avoids those that aren't necessary to deal with. The surrounding air constantly gives off the feeling of danger and malice. He tries to get close to no one and so far has succeeded. There are perhaps a few that he might be slightly more civil, although not much more and not many. To many his looks and demeanor may come off as frightening, unless he chooses for it to be otherwise, which is only when he needs to use a bit of seduction to gain his prey, and that is how he prefers it. He only will allow any show of other emotion show when he is by himself or when he feels he is. Class/ Rank: High Rank Seeker Pet: None at the moment Weapon: Four simple diamond shaped throwing crystals, three being around his belt and the last attached to the collar of his shirt by a particular mechanism that needs to be correctly triggered in order for it to come off without harming the one trying to get it off with Defiles of course being the only who knows the proper way, and his own nails that are filed to a point and sharp enough to pierce skin like a warmed knife would through soft butter. How Long Has Defiles Been In the society?: 18 years Quote: Originally Posted by Dear Leslie Name: AOI Fact Age: 1200 Gender: male Race: Eidolon Vampire Powers: Time control, heightened speed, water control. Appearance: Bio: Not much is really known about AOI. He is one of the last Eidolon vampires left. They were highly hated by both humans and vampires alike. Their heightened speed and elemental control made them fearful to both groups. The species group came to be born between the relations between god like people called Eidolon who had controls over the certain effects and appeared human, and the vampires who fed off of blood. These vampires were able to walk in the daylight as well, a gift from the Eidolon half of the parenting. Thus creating this little subspecies of vampires. At the time of the purge AOI had just been born, his mother, Shiva hid him away and passed him off as a normal vampire. Shiva was a water being who also controlled time giving her son her power. Also, the purge was a time when the Eidolons were sealed away, the vampires killed, as well as their children. The baby was sent to be raised by his father’s sister, M’ska. The young woman raised him as her own, until he killed her at a rather young age. After that AOI’s history is rather vague. Many say he went into hiding living amongst the humans looking as natural as possible. Others say he lived in the wilderness feeding off animals and living peacefully beside them. There are many stories that come around about his hidden past. All that is known he reemerged around 20 years ago right before take over. He helped in this providing his deadly blade to aid the vampires. Now he works alongside the others to track the remaining humans who run free. Personality: AOI is a very, very quiet male. He holds really no reaction and is rather bland to speak with. Some wonder if he prefers not to hold conversation with most because he is bitter or if it is just that he does not find other intelligent enough to speak with. When he does hold conversation he is very enlightened and has complex points of view. Class/ Rank: High Rank Seeker Pet:- Weapon: His Smythe How Long Has AOI Fact Bean In the society?: just came out again 20 yrs ago. ------------------------------------Torturers-Name: Trivia (Tries)Age: 127 (Looks late teens early twenties)Gender: Female Race: Vampire/ partial cat demon Powers: Shadow manipulation, can cause illnesses, can shift into black animals such as cats, foxes, wolves, and dogs, and can since others emotions. Apearence:Bio: Trivia was burn in a small town far away from the castle with no nonage of the palace in the least... Until her parents were found by other vampires. Her mother a cat demon/ shape sifter and her father a vampire so their love was almost forbidden... Almost. Her mother was also half human as for the almost coming in. At the time Trivia was only five and didn't understand much so she didn't know why they were being forced to move and wouldn't find out for quite a while. One day when Trivia's mom and dad were not in the house they had been assigned in the new little city a few men in black cloaks came by.... Intro's adviser was with the group. They came into the house and found Trivia sleeping on the coach and took her. For two years Trivia was tortured and beaten just about every day and only got food once a week and that was if she was good. One day Intro came by to check the camp and the new catches to see if he could find himself a new pet and found Trivia in a small cage in the back. All the men said she was no good for anything, and they were thinking on killing her though Intro took interest in her and once he's token interest in you that's it you're his and only his. Intro had her as a pet for a few months then saw something that sparked a thought in his head and he started training her, and before she was ten she was already a rather highly ranked torturer and well known around the castle. By the age on twenty two she was known as the Mistress of Subduction for how easily she got the men to squeal and then how slowly she kills them. Personality: Threatening, dangerous and sly, Tries has a way about her that just screams danger to anyone in her way. She is well known for being rather subjective and cruel though there is another side to her, a much kinder side in fact. What many don't know about her is that she had gotten pregnant at one point and the child was Sinter's. The child lived for a month then was killed one day when Trivia was asleep with the child in her arms. All that befell Trivia however was a broken arm that now has a long scratch that winds around the upper middle of her right arm. She stayed Intro's pet until he said she didn't have to though she had become more than just his pet by that point, and he knew it as well as she did. The incident made her cold-hearted and cruel though she would never lay a hand of harm to a child and would only think to keep them safe. Level: Mistress of Subduction (High ranking torturer known for her subjective tetneaques)Master: Intro Lin *Yes she has a master though that is only because she chooses to*Pet: Non yet Weapon: 4th, and 5th from left to right though the wizard blade*the purple and black one* does not have a face on it :sweat:) there are two it is just one weapon.) How Long Has Trivia Bean In the society?: 120 years Trained By: Intro himself Quote: Originally Posted by Secure Name: Jinx Como Age: 292 (looks 15) Gender: Female Race: Minigame Powers: Her dark aura causes inanimate things to grow old, silent when moving, Teleportation, Creates illusions. Appearance: Bio: When Jinx first came into the job as a torturer, she was horrible at it. No one would listen to her since she was too shy, but over the years, she's carved herself into the ruthless person she is today. Jinx has had some problems once in a while, but mostly she can make her prey go mad in one day. Her life has been miserable, everyone avoided her, hated her, and shunned her since she was "different." Now, it's the other way around, she does everything horrible to them now, and does not intend on having anyone changing that fact. Personality: She's easily angered, and even though she tries to act all sweet, naturally Jinx's cruel and cold-hearted. Is mischievous and creepy at times. The only time she's nice is to her pet Rex Level: High Rank Torturer (The "Mistress of Madness") Pet: non yet Weapon: Scythe, belt with razor sharp needles, whip. How Long Has Jinx Bean In the society?: 100 years Trained By: No one ------------------------------------Humans- Quote: Originally Posted by DarkVampirePrinecess Name:Sarah Age:14 Gender:female Appearance: Bio:Sarah lost her parents 2 years ago and her brother was killed by a jail breaker so she was left to fend for herself. Now she goes around the woods looking at the animals and the sky wishing to see her family. But unfortunately she hasn't talked to people for two years and only remembers a few words. When she gets lucky she finds an empty house and sleeps in it to stay warm. But thankfully as a friend, she has a chipmunk that sleeps in her pocket. Personality:She is completely and utterly shy and hates coming around other people. She also loves animals and takes care of them if she sees that it is injured. Social Class:captured human Master: Captured By: Quote: Originally Posted by Dear Leslie Name: Bible Magnus Age: 19 Gender: female Appearance: Bio: Bible was born the Princess of a kingdom. She lived the easy life up until she turned ten years old. At the age of ten vampires began their uprising. Herself, her mother, and her brother fled the kingdom. Her father stayed back to try and quell the uprising. As they ran and ran they slowly died off. First her mother died at the hands of her own demise when she failed a jumped across a cavern. Then her brother was just killed recently to her assumption, but has possibly been taken away by the vampires. She continues the run for her life trying to best to just stay alive. Also, she is blind in her blue eye. It happened when her brother died. Now her senses are heightened, but she can not see at all threw that eye. Personality: Bible has a courageous personality. She will never back down from a fight and tries her hardest to outwit her foes. A cunning young woman who has the brain of a ninety-year-old sage. She is intelligent, but at times can be brash and make the wrong decision. At first, she seems a little cold and unwilling to talk, but she can open up to people. Social Class: runaway princess Master: Captured By: Weapons: ring blade Her ring blade is a special piece of equipment. Being trained since a young age to use the beautiful weapon she is on the verge of mastering it. She has always been strangely talented at handling the blade, and it is a battle form that looks very similar to dance. Quote: Originally Posted by Broadway_princessxo34 Name: Thea Elton Age: 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Bio: She was already born into the new world. Her parents died when she was still very young. They were both humans as well. Pretty much all her life she does whatever someone needs her to do. The whole new world thing doesn’t bother her. She actually likes it, not having to plan out her own life makes everything seem a lot easier. Being on the vampire’s side means that she would help capture other humans if it were asked, and can be rather helpful when it comes to the vampires needing blood. Her parents absolutely hated the new world, and she knew that, but there was no point in fighting what couldn’t be changed so she just went with the flow of the place. Before her parents died her father gave her his old bow and arrow, it had only been used before the new world came, and she wasn’t expected to use it, just to keep it as a memory. But as time went on she taught herself how to. Personality: Thea is rather upbeat and happy considering her situation. Sometimes she has moments where she just wants to hide in a corner and cry, but those are the times she will stay away from other people and practice with her bow and arrow. Besides that she is a perfect listener and follows directions well, no matter who the person is. Social Class: Captured human/pet Master: Captured By: Was born here Weapons: bow and arrow ------------------------------------Spirits-Name: Kurt Barry *Jury* (Black Roses)Age That she were killed in: 14Age that she is now: 157 (looks about 12)Gender: Female Race she was before: Shape Shifter Type: Lonely, childish, and kind Powers: Can shift into small animals through appears to be blue (they are Sims solid.) Appearance Before:Appearance Now:Bio Before: Jury was born to a rather wealthy family that cared much for her brother and her two sisters. The girls were almost always happy and got to play about with other kids, but one day Jury came home from her friends to find the front door of her house smashed in and herd screams from inside. She had rushed in and was coat by a man that stood close to the door. She was forced to watch as her sisters were beaten, raped, and finally killed. Furthermore, she was then beaten and raped though her brother had run in the house at that moment and shot the men before they could kill his little sister. At this time she was only ten and still didn't quite understand the ways of the world. Her mother and father had died as well leaving her and her brother particle homeless. Her brother took her to the hospital, but she had been beaten so badly that the doctors didn't know if she would live. She stayed in the hospital for about a year then her brother told the doctors if she was to die he didn't want her to die in the hospital where he knew she didn't want to be so the doctors released her a few days later. She lived with her brother for a year and a half until a man came to the house in the early morning when her brother was getting ready for work and killed him. The man took Jury and left with her taking her to a house in another city and kept her in the basement. The man beat her and raped her almost every night along with a few of his friends. They had also taken other young girls and did the same to them. One night the men got board and decided it was time that they got rid of the sick girls and those that were useless to them, Jury happened to be one of them. Bio After: Jury's death was slow and painful and the bad thing is she can remember it perfectly 143 year later. She did not die to the hands of the men though. She was taken to the demons, and they took care of it in the dungeon where she roams most of the time-sharing her sad story with anyone who will listen. Furthermore, she likes to follow people allot and finds most people interesting though she doesn't normally talk that much. Furthermore, she used to be Intro's pet though he pushed her away after about twenty years of her following him so now she looks for someone to see her as worthy to be their pet so she doesn't have to be alone. Personality: Jury is sweet, kind, and cares deeply for others. She is a bit childish though that is how she has always been. She loves animals and spending time outside that is what makes her the most happy. Furthermore, she tries to make friends though it doesn't seem to work out much. Furthermore, she gets often depressed when she hears screaming and begging and the pain never goes away... Furthermore, she can remember every scream and the person it belonged to.------------------------------------Traders- Updates and Announcements AM OFFICIALLY OPEN! *6/1/10 at 10:55pm* Other The darkness of the woods kepted her cool in the bright sun. Sarah hung her feet in a pond not far from where she was camped out to where done other person could find her. She looked up into the sky through the trees thinking about her family she lost not that long ago, she did take comfort in talking to them even if they were in heaven." Hello mother...hello father how is Mark doing with you? I hope he isn't worried about me like he was always when I was by myself. I'm doing find down here on earth though and everything is great." But everything wasn't great and she knew that. Screams could be heard throughout the castle as Jinx finished torturing her latest victim. As she left the chamber she smiled to herself,"Another day, another torture." She sang,"That unlucky one didn't tell me anything, oh well! More fun for me till he dies!" Jinx giggled, her bright pink hair that sparkled when it moved, contrasted with her electric blue eyes, which always seemed to spark with the intent to torture. As she walked by silently, the rocks along the dungeon walls started to crack and chip away. This was typical. With every silent step she took, the cement under her feet cracked and became worn as well. Her revealing outfit and the scythe, belt, and whip were the only things that refused to grow old. She chuckled darkly to herself, remembering the first time she actually step foot into this building, I was such a baby back then, She thought, smiling to herself. At the sound of shrieks AOI knew of course that one of the torturers was already rather busy this day. The blue haired vampire sighed as he headed inside from the courtyard. Being blessed as an adhesion vampire he had the ability to go out in daylight. Most others would not consider this a blessing of course being AOI the only one left. His large scythe attached to his back as he headed inside. Other vampires joked and called him blue since he was always clad as such as his eyes and hair were as well. The blue haired male wondered where Defiles was as this hour. He also wondered when he would be sent out on another search. AOI had brought back the human who was now being tortured. He had meant to find the Princess, but turned up with this girl instead. A catch was still a catch even if it wasn't the one he had intended to catch. Bored with nothing to do AOI continued his stroll about the halls. ----Bible woke with a start as soon as the sun rose up. She had been having a nightmare and feared that she had been stolen away in her sleep. There was no surprised when she woke up in the tree grove perfectly alone. Sitting up she ate a few fresh fruits that she had gathered to keep herself nourished. Yawning she forced herself up from the ground and attached her ring blade to her back. She had been running for what felt like a million years. Soon she would be high in the mountains where hopefully she could be safe. Softly she began walking since she felt no imminent danger ahead she assumed this simple pace may help her. As she walked she looked towards the sky. Curious if her mother, father, and perhaps brother were watching her now. Then again, she could not be positive her brother was dead. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she continued on her journey to the high mountains. (Sorry guys I didn't really know how to start off my characters :sweat:)Trivia walked from a small room with a bloody whip gripped in her hand and her face held a wicked smile that would send chills down your spine if you didn't know her and even then the chances of not having that chill were very low. She hooked the whip back up above her name tag on the wall as you walk into the dong on and slowly started stroking down the halls her high-heeled letter boots making soft clicking noises as she moved. She Wasm't Waring her normal short black dress though, instead she wore a short black long cleaved belly top and a short black slotted shirt that came barely seven inches above the knees. A few of the people walking threw the halls looked at her and moved out of the way and others cringed closer to the wall... And not all of them were humans that did this. "Fellow Jinx I thought I heard your handy work a few sells down from me." Tries said casually as she walked up next to her fellow torturer. "Who was the lucky candidate you were given today?" She almost laughed as a small cruel joke for the poor soul. Kuroi wondered from room to room looking for anything to do other than staying in the dungeon all day listening to the screams of the poor humans she only wished she could have helped. She finally got tired of floating threw walls and decided to turn into a small kitten that was a soft aqua color. She wanted to look for anyone who would talk to her or even pay attention to her for a little while. Furthermore, she wondered threw the halls and no one really seemed to notice... Other than the humans though they noticed just about everything that was out of place so that didn't really count. She continued her stroke until she bumped something... More specific someone. She looked up to see a vampire with blue hair, blue eyes, and a myth... she already knew his name to be AOI though she had never truly met him. She wondered quietly if he would notice her and what he would do if he did. Jinx chuckled darkly,"I'm not even sure, some poor sap who tried to bribe me into not being tortured." She rested her scythe on her shoulder. Ever since Jinx had stepped foot here, it's been paradise every day. More like hell for her victims, but why would she care? Jinx took a nice long breath,"I swear, being a torturer is the funnest thing I've done in my life!" She looked up at the small window which allowed some light to filter through,"We haven't been outside that often, and I'm curious to go back out there again...." (Sorry Secure I'm waiting on Dear Leslie to reply) At the sight of an aqua kitten wandering the hall, the blue haired vampire was rather surprised. He stopped as it approached and looked up at him. AOI had never seen this kitten before here. He wondered if it had wandered in. Lightly he knelt down and softly stroked the cats head not saying a word. He wasn't one to talk to animals for he knew they could not understand. They desired a soft touch because it showed the creature love, but still they did not understand the human language so it was pointless to speak with them. ----Bible's journey turned out to be more of a struggle than she had bargained for. Panting heavily she tried to continue at her pace to make it to the foot of the mountain, but found it overly difficult to do so. Sighing she made her way over to a stream and dipped her hands in the cool water. Taking a sip the icy liquid streaming down her throat felt wonderful. Lightly she took a seat deciding a rest could be in order. Kurt erred loudly at the feel of his soft touch and almost naturally a pair of tiny aqua wing slowly pulled themselves out reveling her true nature and how she had managed to get into the castle... More like she was already there... For a very, very long time. She lightly rubbed her head against AOI's hand continuing to per." Poor fool." Trivia chuckled darkly and grinned with a nod. "Ya got that right!... Well we are on brake until the next toys are ready." She smirked looking up at the window as well thinking of the last time she had gone out... It had been quite a while, and she was curious as well. Normally the only ones that went out were the seekers since the others were pretty much band though the top torturers had their on little privileges and going out was one of them. Thea had been outside in the woods shooting one of the few arrows she had left at the trees. After a while she got tired of shooting at the same thing over and over. Sighing she walked over and pulled the arrows from the tree and tucked them on her back. It was always hard for her to get the bow back on her back, but she managed. Pulling the elastic from her reddish brown hair it fell down her back in slight waves. After learning the hard way, she realized that putting your hair up while shooting an arrow was the best idea. Thea walked back inside and through the hallways wondering silently if she should find AOI and ask if he needed anything. That morning she went outside because hearing the screams that echoed through the halls bothered her to no end. In the halls she noticed AOI and...was that a cat? "Sir Fact, Good afternoon." Thea asked walked closer to him. Where did that cat come from? She wanted to ask but held back on her question. There was no way she was going to get in trouble for asking a dumb question like that. (I'm sorry I'd really like to see them meat up instead of them already being master and pet ^^;; I thought that would be a given) (Sorry XD it is afternoon, right?){{And I edited it}} (Uh... I guess so eerily afternoon.) {Okay good.} AOI's eyes grew wide at the sight of the wings. It was a bit strange to see them on the cat's back, but of course it was not the strangest thing he had ever seen. Lightly his hand continued petting the cat. He was sure that it was not just a normal cat since most kittens did not have wings. Though the male's attention was drawn away by a familiar female voice. Looking up his blue eyes caught sight of Thea. She was a human who had been born on their side, or so he had thought. He nodded and turned his eyes back to the kitten. "Good Afternoon, Thea," he said lightly, "Lovely weather outside." AOI had seen the sun up early this morning. His voice was always dry and crisp as he spoke like autumn's leaves. With no inflection in his voice many found him rather bland to speak with. "Yes, it is lovely weather. I wish that more people went out in the sunlight. Vampires can't and humans are afraid." Thea smiled slightly and looked to the cat. "Sir, is it your cat? Is it really a cat? It has wings!" Her cheeks turned a light pink. "Sorry. I shouldn't ask questions. Can I get you anything?" Kurt looked up at AOI still purring. "I'm not truly a cat... AOI? Right? That's you name isn't it?... I'm a spirit... Forced to walk these halls for the last... what 143 years? Maybe a little more or less." She murmured though her mouth didn't really seem to move it was actually more a purr then anything else though it was still words. AOI's blue eyes looked back up at Thea as he shrugged. "I can go out in daylight. But I'm not full vampire. I don't see why humans are afraid. I mean what is there to be afraid of? Furthermore, I think I would rather venture outside than listen to these screams if I were not used to them," his toneless voice answered. He ran a hand threw his blue hair then looked back down to the cat. AOI had been about to say that the strange kitten was not his, but then it spoke for itself. "I supposed you were not an average kitten," he answered the cat. Thea had asked him if he wanted anything, but not really at the moment. "No, thank you, Thea. I'm rather alright." His eyes shifted back to the kitten. "Yes, I am AOI. So I'm also assuming you were killed here, no?" he asked the little cat. "Sir, if you don't need anything, then I'm going to go make myself lunch. If there is anything you need just come find me." Thea waited for him to say it was okay for her to go. Technically it was rude to leave without permission from any vampire. Although she didn't think AOI would get mad. Others would. That was one old cat, that meant it was human before, or something other than a spirit. She wanted to ask but held her tongue. "Yes sir I did... I died when I was... 14... More or less I don't really remember anymore... I was raped and beaten for about a year or a few months I'm not sure but the men they were humans and instead of killing me like they did the other sick a useless girl they brought me here to be killed slowly... I remember that perfectly though..." She said softly and stayed in AOI's lap for a few more moments before getting down and shifting into her spirit form though the headband that she wore were cat ears instead of bunny ears. Sarah pulled her feet out of the water and slowly started walking back to her camp site. As she came in law of the area it had been destroyed by animals, everything was torn to pieces and as she looked around to see if anything had served she slowly pulled out her mothers necklace, a small black bat pendent on a slim silver chain. She smiled at it putting it around her next and slowly walking away from her home. The woods were big, and she had no idea which way she was walking either near a town or to the mountains she didn't care anymore where she ended up at. As the day grew shorter and night soon to come Sarah found herself around a castle. She wouldn't go anywhere near it but found safely from the wind. She found a clear area to sleep and slowly started to fall into another dreamless slumber. [sorry! Almost forgot about this, I shall post now!] Jinx grinned,"While we wait, why not go outside a bit? It's been a while...." She yawned, scratching her head." I'm getting real bored with doing this alone, I'll probably catch myself a pet if I can..." She continued down the hallway, the cement on the walls cracking and wearing out as she passed. Some more people cowered from her. Since she was a death god, she could send them to hell and back, with no problem." Come on Trivia! I don't want to deal with another toy till the break is over!"[meh, short...but I'll write a longer one later~~] AOI nodded and looked up to Thea. "Thank you though, but I'm quite alright," he replied. The blue haired male tilted his head then realized she was waiting for him to give her permission. "It's quite alright. Feel free to go ahead. Perhaps I will find you there later," he answered then turned back down to the cat. AOI was a bit surprised that she had been around for so long, but he had never even seen her. Also, he realized she died when she was fourteen. That was rather common in these parts being the cruelness of vampires and humans themselves. He nodded as he listened to her story then watched as she jumped out of his lap and phased to a human form. AOI just looked at her having no more comment. Bowing her head she walked by him and the cat-girl-thing to the kitchen. "Hmmmmmm....." Thea looked around to figure out what she wanted. "Oooohhh, peanut butter sounds good....maybe some jelly, or maybe even chocolate!" Talking to herself was a habit. There wasn't anyone who would have a conversation with her. Pretty much all her interactions were about as long as her last one. Sometimes she would talk a little more with humans but never very often. Sitting down at a table she made a sandwich with the peanut better and jelly. Leaving it on the table Thea rummaged through all the cabinets looking for chocolate. (OW MY GOSH! I am so sorry guys I got caught up in a few new 1x1s and didn't see the posts and that they involved me T~T Now I havethreepeople to post for! AND ONE'S AN INTRO!!! Trivia snickered and shook her head lightly. "Ok, ok... I want a new pet too... My last one got me ticked... And you know what happened last time someone did that!" She smirked pulling her blades out and smirked darkly. "I think Master Intro is coming out today..." She said smiling at the thought. Though she hadn't been his pet for about 120 years she would often still address him as Master Intro... Now she wasn't his pet though she did stick with him, and she became more of a permanent lover... And most knew about this though some looked down on it or thought it just wrong for her to be Intro's lover.(IDK what to post for Kerry T~T ...OK SCREW THIS!!! I'll do this when I get home XP) {sorry, I did say AOI was a bit hard to communicate with. He's a bit of a social moron. Just very intelligent. Whatever you do. He'll respond in some way.} "Really, why do you care about Intro so much? He barely comes out at all anymore...." Jinx sighed, waving her hand dismissively,"Don't answer that. Let's just find a pet, I need to find a good pet to traumatize." She chuckled darkly, walking up the stairs and to the main hallway." This place is dusty, would it kill the maids to clean up?!" Jinx scoffed, taking out her whip. (LOL ok do you think it would be a bit too ironic to say Intro is coming down to the floor they were on?) (what do you mean by that?) (Well it seems somewhat ironic since I think this would be a good place to through him in, and they were just talking about him ^^) (No, though that would be odd...) Trivia smirked "I don't think you'd want to know anyway." She smirked then frond slightly looking at Jinx. "You killed the last one remember? They need to get a new one... A good one this time and not one that is disrespectful..." She said growling a bit at the thought of that worthless little human. Sintro sighed getting up after reading for a bit deciding it was about time for him to find a new play thing and left his room. He always had Tries who had never left his side though she wasn't exactly a pet anymore so she had a choice... And he always wanted to have a pet just in case she decided to drop staying with him... And for when she wasn't around. He walked down the stairs and no matter what the person was doing they would move to make room for him to walk. He came to the main hallway and a slight smirk came to his face when he saw Trivia and Jinx walking and chatting with each other." Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear... You know Jinx you really gotta learn not to talk about people... They might just happen to hear." Tries smirked looking behind them to see Intro smirking at her words... Though he wasn't really close to them... Not in reaching distance. (Thea is still looking for chocolate XD I just realized that.) (LOL nice) (I'm not sure what to have her do though... So I guess she's stuck trying to find the chocolate.) (You could always have her come back out and start talking to Jury and AOI again...) (I probably will do that in a little bit.) (OK ^^) Jinx laughed, remembering the fond memory,"Ah yes I forgot about that, well, she needed to be taught something anyway." She yawned and stretched, looking behind her as well. "Oh sock it Trip, he's probably looking for some new pet or something." She grinned at the thought. She knew a bit about Trivia's "crush," but being a good friend, she kept it a secret. Furthermore, she sighed, the castle was just about the same, red carpets, some armor models, and a crest on some banners." Some redecorating might be necessary..." Jinx mumbled. "He is more than likely is... His last one got me mad." Trivia chuckled thinking of the weak little girl she had snapped like a twig when she whined about her being there... She was one if those that liked to be used and that often get attached... And Tries didn't like that one bit. "You have any ideas? I can see what I can do if so." she smiled to her rather close friend.

Koku shi Byo 黒死病 O_A!|rating:2.0

The Empresses Lover (Caldawen & Drakan)

Carina waved to the enormous crowd below her. Rome was full to past capacity as millions of Romans entered to see the crowning of their new goddess. As her father Cesare Androids Maximus was the son of Zeus so she was Zeus’s daughter through him. Her light pink skin glowed slightly in the sun as people yelled “HAIL CESARE!! HAIL THE GODDESS DAUGHTER OF ZEUS AND ATHENA!!!!”(golden blonde smiled brightly showing off her brilliant white teeth. Her skinny figure turned slightly ensuring that she made as much of an effort to wave at all her citizens. What worried the new empress is that like many emperors before him, her father had been murdered. He was found slumped over his desk eyes and mouth both black from poison. The Pretoria that was supposed to be guarding him was paid off and was being pursued at that very moment. Once caught she had many questions to ask him, and they were going to be answered by any means necessary. Turning around the empresses long snow-white gown with gold embellishment on the bottom and neck line shimmered in the sun. Her sleeveless arms had golden thread above the shoulders holding the two sides of the gown together. Unlike traditional royalty she hated shoes and rarely wore them. However, she wore brown leather sandals with light gold twisting around the top of her ankle. Walking back into the throne room only her new advisors, the heads of the senate, the commander of the Pretoria guard and her mother stood there all smiling. While she agreed that she bore a strange resemblance to Athena she felt that she also had a strong resemblance to what the people called her “earthly mother”. Selina had pale pink skin and dark golden hair with the same rare blue eyes that the new empress also had. The truth was Carina did not know if she was truly the daughter of Athena and born of a human mother or of that of her father and this earthly woman. Her father had told all of Rome that he had made love to Athena and not wanting to go through the pain of conceiving blessed the Cesare’s empress with the honor of carrying the goddess child. Selina walked up and bowed low to her daughter with a wide smile “Hail Cesare!” The room echoed raising their arms and saying the same mantra. “Cesare if I may” said the queens mother pointing to her golden leafed crown. Carina nodded and allowed her to adjust the rather large crown “I was told that they are making you a smaller one. Your fathers are quite large on you my empress.” Nodding to her mother the head of the Praetorian guard stomped forward taking off his helm he bowed low “Cesare my men are waiting in the training grounds for your immediate selection of a worthy candidate.” Waving her hand up she motioned for him to rise “Empress I personally interviewed each of my captains and I dispatched individuals I thought may turn against you and only have the most loyal and devoted Captains for your viewing. If you allowed me to demonstrate to you.” The empress nodded and followed the captain to the training grounds that were now located on the same portion of the palace that was the Empresses' residence for safety’s sake. The advisors and her mother followed behind as the senators begged their leave to return to the senate to celebrate the great day. Carina had allowed it. Entering the newly refurbished training grounds that had once belonged to the emperor alone stood ten large and muscular guards. A large chair with cushions had been laid out for her as the workers had yet to finish the entire new structure. Sitting down Carina nodded to the black-and gray bearded commander as he bowed he faced his men who yelled “HAIL CESARE HAIL THE EMPRESS!!!” The men’s voices echoed loudly as their arms shot up then slammed their hands against their chests in unison. Smiling she motioned them to stop “Proceed Commander. Please present those you think worthy, and I will choose four among them to be my guard during different times of the day.” A servant came forward giving the young empress a golden goblet of wine which she took sipping as her light blue eyes scanned the strong handsome men before her. Roman soldiers are said to be familiar with three different smells: sweat, blood, defeat. It did not matter where a roman legionnaire was ordered to, for as long as remained a soldier he would be bound by these scents. This fact was different either at a training field, except this was for no simple admission to the acclaimed Roman Legions. No, this training field was meant to cultivate something much stronger, something to be far feared by the Emperor’s enemies: the Pretoria guard. Only those who served Rome with courage and sacrifice were merely permitted to have their names recommended, but to be accepted was quite a different story. A story that would become very clear to the newly crowned Empress as she was escorted to the training grounds. Inside the grounds the winds carried the harsh tones of grunts and battle-cries. Less than a hundred men were seen swallowed in by the immersive training required of them. A few practiced weapons techniques against practice dummies, some were forced to run the gauntlet which included a series of obstacles to teach how to parry, dodge and block against attacks from all directions. The biggest show however was the immense fight where soldier was pitted against all others. A battle royale if you want to call it, but either way the three scents were all to evident. Sweat from the blistering heat that weighed down on the candidates like heavy armor yet showing no sign of slowing down their swings. Blood from the several sounds from the practice swords meeting flesh creating small incisions, but nothing to permanently damage the prospects. Finally, there was also defeat as many had already fallen to ground beaten by those clearly far better as soldiers. Among the few still standing was a man glaring down at the sight of 4 men with weapons pointed him. The lone swordsman could feel his adrenaline flow through his body violently like the Tiberius River, the only relief coming in the form of a light breeze that brushed against his tan skin and amber hair. Two of the four candidates feeling as if Mars was on their side charged towards himself, their weapons raised high. Before they could bring their blades down however, the lone soldier stepped forward using a sword to deflect one blade while using his only free hand to grasp the wrist of the other jerking downward forcing his body to somersault till the found its way to the floor disarming and disabling one. Turning his ice blue eyes back to the second culprit, he twisted his wrested to force the assailants body weight to turn to against them as he spun to sweep the legs with his training blade. The attack was fluid and perfect where two men who ganged up on him now found themselves on the ground and in immense pain staring up at the 6’2 victor. A victor that went by the name of Delius Bin. Unfortunately, the remaining two men would have to wait for another time as the words of the training captain filled the grounds. “FALL IN LINE YOU MAGGOTS!!!!” The candidates instantly disregarded their previous activities, immediately running towards the Captain, helping others on the way (including Jealous) to create a traditional legion parade column. The Captain slowly inspected the column, eyes gazing for any fault in formation. Some men were unlucky as the pain from the training still wore on them from shaking and irregular breathing. Those unfortunate would be found instantly on the ground from the Captain’s fist to their gut followed by a pair of Pretoria guards pulling the disabled men from the column and training grounds, unlikely to be allowed back in again. On the other hand, seven men including Delius were asked to step forward and create a single row, which they obeyed without hesitation. With the formation complete the commanding officer stared at them with a disappointed and hateful expression.“Those pieces of shit that were dragged off are no longer worthy to serve as the Empresses’ personal guard, and by all accounts the vast majority of you shits aren’t either. As far as I can tell only you seven are remotely close to being capable, but you have a long way to go.” At about that time, Empress Carina had graced herself with her presence before the Captain and the candidates. The Captain was the first to offer his respects as was proper, followed by the candidates who shouted in complete unison “Hail Cesare! Hail the Empress! We who wish to Protect you Salute you!” Before the Empress stood a fine collection of the Empire’s military stock, especially when they only wore training loincloths to protect them from the blistering heat and allow them a free-range of movement while they trained. The Captain cautiously approached the empress bowing humbly, “My Empress may I present the next class of candidates for your personal guard. They still have much work, but these seven are our leading candidates for further training to your elite selection.” He called to each one by name, each candidate stepping forward keeping their eyes down unworthy to look at the empress’ whose beauty is said to rival even that of the gods. “….. Marcus Terror……. Thaddeus Oral……. Victus Juno…… Laelius Bin.”(( his name being called out, he stepped forward, making sure to remain behind his commander. He slowly took a knee bowing humbly to her. His lips parted allowing the moisture inside his mouth coat his dried lips, “I am at the Empress’ service in this life and all others to follow. May your Empire forever reign across all corners of the world.” Carina looked at the seven hot, sweaty men before her. They were all find specimens and were well-built. Anyone of them could serve her well. The Empress nodded as each man came up bowing and swearing fealty to her. Although, her breath stopped when she heard one name spoken by the Commander “Delius Bin”. That was a name she had not heard in over ten years, and it made her heart skip a beat at the very thought of it. Looking down she saw amber hair that was familiar, however, the boy she knew had blondish-red hair back then. Though she supposed his hair could have darkened into amber over the years but still, she was unsure. Nodding to the soldier she let out her hand for him to kiss her ring, as was the custom. When he kissed her ring she saw his icy-blue eyes and that’s when she knew. “It's him…” she thought as she blushed slightly. Carina dismissed him, allowing the remaining two to come forward and pledge their fealty, Though, out of the corner of her blue eyes she could examine him. He had grown much taller than she expected. As a woman she was only 5’6 and quite muscular. Conversely, he stood at least six feet and had muscles to spare. His amber hair was soaked with sweat from that days activities, and she felt an urging coming over her that she had never felt before. She wanted him. No needed him to touch her, kiss her, caress her body. The empress needed to feel his body against hers and in hers. All of a sudden she felt hot, and her lips became dry. “I would like to be fanned” she told the attendant as she licked her lips making them plumper. As the attendant stood fanning her the empresses hair blew slightly. “I will start out with two I think and allow the other three to prove themselves. However, by the end of the year I expect ten loyal personal guards that will ensure my safety.” Standing she gracefully walked down and stood before the men. “Vitus Juno and Delius Bin step forward.” They both did as commanded. “The two of you starting today will become my personal bodyguards. Vitus you shall arm yourself and join me for the rest of the day. Delius bathe and rest for you will be guarding me this evening and while I sleep.” Turning she began to walk away, and then she stopped turning back “And remember in one months’ time we will be having a coronation celebration with dignitaries and royalty from all over the empire. I expect at least one more guard by then commander.” Turning on her heels she walked out with grace as everyone in her party followed her. That evening Celina was quite nervous. Dismissing everyone early due to exhaustion, she told them, she quickly took a bath in the royal bath. No one not even her mother anymore was allowed to bathe in there. In the bath she was in solitude, minus her many servants that attended her. The empresses body was tiny, request, and curvy. The eighteen-year-old felt that her breasts were two big and plump and her body was small and unappealing. Yet she had been receiving offers of marriage since she hit puberty. Though only one proposal that came before puberty really mattered to her. Standing she rose out of the water putting her arms up as the ladies dried her off then scented her whole body with fragrant perfumes. They then put a thin blue silken night-dress on her that had a large slit on the side. The v-neck was low but still not too low as to show the whole Roman Empire her breasts. This night, however, she allowed them to sink lower. Taking a ring from a drawer she placed the plain silver band on her thumb. She hoped he remembered her and the band he had given her all those years ago. Walking into her chambers there was wine and cheeses on a small silver tray. Only two small candles were lit in the room as she sat upon her large plush bed. The sheets too were made of silk and flashed of Roman red. “Will there be anything else Cesare?” Asked a handmaiden “No, but be sure to have the guard in her swiftly so I can rest. For I will not sleep without my guard.” The maiden bowed and hurried out looking for the guard. Celina stood and walked to the closed glass doors that led to the balcony. Moving back the sheer curtains she peered out into the moonlight. The light caressed her body situating its curves. A knock came to the door, and she sighed still looking out “Enter.” The Commander was relieved to hear that at least two of his stock qualified for the Empress’ guard. This was an opportunity for him to gain even further prestige and having her favor would certainly garter certain luxuries suitable for the old weirdo. Of course such boons could only possibly be granted providing that he meets the needs she requires. Nodding in compliance to her request for ten guards by the end of the year he turned to the those not selected, “Remove yourself from my sight your vermin!” The soldiers saluted to the captain and empress repeating once again, “Hail to the Empress!” The men immediately proceeded in removing themselves from the training field and returning likely to their barracks. Vitus and Delius however would not be joining them. Two guards approached Vitus escorting him to armory and likely the afternoon and earlier evening roles of a bodyguard for the most powerful woman in all of Rome. Alternately, Delius slowly walked back to his private quarters wanting to really get away from the heat, and while perhaps not so obvious, something was weighing on him. Entering the barracks, he was ambushed by cheers and slaps on the chest and back in congratulations to his new post. Some were even bold as to imagine what the empress was like underneath that silk that she wore. Either way Delius joined them in their jokes and sharing a good meal and drink after a good day of training. The meal was certainly inviting to everyone even for Bin. “Hey Delius, you better get yourself to the bath, I doubt the Empress needs to smell your stinky ass guarding her at night while she sleeps.” Laelius nodded as he retreated to bathing room of the barracks washing away the dirt, sweat and grim that had caked all over him while outside. Soaking in the open bath he stared out at an eroded opening on the roof staring out at the sky. His mind drifted away as he found himself lost in dream. A dream of him surrounded by tall stalks of wheat, the sound of a girl’s giggles filling his mind. He would stare from every direction unable to find the origin of the voice. Eventually though that voice grew louder, and then for a split second a small figure would catch the corner of his eyes. Following the trail of the voice he would be standing before a statue of Zeus where a young girl stood, her hair blonde as the sun itself, as if Apollo himself gathered her on his chariot to venture near the sun. The voice then changed from a giggle to a heavy breathing as if fiercely try to constrain something begging to come out. The words were simple yet familiar, “Delius.” It was then that we would awaken finding himself residing in his bunk. Such a powerful dream that he hadn’t even realized he had finished his bath and retreated to his quarters before truly awakening. That voice though, why did it sound so familiar….? While the questions in his mind troubled him he would have to ignore them for now as he would soon be interrupted by three guards, “It’s time for your shift Pretoria.” Delius nodded clear in what he must do now. First however before he could act as the Empress’ bodyguard he needed to look the part. Escorted to the armory Delius dawned onto him the standard legionnaire equipment. Instead of scale-mail, he decided to add flexibility with a hard leather armor chest plate, equipping two 41-inch gladiuses as his deciding weapons. As a Pretoria however, he was required to wear the required purple tunic with gold trimming like all the Empress’ personal guard. Once equipped, the new bodyguard along with his escort were given horses to ride to Empress Celina’s personal estate. The ride was not far since Rome’s paramilitary was able to give a clear birth for the riders to reach the estate with no delay. Unfortunately, such a rush of orders was discouraging for Delius who would not be able to enjoy the wonders of the magnificent city. His escort wasted no time in showing him into the estate and straight to the Empresses’ private quarters. After a simple knock, the words of Celina were clear and simple, “Enter.” Laelius slowly let himself inside her private chambers cautious and observant of everything around him. As a child he was born into a merchant family that specialized in pottery, so he had seen his share of items only nobility and royalty and carry. Yet in all in his lifetime he had never seen such luxury or thought it was at all possible to own such wealth. Even more curious was the candles that were lit, as if expecting him, which likely explained for the cheese and wine that was yet touched. As he moved his gaze from the candles to look upward he saw Celina in full view of him as she stared off to the night sky. Such beauty and power bestowed in her, a creature so close to him yet so very far, far away in title and position as a human alone. Yet his eyes cannot deny that her eyes, her hair, her complexion all seemed so familiar, like a fragment of the past. Yet she was still the Empress and therefore his better. “My Empress, I did not mean to interrupt your stargazing.” He quickly approached her once again taking a knee announcing his pledge to her, “Hail Empress, my life is yours to command.” Finishing with a kissing of her ring he lifted himself up from the ground gazing down at her. “You’ll pardon me, I noticed the food and wine, will you be having guests late this evening?” “Food and wine is normally left for my pleasure in case I get hungry during the night. However, they forgot the fruit this evening which is of no matter. If you was so kind as to blow out the last two candles. I was waiting for you which is why they are still lit.” She watched him out of the corner of her blue eyes as she watched him gently blow each one out. “Pretoria….” Stopping she sighed turning her gaze from him back to the starry night. Now that the candles were erased from the night the only light that illuminated the room was that of the full moon that seeped in and washed over the young woman’s frame “Ten years ago my father, earth mother, and I went to Athens to celebrate the marriage of my most beloved elder cousin Pant era.” She stopped inhaling then exhaling her boobs slowly rising and falling with the breath. “On the way a small landslide fell in front of us causing our guards and servants to have to move the fallen rocks. When they were almost finished a stupid servant hit a large boulder knocking it free and as I played near my bodyguard pushed me out of the way and his arm was crushed beneath the stone. The only way to release it was to amputate his arm. He was given gold, land, and slaves from a grateful emperor as he had to retire. However, as the heir I had to have a personal guard, while a messenger was sent it would take days for another to get there. My father asked my cousin to recommend someone and he did. A young boy named Delius Bin.” She glanced at him for a quick seconded wondering if he remembered or not “My cousin owed his father a small debt and in return for the boys service to me my cousin was able to garner the boy a place in a prestigious military training ground normally reserved for the highest of mobilities. That boy and I were close. He gave me the ring that lies on my left thumb.” Moving ever so slightly she walked up to him gracefully not making a sound with her bare feet “If…you are the boy from then I will have you know that no other man has ever been allowed to touch me since that time. Nor do I want another too. If you are that boy… Please.” She whispered getting a little closer “Tell me something of that time that no one else would know….” Celina felt her cheeks get red, and her lower body get extremely hot. With no loincloth to cover her area she was afraid that she may be getting wet soon. If he was the boy from her past she wanted some sign that he cared for her too. Her loins burned with need of him but still she did not move as she took a small breath. The empress had spoken in hushed tones, but she was sure the guard heard her. What would occur next would be completely up to him. Delius nodded compliantly to Celina request to blow out the candles. With but a small blow from his mouth, what little light remained in the chambers was left only to the moon to maintain. The moonlight however was strong to illuminate at the very least Celina which approached him slowly as he finished completing her personal request. While she was still some distance from him, it became entirely irrelevant as she enthralled with an interesting tale of her past. Yet everything from her mouth seemed so familiar. Memories of old tearing against the walls of time, slowly revealing a truth about Delius that he thought perhaps forever lost from the cruelties of war. His pupils dilated, his breath heavier, it was if she was the caretaker of his past. By the time he could comprehend the truth of who he was to her and what vice versa she but mere inches. By then however, she had asked him to recall a memory about their past that no one could possibly know.“For the longest time I’ve had dreams, echoes of memories. They were fragmented and distorted, but there was always one thing similar. A statue, of Zeus where a young creature in blue waits there for me, giggling in excitement.” Speaking out about his past slowly began to piece the events together, “I remember the words at that statue…” On this holy ground, with the Gods as witnesses themselves do I forever give my heart, my body and my soul to you. No matter the trials that await us, or forces that try to separate us, that I will always come back to you…..” It was at that moment that his mind found himself once again at that very statue, staring once again at the blurring figure in front of her. However, what was once shattered had now been restored, and the pieces now together have focused the figure into the woman that was standing before him, “Celina…..” He moved towards her, hand already extended as it cupped at her cheek ever so delicately, her hand gliding against his arm bearing the band they had kept all those years. Delius finally was able to take notice of the ring studying its detail only to look to her with a smile. His other hand move to the left side of his hair tugging gently revealing a small braid held together by a ring of the exact likeness. As Delius told her the memory her heart skipped a beat. He was the man from her past. The boy who had taken her heart, her first kiss, he was always her everything. That small season in Athens changed Celina's life, and now it was changing again. As he touched her the empresses body melted into his hard but gentle fingers. Celina remembered his hands as soft and strong. Now those hands had grown much larger and stronger. No longer soft but hard from the many days and nights of training. While her hand glided up his arm the queen could feel his well-defined muscles. Each one had been cultivated through years of hard training. How hard his life must have been to reach this point. The mere thought of him struggling made her want to cry. For to her Delius was her husband. Though, it was not official to her realm in Celina’s mind it was official before the gods which was all the truly mattered. When the guard revealed his braid held together by the small ring she had when she was a child, a tear ran down her cheek. He had kept it all these years. He remembered their vows, and hopefully their love for each other. Caesars small hand went to the braid as she felt the cold metal next to his soft amber hair. Transferring her hand to his cheek the empress stroked it gently. Leaning forward she kissed his lips softly. However, once she tasted his lips she became hungry for more. The empress put her arms around his neck. Now on her tip-toes she brought her lips to meet his but with more passion than the last. Though a virgin she had seen the orgies her father had had at the palace complex. Making her aware of how the body was supposed to work in the act of physical pleasure. However, to her this was more than pleasure just kissing him and feeling him close to her was pure intoxication. As he held her up in his arms her bare feet dangled as they kissed. Each time their lips touched it was more wanting than the last. “Delius.” the empress whispered between a kiss. Stopping for a moment to catch her breath Celina rested her forehead on his. “Tell me the truth… At the moment imagine me just a woman and not your ruler….” Pausing she took a deep breath “Do you still feel for me as you did then? For I have loved no other but you since that day… And if you do…. I want you to officially make me your wife. For we never…” Glancing over to the bed then back at him with a deep red blush “We never officially consummated our marriage… Until then before the gods we are not considered man and wife….” With a deep gulp the eighteen-year-old woman looked into his eyes wondering what he was going to say or do. Did he feel as she did? In the next few moments she would find out the truth. How strange, even after all he had demonstrated to her; recalling his fragmented memories, revealing his wedding band it seemed she wished further assurance that he was indeed still the same man that loved her that day they took their vows before the gods. Her point however was well taken, they had after all not consummated their marriage to this very day. He smiled as he longed down to kiss the collar of her neck. The scent of her skin was like that of the most fragrant of flowers, the sweet of honey. He barely could recall the chance to feel something so gentle and inviting, how years and years of war can rob a man of even the greatest yet simplest pleasures. His lips parted from her skin as looked to her once again, “Then I am glad that I have waited as long as you to finally make love to the first and only women for me.” His reaction following his words were almost too quick to fathom from the eyes of a civilian. Without warning both of his hands cupped at her firm buttocks gripping softly. Given his size and strength the idea of lifting her full figure would be fortunately quite easy for him. Using his gladiatorial strength he cupped her body up against his, letting her pelvis wrap around his own. He used one of his arms to wrap around her back to keep her anchored, while his other hand glided along her long supple legs. His lips returned to her supple skin around her neck, slowly creeping up towards her lips. If one could describe such a moment, it would be described as the beginning of something so raw and full of passion that it far surpassed the realm of. No, this was to be a love that had been boiling over for nearly a decade and would unleash in a way of Venus’ fury of passion. The wind howled fiercely inside the estate blowing whatever candles remained. The sound of rain echoed in the silence of an empty chamber. The invitation of thunder was not far behind as it provided the only illuminance for them; only brief flashes of their outlining bodies. No hesitation came as their bodies joined in raw, savory foreplay. His body though unfamiliar with such movements acted as if completely natural, as if he was reenacting countless scenarios he had gathered for the past ten years. His legs moved forward to rest her buttocks against the edge of the table, freeing his hands to explorer her supple body. At first, he started with her abdomen letting the tips of her fingers explorer the smooth curliness of her stomach. When he came to her breasts however he did immediately relish in their suppleness. No instead he played the role of the tease. His fingers slid to her underbust (despite the resistance of the clothing) slowly trailing his fingers upward along the outside of her chest, taking note of just how voluptuous they really were. When he finally reached to her shoulders, only then did he decide to be more aggressive as his fingers toyed with the straps of her gown slowly trailing them off her shoulders and free her body from its cage. As Delius’s strong hands grasped her bear buttocks and lifted her body to his own she knew that he felt the same. As her legs wrapped around his large frame his arms enveloped her back. Her arms went around his neck as his lips trailed down her own she could not help but succumb to the utter pleasure. When his lips stopped her kissing her neck she brought his head up to face her own and kissed him with more passion than she thought possible. Her young entered his mouth exploring every facet of it as he placed her butt on the table. His hands played with her body as if it was his own. To her, it had always belonged to him. It was as if Zeus himself had made this man just for her and Venus had given him the ways of a lover with Ares strength. It had been ten long years and still it was as if the love they had felt for each other never died but only grew fiercer. As the wind howled and the lightning struck his hands began to toy with her breasts. Upon instinct, she leaned forward wanting him to continue as her hands felt his arms muscles. Stopping she looked at him and saw a smile on his face as he toyed with her gowns straps. Slowly he pulled the straps allowing the fabric to fall down revealing her slender voluptuous frame. Taking his hand she pulled him closer to her and put it near her vagina “It belongs only to you.” The small woman had already cummed when he first touched her and was ripe. Her whole body shook with anticipation as she grew wetter and wetter. She whispered in the Pretoria near as she undid his belt allowing his sword and skirt to drop on the floor. Then the empress unbuckled his leather straps and lifted his shirt off leaving him only in his loin cloth. Glancing at the bed she teased him as he did her with his loin cloth strap finally undoing it. There they were bare before each other. “As your wife I order you to make me yours this night.” She whispered as she kissed his ear. Ten years at war had a way of robbing a man of some of the simplest pleasures in life. This was especially true for Delius. Having nearly lost her from war and from memory he had nearly forgotten the touch of her skin against his, the sweet fragrance of her scent on his nose, or the tender words dancing in his ears. To have that feeling restored once more could be only a gift the gods (and goddesses) themselves. Fortunately for both of them their reuniting had already begun to take a more intimate turn. Carina seemed all but focused on what she wanted from him. The evidence clearly seen by how quick she was in disrobing him of his garments. Following his change in his attire she then had commanded to consummate their marriage from so long ago, her eyes motioning towards the bed. He closed his eyes briefly taking in a deep as he grinned in anticipation opening them to look at her once again. “As you Command my Empress!” Hoisting her body with his strength, he helped her lock her legs around his waist as he carefully maneuvered from the cluttered living are towards the private chambers. There they would likely begin what she should have started so very long ago. However, to say that this evening would be a night for them under the eyes of the gods would be not as true. From one of the walls of the chamber a small groove had been carved out. From the other side a thin piece of papyrus blocked the hole from anyone’s view, until tonight. The papyrus had been quietly been removed allowing an eye to gaze upon the sin that was being engaged in the private chambers. Whoever this person was, had a far bigger motive to securing what he was witnessing. Perhaps someone had hired him to obtain such secrets.*Roman Senate*Even in the times of night and thunderstorms many senators still remained tied to their duties in seeing that Rome interests are aligned with their own. Three senators remained hovel led at adjacent seats. "I trust your spy has information for us." The senator opposite of him scoffed, "In do time, I doubt the Empress won't keep her hands off her new.....pet." One of the senators wheezed with nervousness fueled by the lightning. "If anyone gets wind of this, this could ruin our plans for Rome." The senator with knowledge of the spy quelled his worries, "Relax senators, everything is fallen according to what we expected. Rest assured this man will likely die before he poses any real threat." As Delius maneuvered her towards the bed, Carina thought of all the time they had losses. All the memories they could have made together over the years. While they were only children when they first met, it was as if the gods themselves had designed the meeting. This too had to be meant by the gods, or else they would have never had remembered each other. As the muscled man leaned the empress on the silken sheets the ruler of the world placed her arms once again on his bare chest. How she was in awe of his physical strength. The Pretoria had obviously spent most of his time training or in battle. Either way it made him a fine specimen of a man. At that moment Carina felt unworthy of such a man. She was skinny, and her breasts were too big for her body. The rulers blonde locks spread themselves on the bed as her guard leaned in closer kissing her full lips. Kissing him back she placed her arms around his body and pushing him against her breasts. The storm ragged outside only becoming more violent with each second. Feeling every part of her lovers body she lowered her arms relishing the pleasure of it. However, soon she reached his cock. It was extremely large, and hard. As her lips hungrily kissed his, she began to caress it and then rub it hard. Her tits grew hard as moisture from her vagina started to make the sheets wet. Pushing his head down she wanted his lips to play with her breasts as she played with his cock. “Delius….. Suck me my beloved… ravage me…. Take me as your own…” Her words moaned as she enjoyed his flesh merging with hers. Delius despite being completely inexperienced in the art of the love felt completely in control as they lay in the bed twisting at the silken sheets. He couldn’t keep his hands off her succulent body. His hands probed at every curve of her shoulders, her legs, her buttocks and certainly her breasts. The rough chalice fingers having gripped the sword and the shield for nearly a decade had nearly made him forgotten the touch of her smooth skin. It was as if he was for the moment ten years younger, finishing what he started all that time ago. As he continued to caress her body he found himself pulled closer to her breasts asking him to ravage her. A command he had no problem following. His lips pressed against the soft skin of her voluptuous breasts allowing the taste of her sweat trickle along his dry lips. His moistened lips slowly descended towards her nipple leaving a small trail of kisses to shower his affection towards her. At first, it began with a soft kiss at her nipple which responded by a small twitch. As he continued he then moved from kissing to softly biting teasing at her nipple to allow it to grow aroused and protrude in order for his lips to clamp better and allow him to suck as he fondled her. Realizing how swollen his phallus was he dipped her body towards him so that she was resting on top of his groin. His hands still remain firm on her breasts, and his back arched forward so that his lips did not part from her nipple. His pelvic region began to grind against, his other free hand cupped at her buttocks to help create motion against one another as the moment they had finally been waiting for had come. When he entered her and broke her virginity she moaned in pain but soon in pleasure as he pumped himself into her. He was an animal wanting her as much as she wanted him. The empress was pleased that a mighty storm raged for it muffled her moans and cries of exposed. She was wet and tight already, but each shove of his hips made her vagina encircle his manhood even more. At that moment she knew that she would never be the same again. Never before has she felt so much physical pleasure. “By the gods…” She exclaimed as he began sucking her breasts. Already, she was planning the next nights events. Not knowing if there would be such a storm she planned for him to delight her senses even more with hardcore foreplay. In turn, she would reward him if he pleased her. She would most likely reward him if he did not for all she wanted was to make him happy. Cumming as he cummed inside her, she screamed low and arched her back as she had her first orgasm. Her legs straddled around him as he too seemed to be pleased. Now she wanted to be on top of him, and she maneuvered them to do just that. Her naked body flashed in moments of lightning as she began ridding him like a stud. Her hips ground against his and pumped herself to him as much as she could. She now understood why so many people were obsessed with this act and now that she had tasted him she knew she never wanted to stop. His body felt wrapped in a blanket of warmth that used no sheets. The blood inside him boiled from the ecstasy that erupted from every rhythm of motion from her body. Looking above him, he was witnessing a fierce, wild animal engaged in devouring her partner. Being her first time, the excitement fueled her body’s motor as she continued to grind against him. Little did she not realize however that much like herself he was also new to this realm of human intimacy. Near his groin he began to feel swelling inside him as if something was building up. However, for such concern it was not enough to distract Delius’ eyes from the astonishment of her breasts gravitating up and down with every motion from her waist. Such an aesthetic sight would cost him however as the swelling grew even more unbearable. At this rate his body would not be able to hold in his swelling situation. “Carina….. I can’t…..” His mind began to lose itself in the heat of the passion as the body had other plans in mind. His hands gripped at waist line as he pushed her back onto the bed. The hands releasing them of her body found her legs pulling them up past his shoulders. Having her in position, he reinserted his phallus back inside her using a vertical form of motion similar to her breasts. The swelling at his groin was practically on the verge of erupting as a massive sensation of relief and rapture filled his mind as the swelling escaped his body leaving for her instead. His body groaned loudly as the sensation climaxed, likely to exemplifying his utmost excitement in consummating their marriage. Once the swelling had left he helped let her legs rest on the floor. His arms reached for the sheets as he wrapped both him and Carina in their soft embrace. Once covered his left hand dangled at her honey like hair. “Is it everything you ever imagined?” Carina felt him swell inside her and clenched his dick even harder inside her. Refusing to let him go. Letting him push her to the bed, she looked up at him as they now changed positions. He shifted again moving their bodies for a better position. Soon he reinserted his cock inside her and began moving vertically. That insertion felt much better than the first one. The first had caused bleeding and pain. Now there was nothing but pure pleasure. His hands fondled her legs as he pumped up, while laying on the bed. Her breasts jiggled more and more as he went faster and faster making her groan more. When he climaxed inside her, she orgasmed again and collapsed slightly. Lowering her legs he allowed her to let his phallus exit her as she laid on top of him breathing heavily. Laelius’s juices leaked out of her groin as he puled the sheets over them. He held her close, and she nuzzled up to him. When his hand dangled near her head she leaned towards it as he asked her how it was. “Better. . . For I never imagined my first time would be with you…” Leaning up she softly kissed his lips and yawned. “I will make sure that you are in charge of guarding me every night from now on.” The Caesars soft lips went to his nipples on his chest and sensually kissed them. “My love. . .” She whispered laying her head back down. Knowing that in a few hours the sun would rise, and they would have to part. Rising she walked to her cloths and placed them back on her body. Delinquently she tied the strings and laid back down next to him and sighed. “You must change husband. I must sleep, and you must appear as if you had no physical exertion this evening and spent the whole night guarding my body. Linking her fingers with his, she moved his hand to her face and gently kissed it. “I have to meet with my advisors and arriving dignitaries all day tomorrow. Then I have to entertain them in the evening. That’s when you will begin guarding me during the festivities.” Sighing again she rolled to him “I wish things were different. . .” A solitary tear ran down her cheek as she kissed him sweetly. “You better go and get dressed. . .” She whispered turning her back him covering her sadness as he moved away. Delius felt completely paralyzed, but not out of pain or discomfort. Rather he was paralyzed by the bliss that he found himself in as he lay entwined with Carina. It was just so sad that his climax had to put a temporary end to the pleasures that had washed both their bodies and souls, reuniting them after so many years of life without each other. He was quite happy as how she described how pleased she was with their fornication. "The Gods are always with us Carina. They brought us together, and they shall never keep us apart." Embracing her betwixt the sheets their time of embrace would be short-lived. Being the first to get up Carina had detailed to him that he had to depart. A deep regret in Delius' mind but one he understands. Though married under the gods, he knew that he was just a Praetorian guard as she was the Empress herself. Some things required a little discretion, but he would pray a day when they would no longer have to share their love under the shadows. Getting up he reached for his clothes and weapon, making sure they were appropriately dawned upon. He inspected every strap, tie, anything that could detail him not following his duty. Satisfied he looked to Carina who had reached out to kiss his hand. "This is only the beginning my love, the beginning of something beautiful." With a final kiss he departed from her personal quarters leaving her to sleep off the rest of the evening. On the other hand he had to remain vigil and guard the estate at least for a couple more hours before he was relieved of duty. Standing outside the estates gate he watched with caution every individual passing through. Aside from the occasional horse-drawn cart and drunken slob it was rather quiet. Understandable of course given how late it was, but it seemed only to prolong Delius' time at the gate. When the Praetorian sent to replace him finally arrived he sighed a breath of relief as he made way to the barracks. Once their he turned in his gear, returning to the small cell that was to be his home. Thankfully Praetorian's unlike gladiators were even given their own cell, which allowed room for some small decoration without the intrusion of another. Unfortunately it also did allow for more discretionary congenial visits which reminded others by the sound of male and female moans echoing throughout the cell house. The only things Delius truly possessed were a couple of stone figures, each depicting a Greek god (one of Zeus and one of Athena). Resting on his knees he pressed his hands together, "Zeus..... Athena bless you for everything you had done for me, and bless you for reuniting me with someone I thought I had lost. Carina and I are reuniting is the only proof needed to recognize your divinity...." he closed his eyes mumbling in a trance of prayers to continue his path under the gods good graces.

The Empresses Lover (Caldawen & Drakan)|rating:3.0

Yu-Gi-Oh PbP_ Thelas vs Changertakov

In the arena sits a young man, nervous at this being his first official duel. Turn order:(1d20)[16]Deck:Spoiler Hide Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Card draw:(1d40)[34](1d40)[33](1d40)[17](1d40)[38](1d40)[9]Rerolls:(1d40)[21](1d40)[2](1d40)[6] Rolling fail. Let me try this again. Turn order:(1d20)[3]Deck:Spoiler Hide Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Card draw:(1d40)[26](1d40)[14](1d40)[25](1d40)[21](1d40)[14]Rerolls:(1d40)[16](1d40)[15](1d40)[40] a) Since I know you're new to Giant, type this code with [] instead of () for spoilers and rolls.(spoiler)YOURTEXTHERE(/spoiler)(roll)1d40(/roll)b)Spoiler Hide Hand: Archfiend Soldier, Heart of the Underdog, Archfiend soldier, Dark factory of mass production, Common charity Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Spoiler Hide Kazakh Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 Petite Moth Over Limit Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair Ground Collapse Media Bat Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics Sword of the Soul-Eater Double Attack Obama Green [roll]1d40[/roll][roll]1d40[/roll][roll]1d40[/roll][roll]1d40[/roll][roll]1d40[/roll]Backup Rolls:[roll]1d40[/roll][roll]1d40[/roll][roll]1d40[/roll]Turn Order Roll:[roll]1d20[/roll] (1d40)[25](1d40)[4](1d40)[3](1d40)[38](1d40)[24]Backup Rolls:(1d40)[22](1d40)[15](1d40)[38]Turn Order Roll:(1d20)[10] Spoiler Hide Kazakh Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 Drawn Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 Petite Moth Drawn Over Limit Drawn Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair Ground Collapse Media Bat Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics Sword of the Soul-Eater Drawn Double Attack Obama Green Card Draw:(1d40)[1]Backup:(1d40)[4] Play 2 face downs in spell/trap zones Spoiler Hide sword of the soul eater Spoiler Hide over limit Play face down defense position in monster zones Spoiler Hide Kazakh Draw:(1d35)[34] Spoiler Hide Hand: Archfiend Soldier, Heart of the Underdog, Archfiend soldier, Dark factory of mass production, Common charity, Millennium Shield Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Play heart of the underdog, archfiend soldier (face-up attack,1900/1500, set one spell/trap card face-down. Hide Set card is Dark Factory of Mass Production. Archfiend soldier will attack Mr. "I'm a face-down". Resolve combat, please?(Archfiend is1900/1500). Mr. "I'm face down" screams as he gets completely murdered. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair Ground Collapse Media Bat Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green Card Draw:(1d40)[31]Backup:(1d40)[27] Play face down spell/trap Spoiler Hide Skull Lair Play face down defense position monster card Spoiler Hide Fiend Scorpion Getting food be right back Card:(1d34)[14] Spoiler Hide Hand: Archfiend Soldier, Heart of the Underdog, Common charity, Millennium Shield Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Set two face down trap/spells and play another archfiend soldier (1900/1500). Spoiler Hide Common charity, heart of the underdog Archfiend soldier attacks your face-down. He also has a screaming death You may go.LP: 8000 At end of turn activate face down card overlimit. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green Draw Card:(1d40)[7]Backup:(1d40)[19]LP:7500 Play monster card: Petite Moth Activate spell card sword of the soul eater. Equip to fiend scorpion fiend scorpion:ATK 1900 def 200 (1d33)[5]Hope for a good draw... Reveal the Gemini Elf drew and use Heart of the Underdog to draw again.(1d32)[26] Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Tribute Archfiend Soldier to set a monster face-down defense. Spoiler Hide Labyrinth Wall: 0/3000 EDIT: Don't attack. Go. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green Card Draw:(1d40)[7]Backup Draw(1d40)[37] Flip Skull Lair: Continuous Trap Card Play Face Down spell/trap card Spoiler Hide Human-Wave Tactics play face down defense mode monster card Spoiler Hide Harpies Girl (1d31)[30]Yay having to make draws in a separate post. Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) My face down creature is actually Spoiler Hide Millennium Shield, sorry. Some of my decks may be wrong, not that it matters. This one is right, though. Now reveal my Millennium Shield I just drew, and draw another.(1d30)[9] Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness, Just-Break Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) And I will set a spell/trap card:Spoiler Hide Just to keep track, here's my trap zone. 1) Face-up heart of the underdog 2) Face-down common charity 3) Face-down heart of the underdog 4) Face-down dark factory of mass instruction 5) Face-down just-break (just set) I'll summon a mad dog of darkness in face-up attack position: 1900/1400Now the dog I just summoned will attack your fiend scorpion. Unless anything happens, they both kill each other and it's your move. End of turn I will put Obama Green into play Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN 1 Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN:(1d40)[22]Backup:(1d40)[15] Actually, during my turn, reveal my face-down Dark Factory of Mass Production, putting both of my monsters in my graveyard into my hand. Obama Green into defense position and play a face down defense position monster card Spoiler Hide Fiend Scorpion Also play a face down spell/trap card Spoiler Hide Solemn Wishes After your draw step I activate face down spell/trap card Solemn Wishes. (1d29)[25]Obama Green looks annoying, after checking the wiki. Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness, Just-Break, Labyrinth Wall, Archfiend Soldier Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) And I will set a spell/trap card:Spoiler Hide Just to keep track, here's my trap zone. 1) Face-up heart of the underdog 2) Face-down common charity 3) Face-down heart of the underdog 4) Face-down dark factory of mass instruction 5) Face-down just-break (just set) I'll summon an archfiend soldier in face-up attack position:1900/1500Say goodbye to the face-down on the left, unless it's ridiculous. Oh, right. Drew Labyrinth Wall (0/3000)So I get another card...(1d28)[19] Well, that doesn't change what I'm doing. The card drawn:Spoiler Hide Archfiend Soldier LP: 8000 Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN 1 Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[18](1d40)[25](1d40)[30]2 backups After looking at cards end my turn Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness, Just-Break, Labyrinth Wall, Archfiend Soldier Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Card:(1d27)[4] Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness, Just-Break, Labyrinth Wall, Archfiend Soldier, Gemini Elf Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Reveal Gemini Elf, draw again.(1d26)[24] Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness, Just-Break, Labyrinth Wall, Archfiend Soldier, Gemini Elf, Labyrinth Wall Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Another Archfiend Soldier in face-up attack:1900/1500. Set a spell/trap card face-down. Archfiend attacks the face-down that the other failed. A. Your Archfiend Soldier attacked a Harpies Girl, now dead. Forgot to post this but for the first Archfiend Soldier you played after you play Dark Factory of Mass Production I activated Skull Lair on it and removed Petite Moth, Kazakh, and Fiend Scorpion to kill it End of turn put Media Bat into play Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN 1 Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[6](1d40)[9](1d40)[25] Defense Mode: Media Bat Play Hammer Shot on Archfiend Soldier now dead :Current LP after draw=8500End Turn (1d25)[12]Stupid reviving. Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Mad Dog of Darkness, Labyrinth Wall, Common Charity, Gemini Elf, Labyrinth Wall Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Common Charity (TRAP) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Set a face-down trap/spell card. Spoiler Hide Common Charity Summon Mad Dog of Darkness in face-up attack position:1900/1400. Attacking your other face-down. You attacked a fiend scorpion, now dead. In response to it being put into graveyard I remove it and harpies girl from my graveyard and kill your Mad Dog of Darkness. End of Turn put Harpies Girl into play Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power Claudia - Smoke Ball The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 DRAWN 1 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[29](1d40)[34](1d40)[2] Play face down defense monster card, Harpies Girl in defense position. End Turn. (1d24)[11]I dislike 10char limits. Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Labyrinth Wall, Common Charity, Gemini Elf, Labyrinth Wall Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gemini Elf (creature 1900/900, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Set a face-down trap/spell card. Spoiler Hide Common Charity Summon Gemini Elf in face-up attack position 1900/900Also, hitting your Media Bat with it. Dead. Dead. Current LP:9000 End of turn put Claudia Smoke Ball into play. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 Triangle Power DRAWN Claudia - Smoke Ball DRAWN The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 DRAWN 1 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[25](1d40)[31](1d40)[15] Current LP: 95002 Cards In HandCloudian Smoke Ball into defense position. End Turn. (1d23)[4]10char Spoiler Hide Hand: Gemini Elf, Millennium Shield, Labyrinth Wall, Gemini Elf, Labyrinth Wall Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Summon Gemini Elf in face-up attack position1900/900Also, hitting your puffball, I mean Claudia, with it, and your face down with the other one, if you have one. Both dead face down was a Goblin Calligrapher End of turn put Goblin Calligrapher and Bookish the Frightening Train into play. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 DRAWN 1 Triangle Power DRAWN Claudia - Smoke Ball DRAWN The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 DRAWN 1 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[4](1d40)[13](1d40)[8](1d40)[35] Play Level Limit Area Defense position all monsters. Current LP:10000End Turn. (1d22)[16]Accounting/bookkeeping time:Monsters:Gemini Elf (defense position) x2 (1900/900)Face down (defense position) x1Spoiler Hide Millennium Shield Spells and traps:Heart of the Underdog4 face-downs Spoiler Hide Just-Break Heart of the Underdog Common Charity Spoiler Hide Hand: Luster Dragon, Millennium Shield, Labyrinth Wall, Gemini Elf, Labyrinth Wall Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Tribute Gemini Elf to set a face-down monster. Spoiler Hide Labyrinth Wall LP: 8000Go. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 DRAWN 1 Triangle Power DRAWN Claudia - Smoke Ball DRAWN The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 DRAWN 1 Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell DRAWN Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[36](1d40)[18](1d40)[38](1d40)[24] Current LP:105004 Face-Up Defense Position monsters Human Wave Tactics Solemn Wishes Skull Lair Level Limit Area Face downplayed just now End Turn. (1d21)[14]Pleasepleasepleasegoodcard. Spoiler Hide Hand: Luster Dragon, Millennium Shield, Labyrinth Wall, Gemini Elf, Labyrinth Wall, Luster Dragon Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Set another face-down monster. Spoiler Hide Luster Dragon LP: 8000Go. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 DRAWN 2 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash Level Limit - Area B x2 DRAWN 1 Triangle Power DRAWN Claudia - Smoke Ball DRAWN The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 DRAWN Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering DRAWN Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell DRAWN Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[16](1d40)[34](1d40)[3](1d40)[15](1d40)[21] 11k LP Activate face down Hidden Book of Spell-Return Hammer Shot and Sword of the Soul Eater to Hand Play Sword of the Soul Eater Equipped to Bookish the Frightening Car making its ATK 4500 DEF 500All others are dead. Bokoichi into attack position and attack your face down (the first one you played)After combat resolves if nothing interesting happens end my turn. It was Millennium Shield (0/3000). As you predicted, it's now dead. However, since I can, during your turn, I'll activate both my Common Charity trap cards. I draw four, then remove two Normal monsters (monsters with no ability) from play from my hand.(1d20)[16](1d20)[18](1d20)[8](1d20)[17]Extras:(1d20)[5](1d20)[2] Spoiler Hide Hand: Luster Dragon, Millennium Shield, Labyrinth Wall, Gemini Elf, Labyrinth Wall, Luster Dragon Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Mad Dog of Darkness (creature 1900/1400, no effect) Labyrinth Wall (creature 0/3000, no effect) Millennium Shield (creature 0/3000, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Drawn:Spoiler Hide 16 -- Luster Dragon, 18 -- Labyrinth Wall, 8 -- Just-Break, 17 -- Justice Shield Now for my turn... (1d16)[1]Come on, roll a 16! Spoiler Hide Hand: Luster Dragon, Millennium Shield, Labyrinth Wall, Labyrinth Wall, Luster Dragon, Luster Dragon Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Archfiend Soldier (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Luster Dragon (creature 1900/1600, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Removing Gemini Elf, Mad Dog of Darkness Set something (monster) FD. Spoiler Hide Luster Dragon 3 FD's left. Go. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 DRAWN 2 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash DRAWN Level Limit - Area B x2 DRAWN 1 Triangle Power DRAWN Claudia - Smoke Ball DRAWN The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 DRAWN Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering DRAWN Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell DRAWN Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[15](1d40)[12](1d40)[22](1d40)[30](1d40)[1](1d40)[9] Current LP: 11500Bokoichi attacks most recent face-down. End Turn. Luster dragon: 1900/1600. My draw:(1d15)[14](ROLL 15!!) [QUOTE=Thetas;7394785]Spoiler Hide Hand: Luster Dragon, Millennium Shield, Labyrinth Wall, Labyrinth Wall, Luster Dragon, Insect Knight Spoiler Hide Deck:Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Horse Raider (creature 1900/1200, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Gene-Warped War wolf (creature 2000/100, no effect) Just-Break (TRAP) Just-Break (TRAP) Heart of the Underdog (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Dark Factory Of Mass Production (SPELL) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Insect Knight (creature 1900/1500, no effect) Trap Hole (TRAP) Set something (monster) FD. Spoiler Hide Insect Knight Just realized I have made a mistake somewhere... I have fixed it, though.3 FD's. Go. Spoiler Hide Kazakh DRAWN Dark Factory of Mass Production Fiend Scorpion x2 DRAWN Swords of Revealing Light Hammer Shot DRAWN Bookish the Frightening Car x3 DRAWN 2 Harpies Girl x2 DRAWN Order to Smash DRAWN Level Limit - Area B x2 DRAWN 1 Triangle Power DRAWN Claudia - Smoke Ball DRAWN The Law of The Normal x3 DRAWN 1 Gravity Bind Wall of Revealing Light Backup Soldier Solemn Wishes x2 DRAWN 1 Petite Moth DRAWN Over Limit DRAWN Seizures Armor Goblin Calligrapher x2 DRAWN Order to Charge Skull Lair DRAWN Ground Collapse Media Bat DRAWN Ultimate Offering DRAWN Astral Barrier Hidden Book of Spell DRAWN Human-Wave Tactics DRAWN Sword of the Soul-Eater DRAWN Double Attack DRAWN Obama Green DRAWN (1d40)[15](1d40)[39](1d40)[29](1d40)[20](1d40)[26](1d40)[32] 12K LPBokoichi Attacks the one you tribute the most for. End Turn. You mean the one I tribute done card for? The cards I just Raged were for Common Charity. But in that case, you kill a Labyrinth Wall (0/3000). And really, I have exactly 0 ways to win right now. So good game. ’D *Reveals cards in hand*Triangle Power Ultimate Offering Hammer Shot Order to Smash The Law of the Normal Double Attack

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[NSFW RPG] - Exalted_ The Second Ursurpation(Exalted x Mega Crossovers)

Have you ever believed that, across the stars from our home, there's exist multiple world, know as the "Multiverse"? Well, for those of you dimwitted don't know about it, it's where there are multiple universes that are almost similar to our world, only with a different things. Let's take Creation, the world of Exalted, as an example. In it, there are multiple moment where people began to wondering what would have happened. For example: What if the Unconquered Sun didn't died, what if the Terrestrial was able to find and rescue the Scarlet Empress before she has been fallen to darkness? Well, this story will tell you one of those stories." Um, may I help you mister?" Asked a young merchant boy around the age of 15, having a dark short brown hair, with blue eye, wearing an orichalcum chain shirt underneath his blue coat that has leather belt and cauldron made of leather on his shoulder and a leather pant. Normally, this boy isn't anything special, if it wasn't for the very fact that said boy happened to be the very thing the Terrestrial and, by extensions, the Wild Hunts. This boy is an Eclipse Caste Solar. This boy, whose name is Azure Northern Wind, has been a Solar for a month, evading the Wild Hunt and, in a rare occasion, humiliating them. Beside that, there aren't anything new to him, so he got nothing to worry about. Azure is currently on business at a small village near the lake, far from the town for three days. Azure knew that this week, he would be able to be in peace as he continues his merchant business. But the person in front of him seem to have a plan set for him. After all, the person is a woman with a white long hair tied in twin braid (and still long enough to reach her leg!) and gray eyes, she wore an odd looking dress underneath of her cloak that reach to her knees. Her most prominent feature, Azure noted, is an umbrella that she's holding." Ah yes, I'm actually want to sell something to you." the woman said, making him sigh for a moment before he looks at her." Alright, if it is something that you want to sell, then you can show me what it is." Azure response before staring at her, waiting for her to show him. The woman did nothing but stare at him, before she turned around and leave, making him blinked." Follow me." The woman told him as she keeps walking the street, with Azure scratching his head before he decided to follow her. And so it has begun, one where the match is set, and all pieces has move. For that this is the story of the boy name Azure Northern Wind, also named "Dragon Spirit of the Sun", one who has changed the world into what we shall know now. A story about his action that has brought fort... [The Second Usurpation].... Rules Characters Creation Dice System Origin Makes and sex scene Don't be a dick to each other. This Role play will include anything sexual, including nudity and sex scene if you want to write it. ._. While this series is death-free, you will still be injured and unconscious from the battle. You can either use your OC... Or used the characters from your favorite TV series.(So long as you altered their story a bit so that they fit in this story) Your objective is to help that young Solar and the mysterious woman to expand the kingdom and unite Creations. Including both the Males AND the Underworld.(Two world will only unlock AFTER either Creation is united or the Blessed Isle is conquered. The setting took place before the "Return of the Scarlet Empress" scenario would happen. Name: The name of your OC or the character you want to create. Gender: Do I really need to tell you that? Age: From 14 to whatever years you want. Exalt Type: Solar, Lunar, Abyssal(Anti-Hero?), Infernal(DAFA?), Sidereal or Dragon-Blooded. Caste/Aspect: Depending on the Exalt Type. Appearance: Obviously the appearance of your character. Can be used with a picture. Personality: If it's an OC. Series: If your character happened to be from a TV series, this is where you can tell the rest where your character came from. VA (Japanese): How can they tell how your character voice? By using the voice actor from Japanese! OC only. Role: What role do you want your character to be.(Base building, merchant, fighter, stealth operative, etc.) Roles can be switched if you wanted. From there, you will use the character sheet from Exalted. The dice roll will be different from the Exalted. If you want to make a certain action, you will need to roll a die in order to succeed. In battle, the Dice System is important, as it will ensure your survival in the battlefield. There are four type of dice battle: Attack Roll: Attacking an enemy will be determined by your roll. Damage Avoidance: How much can you avoid from damage, also known as defense roll. Parry: A roll that will determine if you're successful in parry an enemy's attack. Special Roll: Certain battle action, like surprised attack, bait and switch, etc., will be determined by a die. In conjunction with the dice system, there's also an extra roll. The extra roll will increase the chances of being able to roll successfully. For example, you roll a die, and it's said 37, it's not enough to succeed. But if your roll happened to have a +20 or more, it will be increasing your chances of successful roll. However, the extra roll will only be acquired if you have been practicing an action that require a roll in a training. The extra roll foretell your professionally on an action: +0= You're a novice that hasn't done that action. +10= You have been getting a hang of been using that actions. +20= You are a veteran, and your training can back it up. +30= You are an expert to those training, being able to have a higher chance of succession. +40= You are a master in training, and failure can be rare to you. Those five extra rolls will determine on your fate, pick your action carefully. The reasons as to why background history did not appear in the character creation sheet was because telling about your character's past can be spoiler sensitive, and I don't want to know it either, as I want to be surprise from their past too. So, if you wanted to have a scenario where their past reveal, you need to have my permission about it. It should be noted that Makes are allowed in this thread, which can be either Canon or not depending on what you make. As long as it isn't anything that could spoil your character's past. Sex scene on the other hand, can not be written here; instead, it should be written in a thread from the creative forums, divided by three types. No porn logic by the way. Lets this Role play begin! Just to be sure, are there Verses wecannotuse? Also, does the character need to be an Exact? Well, you don't need to be an Exact to join, but it should be noted that if you want to be a non-exalt, it will be difficult for their roles, since they're likely to face an Exact. As for the Verse, unless you have a certain caste and exalt type, you cannot use certain Verses that don't belong from the type of Exalt you are. I... winced at this bit. BlackThief12 said: ↑ For that the boy name Azure Northern Wind, also named "Dragon Spirit of the Sun", is unaware of a grant destiny that he has set. One where he leads... [The Second Usurpation].... Click to expand... Exalted and destiny are not concepts that work well together-both on an in-universe mechanical level (the only set in stone destiny comes from the samsara, which a grand total of five characters have access to, and it still doesn't have to be right), and an out of universe thematic one (Exalted is about how you use your power and the consequences of those choices-saying something was fated to happen completely undermines that). This does still look interesting though. Quick question first-when you say we can use characters from TV series, do you mean literally transplanting them across the multiverse, or Exalted adjusted Creation born versions of them? It's a bit unclear. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ This does still look interesting though. Quick question first-when you say we can use characters from TV series, do you mean literally transplanting them across the multiverse, or Exalted adjusted Creation born versions of them? It's a bit unclear. Click to expand... Exalted adjusted Creation born version. And you can use anybody... Except someone like Santana. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Exalted adjusted Creation born version. And you can use anybody... Except someone like Santana. Click to expand... Why not? If it's a creation born version of Santana he's going to work by creation rules, unless I'm seriously misunderstanding you. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Why not? If it's a creation born version of Santana he's going to work by creation rules, unless I'm seriously misunderstanding you. Click to expand... Well, you got a point. Its just that I'm afraid that people would assume Santana would the same as his original self and make him to his level....... You know, if that happened, then I feel bad to every monster that fight him... Including the Wild Hunt and Keep. Is that how you name him right? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Well, you got a point. Its just that I'm afraid that people would assume Santana would the same as his original self and make him to his level.... ... You know, if that happened, then I feel bad to every monster that fight him... Including the Wild Hunt and Keep. Is that how you name him right? Click to expand... Exalted is one of the few places where Santana might run into issues, actually. Sure, he'd slaughter newbie Exalts and even most experienced ones, but some higher Essence Charms... well, they don't care how tough you are, or how strong and fast you can dodge or attack. And it's Cheap Kojak, though I just call him Ketchup. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Well, you don't need to be an Exact to join, but it should be noted that if you want to be a non-exalt, it will be difficult for their roles, since they're likely to face an Exact. Click to expand... Mortals, even Heroic Mortals, can't really compete with Exalted? Also, how do plan on mechanically showing powers from Did, Fate Stay Night, RUBY, and the rest? Exalted isn't exactly the easiest thing to homebrew and make sure that things don't become too unbalanced. Hell, trying to mix the different types of Exalted in a single party don't usually work because of the differences in strength. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Mortals, even Heroic Mortals, can't really compete with Exalted? Click to expand... Well.... Unless you're THAT badass, I almost doubt it. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Also how do plan on mechanically showing powers from Did, Fate Stay Night, RUBY, and the rest? Click to expand... .... Oh, dear... When I say Creation born character, it does not mean they have powers from that. You alter their background and have some power that are almost similar to that world, like Elemental Bolt that look like Issac's Dragon Shot, etc. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Exalted isn't exactly the easiest thing to homebrew and make sure that things don't become too unbalanced. Hell, trying to mix the different types of Exalted in a single party don't usually work because of the differences in strength. Click to expand... Didn't think that one through. Luckily, I'm away quick to thinks and adapt it. AFTER a grand battle, if their different Exalt that are hard to get along, there's going to be town to be made, one separated for each Exalt types. While there's going to be multiple village each town, there are five main town:Sky Heaven: A place where it's floated on the sky, being held by the mountains as supports, with buildings made of Orichalcum and other mystical material, and a castle that are suited for a king. Made any Celestial beings feel home. Undertown: A blood born-esque town that would make you feel that there's something lurking in the shadow, and with a graveyard that feel ominous, like the dead would suddenly spring back to life, their body being taken over by a different soul, and the castle make you feel that Dracula live there. Suitable for the Abyssal and Liminal Exalt type. Demonic Town: A town full of fierce flame and give off the atmosphere that make you feel like you're in hell itself, as it's located underground; the castle is shape to look as if it's belong to a Demon King, literally. Suitable for Infernal. Dragon Town: This town is for the Dragon-blooded, separate by five district that tell their aspect. The castle is especially made and suited for nobles families, one who does not think others as their superior or inferior. Unity: The main town and the center of the five, housing Azure and the main forces. The castle is the largest, that has many things for others, even the grand table has over 500 seats. Along with a meeting for each leader. There, and there's more to it, but that for later. I'm going to go and give you an info about Azure Northern Wind AND Salome. That doesn't solve the issue of interparty friction and power differences before that- and frankly it wouldn't solve the issue after it. Exalts are too powerful to be content with being told 'you live here, and you live here now', and even if they all did go along with it for some reason... how long would it be before the whole thing dissolved into inter-city warfare? Dividing people up that way is a great way to build tension and mistrust and caste-ism/prejudice. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ That doesn't solve the issue of interparty friction and power differences before that- and frankly it wouldn't solve the issue after it. Exalts are too powerful to be content with being told 'you live here, and you live here now', and even if they all did go along with it for some reason... how long would it be before the whole thing dissolved into inter-city warfare? Dividing people up that way is a great way to build tension and mistrust and caste-ism/prejudice. Click to expand... .... Shiiiiiit.... Although the whole "you live here, and you live here now" won't be in effect, as Azure would give them a choice if they wanted to live here or not. If yes, then Azure or Salome will help you out with making a house. Yes, if you want to live in a place you choose and don't want to have some worker, you can build your own house with Azure's or Salome's house. How do you feel when your boss or leader personally help you with the house? ... That still doesn't address the power differences and to be blunt there is a pecking order in Exalted. Polaroids at the top due the native charms and the larger amounts of Essence they have, next come Sid reals and Lunar, then Dragon-Blooded, and with Mortals at the bottom. Now, don't get me wrong a Dragon-Blooded can compete with a Solar, but generally that's due to one being optimized, and the others isn't even then a Solar is going to outgrow the Dragon-Blooded as they grow in Essence. Here's the info for the two characters: Azure Northern Wind Salome Azure Northern Wind, also known as Dragon Spirit of the Sun, was a merchant with the Eclipse Caste Solar. Although his history as a Solar is currently unknown, he is known for successful evading the Wild Hunt's noticed, using the crowded people and the terrain to his advantage. Despite becoming a Solar, Azure doesn't mind at all, deciding that it doesn't hindrance him at all. The only thing different was that he'll get harassed by the Bandits and weaker Demons being sent to by his rival merchant whom he finds them lethal annoying. Because he has not trained nor awaken his potential, he has only learned five charms, and only two are combat-related. A kind boy, Azure has never killed a person, and has a habit of aiding his customers with their problems, if they let him. Azure, despite being what the Immaculate Order called him the "Deceiver", is incapable of lying to everyone, even himself, due to his Exalted Flaws. And despite his look as a merchant boy (he's 15 Exalted years old), he can prove to be a capable fighter, once seen able to defeat a group of bandits prior to his Exaltation, a rare feat in this world. Salome, a mysterious woman that Azure met, is secretly a Sidereal of Journey from the gold factions, having decided to take matter into her own hand. She, unlike the rest of her colleges, has never relied on with her Sidereal power, nor does she manipulate other people. Having instead decided to find a "Solar who she can trust". Until the day she met Azure, she has never found one who she can trust with her mission. Her motivation, unlike others, was to end all the pain and suffering Creations has been subjected. She believes that a Solar, one who is both kinds and would never harm a person, would be the one who can take the leadership. While she has martial arts skill that was passed down by her mentor figure, she would opt instead to be diplomatic and an advisor for Azure, which normally annoy him. Her skill as a strategy would put nearly on par with Cheap Kojak from his early days. The next post will be about the factions, because we need to know more about what we're about to faces. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ ... That still doesn't address the power differences and to be blunt there is a pecking order in Exalted. Polaroids at the top due the native charms and the larger amounts of Essence they have, next come Sid reals and Lunar, then Dragon-Blooded, and with Mortals at the bottom. Now, don't get me wrong a Dragon-Blooded can compete with a Solar, but generally that's due to one being optimized, and the others isn't even then a Solar is going to outgrow the Dragon-Blooded as they grow in Essence. Click to expand... .... Crud.... Hm, well.... You could start by having any characters you created/used with Celestial type has gotten Exalt before recruited, always started with a small Essence; while the Dragon-blooded can be at any strengths, but there can be only one Dragon-blooded strong enough to teach others, if the characters wanted. Yeah I know, it doesn't solve the issues, but it can be a temporary solution. Um... a Solar with only five charms (and only two of them combat charms) would not find the Wild Hunt annoying. They would find it incredibly lethal for a few brief moments, and then never find it anything ever again. Because they'd be dead. Basically, even if Solar are higher tiered than Dragon blooded? They still needtimeto achieve their potential- a newbie Solar is no match for a single experienced Dragon blood, let alone an entire Wild Hunt. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Um... a Solar with only five charms (and only two of them combat charms) would not find the Wild Hunt annoying. They would find it incredibly lethal for a few brief moments, and then never find it anything ever again. Because they'd be dead. Basically, even if Solar are higher tiered than Dragon blooded? They still need time to achieve their potential- a newbie Solar is no match for a single experienced Dragon blood, let alone an entire Wild Hunt. Click to expand... Oh, Lord!..... Now I'm wondering how the hell did Azure able to humiliate the Wild Hunt and only see them as an annoyance.... Hmm, unless he's doing a lot of crazy things and been skillful with his... Well, now I remember that Azure has two bizarre martial art techniques that are as difficult as trying to do a Sidereal Martial Art as a Terrestrial. Have you ever tried copying your opponent style in a middle of battle? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Oh Lord. .... Now I'm wondering how the hell did Azure able to humiliate the Wild Hunt and only see them as an annoyance.... Hmm, unless he's doing a lot of crazy things and been skillful with his... Well, now I remember that Azure has two bizarre martial art techniques that are as difficult as trying to do a Sidereal Martial Art as a Terrestrial. Have you ever tried copying your opponent style in a middle of battle? Click to expand... Doesn't work. Charms-which are the dangerous parts of Terrestrial/Celestial/Sidereal Martial Arts-take time to learn and require a basic foundation too. You can't learn a Charm without learning its prerequisite Charms (and almost all Charms outside the most absolute basic have them), having enough skill in the right ability, strong enough essence, and putting in between days and weeks of constant effort. Also, with that comparison you basically said he exploded in his first battle. Dragon blooded canlearnSMA under the right circumstances, but trying to actuallyusethem just results in them dying horribly. ... Isn't he only a month old Solar? Because as [DATE REDACTED] said, he shouldn't be able to do that even with 'two bizarre martial art techniques' and that's ignoring that he shouldn't be able to learn something like that at Essence 2 or 3. Also have you tested out the changes you've made to the Dice System and how it interacts with Charms? [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Also, with that comparison you basically said he exploded in his first battle. Dragon blooded can learn SMA under the right circumstances, but trying to actually use them just results in them dying horribly. Click to expand... That'd actually be kinda cool as of a final fuck you attack to wipe out everything nearby with a Glorious Solar Explosion though I think it'd fit Males better. You guys make a point.... If what you say is true.... Then the Northern Wind families must've been a hell of a badass family if they were able to master the "Chameleon Style" and the "Mirror Style" techniques. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ That'd actually be kinda cool as of a final fuck you attack to wipe out everything nearby with a Glorious Solar Explosion though I think it'd fit Males better. Click to expand... I agree with you, about the "Final Fuck You" part. I did once though about Azure pulling off the middle finger to Ketchup, but I scrapped it off as A)That didn't happen yet and B)It's too ridiculous to you guys. Furthermore, I mean, a one-month-old Solar humiliated a Sidereal that has been alive for almost 5k years? Furthermore, I'll be damned if it did happen. BlackThief12 said: ↑ You guys make a point.... If what you say is true.... Then the Northern Wind families must've been a hell of a badass family if they were able to master the "Chameleon Style" and the "Mirror Style" techniques. Click to expand... What do these do? Because if it's anything like what I suspect, these should be capstone Charms to either Celestial or Sidereal Martial Arts. So in other words, MA 5 Essence 3+ or MA 6+ Essence 6+ Charms that require you to learn a dozen or so other MA Charms before them. BlackThief12 said: ↑ I agree with you, about the "Final Fuck You" part. I did once though about Azure pulling off the middle finger to Ketchup, but I scrapped it off as A)That didn't happen yet and B)It's too ridiculous to you guys. I mean, a one-month-old Solar humiliated a Sidereal that has been alive for almost 5k years? Furthermore, I'll be damned if it did happen. Click to expand... ... I have no words. What edition of Exalted is this? Peru said: ↑ What edition of Exalted is this? Click to expand... Seconds, why? Need to check if I have those books, then try and learn Exalted in a day. Azure needs work, that's for sure. However, if the intention is to have a civilization building-style instead of a classic Exalted story with wandering group of heroes...well, mixed exalts types would work. We could try The First Age style again. Alexander said: ↑ Azure needs work, that's for sure. Click to expand... As things currently stand, he sounds like he'll either be a game-ruining GMPC Stu, or get murdered by annoyed players within the first session. Oh, I was going to use him as a puppet, and then hit him with a poison that would publically give him Montezuma's Revenge to an Explosive Degree. But I do that with any GMPC I do not intend to use as a breeding tool for my glorious dynasty.However, if he turns out to be decent, I might just keep using him as a puppet. I like being the power behind the throne. Honestly, the biggest issues are: A Mixed Exalted Group: While a circle can be made up of different Exalted types it should generally only be done by experienced GM who have a good understanding of Exalted as the Chosen do not play nicely with each other. Questionable Mechanical Changes: Have you tested your changes? How do they interact with Charms? Faulty Premise: Azure Northern Wind honestly comes off as a GM-PC to me, and he makes no sense. A starting Solar should not be strong enough to defeat a Wild Hunt singlehanldy ignoring the fact that he did with without killing anyone, apparently. As for 'destiny', [DATA REDACTED]. Peru said: ↑ Need to check if I have those books, then try and learn Exalted in a day. Click to expand... If you need them PM me. Alexander said: ↑ However, if the intention is to have a civilization building-style instead of a classic Exalted story with wandering group of heroes...well, mixed exalts types would work. We could try The First Age style again. Click to expand... While I'm not exactly the biggest fan of it Earth Scorpion's adjustments to Exalted might be our best bet as Exalted doesn't really go into too much on empire building. Or does it? Peru said: ↑ Oh, I was going to use him as a puppet, and then hit him with a poison that would publically give him Montezuma's Revenge to an Explosive Degree. But I do that with any GMPC I do not intend to use as a breeding tool for my glorious dynasty. However, if he turns out to be decent, I might just keep using him as a puppet. I like being the power behind the throne. Click to expand... I'd make a character who was NOT a member of the NONEXISTENT White Veil Society prior to exalting and MOST DEFINITELY DOES NOT KNOW the capstone Charm of their ALSO NONEXISTENT Style. After all, with only five Charms the chances of him being able to avoid death by conversational finger pokeCOMPLETELY NATURAL CAUSES is pretty small. I was kind of tempted to just be a High Int, High Mani, Wood Dragon blooded who was given a sufficient bribe to not give a fuck And by bribe I mean they got my ass drunk, and then introduced me to a really fine lady of the night.Thus, why I am not killing the Abomination. Also, my goals for this game are to sleep with at least two of the following list: Queen Beryl, Madeline Pryor, Cinder Fall, Yang Xiao Long, Satsuma Math, Selene Gallic, Vegan, CIA, or Mitsuki Irish. I have to survive this, or I have failed. I'm thinking about an Infernal whose been tasked by the Thing Infernal to find out what the fuck is going on. Still not sure about the specifics of the build, but I'm thinking Kimberly and maybe Metals for Charms primarily. If we're not being bound too hard by charge-in rules, I'd probably go for a Solar whose answer to every problem is Total Annihilation. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ What do these do? Because if it's anything like what I suspect, these should be capstone Charms to either Celestial or Sidereal Martial Arts. So in other words, MA 5 Essence 3+ or MA 6+ Essence 6+ Charms that require you to learn a dozen or so other MA Charms before them. Click to expand... The Chameleon Style is an MA skill that difficult, but massive paid off. It could allow you to copy other MA skills, even though it doesn't belong to the type you are. For example: A Solar can learn the Infernal Monster Style and vice versa, a Terrestrial can learned the Sidereal Martial Art with little worry. However, there are a conditions to learn it. You had to learn and train in Terrestrial martial art. Simple, right? Well you had to do this as a child, as in, priority to been Exalted. Its insanely brutal as its sound. Then there's its cost. The Chameleon Style cost double the normal cost from the rest, due to the user not been a master of it. Its also tired them out, so the use of the Chameleon Style would only be used as a last resort... Unless you really know you're screwed. Then there's the Mirror Style Technique. Unlike the Chameleons, using the Mirror Style technique means that you're synchronized with your opponents, which is near impossible if you don't know of your enemies, and it's only effective in a one of one duel.If you use on your allied to work together, however... Let's just say synchronize with your allied against a common foe can be easier than doing it on your enemies. Interesting enough, this style can also be used for thing beside fighting, like dancing and stuff... And... Well... It has more potential in bed... The Chameleon Style can be used in bed as well... Peru said: ↑ I was kind of tempted to just be a High Int, High Mani, Wood Dragon blooded who was given a sufficient bribe to not give a fuck And by bribe I mean they got my ass drunk, and then introduced me to a really fine lady of the night. Thus, why I am not killing the Abomination Click to expand... .... What? Peru said: ↑ Also, my goals for this game are to sleep with at least two of the following list: Queen Beryl, Madeline Pryor, Cinder Fall, Yang Xiao Long, Satsuma Math, Selene Gallic, Vegan, CIA, or Mitsuki Irish. I have to survive this, or I have failed. Click to expand... Unfortunately, Yang Xiao Long was taken by Fyodor Issac. So I doubt you'll be able to bed her. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ If we're not being bound too hard by charge-in rules, I'd probably go for a Solar whose answer to every problem is Total Annihilation. Click to expand... How do you solve a math? EXTERMINATION! How do you solve a love triangle? EXTERMINATION! How do you solve a goat problem? EXTERMINATION!... You'll get the point. Yang is too much of a goody two shoes anyway. And is this not in the period where Terrestrials want all the Solar dead? BlackThief12 said: ↑ The Chameleon Style is an MA skill that difficult, but massive paid off. It could allow you to copy other MA skills, even though it doesn't belong to the type you are. For example: A Solar can learn the Infernal Monster Style and vice versa, a Terrestrial can learned the Sidereal Martial Art with little worry. However, there are a conditions to learn it. You had to learn and train in Terrestrial martial art. Simple, right? Well you had to do this as a child, as in, priority to been Exalted. Its insanely brutal as its sound. Then there's its cost. The Chameleon Style cost double the normal cost from the rest, due to the user not been a master of it. Its also tired them out, so the use of the Chameleon Style would only be used as a last resort... Unless you really know you're screwed. Then there's the Mirror Style Technique. Unlike the Chameleons, using the Mirror Style technique means that you're synchronized with your opponents, which is near impossible if you don't know of your enemies, and it's only effective in a one of one duel. If you use on your allied to work together, however... Let's just say synchronize with your allied against a common foe can be easier than doing it on your enemies. Interesting enough, this style can also be used for thing beside fighting, like dancing and stuff... And... Well... It has more potential in bed... The Chameleon Style can be used in bed as well... Click to expand... Okay. First, anyone capable of learning a CMA can learn any CMA-any Solar can learn Infernal Monster style, as can any Lunar, Alchemical, Abyssal, Sidereal, or any Dragon blooded who has enlightenment Charms. Secondly, learning Terrestrial Martial Arts as a child who hasn't Exalted is already something that happens, and it has no special effects. Thirdly, something that simple wouldn't be enough to let a Dragon blooded use a SMA without dying. Sidereal have spent a long time trying, and all they've successfully discovered are a variety of cruel and inventive ways to kill Dragon blooded. Without knowing more about the other I can't comment on it, but if it's as poorly envisaged as this it's also a no-go. Peru said: ↑ And is this not in the period where Terrestrials want all the Solar dead? Click to expand... Yes, and the majority of the Sid reals will want us dead as well. Hence, why I was bribed not to murder the Solar then. I am about as morally bankrupt as I come (Enlightened self-interest motherfucker!) And the Anathema provides me with something I want. Peru said: ↑ Hence why I was bribed not to murder the Solar then. I am about as morally bankrupt as I come (Enlightened self-interest motherfucker!) And the Anathema provides me with something I want. Click to expand... .... What the hell did this Solar bride him (her?) with? BlackThief12 said: ↑ .... What the hell did this Solar bride him (her?) with? Click to expand... He's talking about Azure Northern Wind, I believe. Perfect alcohol, and a high class Whore. Who did the bribing I don't know, but I know it was to see that Azure doesn't get stabbed horribly in the night? Peru said: ↑ Perfect alcohol, and a high class Whore. Who did the bribing I don't know, but I know it was to see that Azure doesn't get stabbed horribly in the night? Click to expand... What about blown up by a five-mile-high pillar of green flame, or fed a radioactive apple? Speaking of Azure,BlackThief12, how are you planning on fixing him so he doesn't violate the rules of the setting? Peru said: ↑ Perfect alcohol, and a high class Whore. Who did the bribing I don't know, but I know it was to see that Azure doesn't get stabbed horribly in the night? Click to expand... He has a Sidereal protecting him so unless you were very lucky any attempt to end his life will most likely go badly for you. Admittedly, I'm ignoring the part where it says 'has never relied on with her Sidereal power' because that makes no sense. I can deal with the Apple. The pillar might be a bit out of this underachievers league. I AM only a Terrestrial. And the whole thing in this game is we are supposed to roll with this fucker. So I was bribed to protect him. I am chronically drunk, like, Grow levels of always drunk, and have zero respect for anything or anyone. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ He's talking about Azure Northern Wind, I believe. Click to expand... I know he's talking about Azure Northern Wind, I'm just wondering what did the bride with? Peru said: ↑ Perfect alcohol, and a high class Whore. Who did the bribing I don't know, but I know it was to see that Azure doesn't get stabbed horribly in the night? Click to expand... Azure is 15, he must've enjoyed his youth the moment how yeah, something I forgot to mentioned in the character sheet. You can give your character an Exalted name in any way you like. And you can make your name in a most badass, unique and understandable way. Take Azure's Exalted name for example: Dragon Spirit of the Sun is something you expect to hear from a boy. Or an Infernal by the name of Soul of the Demonic Dragon. It sounds like you're dealing with an evil version of a Dragon born. Peru said: ↑ I can deal with the Apple. The pillar might be a bit out of this underachievers league. I AM only a Terrestrial. And the whole thing in this game is we are supposed to roll with this fucker. So I was bribed to protect him. I am chronically drunk, like, Grow levels of always drunk, and have zero respect for anything or anyone. Click to expand... ...you're Ten Winds? ... I literally just said. Whoever bribed me did so with Alcohol and a really high class Whore. What is this Bride you keep mentioning >My Exalted name is simple: Natasha. Good luck not getting laughed at asking for it. And who is Ten Winds? Peru said: ↑ ... I literally just said. Whoever bribed me did so with Alcohol and a really high class Whore. What is this Bride you keep mentioning Sgt;Lt; My Exalted name is simple: Natasha. Good luck not getting laughed at asking for it. And who is Ten Winds? Click to expand... This guy: Similar, only I started out a disappointment, I did not turn into one. ... The bribery would imply otherwise if they ever learned of it. The bribery was to make me not do the easy thing, which was report this shit to someone who gives a flying fuck, and have the kid executed. I don't care who I am underachieving for, just so long as I do not need to do any real work. Peru said: ↑ And who is Ten Winds? Click to expand... Long story short, badass dude that can kick a Sidereal's ass. No seriously, he took on a powerful Sidereal and won. Said Sidereal has just curb stomp a Day Caste Abyssal. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Long story short, badass dude that can kick a Sidereal's ass. No seriously, he took on a powerful Sidereal and won. Said Sidereal has just curb stomp a Day Caste Abyssal. Click to expand... He's a ridiculously powerful Elder Dragon blooded. Master of multiple Immaculate Martial Art styles, has contacts with lots of important people, knows far more than he should, contacts with Sidereal, etc....he's basically what you'd get if you played a Dragon blood from Exaltation to the end of their life on a session for session basis, instead of creating one on the rules' basis for XP per year. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ He's a ridiculously powerful Elder Dragon blooded. Master of multiple Immaculate Martial Art styles, has contacts with lots of important people, knows far more than he should, contacts with Sidereal, etc. ...he's basically what you'd get if you played a Dragon blood from Exaltation to the end of their life on a session for session basis, instead of creating one on the rules' basis for XP per year. Click to expand... And this, my friends, is why you don't fuck with Elders. Also, if he's here, he would like to let you know that your business is now his business. Ahh, so the exact opposite of my character. Excellent. So when are character sheets due? Also are using the standard character creation or do we get extra points? And what are you doing to make it, so Azure is no longer a walking violation of Creation metaphysics? HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ So when are character sheets due? Also are we using the standard character creation or do we get extra points? Click to expand... Didn't I already show you the character sheet in the beginning? As for the latter, you get extra points if you used the Exalted characters sheet along with the character sheet. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ And what are you doing to make it, so Azure is no longer a walking violation of Creation metaphysics? Click to expand... Hmm, I may gonna remote and rewrite something about Azure, hang on... Okay, done. And I also altered a bit from the story. If I may, beyond the mechanisms and story inconsistencies, I believe the quest can start on those premises:1) Azure is a young Solar who is super-specialized in diplomacy and bureaucracy. Combat potential is zero, and he hasn't faced a Wild Hunt yet. His Limit Break only damages himself.2) Salome is a Sidereal that decided to use Azure's talent to build a new Realm from the ground up. She's the opposite of Azure, being completely combat focused. She's the one who protect Azure from the Wild Hunts. Furthermore, she is also not as clever as she thinks she is.3) We, the players, are people that noticed this bubbling settlement and decided to participate in its live for our reasons.4) Instead of outright crossover, we use characters as if born in the Exalted verse. What do you think? Also, what does the bolded words mean? What three types and why not in the IC thread itself? Sex scene on the other hand, can not be written here; instead, it should be written in a thread from the creative forums, divided by three types. No porn logic by the way. Click to expand... Alexander said: ↑ If I may, beyond the mechanisms and story inconsistencies, I believe the quest can start on those premises: 1) Azure is a young Solar who is super-specialized in diplomacy and bureaucracy. Combat potential is zero, and he hasn't faced a Wild Hunt yet. His Limit Break only damages himself. 2) Salome is a Sidereal that decided to use Azure's talent to build a new Realm from the ground up. She's the opposite of Azure, being completely combat focused. She's the one who protect Azure from the Wild Hunts. Furthermore, she is also not as clever as she thinks she is. 3) We, the players, are people that noticed this bubbling settlement and decided to participate in its live for our reasons. 4) Instead of outright crossover, we use characters as if born in the Exalted verse. What do you think? Click to expand... This. I like this. Alexander said: ↑ If I may, beyond the mechanisms and story inconsistencies, I believe the quest can start on those premises: 1) Azure is a young Solar who is super-specialized in diplomacy and bureaucracy. Combat potential is zero, and he hasn't faced a Wild Hunt yet. His Limit Break only damages himself. 2) Salome is a Sidereal that decided to use Azure's talent to build a new Realm from the ground up. She's the opposite of Azure, being completely combat focused. She's the one who protect Azure from the Wild Hunts. Furthermore, she is also not as clever as she thinks she is. 3) We, the players, are people that noticed this bubbling settlement and decided to participate in its live for our reasons. 4) Instead of outright crossover, we use characters as if born in the Exalted verse. What do you think? Click to expand... .... That is a brilliant plan, we go with that if no one mind it. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Also what does the bolded words mean? What three types and why not in the IC thread itself? Click to expand... Well, it would be strange to have a AOI, Yuri and normal to mixed, so I'll separate into three, one thread for AOI, other for Yuri and last one for bisexual. As for why not in the IC thread, would you actually mind if you write lemons in the IC? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Well, it would be strange to have a AOI, Yuri and normal to mixed, so I'll separate into three, one thread for AOI, other for Yuri and last one for bisexual. Click to expand... I mean I'm not interested in AOI, but it's not really needed to split them up into separate threads or considered strange to have them in a single thread. As for why not in the IC thread, would you actually mind if you write lemons in the IC? Click to expand... ... I'm not quite grasping your sentence, but I don't mind writing sex scenes in the IC? I've done it before, and I'm reasonably certain that everyone in this thread has as well. It keeps everything in one place and if necessary we can just put them in spoilers with tags to alert others of the content. So... Does this game not allow heterosexuality? Since I see Gay, Lesbian, and Bi, and only three threads. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ I mean I'm not interested in AOI, but it's not really needed to split them up into separate threads or considered strange to have them in a single thread. ... I'm not quite grasping your sentence, but I don't mind writing sex scenes in the IC? I've done it before, and I'm reasonably certain that everyone in this thread has as well. It keeps everything in one place and if necessary we can just put them in spoilers with tags to alert others of the content. Click to expand... I've not written sex scenes, full stop, but I have no issues reading or writing them regardless of the genders of the participants. Peru said: ↑ So... Does this game not allow heterosexuality? Since I see Gay, Lesbian, and Bi, and only three threads. Click to expand... This is Exalted. That's two more options than are usually on offer. I mean, Exalted often focus exclusively on combat, so why not try our hand on other types of challenge? My idea for a character is a Fiend heavy into EB and an absolute lying bastard who would look great as a Teeth cultist. About that, which Yogi are allowed? For NPCs, we can populate the town with characters from the series in the tags. Finally, where in Creation we are? I am completely missing your meaning, I think, @[DATA REDACTED] Peru said: ↑ I am completely missing your meaning, I think, @[DATA REDACTED]Click to expand... Yuri, so much Yuri in Exalted. Alexander said: ↑ My idea for a character is a Fiend heavy into EB and an absolute lying bastard who would look great as a Teeth cultist. Click to expand... Going to dig into Ink Monkey Charms? Peru said: ↑ I am completely missing your meaning, I think, @[DATA REDACTED]Click to expand... In Exalted, everybody is Bi. No exceptions. Right, bucking that trend. I was bribed with Drugs. Asexual. One thing we need to figure out is the tone of this game. Are we going for serious? Comedic? Pornographic? Tragedy? Wish fulfillment? Slice of life? Etc. Alexander said: ↑ About that, which Yogi are allowed? Click to expand... The only Yogi that aren't allowed is Males and Eton Dragons. Cause having an Infernal with psychotic rage and a backstabbing dragon does not end well for us... Except for that Fiend, that one look like the opposite of Azure. Alexander said: ↑ For NPCs, we can populate the town with characters from the series in the tags. Click to expand... Yes, we can do that. Can we add Scuba as a Rash? Alexander said: ↑ Finally, where in Creation we are? Click to expand... A fishing village near the Jade Prison. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ One thing we need to figure out is the tone of this game. Are we going for serious? Comedic? Pornographic? Tragedy? Wish fulfillment? Slice of life? Etc. Click to expand... On both serious AND comedy. Comedy because it could be hilarious to have people living together; serious because this is Exalted, we're bound to do something crazy. Oh yeah, I forgot to mentioned but... Azure's Limit Break cause him to go on a redemption, as the only way for him to Limit Break is to have him break many oaths. BlackThief12 said: ↑ On both serious AND comedy. Comedy because it could be hilarious to have people living together; serious because this is Exalted, we're bound to do something crazy. Oh yeah, I forgot to mentioned but... Azure's Limit Break cause him to go on a redemption, as the only way for him to Limit Break is to have him break many oaths. Click to expand... -BUZZ-Wrong. You can also pick up limit from suppressing your primary virtue or resisting UMI. Also, breaking oaths doesn't give you limit, it just hits you with botches if it's sworn with an Eclipse-equivalent power. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ -BUZZ- Wrong. You can also pick up limit from suppressing your primary virtue or resisting UMI. Also, breaking oaths doesn't give you limit, it just hits you with botches if it's sworn with an Eclipse-equivalent power. Click to expand... UMI? Hm... Didn't see that one coming... BlackThief12 said: ↑ UMI? Hm... Didn't see that one coming... Click to expand... Unnatural Mental Influence. Oh. Okay, factions! We're start by the enemies factions, with me being the commentator: The Realms, the Dragon Empire Abyssal, the Knights of Darkness Sidereal, The Bronze Insurrection Sidereal, The Golden Hope Infernal, the Demonic Warriors Description: The Realms are basically the ruling Empires of Creations, where the Dragon-blooded rules and hunted down the "Anathema", aka the Solar. They're a bunch of idiots who don't know who's right or wrong, doing illegal stuff in their please, and the Nobles are... Do we need to know? Their leader was the Scarlet Empress... Which was missing for five years... Creation is suffering a Civil War between each others, so they're fucked. Religion: The Immaculate Order, they serve as the divinity of Dragons and the believer that the Solar and Lunar as Anathema. Your job? Prove them that Solar and Lunar aren't an asshole. The Abyssal are Legions of Hell, want nothing but the annihilation of Creations. They're packed a serious powerhouse, and the Death lords will make the gods wept. Their leaders are the Newborns, Primordial that have been killed, a feat that are so impossible that it's created the Underworld, and want nothing but revenge. They also the one that put the Great Cursed on the Celestial. Religions: They... Well, their religions depend on whose Death lords they served with. It's complicated. The Bronze Faction of the Sidereal, they want the Solar death because they would turn the world into darkness or some bullshit. They can also see the futures of the mortals...that aren't exalt. Their leader is Cheap Kojak, or Ketchup, an Elder dude way past his prime, can kick your ass and learn a martial art that can kill any beings... Or something like that. Religions: It's safe to say that they believe what they're doing are the Creation's will or something. The Gold Faction of the Sidereal, unlike the Bronze, the Gold want to help the Solar from being hunted. Unfortunately, they seem to be a bit too... Well, let's just say they though that manipulate are a good idea. Their leader is Ayesha Urey, also the leader of the Cult of Illuminated. She pretty much doesn't like Ketchup for manipulating her, which is ironic as she's doing the exact same things to people. Unlike the rest, there are two Sidereal that stood up the most: Soaring Drake of the Star, a nameless Sidereal who is the only one beside Late to who discover the Great Curses, by looking through the Thread of Fate from the past and is researching about it, trying to find a way to break it; and Salome, the Sidereal who has protected Azure from the Wild Hunt, and want to build a new realm from the ground, believing that the only way that there would be peace is by returning Creation to its rightful owner. Religion: Their religion is Neutral at best, but it's depend on their belief. The Infernal are those who sold their own Souls to the Primordial, also known as the Yogi. They want to turn creation into their own world, thinking that it's the only way to free them from their shackles. Their leader is the Yogi, once a Primordial that were imprisoned inside Males. However, among them is a mysterious Defiler who held a grudge toward Azure for an unknown reason. Religions: Like the Abyssal, their religion depends on the Yogi they have been contracted. There are other factions, mostly lesser, but will not be ignored for their potential threat. Character Sheet Charm List Character Info Secondary info Anima Power Attribute Abilities Specialty Merits Flaws Virtues Torment Intimacies Name: Serpent of the Depths (His mother claimed to have been impregnated by one. She was also crazy and a whore, so who know the truth?) Nickname: SER (Only to those he trusts. Which is none, but they don't know it) False Names: As numerous as the stars in the sky. Gender: Male Age: 22 (Appear 18 due to Infernal Exaltation) Exalt Type: Infernal Caste: Fiend Appearance (Real): Spoiler Role: The one willing to do what no one else is willing to do. Motivation: To shame the Scarlet Empire Urge: Corrupt the works of the Solar Exalts so that they benefit the Reclamation (Obsidian) Anima: A black sphere that sucks and devours the surrounding light with a barely visible diatonic figure at its heart. Essence: OOO Personal: 19/19 Peripheral: 33/40 Committee (Personal): 0 Committee (Peripheral): 7 Committee (Total): 7 Willpower: 10/10 Soak: -Bashing: 3 -Lethal: 2 -Aggravated: 0 Health: -0 [ ] -1 [ ] [ ] -2 [ ] [ ] -4 [ ] [ ] Incapacitated [ ] Dying [ ] [ ] [ ] Join Battle: 0 Dodge DV: 0 Parry DV (Clinch): 0 Parry DV (Kick): 0 Parry DV (Punch): 0 Join Debate: 0 Dodge MDV: 0 Parry MDV: 0 While their Yogi masters no longer have the power to directly manipulate the destinies of Creation born, the Fiends still have the power to sanctify oaths in a manner conceptually similar to that of the Eclipse and Moon shadow Exalted, drawing upon their status as agents of the architects of Creation itself. When a Fiend is party or witness to an oath, he may use his anima to sanctify it. The character must touch the other party or those making the pact to seal the agreement. In response his anima burns brightly, swirling with the words and runes by which the Yogi gave him the right to arbitrate such matters. The Exalt spends ten motes of Essence and one point of Willpower to sanctify the oath. Those who break such an oath (including the Exalt himself) will suffer terrible luck from their oath breaking. A number of times equal to the Exalt's Essence at the time he witnesses or agrees to the oath, the oath breaker will horribly botch a critical action. When this happens is up to the Storyteller, but it is always at the worst possible moment. The Exalt needs not even be alive when the curse takes effect—he sanctifies the oath, but Creations itself enforces it. In addition, the Yogis are, in many ways, the personification of in auspiciousness, and they have granted their diplomats the power to remove the burden of existing Eclipse, Moon shadow and Fiend oaths and transfer the penalty for any transgression onto the Yogis, for whom such penalties have no purchase. By committing five motes to a person who has sworn an oath sanctified by an Eclipse Caste Solar, a Moon shadow Caste Abyssal or another Fiend Caste Infernal, the Fiend can free the oath swearer from the effects of violating that oath, but only for as long as the Essence remains committed. The Fiend can end the commitment at any time. Violations of the oath that took place while the Essence was committed will have no effect on the oath breaker, but if he violates the oath again once the Essence is withdrawn, he will suffer the normal effects of violating it. In other words, an oath swearer's continued immunity to the effects of his oath are entirely dependent on the Fiend's continued largesse. This power can also be used to protect one who has sworn an oath sanctified by any deity of the Celestial or Terrestrial Hierarchies or sworn to the Fair Folk. However, a Fiend cannot shield an oath breaker from the effects of breaking the oath unless the oath was sanctified by a being (Exalt, deity or Fair Folk) whose Essence is less than that of the Fiend himself. Also, under no circumstances can a Fiend use this power to circumvent the oaths of surrender that bind the Yogi themselves and their demonic offspring. Fiends, like their Solar and Abyssal peers, are talented generalists and can learn Charms from any type of Exalt or from spirits. The only limitation is that a Fiend can never use any Charm that carries the Holy keyword. She can learn holy Charms as prerequisites to other Charms that are not intrinsically holy, but holy Charms activated by Fiends automatically fail to function. All of a Charm's prerequisites must be purchased before the desired Charm may be purchased. Solar Mirror Charms may be substituted for their counterparts when learning Abyssal Charms. When a Fiend learns a foreign Permanent Charm they are not required to permanently commit the two motes surcharge for using the Charm. As with Eclipse and Moon shadow Caste Exalted, the cost for learning non-Infernal Charms is equal to double the normal cost for a Favored Charm and each such Charm costs an additional two motes to use. Should the Fiend anima power be used to learn a foreign Charm with a Flaw of Invulnerability, the Exalt must always add the Imperfection of the Shadow of All Things to non-native perfect defenses in addition to the already existing Flaw. No Green Sun Prince, even a Fiend, is capable of learning Sidereal martial arts. Finally, Fiends, understandably, are protected by diplomatic immunity in the Yogi realm just as Eclipse Caste Solar are, and they also serve as honored diplomats in both the Underworld and the courts of the Fair Folk. They carry no such immunity in the spirit world, where gods will almost certainly slay Infernal Exalts on sight once they realize what such strange beings are. Effects common to all Green Sun Princes are as follows: -A Green Sun Prince can spend one mote of Essence to cause his caste mark to glow brightly for a scene (as if the character has spent 4–7 motes of Peripheral Essence). -A Green Sun Prince can spend one mote of Essence to cause his anima to clearly illuminate everything within a 10 yard radius for a scene (as if the character has spent 8–10 motes of Peripheral Essence). -A Green Sun Prince can spend one mote of Essence to sense the nearest entry point into the Yogi realm or the nearest pathway that leads to the desert of Evelyne. Strength: OO Dexterity: OO Stamina: OOO Charisma: OO Manipulation: OOO Appearance: OOO Perception: OOO Intelligence: OO OOO Wits: OOO Slayer Archery: Martial Art: Melee: War: Thrown: Malefactor Integrity: -Performance: OOO -Presence: OOO Resistance: OO Survival: Defiler Craft: -Investigation: OO Lore: OO Medicine: Occult: Scourge Athletic: Awareness: O Dodge: -Larceny: OOO -Stealth: OO Fiend -Bureaucracy: OOO -Linguistics: O -Ride: O -Sail: -Socialize: OOO Personal History (Investigation): OO Silver Tongue: Your character is a skilled con artist and inveterate liar. The character gains a two-die bonus to all Manipulation rolls based on deliberate deception. Spies: OO (MOP: Infernal) Unwoven Coadjutor: OO (MOP: Infernal) Hatred (The Realm): You have an unreasoning hatred of a certain thing. This hate is total and largely uncontrollable. You may hate a species of animal, a class of person, a color, a situation, and you constantly pursue opportunities to harm the hated object or gain power over it. Compassion: O Conviction: OOO Temperance: OO Valor: OO The Torment of the Eton Dragon: When an Infernal with an Obsidian Urge accumulates 10 points of Limit, he suffers the Torment of the Eton Dragon. For one full day, the character loses all moral restraint and becomes consumed by the need to engage in his favorite vices. The effects of this curse are identical to the full effects of the Overindulgence Virtue Flaw (see Exalted, p. 105). Worse, the effects of this compulsive debauchery are contagious—anyone who interacts with the Infernal whose Dodge MDV is less than the Infernal’s (Essence + primary Virtue) also suffers from the effects of this Torment, as do any individuals who represent Intimacies of the Infernal and of whom the Yogi disapprove regardless of where such an Intimacy might be when the Infernal is punished. Regardless of when a character is affected by this Torment, the effects last for one full day. Scarlet Realm (Hate) Alcoholic Beverages (Appreciation) Expensive Food (Appreciation) Sex (Great Appreciation) Eton Dragon: 1st Excellency Loom-Snarling Deception Eldritch Secrets Mastery Witness to Darkness Selfishness Is Power (x2) Golden Years Tarnished Black (x2) Bible of Broken Truths Isidora: Indomitable Hedonism Drive Arousing Indelicate Passions Cavorting Pig-Idol (x1: Draw-the-Eye Celebrity Urge) Swain (Rev lid): Factual Determination Analysis Binary Instruction Implementation Shattered Tongue Perfection Alexander said: ↑ If you mean the Urges from them, then it's up to the players to allow enough Limit to gather or not, right? Click to expand... Yeah, that what I meant. Alexander said: ↑ My Fiend idea: Name: Serpent of the Depths (his mother claimed to have been impregnated by one. She was also crazy and a whore) Nickname: SER (only with those he trusts. Which is none, but they don't know it) False Names: As numerous as the stars in the sky. Gender: Male Exalt Type: Infernal Caste: Fiend List of Charms: Eton Dragon: 1st/2nd Excellency Loom-Snarling Deception Eldritch Secrets Mastery Witness to Darkness Selfishness Is Power Golden Years Tarnished Black Isidora: Indomitable Hedonism Drive Arousing Indelicate Passions Cavorting Pig-Idol Swain (Rev lid): Factual Determination Analysis Binary Instruction Implementation Shattered Tongue Perfection Click to expand... That'd a good one, he's in! Though you can use the characters sheet I posted in The introduction too. I'll send you Azure's character sheet as an example in the next post. Alexander said: ↑ Golden Years Tarnished Black Click to expand... Well, shit.-runs away screaming and waving arms-Here the example! Character Sheet Charm List Character Info Secondary info Anima Power Attribute Abilities Specialty Merits Flaw Virtues Flaw Intimacy Name: Azure Northern Wind Gender: Male Age: 15 (26 in earth day) Exalt Type: Solar Caste/Aspect: Eclipse Appearance: He has a dark short brown hair, with blue eye, wearing an orichalcum chain shirt underneath his blue coat that has leather belt and cauldron made of leather on his shoulder and a leather pant. Personality: He's kind, he never resorts to battle unless he has no choice, despite never actually fight the Wild Hunt. Azure have a habit of getting along with others, even if they were enemies, if they stay at his place. He also has the gut to make a merchant business despite being a Solar. His kindness is also his weakness: he's so kind, that he cannot lie or deceive people, making every word he says true. Despite his kindness, he's the most clever boy you'll see, to the point that his cleverness would almost rival like that of a Sidereal. Make you wonder if he could have been a Sidereal. VA (Japanese): I originally choose Toshiyuki Okinawa(AKA, Boris of OPM), but I decided to change it to Jun Fukuyama. Role: Well, he's the dude that lead the settlement, but before that, he used to be a Merchant that don't give a shit about his status as a Solar. Exalted Name: Dragon Spirit of the Sun Motivation: To help people find their own paths Battle Theme: Fighting of the Spirit-Metal Remix Anima: A large blue western dragon, one with wing that shone brilliant, showing the boy's wisdom, its sharp claws show his strength, and its powerful scale show his courage nature. Essence: OOO Personal: 18/18 Peripheral: 20/20 Committee (Personal): 15 Committee (Peripheral): 5 Committee (Total): 20 Willpower: 10/10 Soak: -Bashing: 7 -Lethal: 2 -Aggravated: 5 Health: -0 [ ] -1 [ ] [ ] -2 [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] -4 [ ] [ ] Incapacitated [ ] Dying [ ] [ ] [ ] Join Battle: 0 Dodge DV: 0 Parry DV (Clinch): 0 Parry DV (Kick): 0 Parry DV (Punch): 0 Join Debate: 0 Dodge MDV: 0 When an Eclipse Caste Solar is party or witness to an oath, he may use his anima to sanctify it. The character must shake hands to seal the agreement or touch the hands of those who are party to it. In response, his anima burns brightly, swirling with the words and runes by which Heaven gave him the right to arbitrate such matters. Those who break such an oath (including the Exalt himself) suffer a terrible curse. The Exalt spends 10 motes of Essence and a point of Willpower to sanctify the oath. Those who break it will suffer terrible luck from their oath breaking. A number of times equal to the Exalt’s Essence at the time he witnesses or agrees to the oath, the oath breaker will horribly botch a critical action. When this happens is up to the Storyteller, but it is always at the worst possible moment. The Exalted need not even be alive when the curse takes effect—he sanctifies the oath, but Heaven enforces it. This sanctification may be invoked without cost once the Solar spends 11–15 motes of Peripheral Essence. In addition, Eclipses are protected by ancient pacts with the spirit world, the demon princes and the Fair Folk. Crowned Suns and their companions who are on legitimate business with those beings may not be attacked without just cause (though they may be goaded into attacking and nullifying the oaths). Such creatures must honor the rules of hospitality. Such beings may pretend to be compelled, but ultimately, they cannot attack members of an embassy unless they can provoke the characters into breaking the peace. Strength: O Dexterity: OOO Stamina: OO Charisma: OOO Manipulation: O Appearance: OO Perception: OO Intelligence: OOO Wits: OO Dawn Archery: O Martial Art: OO Melee: O War: Zenith Integrity: O Performance: -Presence: OO -Resistance: OOO Survival: OO Twilight -Craft: OO (Fire, Metal) -Investigation: OOO -Lore: OOO -Medicine: OO -Occult: OO Night -Athletic: OO -Awareness: OO -Dodge: O Larceny: Stealth: Eclipse Bureaucracy: OOO Linguistics: OOO (Eastern-Western Dragon Languages Family, Runes) Ride: OO Sail: O Socialize: OOO Oath of Truth (Bureaucracy): OOO Translating Words no human understand (Linguistics): OOO The Dragon's Wisdom: Your consciousness gives you the ability to help a person from straying their path, making you a mentor without them realizing. You have a social bonus when helping a person. Nature of the True Hero: You have followed your family bloodline's oath: "To be a hero, one must not serve or to be served to anyone, one must know what it means to have a true companion and one must not follow the path of justice nor vengeance, for it will lead you to the path of solitude."; as just, you have a social bonus against Anti-Hero, and a social bonus against a disillusioned hero that have their life crushed from their ideal. Combine with The Dragon's Wisdom, and there will be a chance to reforge their old ideal and learned what its truly meant to be a hero. Oath of Forbidden Lies: You are unable to lied, no matter what, and as such, you're in danger of selling valuable information. Should you lied, a curse will temporary rebuff your power unless you tell the truth, making you vulnerable to anything at the worst possible moment. You are aware of this, as you have experience it before, but you don't care, as you never like lying to people. You can weaponize this particular flaw, by have your victim to swear an oath to you. Compassion: OOO Conviction: OO Temperance: O Valor: OOO His Virtues Flaw has yet to know, however this flaw may be a Compassion Flaw. Merchant (Former Career) Blacksmith (Part-time job) Integrity-Protecting Prank Enemies-Castigating Solar Judgement Irresistible Salesman Spirits Hastening Night's End Fist of Iron Technique There, this is his info, you can tell me if I did something wrong, and I'll try to fix it. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Well, shit. -runs away screaming and waving arms-Click to expand... How bad was that charm? Õ.ó 'Fist of the Day star Style' isn't a single Charm, it's something like ten. Assuming you're referring to Solar Hero Style as a whole, of course. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ 'Fist of the Day star Style' isn't a single Charm, it's something like ten. Assuming you're referring to Solar Hero Style as a whole, of course. Click to expand... First, Ten? As in, Ten Wind? Second of all, I should change that. Edit: Done! BlackThief12 said: ↑ First, Ten? As in, Ten Wind? Second of all, I should change that. Click to expand... No, I mean Solar Hero Style/Fist of the Day star consists of the following Charms: Fists of Iron Technique Sledgehammer Fist Punch Dragon Coil Technique Solar Hero Form Heaven Thunder Hammer Crashing Wave Throw Ox-Stunning Blow Hammer On Iron Technique Shockwave Technique So nine Charms. I couldn't remember exactly how many off the top of my head, so I just said 'about ten'. BlackThief12 said: ↑ How bad was that charm? Õ.click to expand... Spoiler The Eton Dragon is unsatisfied with ruining the present and future. He has to desecrate the past as well. Why else would he invent fate but to spread misery to all time and space? This Charm augments a Manipulation-based social attack targeting one victim (i.e. most likely using Investigation or Presence) in which the Infernal verbally prompts the target to recall positive memories associated with a particular time or subject. “Remember your wedding night?” and “Congratulations on your promotion!” are both examples of valid triggers. The memory need not be wholly positive to be targeted, so long as there is some good part to destroy. The Infernal can word the attack so that it ironically validates the positive nature of the memory while actually calling attention to the negative details surrounding it. Regardless of whether the social attack forces an answer or not, the victim vividly relives the targeted experience within her own mind. Unfortunately for the victim, the Eton Dragon’s power obscures and distorts the fond memory even as she recalls it. If the roll overcomes the target’s MDV, the warlock ruins the memory. If the Storyteller determines the target has no positive memories to recall about the chosen topic, the Charm has no effect. Victims misremember ruined memories in the worst possible light, glossing over or outright forgetting everything good about the experience in question. Everything bad is remembered in exacting and often exaggerated detail. The victim thinks the worst of all other participants in the remembered experience, especially anyone whom she can blame for any harm she suffered (however slight). A mother could misremember her dead son as a lazy good-for-nothing who talked back, forgetting that she also loved him and he loved her. Corrupted memories never introduce outright falsehoods. The mother remembers her son’s laziness because he was sometimes lazy and remembers that he talked back because most children do. She does not remember him torturing small animals because that never happened. Thankfully for the Eton Dragon, everyone is flawed. In that at least, Creation functions as designed. Ruining memories interferes with Intimacies toward the subject of those memories. If the victim has no such Intimacy, then a negative Intimacy instantly forms toward that subject. Any existing positive Intimacy warps into a negative Intimacy. In either case, the victim’s player chooses the Intimacy’s new emotional context, subject to Storyteller approval. For instance, the aforementioned mother may feel resentment toward her son or hatred or contempt. Corrupted memories are an unnatural Illusion effect. The victim can repair her damaged mind by paying one Willpower if she had no Intimacy toward the subject of the memory when the Infernal used Golden Years Tarnished Black or two Willpower if the Charm corrupted a positive Intimacy. This may seem counterintuitive given that a positive Intimacy helps defend against the Charm, but if the accursed magic takes root in spite of this bonus, the feelings turn cancerous and become a liability. The victim can pay this Willpower to heal the memory at the moment the Charm takes root (which also prevents the Intimacy from forming or being corrupted), but if she does not do so, she must wait until externally prompted or provide a compelling Storyteller-approved reason to question the memory. Intimacies formed or corrupted by this Charm do not count against the usual limit a mind can sustain, at least so long as the associated memories remain corrupted. After all, the Eton Dragon wouldn’t want his enemies getting over their misery just because life went on. Once the memory heals, the Intimacy falls away as normal if neglected. Even without such healing, it is still possible to remove the Intimacy through normal means other than neglect. A second purchase of this Charm at Essence 3+ allows it to enhance Performance-based spoken attacks as an alternative to the basic single-target use. In doing so, the Infernal picks a single topic and all listeners react to the Charm as though separately targeted by the address. The corruption mass oratory has no effect on listeners lacking appropriate memories to subvert. And then you have its expansions and follow-up Charms, which are even worse. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Spoiler The Eton Dragon is unsatisfied with ruining the present and future. He has to desecrate the past as well. Why else would he invent fate but to spread misery to all time and space? This Charm augments a Manipulation-based social attack targeting one victim (i.e. most likely using Investigation or Presence) in which the Infernal verbally prompts the target to recall positive memories associated with a particular time or subject. “Remember your wedding night?” and “Congratulations on your promotion!” are both examples of valid triggers. The memory need not be wholly positive to be targeted, so long as there is some good part to destroy. The Infernal can word the attack so that it ironically validates the positive nature of the memory while actually calling attention to the negative details surrounding it. Regardless of whether the social attack forces an answer or not, the victim vividly relives the targeted experience within her own mind. Unfortunately for the victim, the Eton Dragon’s power obscures and distorts the fond memory even as she recalls it. If the roll overcomes the target’s MDV, the warlock ruins the memory. If the Storyteller determines the target has no positive memories to recall about the chosen topic, the Charm has no effect. Victims misremember ruined memories in the worst possible light, glossing over or outright forgetting everything good about the experience in question. Everything bad is remembered in exacting and often exaggerated detail. The victim thinks the worst of all other participants in the remembered experience, especially anyone whom she can blame for any harm she suffered (however slight). A mother could misremember her dead son as a lazy good-for-nothing who talked back, forgetting that she also loved him and he loved her. Corrupted memories never introduce outright falsehoods. The mother remembers her son’s laziness because he was sometimes lazy and remembers that he talked back because most children do. She does not remember him torturing small animals because that never happened. Thankfully for the Eton Dragon, everyone is flawed. In that at least, Creation functions as designed. Ruining memories interferes with Intimacies toward the subject of those memories. If the victim has no such Intimacy, then a negative Intimacy instantly forms toward that subject. Any existing positive Intimacy warps into a negative Intimacy. In either case, the victim’s player chooses the Intimacy’s new emotional context, subject to Storyteller approval. For instance, the aforementioned mother may feel resentment toward her son or hatred or contempt. Corrupted memories are an unnatural Illusion effect. The victim can repair her damaged mind by paying one Willpower if she had no Intimacy toward the subject of the memory when the Infernal used Golden Years Tarnished Black or two Willpower if the Charm corrupted a positive Intimacy. This may seem counterintuitive given that a positive Intimacy helps defend against the Charm, but if the accursed magic takes root in spite of this bonus, the feelings turn cancerous and become a liability. The victim can pay this Willpower to heal the memory at the moment the Charm takes root (which also prevents the Intimacy from forming or being corrupted), but if she does not do so, she must wait until externally prompted or provide a compelling Storyteller-approved reason to question the memory. Intimacies formed or corrupted by this Charm do not count against the usual limit a mind can sustain, at least so long as the associated memories remain corrupted. After all, the Eton Dragon wouldn’t want his enemies getting over their misery just because life went on. Once the memory heals, the Intimacy falls away as normal if neglected. Even without such healing, it is still possible to remove the Intimacy through normal means other than neglect. A second purchase of this Charm at Essence 3+ allows it to enhance Performance-based spoken attacks as an alternative to the basic single-target use. In doing so, the Infernal picks a single topic and all listeners react to the Charm as though separately targeted by the address. The corruption mass oratory has no effect on listeners lacking appropriate memories to subvert. And then you have its expansions and follow-up Charms, which are even worse. Click to expand... .... Thanks to that, I have a plan to counterattack that charm. So, are you going to fix his Charms now? Specify which Charm(s) of Solar Hero style he actually has? [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ So, are you going to fix his Charms now? Specify which Charm(s) of Solar Hero style he actually has? Click to expand... Wait what? Oh! Right, hang on. Done! BlackThief12 said: ↑ Wait what? Oh! Right, hang on. Done! Click to expand... He can't have Solar Hero Form by itself-it has a prerequisite of Sledgehammer Fist Punch and Dragon Coil Technique, which themselves have a prerequisite of Fists of Iron Technique. It also needs Martial Arts 4. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ He can't have Solar Hero Form by itself-it has a prerequisite of Sledgehammer Fist Punch and Dragon Coil Technique, which themselves have a prerequisite of Fists of Iron Technique. It also needs Martial Arts 4. Click to expand... Oh, my bad. I already fix it. Also, I have made a Charm that can counter the Golden Year Tarnished Black charm, want to hear it? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Oh, my bad. I already fix it. Also, I have made a Charm that can counter the Golden Year Tarnished Black charm, want to hear it? Click to expand... Not really, to be honest. It's generally a bad idea to come up with Charms specifically to counter a single other Charm-the utility's too limited. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Not really, to be honest. It's generally a bad idea to come up with Charms specifically to counter a single other Charm-the utility's too limited. Click to expand... Then asked me this: have you ever thought about making a charm that is a total opposite of the other charm? Name: Selene Spoiler Caste: Zenith Essence: 4 (14 points)Willpower: 10 (19 points)Motivation: Find redemption for my sins Compassion: 3 (Primary, Red Rage of Compassion)Conviction: 3Temperance: 1Valor: 2Appearance: 5Charisma: 3Manipulation: 3Dexterity: 5Strength: 2Stamina: 2Intelligence: 2Perception: 3 Wits: 2Favored Abilities Athletics: 2 Awareness: 2Martial Arts: 5Socialize: 2Lore: 1Caste Abilities Integrity: 2Performance: 4Presence: 4Resistance: 1Survival: 0Other Abilities Dodge: 1Ride: 1Performance2nd Performance ExcellencyPresence2nd Presence Excellency Martial Artist Martial Arts Excellency Infinite Martial Arts Mastery Black Claw Style Open Palm Caress Torn Lotus Defense Flexing the Emerald Clawback Claw Form Storm Calming Embrace Doe Eyes Defense Table-Turning Reversal (22 points)Outrage-Kindling Cry (25 points)Heart-Ripping Claw (28 points)Flaws Dark Secret (The fall of a house +5 Points)Vice (Sweet and sugary food +5 Points)History Selene was an exalted member of a small and minor Dragon blooded House, who was going to be married off to secure an alliance and raise her family's status. During the trip to meet her groom-to-be for the first time she and her escorts were attacked by bandits led by a Dragon blooded (from a rival house who wished to interrupt the marriage and shame her house), and Selene Exalted as a Solar rallying her guards in once last effort to fight off the attackers. Knowing she couldn't return home, Selene fled and shortly after encountered an Infernal who was acting as an advanced spy for the Reclamation. The Infernal saw the young Solar as a potentially useful pawn, and agreed to shelter her and train her. He taught her Black Claw style, cementing Selene's loyalty with bonds of love, and then sought to make sure she had nowhere else to turn by tasking her to kill her family. Though tormented by the idea, the love she had for her teacher won out and under his guidance she did just that. Over a period of weeks Selene hunted down and killed every member of her family, every death breaking her heart that bit more, until at last only her parents were left. Knowing that Selene wouldn't be able to defeat both her Dragon blooded parents alone, the Infernal went with her to kill them. Her parents were lured away from any possibility of help, and together Selene and the Infernal fought and killed them- and as the last blow fell and life faded from her parents eyes, Selene entered limit break. Caught off guard and already weak, her teacher was unable to survive her rage despite employing the capstone Charm of Black Claw against her, and once her madness faded all Selene could do was weep-knowing that she personally had killed everyone she'd ever loved. The following weeks she spent wandering aimlessly, barely avoiding the Wild Hunt, before a mysterious woman appeared before her and told her if she wished to redeem herself she should go to a certain town and find a certain boy, and aid him. Having no other goal or reason to live, Selene decided to do so. PersonalitySelene is naturally naive and trusting, tends to be very energetic and lively, and has poor impulse control-especially where sweets are concerned. Despite this carefree and cheerful nature, however, her post-Exaltation experiences have still left their scars-how much of the way she acts is her true self and how much is simply her going through the motions of her old personality to help deal with her pain is something not even Selene herself knows. IntimaciesEverything is Alright (Desperate Self Delusion)My Family (Sorrow and Regret)Sweet and Sugary Food (Lust)The Realm (Fear and Caution)The Teacher I Betrayed (Eternal Sorrowful Love) BlackThief12 said: ↑ Then asked me this: have you ever thought about making a charm that is a total opposite of the other charm? Click to expand... That's not the same thing, and it can be useful, but in this case it's equally horrifying-forcing someone to relive a bad memory and twisting it so they remember it as a good one. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ That's not the same thing, and it can be useful, but in this case it's equally horrifying-forcing someone to relive a bad memory and twisting it so they remember it as a good one. Click to expand... That where it's going different: instead of twisting it, the user would conform the victim. Its also useful against victim that were affected by the Golden Years Tarnished Black, as it will cause the victim to also remember the positive moment without forcing them. However, it won't work on an Infernal with the GTB, as they're immune to it; but having this charm make you immune to GTB, as the charm would be activated if they begin to remember only a negative moment of their memory. In short, very fucking useful and very fucking valuable. BlackThief12How are you handling craft And incoming PM. Peru said: ↑ BlackThief12 How are you handling craft And incoming PM. Click to expand... Where else would you think Azure gotten the Orichalcum chain shirt? And you can put your character in this Thread, so long as you don't add your character's background history. BlackThief12 said: ↑ That where it's going different: instead of twisting it, the user would conform the victim. It's also useful against victim that were affected by the Golden Years Tarnished Black, as it will cause the victim to also remember the positive moment without forcing them. However, it won't work on an Infernal with the GTB, as they're immune to it; but having this charm make you immune to GTB, as the charm would be activated if they begin to remember only a negative moment of their memory. In short, very fucking useful and very fucking valuable. Click to expand... In that case, I stand by my opinion: far too situationally specific, especially when you could make a more general UMI clearing/resisting Charm (worth noting: any Charm along those lines would probably be a reasonable way into a tree). And using it on others is even less useful, as how are you meant to know they've been hit with UMI at all, and if you do know they have that it's this specific Charm? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Where else would you think Azure gotten the Orichalcum chain shirt? And you can put your character in this Thread, so long as you don't add your character's background history. Click to expand... Is it a problem that I did that? [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ In that case, I stand by my opinion: far too situationally specific, especially when you could make a more general UMI clearing/resisting Charm (worth noting: any Charm along those lines would probably be a reasonable way into a tree). And using it on others is even less useful, as how are you meant to know they've been hit with UMI at all, and if you do know they have that it's this specific Charm? Click to expand... Just because they have that, does not mean they're immune to itself. It only immune anything negative, but not completely. If they're memory are full of negative, they're being affected by it. Unfortunately, because of that, they can be affected by the charm, since it use on positive moments, and only if the victim is willing to tell them of their past. Of course, it haven't heard of about this, due to the fact that the charm was made by Azure, who didn't know that he can't create a charm... How the hell did he was able to make one without realizing it is something even I don't know. Good news is, when this series begins, Azure has found out about this.... Which make him feel guilty, since Azure doesn't like using people for his own deed. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Is it a problem that I did that? Click to expand... No, but it does spoil, since I want people to make it feel like mysterious to each, not trusting each other, but work together nevertheless. Then, as the series progress, they become friends, with them telling of their past to each others. That the kind of thing, it also has to do with me wanted to be surprise and all. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Just because they have that, does not mean they're immune to itself. It only immune anything negative, but not completely. If they're memory are full of negative, they're being affected by it. Unfortunately, because of that, they can be affected by the charm, since it use on positive moments, and only if the victim is willing to tell them of their past. Of course, it haven't heard of about this, due to the fact that the charm was made by Azure, who didn't know that he can't create a charm... How the hell did he was able to make one without realizing it is something even I don't know. Good news is, when this series begins, Azure has found out about this.... Which make him feel guilty, since Azure doesn't like using people for his own deed. Click to expand... I'm... sorry, but I can't make heads or tails of what you'e trying to say here. The grammar is just incomprehensible. BlackThief12 said: ↑ No, but it does spoil, since I want people to make it feel like mysterious to each, not trusting each other, but work together nevertheless. Then, as the series progress, they become friends, with them telling of their past to each others. That the kind of thing, it also has to do with me wanted to be surprise and all. Click to expand... Well, you sort of need to know. You're the GM- if you don't know about it, how are you supposed to incorporate peoples backstories? [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ I'm... sorry, but I can't make heads or tails of what you'e trying to say here. The grammar is just incomprehensible. Click to expand... Yeah, I'm not good at explaining thing. But to make it short, Azure accidentally made a charm that is a total opposite of GTB, but because that he was unaware that he can create, no one doesn't know about it. Good thing that Azure found out about this a few days after he bought the settlement and before the story begin. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Well, you sort of need to know. You're the GM- if you don't know about it, how are you supposed to incorporate peoples backstories? Click to expand... Hmm.... You kinda have a point.... Alright then... I guess the background are allowed. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Yeah, I'm not good at explaining thing. But to make it short, Azure accidentally made a charm that is a total opposite of GTB, but because that he was unaware that he can create, no one doesn't know about it. Good thing that Azure found out about this a few days after he bought the settlement and before the story begin. Click to expand... Yeah... no. Just... no. So many noes I can't even put it into words. Creating an entirely new Charm is fine, if a bit unlikely for a newbie Solar. Creating a new Charm accidentally impossible, but is still definitely beginning to push it. Creating a new Charm accidentally as a newbie Solar, that just happens to be the perfect counter for another Charm you've never heard of and have no reason to be trying to prepare yourself (subconsciously or consciously) to face, and that Charm is something you're about to run into? When the Charm you're making should probably be at least three Charms deep into a tree and require more ability dots than Azure has (depending on how the Charm works it'd most likely be either Medicine, Integrity or Presence, and 1/2 dots isn't enough)? No. Seriously, no. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Yeah... no. Just... no. So many noes I can't even put it into words. Creating an entirely new Charm is fine, if a bit unlikely for a newbie Solar. Creating a new Charm accidentally is possible, but is still definitely beginning to push it. Creating a new Charm accidentally as a newbie Solar, that just happens to be the perfect counter for another Charm you've never heard of and have no reason to be trying to prepare yourself (subconsciously or consciously) to face, and that Charm is something you're about to run into? When the Charm you're making should probably be at least three Charms deep into a tree and require more ability dots than Azure has (depending on how the Charm works it'd most likely be either Medicine, Integrity or Presence, and 1/2 dots isn't enough)? No. Seriously, no. Click to expand... ..... Maybe... I should remove that.... How about that charm being created during the series?Oh, that'd remind me. You should add your character's VA. BlackThief12 said: ↑ How about that charm being created during the series? Click to expand... What about you don't worry about creating a counter for every possible Charm that could, and I stress could, pose a problem later on? Because at that point you need an absolute defense against even a simple First Excellency, because even just rolling enough successes is enough to convince someone to do something. Alexander said: ↑ What about you don't worry about creating a counter for every possible Charm that could, and I stress could, pose a problem later on? Because at that point you need an absolute defense against even a simple First Excellency, because even just rolling enough successes is enough to convince someone to do something. Click to expand... Yeah, I guess you're right. Anyway, want to start the series? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Yeah, I guess you're right. Anyway, want to start the series? Click to expand... if you want to. Oh, I improved my character sheet: tell me if there is something you want me to change. Alexander said: ↑ if you want to. Oh, I improved my character sheet: tell me if there is something you want me to change. Click to expand... Seriously, I feel like you wanted to have your character to be a total opposite of Azure. Even the Anima! Seriously, I'm starting to like him. I feel like those two would get along. Anyway, I'll message you when I post it. Okay, it's start happening! Hello? Still reading all of Exalted. We kinda need a start point for our characters. Where they are at the beginning-just entering the area? Already there? Have already met Azure? Also, more info on the location, like where roughly in Creation it is, climate, etc., etc. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Hello? Click to expand... You did things too quickly, and with few players involved. Slow down. Alexander said: ↑ You did things too quickly, and with few players involved. Slow down. Click to expand... This too. Sorry! Anyway, they're all in the carriages. So is homebrew allowed? How many EXP over creation value are we making at if any. I missed it if it was mentioned. Peru said: ↑ How many EXP over creation value are we making at if any. I missed it if it was mentioned. Click to expand... I just made a standard charge-in character using 2.5 Errata rules, personally, but if we're allowed more I'd be happy to adjust it up. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ So is homebrew allowed? Click to expand... Yep. You need a time of your life! Also, watch out if you're trying to manipulate Salome or Azure. Salome is a tricky woman while Azure can tell whatever or not you are what you say. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ I just made a standard charge-in character using 2.5 Errata rules, personally, but if we're allowed more I'd be happy to adjust it up. Click to expand... You are allowed to do more or whatever you wanted. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Yep. You need a time of your life! Also, watch out if you're trying to manipulate Salome or Azure. Salome is a tricky woman while Azure can tell whatever or not you are what you say. Click to expand... I don't need to manipulate anyone-after a few battles, chances are everybody in the Circle will be in love with Selene. Also, how? He doesn't have Judge's Ear Technique....or the prerequisites Charm for Irresistible Salesman Spirit or Enemy Castigating Solar Judgement, now I think about it. Or enough Presence dots to get the first. And he's short on Charms, Ability dots, and Essence for Hastening Night's End. BlackThief12 said: ↑ You are allowed to do more or whatever you wanted. Click to expand... I might add a few more utility-is or basic necessity Charms then. *cough* An answer to my question would be awesome, from the Storyteller. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Also, how? He doesn't have Judge's Ear Technique Click to expand... He doesn't need one to know that, when it comes to Merchant Business, there's one thing that Serpent needs to have to fool him: A supply that would use for profit. Does Serpent happen to have a supply for that? [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ ...or the prerequisites Charm for Irresistible Salesman Spirit or Enemy Castigating Solar Judgement, now I think about it. Or enough Presence dots to get the first. And he's short on Charms, Ability dots, and Essence for Hastening Night's End. Click to expand... .... Err....... I should've known... Alright, I'll be going with terrifying Argent Within that case. BlackThief12 said: ↑ He doesn't need one to know that, when it comes to Merchant Business, there's one thing that Serpent needs to have to fool him: A supply that would use for profit. Does Serpent happen to have a supply for that? .... Err.... ... I should've known... Click to expand... Black, why don't you just make a Character Sheet instead of arbitrarily decide what your characters can or cannot do? We can't keep pointing out holes as big as a house. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Alright, I'll be going with a Terrifying Argent Witch in that case. Click to expand... Okay... Alexander said: ↑ Black, why don't you just make a Character Sheet instead of arbitrarily decide what your characters can or cannot do? We can't keep pointing out holes as big as a house. Click to expand... Yeah, good thing I'm in middle of one for Salome. Here Salome's info! Character Sheet Charm list Primary Info Secondary info Attribute Abilities Specialty Flaw Fate Virtues Name: Salome Age: 32 (She looks to be around twentieth) Exalt Type: Sidereal Caste/Aspect: Battle Appearance: She has a white long hair tied in twin braid, but still long enough to reach her leg, and gray eyes, she wore an odd looking dress underneath of her cloak that reach to her knees. Her most prominent feature is an umbrella that she's holding. Personality: She's... A bit of a mystery, no one know her true personality, only her cold expression and strange aura surrounding her being. Despite that, she seems to be aware to a few things. VA (Japanese): Mizuki Swashing Role: She's Azure advisor, who thought she is cleverer than Azure. Exalted Name: The Young Star Motivation: ??? Battle Theme: Beyond the Destiny Anima: Her Anima is that of a maiden, one with wisdom. Essence: OOO Personal: 20/20 Peripheral: 20/20 Committee (Personal): 5 Committee (Peripheral): 4 Committee (Total): 9 Willpower: 10/10 Soak: -Bashing: 12 -Lethal: 15 -Aggravated: 10 Health: -0 [ ] -1 [ ] [ ] [ ] -2 [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] -4 [ ] [ ] Incapacitated [ ] Dying [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] Join Battle: 5 Dodge DV: 2 Parry DV (Clinch): 1 Parry DV (Kick): 5 Parry DV (Punch): 3 Join Debate: 7 Dodge MDV: 3 Strength: OOO Dexterity: OO OOO Stamina: OOO Charisma: OO Manipulation: OOO Appearance: OO Perception: OOO Intelligence: OO Wits: OOO Journey Resistance: OOO Sail: OO Survival: OOO Throw: OOO Secret Investigation: OOO Larceny: OO Lore: OOO Stealth: OOO Serenity Craft: OO Dodge: OOO Linguistic: OOO Performance: OOO Socialize: OOO Endings Awareness: OOO Bureaucracy: OOO Integrity: OOO Martial Art: OOO Medicine: OOO Battle Archery: OO Athletic: OOO Melee: OOO Presence: OOO War: O ??? The Man who travel alone (Compassion): Salome, unlike others, is a woman who has an actual goal, never think people as expendable pawn as she carefully chooses any person she needs. The only problem is her naive nature to think she could win without having to sacrifice a person, and would away ruin her plans to save one important man. Partial Control: She can avoid a large battle and make a contingency plan on a go. No Control: Salome would be force to save the people should the situation call for it. Duration: For a single battle Limit Break: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] Compassion: OOO Conviction: OO Temperance: O Valor: OOO Awareness, the crow Prior Warning Expected Pain Lore, The Treasure Love Systematic Understanding of Everything Methodology of Secret Martial Art, The Sword Secret of Future Stride Joy in Adversity Stance Flight of Mercury Blade of the Battle Maiden Jeez, I think I over did it here. I may need help with editing Salome in a way that would suit her the most to you guys. Er... how are you calculating her DV's (and Azure's)? Because whatever you're doing, it'sdefinitelynot right. You're also missing some prerequisite Charms in her MA block (and are behind on skill dots too). Her essence pools aren't right either, and you say you have essence committed without specifying to what. Oh, and her health levels are wrong too, as is her soak. In fact, I'm just going to flat out ask: have you ever even played a game of Exalted before? [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ In fact, I'm just going to flat out ask: have you ever even played a game of Exalted before? Click to expand... .... No, but I'm kinda wondering how, since I only use my phone. But I did read a quest related to it. ... Well! I'm out. Inexperienced GM who has ignored me? Fuck this. Best of Luck, but my patience threshold has been passed. BlackThief12 said: ↑ .... No, but I'm kinda wondering how, since I only use my phone. But I did read a quest related to it. Click to expand... ... I'm just going to stand out of the way for a moment whilst I re-calibrate my brain. Excuse me. Peru said: ↑ ... Well! I'm out. Inexperienced GM who has ignored me? Fuck this. Best of Luck, but my patience threshold has been passed. Click to expand... Didn't I tell you that you're in? I have asked you a question, and you ignored it two separate times. Peru said: ↑ I have asked you a question, and you ignored it two separate times. Click to expand... Wait really? When? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Wait really? When? Click to expand... Peru said: ↑ How many EXP over creation value are we making at if any. I missed it if it was mentioned. Click to expand... ... Maybe you should try playing a game of Exalted before trying to run it? HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ ... Maybe you should try playing a game of Exalted before trying to run it? Click to expand... You got a point, but how can play it with just my phone? And to answer that question:10 EXP for each building being build5 EXP per on. In-game minutes of training15 EXP for each victory on the battlefields And 10 EXP for each person you help BlackThief12 said: ↑ You got a point, but how can play it with just my phone? Click to expand... ... Wait, you didn't figure out how you were going to run the game first before trying to recruit people for it? And to answer that question: 10 EXP for each building being build 5 EXP per on. In-game minutes of training 15 EXP for each victory on the battlefields And 10 EXP for each person you help Click to expand... ... No, just no. I return, brain reset! BlackThief12 said: ↑ You got a point, but how can play it with just my phone? And to answer that question: 10 EXP for each building being build 5 EXP per on. In-game minutes of training 15 EXP for each victory on the battlefields And 10 EXP for each person you help Click to expand... ...just clearly not reset enough.-face wall-I... can't even put into words how little you clearly understand the system here, and from what I've seen that carries over to every other part of the system, and the setting as a whole. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ I... can't even put into words how little you clearly understand the system here, and from what I've seen that carries over to every other part of the system, and the setting as a whole. Click to expand... Fortunately, I did understood the system enough through a quest that I read once. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ ... Wait, you didn't figure out how you were going to run the game first before trying to recruit people for it? Click to expand... I was merely joking.-_- BlackThief12 said: ↑ Fortunately, I did understood the system enough through a quest that I read once. Click to expand... No. You very, very, veryclearly don't understand it. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ No. You very, very, very clearly don't understand it. Click to expand... .... Well, not that enough, but I did research. BlackThief12 said: ↑ .... Well, not that enough, but I did research. Click to expand... Whatever you did, I'm afraid it quite evidently wasn't anywhere near enough. You don't even know how some of the most basic mechanical aspects of the game (DV's, XP, limit...) work. BlackThief12 said: ↑ .... Well, not that enough, but I did research. Click to expand... How? How did you research it? HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ How? How did you research it? Click to expand... Er... A lot, like reading wiki, finding anything that could tell me about that, etc. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ Whatever you did, I'm afraid it quite evidently wasn't anywhere near enough. You don't even know how some of the most basic mechanical aspects of the game (DV's, XP, limit...) work. Click to expand... WHAT!?*Ahem*It has been a long time since I last decided to use an Exalted Dice System. Fuck it, let me edit it. BlackThief12 said: ↑ Er... A lot, like reading wiki, finding anything that could tell me about that, etc. Click to expand... Have you at least read the core book? BlackThief12 said: ↑ Er... A lot, like reading wiki, finding anything that could tell me about that, etc. WHAT!? *Ahem* It has been a long time since I last decided to use an Exalted Dice System. Fuck it, let me edit it. Click to expand... The absolute minimum I'd suggest to play-not GM, play- a game of Exalted is to buy the Core book, read through it cover to cover two or three times, make a couple of characters whilst constantly referencing it, and then put them through a mock battle or two with one another. To GM, you're going to need another half dozen or so books and a lot more investment of time and planning above that. HeWhoWasMarduk said: ↑ Have you at least read the core book? Click to expand... Yeah, thought I may re-read it. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ The absolute minimum I'd suggest to play-not GM, play- a game of Exalted is to buy the Core book, read through it cover to cover two or three times, make a couple of characters whilst constantly referencing it, and then put them through a mock battle or two with one another. To GM, you're going to need another half dozen or so books and a lot more investment of time and planning above that. Click to expand... Okay, thanks. [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ The absolute minimum I'd suggest to play-not GM, play- a game of Exalted is to buy the Core book, read through it cover to cover two or three times, make a couple of characters whilst constantly referencing it, and then put them through a mock battle or two with one another. Click to expand... Pretty much this as Exalted is by no means a beginner-friendly RPG. To GM, you're going to need another half dozen or so books and a lot more investment of time and planning above that. Click to expand... If you just want to a single splat you just need their book and the core book though. I was not asking about EXP gain. I was asking if we are making at creation cost, or if we are making at a higher level. Peru said: ↑ I was not asking about EXP gain. I was asking if we are making at creation cost, or if we are making at a higher level. Click to expand... Oh, yeah, we're making at Creation cost. ... In case it needed to be said: I'm out. Same. Sadly thirded. You need to show what dice system you are using. Which includes which die. Might I suggest running something without a system, or using a loose COA system for your next game, until you Master the one you want to run? Use the Worm COA, and I'm there. On that note. I am running a Worm game soon, it's in the main Pop, you are all welcome. I'd suggest actually playing the game you want to GM before trying to run a game, and that you don't try and add entirely new (and unnecessary) elements to settings that you pretty obviously don't understand very well. When I mentioned whenever or not you want to add, if you all don't want it, I won't add that system. Thought I can see why, what with the ludicrous overpower abilities and stuff. Thought, it should be noted that it was meant to be like that because, the Primordial Exalt are base with actual Primordial essences.... If it actually makes sense to you. So with that in mind, I won't add the Primordial systems. BlackThief12 said: ↑ When I mentioned whenever or not you want to add, if you all don't want it, I won't add that system. Thought I can see why, what with the ludicrous overpower abilities and stuff. Thought, it should be noted that it was meant to be like that because, the Primordial Exalt are base with actual Primordial essences.... If it actually makes sense to you. So with that in mind, I won't add the Primordial systems. Click to expand... I repeat: [DATA REDACTED] said: ↑ I'd suggest actually playing the game you want to GM before trying to run a game, and that you don't try and add entirely new (and unnecessary) elements to settings that you pretty obviously don't understand very well. Click to expand... So please, stop. You're not helping yourself.

[NSFW RPG] - Exalted_ The Second Ursurpation(Exalted x Mega Crossovers)|rating:2.0

Resisting his Daughter (Open for 1F)

Looking for someone to play the daughter and slowly seduce Jason. He won't give in to her easily because it is so wrong to do.... Normally my posts aren't this long, but I wanted to set the stage.-----Jason was a leg man. He couldn't keep his eyes from a woman's legs. The outline of muscles in a woman's legs when she wore high heels drove him crazy. In fact, his lust for women’s legs was the reason he was so successful in his shoe company’s newest venture – women’s erotic shoes. Jason stood and walked to the small bar in his home office. He poured himself two fingers of scotch and decided he could take a small break from the day. He sat back down at his desk and pulled up a few erotic leg fetish websites.---His own legs had gotten him through college - he had a full-ride on a track and field scholarship at an Ivy League school. Furthermore, he was fast, could jump high, and was smart. He began to build this business then, back in college, as he ran his way through a BS and a graduate degree - finally becoming a PhD in mechanical engineering. Furthermore, he took apart his running shoes, and designed better ones so he could run faster. His dissertation got him his first job designing shoes for a large consumer shoemaker. It wasn't good enough for Jason. The materials weren't high enough quality - they made him cut corners. The shoes simply weren't good enough. He split off from that first company and started his own. His new business made shoes for high-end sports clients. Sure - they claimed they used Nike - but they really used Jason's shoes while on the field. Years later, Jason succumbed to a rising desire inside of him, finally admitting to himself he had a leg fetish. It got the best of him, and he began to design shoes to accent a woman's leg's natural beauty, causing all the right muscles to tighten as they were worn. His business's new focus was designer high heels. His clients - The Hollywood elite, Models, and wealthy would pay ridiculous amounts of money for erotic, sexy shoes that were specifically designed to show off the female form. The leg, calf, ankle and foot.---Jason looked at the screen of his computer and noticed it was 4:45 pm. He took another swig of his scotch and leaned back into his chair. His slacks were open, his boxers tucked under his scrotum, and his cock was fully engorged. It had been too long since he had been with a woman, and far too long since he had been in love. At 44, he had been a widow for 15 years, and had been a single dad for all of those 15 years. His 18-year-old daughter was the pride of his life. And she would be home soon, but he still had enough time. He decided he still had time to cum before she got home from cheerleading practice, so he began to stroke himself harder and faster as he paged through the pictures of men fucking women with incredible, long, sexy legs. The pressure in his balls rose, and he could feel the first twitches of an impending orgasm. He could feel his skin flush, and he began to lightly sweat as his orgasm raced towards completion. He felt the semen began to build and knew he was just seconds from exploding all over his chest. Furthermore, he leaned back, and at that moment heard the key clanking in the front door. Furthermore, he scrambled to stuff himself back into his pants and make himself look presentable as he also fumbled to close the website he was looking at. Seconds later, his 18-year-old daughter appeared in the doorway of his home office. She was still wearing her high school cheerleader uniform and looked as if she had a hard workout this afternoon. “Hi Daddy.” She bounced over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek and a hug then ran off towards the front stairs as she said, “I’m going upstairs to shower. See you for dinner.” Something in Jason clicked inside him. Maybe it was his aroused state, but he suddenly realized his daughter was incredibly sexy. He inhaled the remnants of her scent and reveled at how sexy the musk of her sweat smelled. His eyes suddenly focused on her as she bounded up the stairs. Her legs were long, and perhaps sexier than any women he had seen before. The roundness of her ass, her panties peeking just below the skirt. The swell of her newly blossomed breasts. My god, she’s gorgeous! Before he realized it, his cock was back out of his pants and was erupting all over his chest as he watched his hand slide up and down the slick, sweaty shaft. He awoke from his lust driven fog and suddenly realized he had just masturbated while fantasizing about her, his little girl. His little girl who had grown up into a sexy, young woman. Dammit. What did I just do? I can’t think of her like that. I won’t, it’s wrong…. Tia had just gotten home from cheerleading practice. As always, she went to greet her father before heading upstairs to shower. She had taken note that he had looked slightly flustered when she saw him, but she shrugged it off as she stepped into the hot water of the shower. She slightly moaned in delight as the hot water soothed her aching muscles, not caring that her long brown hair was getting wet in the process. Jason tried to shrug off the realization that he had just masturbated to lusty thoughts of his daughter. His eyes focused on and off his computer screen until he finally decided to get up and go fix dinner. As he walked past the stairs leading upstairs, he swore he heard a moan from upstairs. My perverted mind getting the best of me again. Jason went about starting dinner, making fresh pasta and warming up the homemade pasta sauce from the night before. He took another sip of his scotch and felt the alcohol go to his head, lowering his inhibitions. As he stirred the pasta sauce, he was daydreaming about bending some long-legged brunette over the kitchen counter.... Damn, it has been too long... Just then, he heard Tia walk into the kitchen behind him. Tia's hair was still down and slightly wet still from the shower, slightly curling on her shoulders. Gone was the cheerleading outfit, and instead she wore a tight t-shirt and a pair of daisy duke shorts, making her already long legs seem longer along with the pair of black heels that if Jason were to look closely at, he would notice they were a pair produced by his own company." Mmm, smells good Daddy. What's for dinner?" She began her part of setting the table as always Jason's breath caught in his throat as he turned around. Tia was slightly bent over the table as she smoothed out the tablecloth. Her ass was jutting at him, lengthening her legs and flexing her muscles. His mind raced to the fantasy he was just daydreaming about, and he realized his daughter was reenacting it perfectly." Uhm... I... uh... Leftovers from last night, sweetie." Her calf flexed as she smoothed the tablecloth and his cock began to swell in his slacks. He couldn't stop his eyes from caressing her body as he watched her set the table. He stopped abruptly when he heard the water boil over behind him. "Oh, dammit." "That's fine with me. You're cooking's always good whether it's fresh or it's leftovers." She had gotten the slight feeling she was being watched but shrugged it off as him just making sure that she had gotten everything right without being over her shoulder. Once everything was in place, she stood upright. "Anything particular you want to drink or are you good on that?" Jason tried to shake the cobwebs out of his mind. Maybe I'm just so stressed out with the merger at work that I'm imagining this attraction to my daughter. Maybe I should just get drunk tonight and it'll go away." You know, I could use another scotch. Want to refresh my drink?" He shook the glass and the two ice cubes clinked together. "Why don't you get yourself something... adult from the bar too." She smiled, happy to do anything for him. "Sure Daddy." She walked over and took the glass. "What would you suggest for a first timer like myself?" She headed over to the bar to refill his drink, still listening out for his tips and ideas. Jason slowly stirred the sauce as he watched her walk towards the living room and around the corner to the bar. As he instructed her how to make a margarita, he listened to her following his instructions. "Ice, then One shot of tequila, a half of a shot of Grand Mariner, squeeze a half of a lime into the glass and then fill with sweet & sour mix - that yellow bottle." He slid his hand down his slacks and into his boxers to adjust himself. His cock was about 3/4 hard, and it was uncomfortable the way it was lying. Once she had refilled his drink, she took out another glass and started making the drink he was instructing her too. Even though she had never had a drink before, she enjoyed the coincidence that she ended up picking out a margarita glass which seemed perfect for what he was having her make. Drinks made, she carefully picked up both glasses and walked back into the kitchen with them, having taken a couple small sips from her drink along the way. "This is actually pretty good Daddy." She grinned as she set the glasses at their spots on the table. Jason watched as she took a sip of the drink. He smiled, proud of his little girl growing up. He plated the pasta and walked over to the table. "So, what plans to your have for this weekend honey? Are your friends coming over? Going to use the pool?" He couldn't keep his eyes away from her soft, toned legs. As she spoke, he felt them gliding across her long quads, over her perfect knee, and her strong calf. Finally, his eyes settled on her heels and he noticed they were his latest creation. She sat down and began eating. Her eyes slightly dimmed when he asked were her friends coming by. "No not this time it seems. They've all got something to do this weekend which is just plain weird. I can normally get at least one to come by, but they're all busy." She sighed and took another sip of her margarita He reached across and enveloped her hand with his. "It's okay honey, maybe they're just busy with all their applications to colleges and getting ready for prom." He smiled, trying to relieve her anxiety, and decided to change the subject. "So, hey, are those our latest heels? And when did you start wearing 5-inch heels?" "I guess you're right. I just thought we were supposed to be preparing for prom together is all." She took a slightly larger sip from the margarita this time before smiling as he mentioned the shoes she was wearing. "Of course they're the latest shoes your company made. Least I can do is help advertise the shoes, right?" she grinned Jason smiled. "You know, I just never thought you would wear them. They're pretty. Uhm... adult and exotic." He smiled and looked into her light blue eyes. His mind was racing, and his pulse was too. Those shoes look perfect on her. Almost like they were designed just for her. Her sexy, toned, smooth, young and tan legs. They are the things of a man's fantasy." You know, honey. With all of your cheerleading work, you have very strong, toned legs. Maybe you should think about modeling shoes some day." His cock grew, thickening at the thought of her sexy legs in all types of sensual and slutty high heels. "Well Daddy, news flash. I am an adult now. It makes sense I'd wear shoes made for adults, doesn't it?"she grinned and took a few more bites of food followed by some sips of the margarita. "Maybe I'll consider that as an option. Any ideas where I could start on a trial basis?" Jason's heart stopped as she made the comment. My god, is she flirting? Is she flirting with me? That was flirting, wasn't it? His cock hardened even more and began to lead pre-cum onto his khaki slacks. He noticed the wetness growing." Uhm, I might know a person or two in the shoe business." He smiled. "You know as the CEO, I pre-approve all shoes before they are sent to production." "I'd appreciate it if you put in a good word for me Daddy. It'd be nice to have a little job of my own." She continued to eat, occasionally taking larger sips from the margarita. Soon she started feeling a slight buzz from the alcohol Jason smiled. "You know, we could do a little interview this weekend. I could see how you do modeling the shoes." He suddenly noticed she was dangling one of her high heels off her left foot. Damn it I love when a woman does that. Her eyes lit up when he suggested the interview. "Really Daddy? I'd love that. Thank you so much. I won't make you regret the idea I promise." She would have been bouncing up and down with happiness if the alcohol wasn't keeping her from doing just that. But yet, she continued drinking more, her sips becoming more swallows. Jason looked at her drink and realized it was a little low. "Want another one honey? I'm going to get one more - It's been a hard week for me." He stood and reached out for her glass. She handed him her glass. "Another one would be great. Practice was so stressful." Jason stood and said, hay don't you start clearing the table while I refresh our drinks.". He walked to the bar and poured himself another Scotch and mixed a margarita for Tia. As he was doing so he looked down and noticed the wet, pre-cum spot on his slacks had grown and was obvious now. He dabbed the spot with a napkin in hopes he could dry it but was unable to. Dammit, Jason gets a hold of yourself. As he walked into the kitchen, she was slightly bent over the sink, scrubbing at a dish. The Daisy dukes were stretched tight, and her ass was begging to be touched. His cock was pulsating now, begging him to walk up to her and rip her shorts off and ram it inside her tight body. He unconsciously set his drink down at the sight and adjusted his cock with his hand at the sight. She caught the movement of his hand out the corner of her eye but shrugged it off. Believing it to just be a trick of the light and her imagination. She went back to washing the dishes, having decided not to say anything about the movement and waiting patiently for her drink Jason moved towards Tia and set the margarita down next to her. "Want some help with the dishes?" He stepped to her right and picked up the towel. "I'll dry." Standing this close to her, he could feel her heat and smell the clean scent from her recent shower. He looked down towards her as she handed him a plate and noticed how the tight t-shirt outlined her breasts. Breasts? When did she get those? I mean, I remember going shopping for a training bra, but these are sexy! Dammit. He caught himself staring as and blushed a bit then started drying the plate. She smiled as she caught him beginning to dry the dishes. She stopped briefly to take a couple sips of her drink before going back to washing dishes. This process repeated a few times before the alcohol really starting taking a toll on her and a plate slipped out of her hands and back into the water, splashing her and wetting the t-shirt she wore in the process. Jason looked down as she fumbled with the last dish due to her tipsiness. Her t-shirt was wet, and the curve of her right breast was more apparent now. He could see the outline of her nipple. So pert, so perfect... dammit. Look away. His cock was fully engorged now, making his slacks uncomfortable. He was thankful he was not wearing underwear as the added material would have just made things more uncomfortable. He was afraid the growing wet spot from his pre-cum would give him away. As he dried the last dish, an idea came over him. Tia dried her hands as she looked at her shirt and exclaimed at how she had gotten herself wet. Jason said, "That's nothing, watch this!" He playfully grabbed the sink sprayer and turned it on her, dousing her with a full spray of water, drenching her hair, face and t-shirt." Gotcha!" Tia squealed and splashed the dirty water from the sink at Jason. Normally she would have just stormed off in anger if someone had sprayed her with water and ruined her clothes. But since she knew he was playing, she played along and splashed him back with the sink water repeatedly in an effort to get him just as wet Jason was drenched, and so was his daughter."Okay, okay, you win. Your water is colder and dirtier!" He backed away and standing in front of him was a picture of pure lust - his 18-year-old daughter with a drenched, now see-through t-shirt and wet daisy dukes. He looked down at her feet and remembered she was wearing the latest model of heels from his company." Oh, dammit, we probably ruined your shoes! I'll have to get you a new pair, I'm sorry honey." Jason noticed her hesitate and look at him with a bit of anger in her eyes. He'd made the wrong move in splashing her, but the alcohol mixed with his lust for her made him do it." I'm so sorry, sweetie. I was just trying to be funny. Why don't we go out onto the porch and dry off." His hand left his side and settled on her back, just barely touching the swell of her ass as he motioned with his hand towards the back porch. "It's still warm enough that we'll dry off quickly out there." "It's alright Daddy. I know you were playing around." Her ass wiggled just under his hand. She giggled," that's why I splashed you back. Otherwise, I would have just grabbed you and dunked you under the water." she then headed to the back porch, her hips swishing as she walked: Sorry it took me so long, had a little trouble deciding how to reply IOC: No problem, that's why I posted a 2nd time.---Jason was in shock as he watched her ass sway. Is she exaggerating the sway? My God, her ass and legs are perfect. He slowed, and allowed his gaze to move down her body, finally transfixed on the shoes. He suddenly had an idea." Hey, Honey. Uh, just hang out there on the porch for a few minutes. I'll be back with a new pair of shoes." He quickly moved to his workshop in the basement where he designed new styles of shoes for his company. It was here that his lust for women's legs and feet was most pronounced. He looked around the workshop and saw the pair he had in mind. 5" black heels with a thick ankle strap. He had designed them for a new line of shoes he was thinking about launching - a line that was meant only for the bedroom. They were most simply described as slut shoes. I have to see these on her. He picked up the pair of shoes and turned towards the doorway. Before he took a step, though, he unzipped his slacks and removed his turgid, fully engorged cock. He gently slid the shoes along his bulging cock, feeling the expensive leather against the smooth skin of his recently shaved cock and balls. Fully aroused now, and still quite tipsy, he stuffed himself roughly back into his slacks and walked upstairs and back to the patio." Here honey, I brought you a new pair of shoes I've been working on. Size 10 still, right?" She was still slightly tipsy and felt she needed another drink so she quickly went back and grabbed her drink from the kitchen before relaxing out on the back porch. She had finished it by the time he came out and giggled in drunken glee. "Thanks Daddy. Yep I'm a size ten." she bent down to undo the shoes she had on, causing her shorts to tighten against her before she started to put on the new heels. Jason was again transfixed with his daughter's ass as he watched her bend over and take off her shoes. He gasped aloud, and felt a small moan escape his mouth. He hoped it hadn't been too loud." No, honey. Let me put them on you. They fit pretty different from most heels with the extra high heel and all. Sit down on one of the chairs, and I'll put them on for you." His mouth was dry, anticipating touching her skin. "Why thank you Daddy." She smiled, as she had heard the moan and the gasp but went to sit on a chair anyway, shaking her ass as she did so before she finally sat down. Jason watched as she walked to the chair and watched as her legs flexed and tightened. She was playing with him, and it was driving him mad. He walked to her and knelt in front of her. His cock was fully erect, lying along his left leg. It was easily visible since his khaki slacks were still damp from their water fight. He took her bare right foot and laid it against his other thigh and reached for the shoe. As he did so, his other hand gently, almost imperceptibly, stroked along the muscles of her strong calf. Shit, I'm in heaven. Her legs are perfect, and here I am kneeling in between them. What I wouldn't give for her to be wearing a skirt, perhaps with no panties. I couldn't hold myself back if she was, I'd dive in and eat her..... Tia moaned softly as his hand stroked her calf. She then grinned inwardly as she noticed his erect cock. She was right, she was turning him on. Furthermore, she was going to have so much fun teasing him. Furthermore, she then slyly started stroking her thigh, right where her leg met her crotch, making it seem more like she was stopping an itch, even though she let another moan out Jason thought he heard a moan as he gently stroked her soft skin. Damn, her skin is so soft, and yet her muscles are so tight. How I wish I could lick her ankle, calf, thigh, inner, thigh.... oh shit. He slipped the right shoe on her foot and buckled the clasp. The shoe was impossibly high and made her foot look simply slutty. He slid his finger across the leather strap on her ankle and then buckled that clasp as well. A low, guttural moan - actually more of a grunt bellowed deep within his throat. He then reached for her other foot and this time laid it across his left thigh, just an inch or even less from his hard, pulsating cock. He then looked up at her and smiled. She moaned again, still stroking her inner thigh as she watched him buckle the shoe on her foot. "I just love how it feels already Daddy. Please hurry and put the other one on, so I can model them off for you." She was no stranger to high heels and could feel comfortable in them no matter what the height of the heel was Jason reached for the other shoe, and as he did so he moved forward just a fraction of an inch. He felt the ball of her foot lightly press against his rock hard cock. He wasn't sure it could happen, but he got even harder. As he brought the shoe to her left foot, he allowed his other hand to rise up on her skin and gently encircle her calf. His pinky finger lightly stroked along the muscles of her calf muscles." My God, Tia, your legs are so muscular. I never realized." Before he even knew it, he had said it out loud, and was already cursing himself for it internally. She giggled. "Daddy, it's obvious. I am a cheerleader after all. The tricks we do call for some muscle, especially the pyramid." She had to felt the ball of her foot brush his cock, her pussy getting wet as she felt his cock harden even more. Jason looked at her and smiled. His hand was still on her foot, now clad in the slutty shoe, and his fingers were stroking along her ankle. It was then that it hit him. Dammit, this is your daughter Jason! Stop lusting after her! His cock wouldn't listen to his logic, as it continued to throb along his left leg. He finally let go of her foot as his eyes locked on the crotch of her daisy dukes. It took a lot of resolve for her not to just sit back, eyes closed and enjoy the gentle stroking he was giving her ankle. However, she did moan slightly, and her pussy was gradually growing wetter Jason looked into her eyes, and saw an evil little gleam in them, and watched a sexy smile spread across her pouty lips. He watched as she turned and walked around the porch, her tight, toned muscles flexed and lengthened by the tall shoes. "See, honey. That's exactly why I made these shoes. They make every sexy muscle in a woman's legs tighten and flex. They look perfect on you." His hand was unconsciously resting on his cock, lightly stroking along its length. She grinned as she looked at him, and caught the light stroking of his length. Seeing that made her decide to have some fun. "Well if these are to help enhance sexiness, then I should model them sexily." With that, she bent over so he could see her shorts tighten against her ass once more, this time giving him a glimpse that she had no underwear on under them. She shook her ass and even spanked it while winking at him, She spoke, yet Jason couldn't make out what she said. His head was in a haze of lust. His eyes watched as she bent over, the fabric of her daisy dukes tight, yet the leg opening was loose. He caught a glimpse of flesh, and then realized she was not wearing panties. Did I just see the flesh of her ass? Was that a lip of her pussy I just saw? His cock bucked, and he felt a large amount of pre-cum ooze from the tip. It was scalding hot against his hand all of a sudden, and he moved it away quickly. His eyes scanned her tight, toned legs, and he imagined running his cock along the soft skin, stroking his cock with her flesh until he covered her beautiful tanned legs with his cum." Uhm... uh... Honey, you shouldn't do that." "Why not Daddy?" She looked at him innocently. "It's not like anyone can see us." She gestured to the tall back fence around the entire yard. "Not to mention, it's not like I'm doing this in a club." "Uhm... Sweetie. It doesn't matter if nobody can see us. You're my little girl. You're only 18. Furthermore, you shouldn't do that around me. It's naughty." Jason couldn't believe what he had done. He just put the sexiest shoes he has ever designed on his 18-year-old daughter. And dammit, he wanted her. He wanted to lick, caress, and taste every inch of her legs. He wanted to taste the sweat off her skin, familiarize himself with her scent. Furthermore, he wanted her, and needed her. Dammit Jason, get control of yourself. Tia walked back over to him and moved to whisper in his ear. "I know you want me Daddy." She purred. "Give in. I can show you just how wonderfully naughty I can be." She then stepped back and headed in the house As Tia walked back into the house, Jason said in an increasingly loud voice, "No. No, No, I won't. No Tia, I won't. We can't. I won't." He shook his head angrily and walked into the house, turning into the opposite room as Tia. Get control, Jason. Don't do this. You're stronger than allowing this uncontrolled lust to get to you. He walked up to his room and slammed the door behind him. He stormed into the bathroom and turned on the shower water before ripping off his clothes. Furthermore, he turned to the mirror and looked at his profile. Furthermore, he was fit, he was still wet from their water fight, and his cock was still rock hard, pointing up at him as if to mock his lust for his daughter. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down his body. Yes, you can get control, Jason. Don't let her get to you. She's young and doesn't know the long term consequences of her lust. You must be the strong one and deny any advance. Jason wondered, did she know his weakness? Did she know he may not be able to resist her if she continued to taunt him with her long, perfect legs? While her father went in his room to shower, Tia went into her own room with a different plan. Once in her room, she left the door open somewhat as she stripped out her shorts, t-shirt and bra, leaving the heels on. Her cunt was nice and wet, and she was going to take care of it even if he wouldn't. Getting on the bed on her knees, she reached back and slipped two fingers inside, thrusting them in and out, moaning as she pleasured herself Jason used his will and about 25 minutes of warm water to clear his thoughts. It wasn't until his cock was completely flaccid, and his mind was focused on resisting his daughter that he got out of the shower and put on a pair of Umbras and a short-sleeved t-shirt. His favorite "hang around the house" wear. Convinced that he would now be able to resist her, he walked towards her room and saw that the door was open so he pushed it aside and walked in as he began to speak, "Tia, Honey, we can't do...." It was then he saw her, on the bed in only the slut shoes, bent over doggy style with her fingers buried in her pussy. Her eyes locked on his, and he watched in fascination and horror as her body convulsed in orgasm right in front of him." Sorry... uh... oh, Shit... I should have knocked.... Sorry... Uh...." His fear, lust, and anger all rose at the same time. "Young lady, get some decent clothes on and come downstairs. We have to have a talk NOW." She bucked and convulsed as her orgasm hit while he watched. Then she heard him order her to get dressed and groaned. At least he didn't do that before her orgasm. "Alright I'll be down in a few Daddies." She waited until he left before getting off the bed and going over to pull on a dark night gown and a lace thong that went into her pussy due to how soaked it was. She still left the heels on and headed back downstairs, pulling her hair up into two pigtails to give her a slightly more innocent look Jason was sitting at his desk when he heard her come down the stairs. He watched as she walked into his office. The pigtails gave her an innocent look, but mixed with the short, dark nightgown and high-heeled shoes, the innocent look was actually an incredibly slutty one. He pointed at the chair across from his desk. "Sit."" Tia, I know you are a growing girl, fast becoming a woman. What you said earlier just wasn't right. A father and daughter don't talk that way and don't do the things you suggested out on the patio. I think it was a bad idea giving you alcohol tonight, and that won't happen again. Nothing like tonight will ever happen again. Do you understand?" As he spoke the words, he couldn't stop his eyes from gliding down from her face, across the swell of her silk-clad breasts, and down to her long legs. When he walked in on her, he hadn't seen anything. She had been on her knees, bent over, facing him. All he saw was her face and the curve of her ass. I wonder what her pussy looks like. Is she wearing anything under that night gown? Dammit Jason, stop! "Oh sure Daddy, blame it on the alcohol. I told you, I know you want me. I saw how hard your cock was out on the patio while you put the shoes on me. Furthermore, I heard your moan. It wasn't the alcohol that made me act this way. It was the reactions I saw from you to things about me." She moved and sat on the edge of his desk, the nightgown riding up to show the thong surrounded by her glistening pussy lips. "I'm not saying we do things in public. I'm saying when it's just us like now, we let loose. I know you haven't gotten any since Mom died, and I sure haven't gotten any since my first boyfriend Tony and I broke up freshman year." Jason involuntarily licked his lips as his eyes focused on her glistening pussy. He wished there was no material between her hot, wet pussy and his lusty eyes. Dammit, Jason. Just drop to your knees and eat her. Make her cum all over your face and then stand up and fuck her silly. He shook his head and pushed his rolling chair back from the desk roughly. "Dammit, Tia. I will not have this kind of talk and behavior in my house. Do you hear me?" He stood and walked out of the room then walked out of the front door. He paced back and forth on the driveway for a few minutes before he turned around and headed back into the house. Watching him walk out the room actually struck a nerve. Even though she was always close with him, she wanted to be closer ever since her Mom's death. She was unable to have another boyfriend for too long because she felt that she should be taking care of her father. By the time he was heading back in the house, she was running out of the office in tears and back to her room. Once there, she pulled out a special DVD and put it in her player. It was a final request DVD from her mother before her death. The entire time she watched it, she was sobbing terribly. He would have heard her sobbing when she ran past him on the way to her room Jason walked back into the house slowly. He was resolved now to resist her, but now he needed to convince her of the need to play nice. He looked to the left and noticed she wasn't in his office. So he walked upstairs towards the master room but stopped when he heard crying. He pushed open the door, hoping she was decent. "Tia? Honey, what's wrong?" She was under the cover, watching the DVD from her mother. She continued sobbing as she watched it. He would be able to hear the DVD and see his late wife's face if he were to move in the room to watch it." My baby girl, I ask that you take care of your father in all ways. Including all the ways that I did should anything happen to me. I know it'll be hard for either of you to move on without me, and hopefully you'll be able to stay close with him, though my request should make you two closer. If I could truly choose the woman to take care of him, my choice would be you because then I would be happy and could rest in peace. He may fight it, but he will give in eventually. Take care Baby Girl. Love you always." If he were to look between the two, he would see the close resemblance to the point that Tia was basically a spitting image of her mother It was obvious that Tia didn't hear him. Jason cut his words quickly when he heard the voice of his late wife, Sheila. He listened quietly and was flabbergasted to think that Sheila was suggesting what she seemed to be suggesting. He knew about the DVD but had never watched it. Furthermore, he gave Tia several DVDs from Sheila throughout her life and had fulfilled her wishes by not watching them. Furthermore, he wondered what else she told Tia on that final DVD. Tia had changed so, and now he thought he knew why. Jason needed to sleep on this revelation and not act on it tonight. He turned away and walked into the master bedroom, slipped out of his clothes and slipped into bed. His mind was racing with everything that had happened. So Sheila wants me to be intimate with our daughter? She wants me to replace her with Tia? Oh, Sheila. You always knew exactly what I needed. Jason's hand slid down to his now thickening cock. His mind went back to his late wife and how she knew exactly what he needed whenever he needed it. Hard day at work? She would meet him at the door and drop to her knees to blow him until he exploded down her throat. She even did it several times while still holding Tia when she was a baby. Sheila never wore panties, and almost always wore skirts or dresses. Her pussy was somehow always wet, and always freshly shaved or waxed. She had never said "no" to him, and Jason knew at any time he could lift her skirt and slide his cock into her when he needed it. And he did it often, bent over the kitchen sink, over the couch and even would steal away to fuck her while they were out shopping or at a friend's house. Sometimes his lust for her would get the best of him, and sometimes he just needed the comfort of his wife's pussy because he was stressed out or had a hard day. His cock was now fully engorged, and he was masturbating roughly as he fantasized about his late wife. He remembered how she began to take a dominant role and force him to lick and suck her legs for hours, not letting him touch her pussy or his own cock. She was able to have multiple orgasms by just his touch, his breath, and his tongue on her legs. It was freakish the first time it happened while they were dating, but it only enforced Jason's own growing lust for women's legs. He thought back to that time in the back of his car in high school. She was splayed out in front of him, and he was removing her clothes and licking her skin as he did so. He removed her jeans and licked her legs as he pulled them down, and he heard a long, hyperventilated moan come from her mouth. He looked up, and she looked as shocked as he was. She begged him to continue licking her legs and her orgasms continued to come. No wonder I developed a leg and foot fetish! He felt his balls contract and his orgasm near as he fantasized about worshiping Sheila's legs. How she would finally let him taste her juices as they ran down her legs, and after hours would let him bury his head in her pussy, slick with her juices after she had orgasm after orgasm. Just then, his thoughts turned from Sheila being worshiped and became Tia's body and face under his oral attack. She was so much like her mother, but even more beautiful. Her legs were even longer, lustier, more muscular, and sexier than her mother, the woman who had elicited his leg fetish. Her hair was even longer and silkier, and her eyes deeper and bluer than her mother. She was her mother "amplified", everything that Jason had found sexy and erotic about Sheila was even sexier on his daughter Dammit, No, Jason. Get control of yourself. You will not give in to this. You will not fantasize about your daughter even a single time more. Furthermore, you will not touch her romantically. She is your daughter. Frustrated with himself, and now unable to fantasize without thinking of Tia, he rolled over and willed himself to sleep, his cock still pulsating heavily under the sheets. Tia hadn't really heard her father come in or leave. But once the DVD was over, she was soon stroking her pussy to the thought of her father's cock. She wanted it so badly, her pussy was growing wetter and wetter. Soon her fingers weren't enough, and she reached into her night stand pulling out a jackrabbit. She slowly inserted it, moaning as it slid in. Once in, she set it to a certain speed of vibration, the ears resting right on her clit. She thrust it in and out of her pussy, moaning at the double stimulation. After multiple orgasms she pulled it out and licked it clean of her juices. Her bed was soaked as she rolled over and drifted into sleep Jason woke mid-way through the night from a nightmare combined with an erotic dream. He dreamed about watching Sheila, his former wife, take her last breath in the hospital, succumbing to her brain cancer. He moped and cried as he drove home. When he walked in the door, sad, lost and empty, he watched as his daughter sexily walked down the stairs, dropped to her knees and began to suck his cock." No, Dammit Tia, stop! I said no!" He woke and wondered if he had yelled it out loud or not. Why is my mind playing with me like this? A nightmare about losing Sheila needs to be a nightmare - not an erotic dream about my 18-year-old daughter! His cock was throbbing, fully engorged under the light cotton sheet. He needed release, badly, but he was afraid to masturbate and fantasize - afraid that his thoughts would turn to Tia. Dammit, will I ever get rid of these sinful thoughts!? Tia had no idea if he had yelled anything or not for she remained sleep all night. Her dream however ventured to herself waiting for her father to come home, her dressed in a skirt with no panties on. Then, when he comes in, she drops to her knees at the door and blows him, swallowing him cum. Jason finally fell back asleep and slept through the rest of the night. He woke the next morning with his everyday "morning wood" pardon. He walked to the kitchen and fixed a pot of coffee. Furthermore, he decided to go about life as normal, and began to fix breakfast for Tia, who usually woke up about 30 minutes after he did. He heard her footsteps come down the stairs. Without turning around to look, he simply said, "Morning honey." "Morning Daddy." She rang out as she came up behind him and hugged him, her hands slipping down to stroke his cock through his pants. She decided starting today to be even more like her mother and wore a black skirt with no panties, the new heels he had given her and a tight white top Jason couldn't believe she groped him as if it was normal. He swatted her hand away and turned around." Tia, my little girl. I told you last night, I will not have ANY of that in this house! We are father and daughter and I will not have you touching me like we're lovers! It's WRONG, don't you understand!" His eyes met hers, but didn't stay locked on her eyes for long. They began to slide down her body, taking in her full, pert breasts underneath the white cotton top and the overly-short black skirt. He breathed in heavily and stood his ground." The answer is no. We will not do this. End of discussion." He turned around and continued fixing breakfast. "Now go sit down, and your breakfast will be done very soon. I have a few video conferences that I need to take in my office this morning and I need to go get ready for them." She pouted as he refused her touch. "Mom would have wanted us to do this." Lucky for her, she didn't have school today since the seniors were given a day off. She was going to get him to crack no matter what. She knew the things her mother used to do to him as she told her long before her death Jason turned and saw her looking at him, and the look she was giving him was devious. He spooned out the eggs and set a piece of buttered toast on her plate then turned around and walked towards her. "Here you go, sweetie, I need to get to work." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek - but much, much closer to her mouth than he ever had before. A bit of their lips overlapped, and a jolt of erotic electricity shot directly to his cock. He stood, but kept his hand on her cheek, tenderly, lovingly sliding it across her face. "Soon beautiful, just like your mother." Jason couldn't believe he just said that out loud. Angry at himself, he walked out of the kitchen and to his home office. He sat down at his desk, exhausted from fighting his feelings for his daughter. "Dammit," he said quietly. Tia sighed and ate her food, trying to plan out ways to seduce him. Her pussy was now constantly wet for she was always thinking of his cock. She wanted it so badly inside her, and he was holding it from her. If she couldn't get him to give in soon, she might have to actually take it from him Jason's morning was tumultuous, with several high level meetings, an argument with the Board of Directors, and an unhappy client who snagged her expensive dress with one of Jason's shoes while she was walking down the red carpet at last night's premiere in Los Angeles. He needed a break so he stood left his office and headed down into his shoe workshop in the basement. As he passed the living room he saw Tia watching a show on the couch, painting her toenails. "Hey honey, it's been one hell of a morning. I'm going to go unwind in the shop for a bit. He got into the shop, where he designed his masterpiece high heels and where he could truly be himself. Down here he wasn't a businessman, he was just a shoe designer - all he ever really wanted to be. As he leaned over his work bench to stretch a piece of leather across a new design, he heard the click of her heels coming down the stairs She had waited to give him some time before heading down to his shop. She had changed her skirt already to a shorter one. "Hi Daddy." Jason didn't even turn around to look at her since he was hard at work on the new design of his shoes. Working on shoes always got his mind off the difficulties of life, and this time was no different. He had completely forgotten about his daughter's naughtiness and his desire for her when he said over his shoulder, "I'm almost done with these. Want to try them on for me? You can take a seat over there while I finish them." She took a seat in the spot he directed, her legs open, her shaved pussy glistening Jason turned around after finishing the shoes and looked at Tia. It took all of his concentration to not let his eyes trace down her body and take in her lusty, feminine form that was on display to him." Honey, close your legs and give me your right foot." She did, and he began to slide the shoe on her foot and lace the expensive leather calf-strap up her calf. All the while, he was caressing her skin and tracing his fingers along her strong muscles. He was dying with lust for her and his cock was fully erect. A slight moan fell from his mouth as he finished tying the strap. Just then her legs opened a bit and he couldn't avert his gaze fast enough. His eyes locked on her beautiful, dripping wet pussy. Small drops of moisture were evident around her lips and down about 8 inches of her legs." My god, Honey. Why are you soon wet? Are you always this wet? It looks uncomfortable and can't be good for you!" "I've been this wet for a while. Only gets uncomfortable if I go too long without some form of release." She opened her legs a little wider to give him a better view His eyes took in the beauty of her young, hairless, wet pussy as his mouth began to water. He unconsciously licked his lips, but hen caught himself. She's your daughter. Contain yourself, Jason. She's trying to seduce you. Stop her. He gently closed her legs a bit and turned his attention to her other leg." Here, let me put this other shoe on you and lace up the straps. I want to see how they look on you." She let him lace the shoe up, opening her legs once more, a soft moan escaping her lips as it seemed like a bit of cool air hit her pussy just as she did so Jason's cock was fully erect from his daughter's elicit display. His Umbras shorts did not contain or hide his full, 9" hardness." That's enough, honey. Stop trying to drive me crazy. You know I won't act on your slutty behavior. We can't do that, even if I do want it." He backed away from her, but not before taking in a deep breath and enjoying the scent of her drenched, young pussy. Just slide your shorts down and fuck her, Jason. She's so wet and ready, and you haven't cum inside a woman in years - much less a slutty 18 year old girl. He tried to contain his lust, but it was obvious when he spoke, "Stand up and model those shoes for me, I want to see how they cause your muscles to flex and tighten, and how the straps look against your beautiful, sexy legs." Dammit, did I just say that? She grinned as she heard his comment about her legs. She knew he was beginning to crack. Furthermore, she stood and walked in the shoes like a perfect model. Her leg muscles flexing and her ass bouncing as she walked Jason was in awe at how gorgeous her legs were. This moment would provide him with months of masturbatory images in his mind. Her legs were perfect, irregularly long, and impossibly toned. His hand slid across his cock and his index finger traced along its length as he watched her." Bend over for a second, honey. Like you're picking something up off the floor. I want to see how the straps tense over your legs. As she did, he watched, almost unable to control himself any longer. He stepped to her, closing the distance between them very quickly. In a flash, his shorts were on the ground and his hard cock was pressed up against her naked ass. His strong hands pushed her towards the workbench until she was bent over it. He roughly lifted her right leg and placed it on the workbench so she was just standing on her left leg, and he slid his cock deep into her tight, drenched pussy. He began to hump back and forth inside her. "No Daddy, stop" but he was unable to keep himself from cumming deep inside her a few moments later. He quickly realized his eyes had gone out of focus and his pulse had risen. He had just had an erotic daydream about forcefully fucking his daughter. His cock was fully erect, and his hand was gently stroking it from the outside of his shorts. No, Jason. Get control of yourself." Stand back up honey. I don't like how the straps grip the calf when you bend over. I need to make a few adjustments." She stood back up with a wicked grin that he was unable to see before walking back over to him. "Daddy can you stand up? I want to give you a thank-you hug for yesterday." She waited for him to stand up before moving to hug him. "You shouldn't hug me back Daddy not now. I don't want you to risk getting your fingers wet with my juices." As she hugged him, she pushed his hands behind his back, sliding a hidden pair of handcuffs out from her sleeve before cuffing his hands behind him. With a sneaky grin, she backed away slightly. "Now to take care of you Daddy." she maneuvered his shorts down before getting on her knees in front of him, stroking his hard cock "No! No Tia! Don't do this." His cock betrayed his words, though, as it continued to pulse, filling with blood as she stroked him and stared into his eyes. Jason screamed, "Tia Marie, you will NOT do this! If you do this I am going to throw you out of this house! I will not have this, your mother would be so upset and angry right now if she saw us!" Jason was lost because nothing was working. He hoped that insults would work to stop Tia from taking this next, incestuous, immoral step. "She's lucky she didn't survive her brain cancer long enough to see your slutty, perverse actions. She would be so embarrassed by you on your knees in front of me, slutty pussy hanging out of your short skirt, ready to suck your father. What a slut you've become." "Mom asked me to do this. To take care of you every way that she did. It was her final wish. I have the DVD in my room to prove it." She took his cock deep in her mouth to the point where she was almost deep throating him "No, no. You will not...." Jason's words trailed off as she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth. "Oh, my God, your mouth...." He moaned out loud and sat back to enjoy the ride. It had been years since he had been serviced in this way, and he couldn't remember ever having such a hot, wet mouth on his cock. "Your... your mom wanted this? I heard while I was standing in the hall last night ... but I still can't believe it...." Tia sucked him gently, getting his cock all nice and wet, looking up at him with sexy bedroom eyes. She pulled off to speak. "Yes she wanted it. She knew you and I were close, and she knew it would bring us closer. She said if she truly had to accept someone replacing her in taking care of you, she would rather it be me because I know just how to take care of you." she took his cock back in her mouth, deep throating him this time. Jason felt the head of his cock enter his daughter's tight throat, and he let out a long, erotic moan. His will was gone, and now he was just enjoying her hot, wet mouth and tight throat slide along his rock hard cock. "Oh, Tia, so good." His hips began to meet her downward thrust, and before he knew it she had taken all of his 9" cock into her throat. "Shit, only your mother was able to do that, how did you learn?" He didn't wait for the reply, but continued to thrust into her mouth as she bobbed her head into his lap. As the cum began to rise within him, and his scrotum began to tighten, bringing his cum-filled balls into position, he started to panic. "No, you can't. You have to stop. No.... Oh shit, don't stop.... No... you can't..... oh, so close... don't stop...." His mind was impossibly conflicted. He wanted her to stop, but he hadn't cummed from a woman's touch in years. Tia used a couple of tongue tricks that her mother had known as she cupped his balls gently and began to massage them. Her tongue darting out sometimes to lick them too. "Oh, God. Did your mother teach you that on those DVDs I kept giving you every year?" He couldn't hold back anymore. Her mouth was too hot, wet, and tight for him. He raised his hips up and began bucking against her. "Singh... ahhhh"His cock began to spurt, jet after jet of his cum. It seemed as if he was cumming forever since it had been so long since he was with a woman. Tia smiled as she swallowed her father's cum. She knew it was a lot since it had been a while since he had had any sexual contact with a woman. But she didn't care, she was doing what her mother had asked and that was enough for her. Jason's cock gave one last spurt as she pulled her mouth off his cock. It landed across her nose and lips, making her face even more beautiful." Come up here and kiss me. Now." He wrestled against the handcuffs trying to get her face to meet with his. "That was amazing. Wrong, but amazing. I haven't cum like that since your mother." When he looked down, he saw a puddle on his wood floor underneath her. Yet another way she was like her mother - she gets wet, very, very wet. So wet that she drips everywhere. She stood up, unlocking the cuffs on the way up. Tia kissed him gladly. "I was happy to help Daddy. Mom did teach me after all how to take care of you." Jason enjoyed the taste of his own cum on his daughter's lips and tongue. "God, that was amazing, Tia. Now I can think clearly again! Do you want to take off those shoes, so I can do a little more work on them? I want to try them on you again in a bit when I'm done." He watched as she seductively removed her shoes. He looked a puddle on the floor and licked his lips. God, how I wish I could take care of her. She's so horny and has nobody to please her. But it's wrong.... I can't. He suddenly realized what had happened. "You know, Tia. We can't do this again. Never again. This was one time, and it was wrong. What would the neighbors think? What would my shoe buyers think? What would my employees think?" Jason was conflicted. On one hand he wanted to eat her pussy for the next 5 hours, on the other he couldn't imagine touching her again because it was so wrong. Tia handed him the shoes. "If you're really that worried Daddy, no one has to know. Just our naughty little secret. What we do behind closed doors is our business." She then went to sit back down in her earlier spot, her legs open and her fingers beginning to stroke her achingly wet pussy to relieve some of the pressure. Jason tried to work on the shoes, but his attention kept getting diverted by Tia stroking her pussy and moaning little slutty comments to him. He could smell her arousal, and it was getting to him - and within about 10 minutes his cock was full yet again, needing another release. He wanted to help her, to drop to his knees and eat her beautiful, teenage pussy until she covered his face with his cum, but he wouldn't. It was wrong, and no matter what she said, she couldn't convince him otherwise."there, the alterations are done. Want to try them on again?" "Of course Daddy." She readied herself so he could put them on her. "Daddy, please help me out and eat my wet and horny little pussy. I so desperately need relief. The least you can do is help me out." she spoke so seductively almost like a sex kitten. "No, Tia. I won't do that. What you did to me will never happen again, and I won't return the favor. It's wrong, it's a sin, and I won't let this continue in my home." Jason was firm in his stance now, convinced that he could resist her. He laced the expensive leather along her calf and had an idea. Maybe if she's enough like her mother, I can bring her pleasure without touching her sexually. He began to slide his fingers along her legs, her knee, and her calf. He looked at her eyes to see if she would elicit the same response as her mother, who was able to have an orgasm from just having her legs massaged and licked. She moaned as he rubbed her legs. Her pussy growing even wetter than before. She knew the plan though and wasn't going to let him get away that easy. With a couple of swift movements, she had lifted her skirt up and was holding his head to her pussy. "Eat me out. My hot pussy demands your tongue, and you're going to give it if you know what's good for you." Her voice had a dominatrix tone to it that demanded obedience He pushed her away. "No, I will not, Tia Dammit." He stood and stormed from the room. He was conflicted, frustrated, and incredibly turned on. Furthermore, he walked to the bar and fixed himself a strong scotch and then walked out to the pool and set his drink down near the shallow end. Unwilling to step foot back in the house to change into a bathing suit, he stripped down to his boxers and jumped into the pool before swimming to the shallow end and taking the scotch in his hand." Dammit, Jason, what have you done?" He was speaking to himself out loud now and took a large swig of the potent scotch. "You need to get control of this, or she'll ruin you. People will find out, and it'll be the end of everything." She had followed him quietly, stopping only to briefly change into something more dominating but yet just as seductive. An old outfit her mother used to wear for him. She stepped out into the pool area. "People will find out if you don't comply. Give in to mother's last wish and it'll be between you and me. You know me well Daddy. I keep my promises. Don't make me promise to make your life a living hell." He would see the black leather outfit combined with the heels he gave her the night before. The crotch was out of the outfit for easy access. "But Tia. It's wrong. We'll slip up and someone will find out. Plus, it's just... wrong. I love you, honey - but what if you got pregnant? What if someone found out?" As he spoke the words, his eyes glided along her body. His cock was fully hard under the water, wanting her, needing her. But no- we can't. "We won't slip up if we're very careful. As for me getting pregnant, no worries there. I'm on birth control, have been since before Mom's final months. Not to mention, there's a stock of Plan B pills plus at home pregnancy tests. It's up to you where we go from here." she carefully slid the handle of the whip in her hand between her pussy lips, rubbing it there Jason watched as she ran the handle of the whip along her dripping, hairless slit. "Okay. But not like this. If we're going to do this, I want it to be just like the first time I went down on your mother. Will you do that for me? I'm sure she told you about it." Tia nodded. "As you wish. Lead the way." she gestured with the whip for him to go into the house first

Resisting his Daughter (Open for 1F)|rating:2.0

Shifting Outlooks (Closed)

Sliding the key into the lock of her front door, Katy wearily made her way inside their apartment, followed by Matt. Their current moods contrasted; hers was tired and bordering on irritation, whereas he was elated and energized. Her Converse sneakers did not make a sound on the laminate flooring as she entered the open-plan kitchen and living room to put the kettle on. “Do you not want a beer?” Matt asked, opening the fridge and retrieving the last bottle of Corona. “We can split it.” He smiled, pulling her close. “I really appreciate you being there tonight, Kay. It’s always a much better gig when I get to share it with you.” This sentiment, although kind and compassionate, gave Katy a real twinge of guilt. She wished she could have enjoyed herself this evening-her boyfriend’s band were really great, and they were a lovely group of boys-men, they were a great group of men. However, when one gets up before 6am to do battle with the morning commute in order to perform a demanding job, being kept up until after 2 o’clock is not ideal-especially when it is a common occurrence. “I know, I know, I’m your muse.” She teased, kissing his stumbled cheek. “You have the beer, I’m going to get ready for bed.” The young woman walked down the hall of their small apartment and into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, undoing her laces she absentmindedly looked at the collection of Polaroids which hung delicately on the cream wall. For all Matt’s job could be annoying at times, her boyfriend’s occupation had allowed her to travel around the world whilst in her early 20s- a time in her life where disposable income was practically non-existent, and a job did not tie her down to the same extent as it did today. Having got ready for bed, the leggy brunette re-entered their open-plan living space, wearing a nondescript t-shirt and black briefs. She prepared a mug of tea whilst watching Matt, he was engrossed some X-Box game. She appreciated his exposed forearms as he pushed the buttons a little harder than necessary, causing his ink clad muscles to flex. He cursed under his breath, as his dark eyes narrowed, obviously taking a dislike to come occurrence within the game. There had been a time, not too long ago where she would have sauntered over to the leather sofa, grabbed the black plastic toy out of his hand, before tossing it aside to straddle him. Despite having been together since university their love life had never really taken a hit, however she found herself, recently, shrugging off his late night advances. She walked over to him, informing him she was going to bed as she kissed his lips. He said he’d be there in five-they both new that wasn’t true. Just as Katy predicted, she felt rotten the next morning. Even the force of their power shower and gale force wind she was met with on the way to work did not allow her to wake up nearly enough for the monthly sales meeting. It wasn’t until she took a sip of her very strong morning coffee that her senses awoke; the caffeine kicking her brain into action. And just in time, she had been in her managerial position for six months now, and although she loved the role and the new responsibilities and challenges it brought, there were others who may disagree with her promotion. To be fair, she couldn’t really blame them, from an outsiders point of view they had seen the girl join the company at twenty-one, as an inexperienced graduate, only to be given responsibility of a team, budget and region: Katy was Marketing Manager for the UK. She reported to the European Marketing Manager, Fringe Vane who had mentored the young woman, albeit from a distance, for the past four years. Katy, who was eternally grateful for the organization’s commitment to her career progression, felt there may be some underlying motive relating to her success. The organization, an international manufacturing firm, really needed to up their game and move away from their current male dominated hierarchy, which Katy was pleased to see they were doing. She had embraced this change, being a very visible and approachable manager; she remained at her original work space and declined the offer of her own office, although, she sometimes regretted said decision. Her people skills were excellent, reflecting in her ability to stifle any animosity felt by her colleagues for her getting the job over them or the fact they now have to answer to someone they consider relatively inexperienced. Lastly, her strategic approach had allowed her to reposition the company’s offering in a more profitable manner. Arriving at the office, the young woman scanned her ID pass and walked through the commercial department, wishing those who had arrived prior to her ‘Good Morning’. Reaching Marketing’s pocket of the floor she dumped her bag on her desk before asking Lucy, one of the market analysts, how she was. “Better than you, by the looks of things.” Lucy smiled, “Late night?”“God, yes.” Katy sighed, as she hung up her black Burberry coat, revealing a crisp long-sleeved white blouse, tucked into a very fitted black high-waist pencil skirt; her Italian leather heels were a stark contrast compared with last night’s Converse. “It was perfect, thanks.” She lied, “But, I can’t do with getting less than four hours sleep anymore. Anyway, there’s no point in moaning about it. Can you email me that report you compiled regarding South Africa along with a summary of the key findings, please? I need to review them before this business development meeting.” This particular meeting was pretty important; she was yet to gain much visibility from the UK VP, Adam Nolan. She had secured her position and then a month later he had been shipped to Canada to oversee an acquisition. This was her chance to reinforce that her promotion had been a very positive decision on his part. Working closely with the sales team a strategy had been developed regarding the breaking into the South African market. It encompassed everything one would need to know about said market including the significant amount of risk, their target market and potential market share. Furthermore, she had volunteered to present it. She walked with the Marketing Assistant, Gabby to the sales meeting. “Do you want me to book you a cab for tonight, Katy?” Gabby inquired. “It’s no trouble, honestly. I’m booking a couple of others anyway.”“OK. Thank you, Gabby.” Truth be told the young woman had completely forgotten about tonight’s award ceremony- it was easily done. Being in London, there was practically one a week and as Marketing usually submitted the award entries her team were regular attendees. “This, one is the industry safety one, isn’t it? And It's plus one’s, is that right?” The assistant confirmed both questions. “Shit.” Katy muttered under her breath, as she sends a quick text to her partner, informing him thus.“Yes.” The assistant recalled, “There’s you, four HSEQ members, Alan, and some operations guys, too from here, and I think the four invited clients have confirmed too.” Katy acknowledged her employees account of the evening ahead as she entered the boardroom. There were already several attendees already sitting around the long narrow mahogany table. “You’ve scrubbed up for your presentation, I see.” Smiled Dave, the head of sales. The pair got on pretty well-mainly because Katy could give as good as she got from the Irishman. “What do you think boss man’s going to say about this?” Katy shrugged, as she sat down in one of the large leather seats which surrounded the table. “I think it’s pretty good, furthermore, you’re not presenting it, so really what could go wrong?” She joked, receiving an approving smile from Dave. Redirecting her attention, when she heard the VP’s assistant entering the room, quickly followed by a rather jet-lagged looking director. This was a terrible idea, thought Adam as he marched towards the boardroom. He had flown from London to Paris to Rome to fucking Düsseldorf in the space of 48 hours. He had only arrived back in London ninety minutes ago, just enough time to shower, shave and put on a suit that wasn't crumpled. Ninety minutes was the longest he'd spent in London - in England - for about six months. There was an extended stay in South Africa and other business trips through Australia, across the Americas and then finally back across the Atlantic. His office would have collected a fine layer of dust by now, if he still had an office. For all he knew, they might have thought he wasn't coming back. Pauline was a slave driver, which Adam found funny, considering she was supposedly the assistant and he is the employer. It seemed she forgot that occasionally; when he landed in Heathrow, she tossed him a bagel and a coffee, then bundled him into a car. He hadn't even gotten a chance to get home. He sent Andrea a text, letting his wife know that he was back in the country. Furthermore, he used to hate people who couldn't take the time to make a call. These days, he saw how efficient it was. After all, he didn't have to talk to Andrea right now. They'd see each other this evening, and she'd pretend to have an interest in whatever it was he'd done all weekend. That ability to pretend to care was something he admired about her. That sounded harsh. He loved his wife, though he sometimes wondered if he loved her for the ease with which their relationship slotted into the rest of his life. Andrea had never been demanding of his attention; she had understood that he needed to travel often and sometimes great distances as part of his job. He had started simply with a Ford Escort and a map of the UK's major motorways; that had been over twenty years ago, when he scraped through a business degree and grabbed the first job they gave him. He was forty-six now, a little more gray but still full of the same energy that helped him up the ladder to the UK office's top job. The Escort was long gone; these days it was more common that he'd travel on chartered flights, with a driver waiting for him on either end." How was the continent?" asked Pauline. She was a thirty-five-year-old brunette with a long narrow nose and eyes like a hawk, her expression always hinting at a smirk." I'll tell you if I ever get a chance to look," he replied. "Remind me again why I thought it was a good idea to schedule this meeting so early?"" No one ever said you had to be smart to be an executive, sir," said Pauline. Adam responded with a hard laugh. Of course, he knew why he was being shunted from the plane to this meeting; time, as ever, was of the essence. He'd spent the last two days speaking with the top brass of the company's other major European offices. The big push had been ordered from way up high months ago - apparently the old man or the old man's son had decided it was a time for expansion. They'd dipped their toes in markets across North Africa and into the Middle East, but now it seemed they wanted to set their sights elsewhere. And so Adam had jumped onto a plane and began an odyssey around the world. Tired and frustrated as he was, the executive was still excited about the possibilities. Everyone knew business had grown stagnant. It wasn't enough to be the best in Europe, not when everyone else was striving to rule the world. He had pushed hard for the chance to oversee the South African venture and had put together a team from among the UK office's best and brightest. He had relied on Pauline's help there, as well as the managers in their particular departments. Just because he wasn't there, that didn't mean business ground to a standstill. He'd done his best to keep tabs on the best prospects but was eager to see what had been going on while he was connected to the office by little more than phone and e-mail. He walked with his back straight and shoulders back, offering a curt nod to those he passed in the hall. Furthermore, he wasn't unpopular, but as he garnered more power in the company, Adam became aware of a need to distance himself just a little. Furthermore, he didn't want to be unapproachable, but at the end of the day he was responsible for these people and their careers. So when it didn't work out... you needed a wall of sorts, or you'd need a stiff drink or two just to get through the day." Don't forget, you have that award show tonight," said Pauline." Get me out of it," said Adam, adjusting his tie before they entered the room." No can do, boss," said Pauline with a grin. "Word is the old man himself wants you there. Potential clients and all."" I thought being a VP meant I didn't have to hobnob anymore?" he said." Oh, sir, you never get out of that game," replied Pauline. She opened the door and stepped inside, Adam following on her heels." Good morning," he said, his dark eyes casting a glance over the assembled group. He had assembled a strong team, pulling them away from many of their usual duties to develop a plan for the South Africa push. He had a lot of faith in them; he had to, since it'd be his ass if they fucked it up." Let's not waste time, I suppose," he said, taking a seat. "I'm sure we have better ways we can spend the morning. Most of you look how I feel." He gave them a smile, then relaxed in the high-backed chair and tried not to fall asleep. Taking a deep breathe, Katy rose from her chair. She took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a little nervous-not that she would show it. iPad in hand, she brought the preliminary slide up on the huge screen, 1 of 20. Standing at the front of the conference room she knew her VP was not going to miss a trick here and if there was a mistake she would be in the firing line. Nonetheless, she introduced the team’s research, giving a clear overview of their approach and the structure of the work. As she delivered the work she maintained eye contact with her audience, her deep brown eyes constantly reviewing his reactions, was he enamored, disappointed, interested, bored? He certainly didn’t seem the latter, which was always something. This bolstered her confidence and she began to relax; walking to her place at the table she retrieved a summarized document. “And, as you can see here, Alan today’s market report concludes these findings.” Giving the VP a moment to review the figures, she unconsciously fidgeted with her TAG watch prior to continuing; only pausing to take a sip of water here and there. Upon reaching the penultimate slide, titled ‘Recommendations’, the tall brunette allowed herself to almost smile as she discussed the serious investment strategy the team had formulated. Finishing with, “We forecast initial market share being 4%, moving to a potential 9% in this £8.5bn market within three years. Do you require clarity on anything, Sir?” She asked, inadvertently raising a perfectly waxed eyebrow. Her toned calves flexed as she walked back to her place at the boardroom table, she had been pretty tense whilst up presenting and sinking into the soft leather chair was like receiving a very brief massage. The group of team discussed the points which Adam wished to expand upon. This would not be plain sailing-their VP was sharp and Katy was positive that he’s soon think of some issues with their work; but on the whole the was happy with her performance. Walking out of the room, having discussed their encounter after Adam departed Dave patted her on the back: “Well done, Kiddo, you’re playing with the boys now!” Returning to her desk Katy sat on its hard wooden top, causing her skirt to rise up slightly as she did. Checking her phone, she read a text from Matt; he was bitching about the fact he's having to attend the corporate event this evening, and that those things just ‘weren’t him’. Sighing heavily, the young woman hopped off her desk and headed to a spare meeting room. “So, I’m just supposed to follow you all over London during the week and get nothing back?!” She snarled down the phone. “This is bullshit, Matt!”“Kay, babe, it’s just not me all this corporate stuff. You understand, you've known me forever.” He whined down the receiver.“Matt, your career- “She stopped herself from what she was about to say. Her partner’s band had been quite successful in its day, when the guys were all in their early twenties. Alas, that was not the case anymore. Most of the members had realized this and settled for other lines of work to keep them going on the side. Hell, even Matt had started producing! What bugged her was that he thought she had sold out, taken the easy option, he didn’t get it, he didn’t get her, not anymore. “Look,” She sighed, running her hands through her thick glossy hair. “I appreciate you have issues with growing up.” He tried to protest, but she spoke through him. “You think that the rent gets paid by magic, that I just go to work and design a fucking poster-fine. I don’t care! But if you can’t give me support when I ask for it then we have huge problems, Matt. A taxi will be at the flat at 6pm to pick us up, if you’re there fine. If you’re not, well that’s your choice.” She hung up, noticing the shakiness in her hand as she pressed the red icon on the glass screen. They rarely fought and when they did, she usually proved quite submissive, but something seemed to have changed. Not that she had too much time to think about it, the rest of her day was packed up until she left the office at 4pm to get ready for this evenings celebrations In typical London fashion, as soon as you needed to get anywhere fast the tube ground to a haunt; this resulted in Katy not getting home for over an hour. Arriving at her black of flats in the Capital's up-and-coming East End, she sprinted up the four flights of stairs and burst into her apartment. She had 45 minutes to get ready and not that the young woman intended on going all out for this evening, she did wish to make an effort. Opening the fridge she retrieved a half empty bottle of Avignon Blanc and poured herself a large glass, prior to heading into their bedroom. She could hear the shower in the bathroom, signifying that Matt was home; however Katy would be damned if she was going to quiz him regarding his intentions for the evening. Stripping out of the clothes she had worn this during the day the tall brunette examined herself in the full length mirror whilst holding several potential outfits for this evening in front of her. Katy disregarded the red one- it made her shoulders look to broad; the deep purple one was no use- it made her look shapeless. The dark green-yes, that was most suitable-the color eventuated her dark eyes and hair, hugging her where women need an item of clothing to encompass them and the neckline and length were a good combination of alluring, whilst maintaining one's modesty. Just as Katy hooked her black lace bra in place, Matt made his way into the bedroom. She glanced sideways in his direction as he unhooked a suit from the wardrobe and laid it in the bed. She smiled to herself as she pulled her dark green dress up over her bare, lightly tanned thigh. "You should wear the other jacket-the black textured one, it looks really nice, not corporate at all." She smiled." Whatever you want, Kay." Her partner sighed, causing Katy's heart to sink slightly. However, she was running very late, so letting the comment go she left the small room to touch up her hair and makeup in the bathroom. Re-emerging ten minutes later, the pair made their way the cab in silence. This behavior continued during the half hour ride to the Hilton Park Lane where this evening's ceremony was being held. Upon arriving at the lavish setting, the couple checked their coats, picked up glasses of champagne which were being handed out and made their way towards the company's table. Upon sight of her colleagues, Katy took her boyfriend's tattooed hand in hers, and whispered in this ear, 'I don't care what kind of huff you are in, but for the next four hours, just snap out of it.' She pulled away from him and turned to her colleges, smiling as she exchanged pleasantries and introductions before finding her name and corresponding seat at the table, between Matt and Adam. It was a smooth presentation, but Adam had expected as much. The people in the boardroom that morning hadn't been picked for their good looks. It just so happened that the brunette had the best of both worlds. He was only human, after all, though it was her outline for the initial push forecast for growth that held his attention. Perhaps it was a little optimistic on her part, but optimism was by no means a bad thing. Perhaps he'd been in the game a little too long and seen too many other grand schemes come apart at crucial junctions. That was why he'd had to pick his team so carefully. If this went wrong, it was not going to be a minor dip in the company's upward trajectory. It would be a terrible blow to the organization as a whole. Heads would roll, his no doubt among them. The old man might like you, but he liked his company more. Pauline brewed him a giant mug of "coffee of the gods" and he sat behind the desk of his corner office for a few hours, going over the information booklet that he'd received that morning. He made a few cursory notes, offering some suggestions for improvements. It was busy work, mainly; the real work would come in the next couple of weeks, as Adam prepared a team to visit South Africa and talk with potential partners in person. He'd have to decide who was coming along." Well, I'm not going," said Pauline as she helped him on with his jacket. "Where would this office be without me?"" That's why I like you," he replied. "Your modesty."" Don't forget, meet and greets tonight," said his assistant, picking up her own coat and case." Are you going to be there?" he asked." Are you kidding me?" she said. "My parents have the kids tonight. I'm going home to my man, a pizza and a bottle of wine - not necessarily in that order. But don't worry, you'll survive without me." Adam hopped into a cab and headed home as soon as possible; he had left the car at home and wasn't in any mood to endure the Tube. His friends had told him he should get himself a driver; it'd cost no more than the amount he paid for taxis. But he'd never gotten around to it and besides, he liked driving. Andrea was waiting for him when he arrived. She gave him a quick kiss, then pushed him upstairs to change. She was almost ready, herself, dressed in a flattering little black number, her blonde locks resting atop her head in a stylish new do. He showered, shaved and threw on a new suit. He had no plans to be at this event any longer than he had to be. Unfortunately, that could still mean hours." Where are the boys?" he asked as they got into the car." Tony's with a friend," she replied. "Micheal's got some new girl."" That was quick," said Adam." He takes after his father," said Andrea." I was never like that when I was his age," he protested." Yes you were." A smirk crossed her lips. "Until I got my hands on you." Well, that may have been true. Adam was actually dating Andrea's best friend at the time, but she spurned his advances as best friends were supposed to. That was probably what attracted him the most; back then he was already a bright young thing with a full head of steam. Most girls fell to him quickly. But not Andrea. Just a shame that spark had been harder to find post-family. They arrived fashionably late - or just late, as far as he was concerned. But it hardly mattered; there were so many people there that their entrance was barely remarked upon. They took their drinks and mingled, ambling arm in arm. They finally took their seat and Adam was pleasantly surprised to see Katy sitting beside him. He made introductions." This is my wife, Andrea. Andrea, Katy here is one of our brightest and best. So naturally, I've dragged her kicking and screaming into the South Africa project." Andrea bobbed her head at Katy in greeting. "Pleased to meet you. Adam mentioned he'd promoted someone recently to handle things back at the home office. I hear you've had some good success with it. How are you liking the job?" The waitress swung by for drink orders. After the day he'd had, Adam considered ordering a scotch and soda, but figured he'd best restrain himself to wine. "Oh, just water for me, thank you," said Andrea with a trace of a blush. "I'm expecting." Adam smiled despite himself. Andrea was in her 30s and already a mother, yet acknowledging that her husband had impregnated her still made her blush. Oh, how lucky he was to have met her. He clasped her hand under the table and squeezed it gently. Andrea giggled slightly and half-whispered to Katy. "I made sure he attended tonight's event just so I could have another chance to dress up before I blow up like a balloon." She mimed the roundness of an invisible belly. Adam shook his head bemusedly. Personally, he thought Andrea an absolutely gorgeous pregnant woman - easily the rival of those naked celebrities on the cover of Vanity Fair. The idea of her burgeoning belly stuffed into a little black dress seemed delightful. Pity that his wife's sense of propriety dictated otherwise. Adam saw his wife's gaze flicker towards the man sitting next to Katy. Oh right, he hadn't introduced her to him. (Andrea was rather old-fashioned about such protocols.) For a moment he cursed not having Pauline here. She was the one who always remembered names of spouses and such. Dammit, she should be here to do this. But that was him being jealous; he'd much rather be home having pizza and sleeping with his spouse, too. "Ah, Andrea, this is Katy's...." Adam's gaze jumped to left hands. No ring, so probably not married. Unless they regarded wedding rings as some outmoded claptrap of a bygone era? Everything was so complicated these days. "... Katy's partner," he continued, picking what he hoped was a sufficiently generic catch-all term. Now the name. Started with "M". Michael? Mark? "Matthew," he at last ventured. "Matthew, this is my wife, Andrea. If I remember correctly, you're a musician, right, Matthew?" Finding their table Katy exchanges brief, cheery ‘Hellos’, with its occupants, prior to taking her seat next to, Adam, greeting him with a smile, whilst being instantly introduced to his wife. “Hi, nice to meet you.” The young woman smiled, extending a toned slender arm across the CEO’s chest, to shake, Andrea’s hand. Katy glanced at, Adam as his pretty wife complemented her prior to shaking her head. “No, not me I’m afraid. I’m in strategic marketing, been heading it for 6 months now-don’t think it would be fair to say I looked after things in, Adam’s absence. But, yes, I love it!” She added quickly. Having ordered herself a Hendricks, Katy returned her attention to Andrea, giving the woman a well-rehearsed ‘Oh you’re pregnant? Congratulations!’ smile. Katy, at 27, was regularly being updated by friends regarding their marriages and pregnancies. The latter was a phenomenon that the young woman could not comprehend and neither were high on her agenda. But nonetheless, she asked the obligatory pregnancy questions, scoffing as the skinny blonde spoke of ‘blowing up’.“Oh, I’m sorry!” Katy exclaimed, placing a perfectly manicured hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder as he shook hands with the CEO and wife in turn. “Well, it’s more like part-time musician, full-time producer these days.”“That’s nonsense!” Katy exclaimed. “Matt’s band is touring Europe in a few months and this time last year they were in The States.” She left out the part that the venues were getting smaller and the tickets were selling slower, and Matt seemed to be appreciative of this too as he gave her a warm smile.“You’re always your worst critic, eh?” He smiled to the group. At this the young woman could feel her shoulders physically drop a few inches as she relaxed. He was out of his mood and his interesting career appeared to attract the attention of others at the table, providing an ideal icebreaker. As, Matt answered numerous questions from the table regarding his career, Katy turned to Adam. Her department had coordinated the company’s attendance at the awards ceremony, including the entry itself. “I know you only just got back so I didn’t see the point in having Pauline bombarding you with any more than necessary, so I had Mike prepared to give the acceptance speech should we win.” Mike, the VP of Operations was sitting at the table behind Katy’s, “Also, the blonde gentleman sitting across from you.” Katy moved her head closer to, Adam’s so he could still hear her whisper. “He is a new VP at Sam cor, and we are inches away from getting on their approved gender list, so you might want a word. Lastly, Supply Chain are very happy with what we are getting from Stork, their CEO is wearing the blue tie.”“Us? Kids?!” Matt exclaimed “No! Katy has her a big enough job with me, never mind a baby. Right, Kay?” He smiled. He was kidding. Sort of. The evening progressed as company personnel worked the room, flitted between their chairs to eat their meal and work the room prior to the awards beginning. It was some ex-Olympic swimmer presenting the awards for numerous industry accolades: people development, health and safety, rising star and innovation, which Katy’s company were solid contenders for. The athlete was busy telling some joke about how innovative his technique had been prior to reading out the contenders prior to pausing for a moment, then announcing the result! She had been correct to brief, Mike on a speech-they won! There was much applause as people around the table exchanged congratulations, handshakes and kisses on the cheek. “A nice surprise to come back to.” Katy smiled to Adam, before giving Mike a nod to check he was alright to make his way to the stage. Adam greeted Katy's words calmly, but mentally he loosened his blade in his scabbard and glanced out of the corners of his eyes. The information might mean nothing, but one didn't rise to his position by taking things at face value. The company wasn't by particularly cutthroat compared to the Americans, but neither was it little league where every player got a trophy. One didn't achieve his position without a certain amount of standing in the spotlight. Junior executives that the clients recognized became senior executives. Adam didn't much care for hobnobbing, but he wasn't about to cede the limelight to an underling. His eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded the shapely brunette. Was this her ploy? No, Katy was ambitious, but also smart. Foolish men no doubt had found her lack of curves unappealing, but he hadn't hired her for her physical appearance. No, Katy had the skill and verve to go far if given the opportunity to prove herself. In another decade, she could be a contender for his job. But she was also smart enough to know that undermining him now gained her nothing - she hadn't the clout or experience to benefit by it. That left two options. Perhaps she was a pawn in someone's else's game. Mike's, perhaps? In truth, Adam thought Mike had a better chance of getting into Katy's pants than into Adam's job, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. And Katy wasn't likely to have been unwarily manipulated into being a pawn by someone like Mike. Second option was that Adam was seeing conspiracy that didn't exist. Perhaps Katy was just attempting to be conscientious about his heavy workload. She was, after all, new to the executive level. Perhaps kindness and sentimentality still guided her. He glanced over at Matt. That might explain why the young professional kept the brooding musician as her significant other. No doubt he'd been dangerous and exciting for a teenage Katy, but she'd grown up, put on a suit, and became an adult. Yet still she hung on to this holdover from youth. She was not wholly unattractive; surely even she could find someone more suitable. If her heart wielded such sway, then perhaps he was wrong to suspect a hidden agenda." How kind of you to take my workload into consideration," Adam replied, taking the gentler option. "I appreciate your foresight." He smiled congenially." Still, if I'm here, then I might as well do my duty. Clients want to see the man in charge. Have Mike pass me his notes; I'm sure I can make do."~~~~~~~~~~~Small talk followed, which Adam gratefully left to Andrea. Katy hadn't been wrong - he was operating on too little sleep right now. Fortunately Andrea could talk to just about anyone. Though he knew for a fact that his wife's didn't have the foggiest idea about the of music Matt played, she peppered the musician with questions as if she were a diehard fan. And after 20 minutes next to Katy, she had ferreted out the young woman's hometown, family, schooling, work history, hobbies, and favorite color. Adam blithely listened, content to be momentarily forgotten. When the award was announced, Adam arose and stepped to the podium. He made sure his path took him past some of the notables in the room - including the ones Katy had identified as potential clients - so that they could offer congratulatory handshakes. Such face-to-face contact was always good for cementing relationships. Adam had to junk most of Mike's prepared remarks; they would have rung false coming from him. Still, he'd made most of his career on talking to people, so this was not a problem. Lead off with a joke that would amuse a room full of executives who'd been drinking for the better part of an hour. Mention key names - Mike's notes had at least gotten that part right - for recognition and thanks. Say a few words about how the company's commitment to quality was ongoing to impress potential clients. End on an upbeat note and then get the hell off the stage before the speech seemed long. Done and done. Adam carried the glass plaque back to the table and handed it to Katy. "You were right to be confident in our success. I hope you bring that same confidence to the South Africa project. How about we meet at the start of next week to go more in depth on your thoughts?" Now that the award was bagged and the Press Releases had been circulated, Katy could finally fully relax. She grabbed another glass of champagne and returned to mix with the room for one last time, knowing who she had to speak with both from a professional point of view and friends within the industry. Finally, at around one am she found, Matt propping up one of the Hilton’s lavish bars. He was talking to an edgy looking bar tender, no doubt he had more in common with this guy than anyone else at this event. Pulling up an elegant bar stool, the young woman took a seat next to her significant other, her dark green dress rising a couple of inches up her toned thigh. “It was great chatting with you, Matt. And, thanks for the advice.” The young man smiled before turning to, Katy, “What can I get you?” He smiled. Ordering a double Drambuie, Katy turned to her boyfriend. “Imparting some wisdom?”“Something like that.” He smiled, looking around the emptying room. “I always feel like such a novelty at these things.”“ERM, yeah. You certainly are not the typical middle-aged boring man who attends these things.”“Neither are you!”“Aren’t you glad?” Katy smiled, raising a perfectly defined eyebrow. Matt paused before replying, falsely pondering her question, “Well the idea of sugar daddy is quite tempting. But I suppose, if it came down to the crunch, I’d prefer you. You’re a bit easier on the eye.” He beamed, before giving her a playful nudge.“Gee thanks!” She loved joking with him. At that moment, to Katy, he was the only guy in the world. When things with them weren’t feeling their recent strains, they were the perfect couple. Biting her bottom lip, Katy placed her hand on Matt’s knee, leaning forward and bringing her lips close to his ear. “And I bet I’m a lot better with my tongue.” She said the last three words very slowly before sitting back up straight and taking a sip of her night-cap.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Morning, Pauline.” Katy smiled as she entered the Executive Level of TCT’s premises in Canary War. It was a glorious autumnal day and the PA had an amazing view from her desk. “Good weekend?” The two women exchanged pleasantries whilst Katy admired the view for several minutes. “I’m actually up to schedule some time with, Adam. Maybe tomorrow morning?”“You don’t have to come up here to do that, Katy.” Pauline smiled. “You must be so busy now.”“Not at all. You helped me out so much in the past, I’d always have time for you.” This was the truth, as was the fact that Pauline was the gatekeeper to senior management, and keeping her onside would pay dividends. Looking through Adam’s packed Outlook schedule, Pauline said, “He’s booked up until Thursday, however, his morning meeting with Engineering is about to be cancelled so, can you do 10am today?”“Absolutely.” The young woman nodded. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours. And thanks!”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Checking her reflection in the elevator mirror, the young woman regarded her appearance. She looked severe, for want of a better term. Her loosely fitted black sleeveless blouse displayed her toned arms. The top was tucked into a pair of extremely fitted skinny black pants which stopped at her ankle, a couple of inches above where a pair of expensive black heels, which caused her to go from about five foot seven to 5 foot eleven. Her dark hair had been pulled back into a ponytail and a pair of thick rimmed Ray Bans framed her pretty face. She was meeting with a vendor who had not delivered on a promotional video, and it was, Katy that would be getting judged on that, if the issues were not rectified. The lift pinged, and she emerged back onto the Executive floor. “He’s free now, Katy- I saw him come in a couple of minutes ago.” Thanking her, Katy walked down the corridor, her heels clicked on the laminate flooring, until she reached the CEO’s office. Knocking once, she entered the spacious office.“Morning, Adam. Good weekend?” She asked, taking a seat opposite him. Adam resumed his seat and accepted a congratulatory kiss from his wife. "Such a nice speech, dear. You and your team must have worked so hard to be selected." Adam shook his head ruefully. "To be honest, my love, I have not the foggiest idea what the award is even for. I've often said I could do these events in my sleep, but I suspect I may have just proven it." Andrea smiled in that way that signaled mock sympathy. "Oh, you poor powerful tycoon. If only you were rich and powerful enough to have a subordinate who could do this for you." She wagged a finger at him. "Don't think I didn't notice you prying those notes away from Mike beforehand. You could very well have let him handle that acceptance for you." He took a drink of wine. Cabernet. Always Cabernet. What he wouldn't give for a nice Male. "If Mike had done it, we'd still be listening to him ramble on. The man knows his numbers, but he can't resist using a dozen words when five will do. They must have loved him at University." "Oh, so you did it not for ego, but in order to speed things along?" Andrea said, her eyes piercing him. God, she was still mesmerizing. "Yes, actually," Adam replied, a twinkle of mischief appearing in the corner of his eye. "I actually have important matters to attend to this evening." Andrea's blonde brows narrowed with disapproval. "Oh, heavens! Adam, you're just back in town! How can you have another meeting tonight?!" Adam leaned in close and lowered his voice. "As a matter of fact, I was thinking that after such a long time away from home, it was high time I took my beautiful wife to bed." His wife's cheeks flared a slightly deeper shade of pink under her makeup. "Adam! Please! Someone might hear you." "Everyone at this table works for me. If they don't like it, I can fire them." "Adam!" she repeated, placing a warning hand on his chest. But he could see beneath her outrage, she was aroused by his indiscretion. "I need to do a quick pass of the room to say some goodbyes. I suggest you finish your wine, and freshen up, and meet me by the elevators in fifteen minutes. We'll head straight down from there. I'll then tip the limo driver an extra hundred to take the scenic route home while we enjoy ourselves in the back. Agreed?" Andrea permitted herself a sly smile and nodded sharply. They kissed softly, then stood and parted ways. Adam grinned as he watched his wife's curvaceous form disappear into the crowd. God, it was good to be back home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Morning, Adam. Good weekend?” Adam glanced up from the file on his desk. He started to motion for her to sit, but saw she already was. Cheeky. "Hello, Katy. My weekend was fine." He paused. "No, that's actually short-changing things. I turned off my phone nearly all of Saturday and spent it with my boy. Took in a football match and had pizza afterward. Then had a quiet dinner with the wife." He smiled to himself. Actually, it'd really been dinner or quiet. Demure though Andrea was, she could be quite vocal in the bedroom. And in the weeks since their last coupling, they'd both been long overdue for that marital bliss. And my had Andrea been pleased.... He refocused his attention on Katy. "I know, probably sounds dull to folks your age. But spend weeks living out of a suitcase and the comforts of home just become irresistible." Adam grinned. "Of course, you will find out for yourself pretty soon. I intend to move into the next phase of the South Africa project while we've still got the forward momentum and I think you should be part of the next trip. The work I've seen out of you thus far has been solid, but I personally think you can't fully grip a project of this scale till you've met the locals and breathed the air. You up for it, Katy?" Adam returned to the conversation at the table. He turned in his chair towards Andrea. “I’ll be back shortly. I have an important matter to attend to this evening." Andrea's blonde brows narrowed with disapproval. "Oh, heavens! Adam, you're just back in town! How can you have another meeting tonight?" Adam leaned in close. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he lowered his voice. "As a matter of fact, I was thinking that after such a long time away from home, it was high time I took my beautiful wife to bed." His wife's cheeks flared a slightly deeper shade of pink under her makeup. "Adam! Please! Someone might hear you." Adam slid his hand higher up Andrea’s leg and squeezed his fingers into the softness of her upper inner through her dress. His pinkie stretched out trying to make contact further up." Adam!" she repeated, placing a warning hand on his chest. But he could see beneath her outrage, she was aroused by his indiscretion." I need to do a quick pass of the room to say some goodbyes. I suggest you finish your wine, and freshen up, and meet me by the elevators in fifteen minutes. We'll head straight down from there. I'll then tip the limo driver an extra hundred to take the scenic route home while we enjoy ourselves in the back. Agreed?" Andrea permitted herself a sly smile and nodded sharply. They kissed softly, then stood and parted ways. Adam grinned as he watched his wife's curvaceous form disappear into the crowd. God, it was good to be back home.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Morning, Adam. Good weekend?” Adam glanced up from the file on his desk. He started to motion for her to sit, but saw she already was. Cheeky." Hello, Katy. My weekend was fine." He paused. "No, that's actually short-changing things. I turned off my phone nearly all of Saturday and spent it with my boys. We took in a football match and had pizza afterward. Then had a quiet dinner with the wife." He smiled to himself. Actually, it'd really been dinner or quiet. Demure though Andrea was, she could be quite vocal in the bedroom. And in the weeks since their last coupling, they'd both been long overdue for that marital bliss. And my, had Andrea been pleased.... He refocused his attention on Katy. "I know, probably sounds dull to folks your age. But spend weeks living out of a suitcase and the comforts of home just become irresistible." Adam grinned. "Of course, you will have an opportunity to find out for yourself pretty soon. I intend to move into the next phase of the South Africa project while we've still got the forward momentum and I think you should be part of the next trip. The work I've seen out of you thus far has been solid, but I personally think you can't fully grip the magnitude of this project until you've met the locals and breathed the air.” Adam rose from behind his desk and sat on a front corner facing Katy. “I came in early this morning and reread your projections concerning market penetration and market share in the timeframe you presented. I think you maybe a bit optimistic given the approach suggested in the team’s report.” Pausing for effect, Adam stared directly into Katy’s eyes looking for a reaction. He then continued, “What if we were to go in a different direction on the South Africa project? The old man is very keen on growth, expansion, and an increase to the bottom line. What if we could make your projections look pessimistic? How would you feel about that?”

Shifting Outlooks (Closed)|rating:4.0

You Only Live Twice (Falanor & LM)

Disclaimer: This story is an adaptation from an Ian Fleming novel and James Bond movie and may contain ideas, locations, and characters created and expressed by the original author(s). It was Monday morning on a muggy London day in August. Quentin Clarke stood looking out over the Thames watching the haze already starting to form over the city’s bustling center. He was wondering about his latest psych evaluation. Two kills. Two kills to gain Double-Oh status; two kills and a psych evaluation. Since the mid-90s MI6 had taken a greater interest in the mental and emotional strains on the mind of agents. In the Double-Oh Section especially the agents showed excessive coping mechanisms despite their rigorous training regimen. It was only a matter of time before Clarke would start to show those same symptoms. Such was living for Queen and Country. The purr of the phone on his desk brought him back to reality. It was probably Tanner on the line summoning him at M’s behest. M was taking her time in putting her own stamp on MI6. Miss Moneypenny was among the last of the changes. M tried to surround herself with men she could trust; it was a different mindset from her predecessor, who kept Miss Moneypenny because she was not only an able secretary, but also because she softened the blows placed on agents’ minds and bodies. The current M took a much more scientific and analytical approach. Hers was a background in precision statistics and scientific analysis, and MI6’s role in the global intelligence community shifted as a result. The battlefield had changed as well. The Cold War was over, the Warsaw Pact had collapsed under its own weight, and Europe solidified into the world’s most powerful economic bloc with a reunified Germany at its head. Cities like Kabul, Baghdad, Damascus, and Karachi had replaced Berlin as the most important diplomatic objectives of the Western governments. Only China remained as a national threat, though she did her best to shoulder her way onto the global stage, and had decidedly done so since the close of the Cold War. The phone purred again, and Clarke answered.“She’d like you to come up right away.” He has rung off. It was indeed Tanner. Concise, cold, professional. William ‘Bill’ Tanner was a Navy man. M liked Navy men. She had come from Naval Intelligence herself. Tanner was the main gatekeeper for M now. It was likely he knew almost everything that she did. It was 9 in the morning, and most of the building was quiet and still waking up from a sweltering weekend. The weather was so hot and humid that it lulled London into a steamy, stinking slumber. All that changed when Clarke arrived at the top floor, M’s Office. M was wide awake, a concerned yet professional look on her face.“Clarke, come in, sit down,” she attempted to smile as she depressed a button on her phone and Clarke came to one of the black leather chairs before her desk.”Clarke is here,” she said into the speaker, “bring in some coffee and refreshment.” She didn’t even say good-morning.“While we’re waiting, take a look at this.” M passed an iPad across the desk to him. It was opened to a news article in that day’times.CHINESE SHUTTLE AND SPACE LAB MISSING Beijing Accuses United States of SabotageBEIJING (August 28) – The growing tensions between the People’s Republic of China and the United States increased this morning when the National People’s Congress accused the United States of being responsible for the disappearance of their latest Khufu Hoodoo Space Lab/Shuttle mission. The United States denied the charge by the Chinese and repeated their own accusation of Chinese sabotage. Tracking stations reported that the shuttle, carrying the Khufu lab, disappeared from their screens early this morning as it headed east over Manchuria towards the Pacific. The station was launched aboard the shuttle Chanson on June 15 of this year. Both craft have been in orbit since then, conducting experiments in immune-biology according to Xingu News Agency, the official Chinese news agency. The mission was to continue for two more weeks, when the station would then be detached from the shuttle and placed into permanent orbit. The crew was to return to earth aboard the shuttle. The fate of the crew aboard the shuttle is not known. While denying any involvement in the current mishap, the United States repeated its accusation that the Chinese sabotaged its Explorer mission in September of last year. The Explorer mission was aborted when the main on-board computer failed. The United States claims the mission was sabotaged. A ground crew member confessed to being the saboteur and a Chinese agent, but he died before coming to trial. The Chinese, while neither confirming nor denying the allegation, did note that the destruction of their spacecraft and the loss of human life involved could be termed ‘a completely immoral and inhumane act.’ The coffee and wafers had been delivered by the time Clarke was done reading the article. M awaited his initial reaction to the story before continuing with her briefing. (down, crossing his legs and adjusting the cuff of the pants leg at rest on his knee, Quentin regarded M’s attitude, her no-nonsense approach to her duty, with a nod and a polite, “Yes mum,” as he picked up the iPad and read over the report. It was grim news, the lines it drew, the connections behind it all rankled Quentin’s skin. The office was austere, controlled and order, like the woman that ran MI6 herself. He felt a certain approval of this change, less clutter and a precision that a surgeon would kill for. That aspect of her persona trickled down to the rest of MI6 itself to make it transform from a burgeoning, lumbering behemoth that lagged behind their American counterparts in the CIA. Now MI6 was once again a front-runner in the Global Intelligence race. Gone was the old boys’ club, replaced with an efficient organization that held a global reach; in other words, a perfect home for Clarke.“Well,” Quentin said, “That’s certainly an interesting bit of news.” Picking up a wafer and a cup he pondered the possible implications. “So, I’m assuming that America hasn’t developed some space borne arm of the C.I.A. yet. That leaves the question of who could have pulled off such an elaborate heist and to what end.” Stirring the cup and dipping the wafer into the dark brew he bit off part of the confection and sipped the coffee.“Do we know what the Chinese were really working on? Could it have been something on their end that caused the disappearance of their station?” (looked Clarke straight in the eye. She liked her Double-Ohs to have a healthy dose of cynicism. Governments rarely told the whole truth when they could get away with less, and she was pleased how easily 003 had read between the lines, though it didn’t show the least in her demeanor.“As you know,” she began, “this is merely the latest in the accusations between the Chinese and the Americans. Relations between those two countries have been deteriorating over the past several years, I’m sorry to say, but accusations aren’t our business. I’ve brought you here for something bigger.“I’ve had a call from the Defense Minister. He alerted me to something I was previously unaware. It seems there’s more to the Chinese space laboratory than Beijing has let out. They were conducting experiments in bacteriology – particularly with viruses – aboard the lab. Something about the effects of zero-gravity on viral growth and solar radiation affecting mutation rate. Very advanced experiments.“For some reason the Chinese decided to abandon the lab – or so we have heard. The Defense Minister and I have reached the conclusion that something went wrong on the space lab, perhaps a new form of virus mutation. If this is indeed the case, there is a great danger of an epidemic of some sort should the space lab return to Earth.“Of course, Beijing isn’t admitting anything of the kind. They would never admit they are performing what might be considered germ warfare experiments. They have also accused the Americans of sabotaging the Chinese mission in retaliation of their own failed mission. I find this accusation hard to accept. Nonetheless, the Chinese space shuttle has disappeared. One of our top operatives in Beijing has reported that the Chinese lost track of the shuttleChuansuo, which contained the lab, as it re-entered the atmosphere. The last calculation indicated it was due to come down somewhere in the North Pacific.“The last clue we have to the space lab’s location comes from a Russian naval base on Sakhalin, which reported that an unidentified object plummeted towards the Sea of Japan. There is now a rather large Chinese naval exercise being held in that area. Obviously, they are hoping to find the lab before anyone else does. As far as we can determine, they have not told the Japanese authorities anything about the space lab or indeed why their navy seems to keep encroaching into Japanese waters.” “I am, of course, at your disposal. Besides, politics were never my strong suit in college,” he said as he listened to M lay out a rather startling case of potential dangers to all of Earth. If things didn’t sound bleak enough, they would by the time she had finished briefing him. “Does the MOD have anything more detailed? Maybe if the experiments were airborne or what state they were in before the evacuation? If the experiments were in the earlier stages then it might be fairly quick, the clean-up. Though, with you calling me here, I have my doubts, mum.” The idea that the lab may have already splashed down in the Northern Pacific chilled him somewhat. “So we’re looking at a potential viral outbreak that may, or may not, become a possible extinction level event, depending on exactly what they crafted in that lab? My Japanese is a bit rusty, but my diving skills are fairly spot-on. When do I leave?” he asked with a smile that was filled with a quiet confidence. Truth be told, the idea of the assignment made Quentin’s skin crawl. Bullets and knives were one thing, something he could avoid, something survivable with the right doctor. A virus wreaking havoc inside him, if things went south, made his blood run cold. M narrowed her eyes across the desk, and judge of people that she was, she was satisfied she had chosen the right man for this job. Agents of MI6, especially Double-Ohs, had a tendency to…dehumanize over the course of a career. Eventually the psychological wear and tear was offset by dependencies, eventually leading to early retirement, or early death. But Clarke still had an important streak of humanity left in him: fear. Fear was exactly the emotional quality M wanted out of the agent assigned to this mission, and one missing from many of the other Double-Ohs, at least the ones not already on assignment. Ironically, the same quality that made 003 useful on this mission was the same that, when eventually lost, would degrade him to a point of uselessness. She was literally using the man, a scarce resource; such was the struggle of running an organization like MI6. Clarke had asked all the right questions, and now she was forced to lay out the truth of what she knew before him.“As you can well imagine, if the world knew that a virus-laden laboratory had possibly blown apart in the sea, the resulting panic would be indescribable. Beijing has kept quiet about the contents of the space lab, but they have suggested sabotage on the part of the Americans. Tension between the two nations has been building recently, and the current crisis isn’t helping matters.“Normally in a situation like this we would simply be willing to aid our American allies with what information we gather and let them do the leg work. However, we have not told anyone our real fears about the contents of the space lab. We have reason to believe that the virus experiments the Chinese conducted on the lab were based onBritishresearch. Not that our scientists were working on germ warfare; quite the contrary. It seems that these virus strains originated from some experiments on genetic engineering. When our researchers discovered how dangerous the new strains were, they were ordered to end their work in that area immediately. Somehow, their research must have been leaked to the Chinese…for a healthy price I have no doubt.“If the Chinese do reveal the truth about their space lab – and the source of their viral experiments – the damage to the UK and its intelligence network will be irreparable. Therefore, we must become involved in this matter. I have even gone so far as asking the head of the Japanese Secret Service, Tiger Tanaka, to find out anything about downed aircraft in the Sea of Japan. I gave him the impression it was one of our spy planes. He agreed to cooperate, but he hasn’t yet replied. We really can’t press him without giving him reasons.“This is where you come in, Clarke. You are to go to Japan and find out what happened to that lab. Tanaka will provide you with whatever you need and with whatever information he’s so far uncovered. Don’t be afraid to work with him; he’s been of enormous help to us before, and I’m sure he’ll willingly assist us again.” She paused for effect, then continued, “But, you are not to tell anyone – not even Tanaka – about the virus experiments. The Minister of Defense and I do not want anyone – not even our best friends – knowing that we may be partly responsible for what may occur. Not yet at least. So I repeat: What I have told you is top secret. Is that understood?” Ah, Clarke thought to himself, his face conveying no change in emotion, That explains a great deal, then… The origin point of this possible virus would be a great deal of damage at the reputation of his Government, as if he needed any other reason to desire success with the mission. “I assume someone here is tracking down this potential leak. I’ll make sure to keep my end nice and clean, you’ve got more than enough to worry about, mum,” Clarke said. Noting her words in regard to his Japanese contact, “I’m not overly familiar with Mr. Tanaka, something I’ll rectify en route,” he said, already organizing his mental list of tasks to complete before landing in Japan. Sounds easy enough. Make nice with our Japanese contact, discuss nothing of my mission, locate the fallen lab, destroy contents-not dying in the same time-and make it home in time for dinner. Simple.he thought sardonically. Nodding his understanding, “Understood. No knowledge of this will leave me; you have my word on that. I’ll eradicate this virus by whatever means necessary, mum. By your leave?” he said, waiting for her permission. “There’s still more, 003,” M advised. “I’m not about to send you halfway around the world without a plan. MI5 is taking care of things this end. Our operative in Beijing is even now relaying information about the strains of virus that were being used in the experiments. Q Branch is coordinating an all-out effort with our scientists to find antitoxins to neutralize these viral strains.“If you find the lab, and it’s still in one piece, make sure it stays closed. Don’t open it, and don’t let anyone else open it. If our scientists find an antitoxin, we’ll send it to you immediately. Then you can open the lab and do what you must to sterilize it. If we haven’t yet found an antitoxin, then you must guard the lab until we find one. Remember, if you find the lab, you are to tell no one but us.“You will catch the flight for Tokyo at four this afternoon. Your contact will be Richard Henderson, and expatriated Australian who frequently works with Tanaka. He is expecting you, and has arranged to contact you at a sumo wrestling match in Tokyo tomorrow afternoon. When you land, take a car to Kokugikan Hall. There are three ticket windows at the front doors; Henderson will arrange for the tickets to be reserved in any name you like at the first window.“Five minutes into the match, a Japanese woman will sit in the empty seat beside you. She will wait a few minutes, and then give the password – ‘I love you’. She will take you to see Henderson, for whom she works. Henderson will then take you to see Tanaka.“Now, you have only a few hours until your flight, but you’re going to spend that time in a crash course in Japanese customs and manners, and then you’re going to spend some of your 14 hours on the flight going over and over it until it sinks in.” M’s phone then purred, and she pressed a button,“he’s here, mam,” came over the line.“Send him in, please,” M said, and then the door to her office opened, and she stood up. “I’d like you to meet Michael Hashimoto, an expert in Japanese customs and manners. He was born in Osaka, but has lived in London for the past 12 years. He taught Japanese language and literature courses at Cambridge until recently, when he joined MI6. Furthermore, he will spend the next four hours with you, teaching you what you will need to know to get by in Japan. You will, of course, take notes.” M then turned her attention to Hashimoto, “Mr. Hashimoto, 003 is your student.” Kishimoto bowed to Clarke in greeting, then popped up to extend his hand. His accent was very slight. “It is a pleasure to meet you, 003. Will you follow me, please? I have a room reserved for our use.” Ah, Q Branch… Clarke thought. “Well I hope they get the antitoxin cocktail created fast, I don’t relish the idea of babysitting a sunken space station very much,” he said with a half grin, knowing that Q Branch would be working overtime to get something this important finished. “Worry not; the whereabouts of this lab won’t be a topic of casual conversation for me, M.” Quirking his eyebrow at the coded phrase he decided the better part of valor was to say nothing, though he knew the unconscious act had already said enough. “Sumo match, Kokugikan Hall, sounds all so very native of me.” The idea of a long flight, hours of study and then engaging in covert acts was an odd mixture of elation for Clarke. Especially since the act had to be carried out in a culture he wasn’t nearly as familiar with as he should be. I’ll be thankful for the time to drill customs, no doubt. Quentin stood just a hair after M to turn and see the man enter the room, putting on his best smile he bowed in return. “Zaibatsu, Hashimoto-shi. Sore Wei Anita de dose sure yo NI roads,” Clarke said, his Japanese was a bit rusty, and his accent was terrible, but he felt that after a few hours with Michael that he’d get tighter control on it. “Please, lead on,” he said to his tutor. Turning back to M, “Thank you for the assignment, mum, I won’t let you down.” Over the next four exceedingly tedious hours, Professor Hashimoto took 003 on a crash course through Japanese society and culture. The first lesson was on 003’s use of the Japanese language. While impressed with knowledge that so few in the West knew, Hashimoto pointed out that, unless a language is known very fluently, it should never be used by a foreigner engaging in espionage. The potential for follow-up questions and any conversation going deeper than inane topics revealing a less-than-complete knowledge of the language is an easy way of getting arrested. Trust that the people you will need to communicate with will be prepared on their own to communicate with you. The next topic was that Japanese society is simply different from those of Europe and North America. He used two examples. The Constitution of the United States, with its emphasis on the individual, is practically meaningless to the Japanese, and Freudian psychology, which Western popular culture has pretty well assimilated and accepted, runs into a brick wall when applied to the Japanese. These Western theories are based on certain assumptions which the Japanese simply do not hold. The Japanese know this about foreigners –gain– a term 003 should expect to hear a lot. The term was once considered a slur, but less so today. Gain have a special place in Japanese society. They are not expected to conform to Japanese norms because they are outside the Japanese societal system. In Japan one does not necessarily do as the Japanese do; instead, one does what one would normally do, and the Japanese will accommodate. Even foreigners who have become Japanese citizens have noted this. Japanese society revolves around the group, not the individual. This is becoming less true today, but the group is still a very powerful force. Conformity is expected and desired. For instance the Tokyo subway handles millions of passengers daily, but there are no congestion problems. Unlike London or New York, in Tokyo the Japanese line up on the platform and patiently await their turn to ride. They even allow themselves to be pushed into the car by subway workers to make sure every car is filled to capacity. Everything in Tokyo exists in line-ups, but there is very little disorder. The group concept has a great effect on the lives of the Japanese. Workers are trained by a company, and they stay with that company sometimes for life; some companies even have a corporate song that the employees sing every morning before beginning work, after their group exercises. Family is still highly important, even though the number of divorces and single people is increasing lately. And tradition is revered; the Japanese have managed to become a thoroughly modern nation while keeping their past solidly intact. Unlike the West, Japan does not delight in destroying myths. Most important Japanese business and political decisions are made by consensus. The viewpoints of all subordinates are considered before the person in charge will announce a decision. In this way, the concept of the group is given its due. Furthermore, subordinates’ viewpoints are actually considered, not merely solicited so that the leader can seem like a good fellow. One result of this approach is that decisions take a long time to reach. Business meetings often run for days, with entertainment and small talk considered important to the final decision. The normal Western businessman is often consumed with impatience by this process. The ideals of the Japanese past are loyalty, duty, obligation, courage, obedience, and submissiveness to authority. The famous system ofgiriandon– duty and obligation – suggests that doing the right thing is response to something is vitally important to getting along in Japanese society. Moreover, the right thing to do is in part determined by the concept owning– noble human feeling. The Japanese believe that the individual must be secondary to the group in all things; that the individual exists only as part of the group, within which one is obliged to work. It is important never to offend. One should be polite even if it is difficult. Also, patience is expected. The Japanese may be in a hurry to modernize, but not to put a lid on a business deal. A person should never go against the grain of the people around him. It is fine to take the initiative, but not to the point of offending people. The fairness of what one does may take a back seat to actually do it and winning. But a person should be polite, even if attacking from the rear. After the delivery of these points of focus, afternoon was quickly approaching. From this point on Clarke would be on his own…in fourteen hours he would arrive in a foreign land with only a cursory knowledge of its society and culture, and under strict orders to hide the true extent of his mission from his primary contact. It wasn’t going to be easy. Apparently, in Quentin’s estimation, his memory was full of rose colored hues at recalling his Japanese. Or so it felt like such as Professor Hashimoto relentlessly drilled his instructions into 003’s brain with a wide bore verbal drill. The fullness and skill with which the man took at painstakingly reminding Quentin just how much he had forgotten, along with how much he hadn’t known, would have impressed even the drill sergeants at Sandhurst, if not sending them running for the hills. Thanking the Professor, profusely, for his time and tutelage Clarke made sure to keep pouring over his notes, both mental and physical copies, during the flight. It was hard to find a balance between the studying and drilling of his Japanese, both dialect and societal information, as well as digesting all the intel that MI-5 had gathered for him to review on his mission. Luckily, thanks in part to the fourteen-hour flight and the upbringing from his father, ever the diplomat, he began to feel comfortable enough in his knowledge that he’d offend as little as possible. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but along the way 003 had nodded off, only to be awakened by the strong jostling of the turbulence as the place came in for its final approach. Yawning against the back of his hand, he stretched out the weariness from his joints, and leaned back as the engines roared. “Now, to prove that all the time and energy I spent in the last few days wasn’t worthless…” he smirked to himself. The aircraft hit the tarmac, expertly so by the pilot’s skill, with little more than a strong jostling. When it had finally taxied for disembarkation of its passenger Clarke was more than ready to get things underway. Any nerves he had become stilled as he stood to retrieve his baggage and leave for the terminal. Had 003 not received the training from Professor Hashimoto he would have never noticed the change in people around him. It was almost an imperceptible shift in attitude and demeanor, one that would have been so had the agent not been made aware of such things beforehand, which seemed to ripple around him as he made his way through the throng of people. Within minutes of retrieving his belongings from the carousel Clarke hailed a cab, dropping his bags at his hotel room, and made his way to the Kokugikan Hall. The atmosphere was lively, as lively as a Sumo match’s audience could get, and he sat watching two large men battle in the center of the circle. While the practicality of the men’s size burgeoned on the impossible for the type of job Quentin held the application of their martial art could be easily seen. Pushing and unbalancing the opponent, driving him where you need him to be, and ultimately, dealing with him in a way that best suited your desire for victory were all things that could have been used in combat if the need arose as a spy. (Hall was thronged with excited spectators gathered to watch the prestigious Monash, or professional tournament. The Japanese had been fans of this ritualistic form of wrestling since the time of Rome. It could easily be discerned by those with expertise is physical combat that the professionals were highly trained men, and very respectful of tradition and ritual. The first match began with the seat to Clarke’s right empty, but there was more than enough to snare his attention. The two mammoth men, named Katakana and Too, joined in a ritual of purification. Then they entered the ring that was roughly 15 feet in diameter, and began to move around each other in a ritual dance that mixed precise movement with physical intimidation. When one of the men slammed his massive foot to the ring, the wooden floors of Kokugikan Hall shook under the force of the impact. The men were nearly naked now as they faced each other within grappling distance. A man wearing all white refereed the match, and signaled the men to come together with the blow of a whistle and a jerking movement of his arm. Nearly half a ton of man then slammed together, and the crowd in Kokugikan hall ignited into excited cheering. The men grabbed at each other’s belts and tried to remain as fixed to the mat as a stone while taking down the other man, or pushing him out of the ring. The men were enormously powerful in their bout of leverage. These men were not slow or clumsy, but martial artists who moved with speed and precision mixed with power. Suddenly Too was pushed from the ring, and the crowd roared in response, enveloping Clarke in a cacophony of cheering. A closer look at the crowd revealed that almost entirely it was made up of men. There was the very occasional woman, but there was less than one per one hundred men in the crowd. The crowd surged again, even louder than before, as Too was again pushed from the ring and the bout ended with Katakana was declared the winner. Still the seat next to Clarke sat empty. The second bout began soon after featuring wrestlers named Adhara and Irish. Adhara was easily one of the largest men Clarke had ever seen, over six and a half feet tall and nearly 35 stone. He was a literal giant in the ring next to Irish. To make it even more unbalanced, Irish was an older man; at least there were gray steaks in his pig tailed curls. After the ritualistic purification and intimidating dance, again the two men came together, and the crowd again surged like waves crashing against a rocky shoreline.(the seat next to Clarke’s was taken. A man sat next to him, Caucasian, about six feet tall with sandy golden hair and friendly blue eyes. He was silent for a long moment, but then as the crowd surged to applaud he leaned against Clarke and spoke. “G’day,” he spoke with an unmistakable Australian drawl. He spoke a few more nonchalant sentences about Sumo and Japan, and then as the second bout ended, he spoke a phrase to Clarke. “I love you,” he said. He then tilted his head for them to leave before the third bout got underway. Quentin sat, somewhat enthralled, watching the tournament and slowly lulling himself into the enjoyment of the sport with the fans. It was a unique experience, watching the large men battle in the ring as well as watching them perform their observances. But, by the second match, tension had slowly worked its way into his muscles and bones as his contact had yet to arrive. The bloody hell can she be…he wondered idly, not glance in the direction of his empty seat and pretending to be fully engaged in the display. When the seat was suddenly filled, halfway through the match, Clarke stilled for only a moment as he realized that it was anything but with the contact he was supposed to meet. The clear tones of the Aussie beside him told him who he might be dealing with, and it wasn’t until the man gave the coded phrase, at the end of the match, that Clarke knew he was speaking with Henderson. Only slightly uncomfortable… Clarke thought as he stood and walked with the man. It occurred to 003 that it might not be Henderson, in fact. That the mission had been compromised by either the Americans or the Chinese, that he was being led into a trap. Eyes casting sideways glances as they walked, observing possible exit points, potential dangers and searching for any hidden assailants, he kept his exterior calm, cool and collected. Losing my head now would only mean death. When they were away enough to be easily heard between each other, Clarke cleared his throat, “Mr. Henderson, I presume? What seems to have occurred with the contact I was originally supposed to meet?” He grinned slightly as he spoke calmly, “I ask because if I’m being watched, which I presume is a possibility, that your slight alteration has made things a bit…noticeable.” Henderson froze at Clarke’s question and shot him a look. “Best get in the car before we discuss business, mate,” he chided. “For, er, the reasons you just mentioned.” He mulled Clarke’s question over as they walked the last few steps to the car, asking himself why he wasn’t expected, when he was supposed to be the contact. Why was Clarke wary? He pressed a button and a nearby cream-colored Lexus LS460 beeped.(“You already checked in at your hotel, mate? Good.” Henderson got into the driver’s side and waited for Clarke to get in. As soon as Clarke was in, Henderson turned the engine over and began explaining the situation. He even had an answer to Clarke’s trepidation. “We needed her for other duties tonight. It’s a busy time round here.” He turned to Clarke with a jovial smile, “I do hope you’re not too disappointed.”“Root then. First time in Japan? I’ve been living here for almost twenty years now. Great country. Great women,” he laughed. “I’ve been working with Tanaka for about five of that though, eh? The Australians and the Japanese work together and look after each other in this part of the world. The Americans like to think they’re in charge, but it’s us on the front lines and in the trenches, eh? Since I’ve been working for Tanaka I’ve been basically working as a liaison between the Australian and Japanese Secret Services, without being a part of either. Keep me out of trouble that way, understand. As Henderson rambled on about his dealings with the Australians and the Japanese, he was dropping Tanaka’s name quite a lot. Between M’s opinion and Henderson’s, Tanaka was turning into a man who seemed to leave deep impressions on anyone he met. The conversation also allowed time for Clarke to take an inventory of his equipment. The most important was a pen alarm. When activated, it would send a radio signal that the Royal Navy was tuned to pick up and home in on the location. It was concealed in a normal looking ballpoint pen. Clarke was also equipped with an Avram tracer, a device that could be placed clandestinely on a car or person to track it. His phone was also equipped with a device that could crack a safe in a pinch.“Root,” Henderson droned on, “so here’s the plan. Tanaka can see us later tonight. In the meantime, I’m taking you to my place where I have a traditional Japanese dinner planned including some delicious local delicacies. After dinner, we’ll go meet Tanaka.” The drive from Kokugikan Hall to Henderson’s house took about 20 minutes. Henderson lived about five miles north of the center of Tokyo in a suburb called Yamaguchi. His house, as well as the others surrounding it, were built in the traditional Japanese style, which looked a bit like the half-timbering popular in traditional European buildings, although Henderson’s was a single level. They came up around the back via a driveway from the street, giving the front of the house a very clean, welcoming look. Attached to the west end of the house was a traditional Japanese garden that was surrounded by a variety of short trees. Henderson led Clarke up three wooden steps from the driveway to the back door. As soon as they crossed theshikii, Henderson bent down to remove his shoes. He wasn’t wearing any socks under his leather loafers. “Root, now it’s ok forgiven, foreigners, to keep your socks on inside the house, but locals never will.” He then led Clarke through the house to theZashiki, or main room for guests. Here, Seahawks waiting patiently and obediently to serve Henderson’s guest. She was squatting squarely on her toes and heels upon thetatamimats that covered the entire floor. “She doesn’t speak much English, but she understands some. Have a seat on the mat. I’m just going to go change into something more comfortable for dinner, and then we’ll have our meal.” Henderson smiled and excused himself.(was a beautiful room. The timbers were stained in a glossy black, and along the far wall, a pair ofshojidoors were opened to the garden beyond, allowing its tranquil sounds to enter the room. Furinhanging outside tinkled in the light, warm breeze. There were severalsudarestrewn about the floor to provide comfort, and along the left wall was the traditionaltokonoma, an alcove that housed a black shelf. The room contained a variety of flowers, and on the walls hung variouskakemono, wall hangings, cloth scroll paintings, and calligraphy. It was the finest room in the house. Thegeishasmiled pleasantly at the newly arrivedgaijinbeckoning to serve him. He surely enjoys talking enough for the both of us… Clarke thought as he followed the agent into the building. “Dinner sounds like a good idea. The food on the plane was lacking, to say the least.” 003 said with a polite smile. “You certainly have a lovely house, Henderson.” The agent removed his shoes and followed Henderson through the house. His eyes caught all the small nuances of the decor, how well Henderson had taken care to immerse himself into the culture, “The time here has treated you quite well. I’m not sure if I could have acclimated myself to a new home, too much love for Queen and Country as it were,” he nodded to the agent and the woman. Letting the other man excuse himself Clarke took the time to cast his glance across everything in the room, eyes quickly scanning for possible threats and potential avenues of escape. Having assessed the room well enough to his level of comfort he took a spot on one of the mats laid out, sitting as best he could, the suit he wore not being made for traditional kneeling, and nodded to the woman so that she might begin her duties. “So, you don’t speak much English then?” he asked of her, receiving only a demure smile as a response. “No, I didn’t think so…” he smiled back. Or she speaks perfect English…the spy in him thought. Thegeishalifted herself from the floor and approached a black teapot encased in a web of red twine where a local blend of leaves was steeping, and lending the room a very pleasant fragrance. Methodically, she poured two servings into black porcelain cups with no handles. She brought one to Clarke just as Henderson re-entered the room. He was now wearing a beautiful silver kimono in silk interwoven with patterns of black. Henderson sat across the small central table in the room, and reclined into a relaxed posture. He took tea after Clarke had taken his.“First time in Japan, Mr. Clarke?” Henderson asked, taking a sip of the warm, not scalding tea. “I apologize about the mishap in the initial contact. I know that can be detrimental in this business. I wish there had been some sort way we could have informed you of the change. It would have been a lot less stressful for both of us. Everything seems to be in order now, though.”(tea, Henderson, in Japanese, requested dinner to be served. The main course wasmamushi, the skinned, broiled meat of a poisonous snake. It was served atop Japanese white rice. Several side dishes were served as well, and Henderson jovially insisted that Clarke try each one. Henderson also ordered warm sake, though Clarke noticed that this made thegeishado a double-take. She was not expecting the request, and hesitated to fulfill it, but only for a short moment. When Henderson confirmed the request with a nod, she went off to fetch it. Henderson was quite the gregarious chap. He spoke a lot of Australia, of Japan, of Tanaka, and of the Service. He asked Clarke about where in the world he had been before, and what kind of assignments he had had. It was pretty clear that Henderson had no idea about how deep and psychologically challenging Double-O assignments were, for the assignments he described were tame and routine, and didn’t involve much danger or espionage. Thegeishaeventually returned with sake, and the men continued the conversation over warm rice wine. Clarke nodded to the other man, acknowledging the comment, as he sipped the tea and enjoyed the flavor. “Yes, sir, I’ve never visited Japan, though not for a lack of trying. Sometimes the nature of the game is just to listen to your instincts. The job is stressful in itself without the alterations on the fly, but then Murphy’s Law as the saying goes…” Relaxing in the other man’s presence, any threat of violence or treachery was easily dispelled by Henderson’s demeanor; Clarke slowly ate from each dish. The Marsh was particularly interested in flavor and richness. “Most of my assignments have yet to be declassified, so there’s not much I could really tell you about the things I’ve done. When I was younger my family would frequently have to travel due to my father’s work as a diplomat. I spent a few years in India, sometime in Cairo, and even Moscow.” Nodding his thanks for the Saki, Clarke took ever so small a sip of the rice wine, knowing how slow it took for the alcohol to take effect and not wishing to lose his faculties, no matter how relaxed he felt. “What little I can say is that I’ve seen time in the Middle East and some of the Americas…” he said, careful to leave out which portion, North or South, he had seen. “What can you tell me of Tanaka? Will I meet with him tonight? I know I may sound a bit ungrateful of your company but the mission and all…” “MMM, of course Mr. Clarke,” Henderson answered whether Clarke would meet Tanaka that night. “Mr. Tanaka works a late schedule. We have an appointment. I understand your eagerness, Mr. Clarke,” Henderson smiled over his sake. “No offense taken.” Thegeishapoured the last of the gently steamingsakeas Henderson pondered an answer to Clarke’s other question, it being more difficult for him to answer. Once she was finished, thegeishaleft the room immediately as if in a rush to get out. Her body language belied how uncomfortable she had been in serving the meal. She never returned. “There isn’t much that’s known about Mr. Tanaka,” Henderson began again now that they were alone. “He’s the head of the Japanese Secret Service; the first that didn’t serve during the War. He’s been its chief for more than twenty years; longer than any other man preceding him. I don’t know much of his day-to-day business. How was your dinner?” Henderson stood up and moved to the papershojidoors that sealed off the room from the Japanese garden outside, and closed and locked them. “Root,” Henderson said as he turned to face Clarke once more, then walking to the door of the room as he spoke. “It’s getting to be about that time. I’m just going to change and freshen up a moment, and then we’ll leave to meet Tanaka, all root?” A quiet settled over the room now that the boisterous Henderson had left him alone. There is a point in space and time in an agent’s mind where his intuition, his instinct, and his training intersect. At this intersection lies a plane of existence. On one side is life, on the other is death. A Double-O knows this place without needing to triangulate its location in his own conscience, for he knows it so well his thinking mind is bypassed entirely in order to save the edge a microsecond provides in any confrontation. It’s something you feel before you see. A tingle in the depths of the groin; that place evolution takes the longest to reach, where man is still the instinctive animal he has been since he started walking on two legs. Suddenly an assassin burst through theshojidoors and put 003 exactly in that place. His assailant was a Japanese man with a determined look in his eye to end Clarke’s life, and quickly. He was dressed entirely in black with only his dark eyes uncovered, and was armed with theDaisho. He wielded theKatanaabove his head, and it moved like lightning as he pounced on Clarke; theWakizashisheathed into the belt around his waist. Clarke listened to the way the expat discussed Tiger Tanaka and his history. In a way it seemed as if the man admired the other. Perhaps the reason Henderson is no longer with his native country is this working relationship and respect…he pondered. “The food was very good,” Clarke said in typical British reserve, “My compliments to the chief.” Walking with Henderson he removed and draped his suit jacket over his arm, feeling the cool air, “I look forward to it, Mr. Henderson. I’ll behave myself,” he said with a wry smile as the other man left him in the quiet of the evening. I can see the draw to live in such a place…he thought to himself, feeling the weight of the serenity in the air, almost as if it alone could move him to some sort of meditation state. The eerie sense of impending violence, one that is honed to a fine survival instinct for 00 agents, alerted him to the danger just as the dark clad man barreled through the Shoji doors. The Katina drawn in an overhead strike, one meant for power over defense, began It's downward decent. Had it not been for the years of training in unarmed combat, and time spent in real battle, Quentin might have been killed then and there. Reacting without thinking, 003 ducked and rolled to the side, feeling the air from the cut that would have ended him, and came to his feet before the assassin could bring the blade back up for a follow-through. If Clarke’s deft maneuver had startled the assassin his eyes did not show it. A quick flick of his arm and Clark sent the jacket at the assassin’s head. Only the other man’s quick reflexes brought the sword up and hacked to the side, splitting the fabric in air, but not before the damage had been done. That split second was all 003 needed, the attention diverted from him, the coat billowing before the polished metal spilled it effortlessly and blocking the assassin’s view and Clarke exploded into violence. Coming in from the back side of the blade, 003 unleashed a strike aimed squarely at the assassin’s wrists. Both hands slamming into the assassin’s, holding and then twisting the grip on the weapon in two directions before Quentin drove a knee upwards to meet the thigh of the assassin, blocking a kick meant for his midsection. With a quick motion 003 drove the bluntest part of his skull into the bridge of the assailant’s nose, sending tendrils of pain through the assassin and making the other man’s eyes water. The clattering of the Katina announced the successful disarm that put the two on more even footing. Clarke risked the chance, kicking the weapon away and sending it skittering along the floor to the far wall. The assassin took the opportunity to deliver a strong kick into 003’s chest. Pain blossomed as the foot made solid contact, the force threatening to shatter ribs had Quentin not left his feet at the last second and let the strength of the blow carry him backwards. Landing, rolling over his shoulder and bringing himself back into a relaxed fighting stance, 003 locked eyes with the other man. The two circled slowly, searching each other’s stance for an opening, goading the other to make the first move. Both knowing it would be brought to an end within the next few moments, “Come on then…” Quentin said the confident and cocky smile on his face ate at the assassin. The only response was a slight growl as the assassin moved quick, driving his foot towards Clarke’s head. 003 knew this for what it was, a distraction, he could almost feel the weight of the man’s body not in the motion. Deciding against a block, Clarke ducked and stepped to the side, a moment before he saw the man shift his motion and try to strike out with his hands at the agent. 003 took the moment of imbalance and struck, his knee landing in the soft spot below the ribs at the man’s side. Not giving up the assassin snapped his fist upwards, attempting to shatter Clarke’s nose, only to be met with a deft block with the outside of his arm and pushing the strike aside. Quentin moved like lightning, his own fist going up as if to do the same strike and being met with the same blocking technique, but being followed through with another strike of his knee into the man’s midsection. Air driven from his lungs, his weight lifted slightly and making him unsteady on his feet, 003’s block moved into an attack. The flat edge of his hand struck the hardened spot of the assassin’s throat and drove hard into the flesh until he could feel the larynx give under the force of Quentin’s blow. The loud, sickening wet crack of cartilage sounded like thunder in the nigh silent engagement between the two. Pain erupted through the assassin, adrenaline pounding through his veins as he felt his demise imminent, he lashed out quickly only to be met with an even faster elbow to the jaw. As if to put an exclamation point on the scene of violence, Clarke drove his foot into the other’s chest and cracked ribs underneath his strike, sending the man tumbling to the ground. Clarke suddenly exhaled, as if he were holding his breath the whole time. What seemed to have taken hours was a mere few minutes but left the agent weakened as if he’d been fighting all day as the adrenaline left him quickly. “Crikey! What the bloody hell happened in here?!” Henderson exclaimed when he re-entered the room, finding a dead costumed man on the floor, and an agitated Clarke standing over him.“Are you all root, mate?” Henderson came closer to Clarke, eventually close enough to place his hand on the agent’s arm. Seeing that Clarke had survived just fine Henderson moved passed him to theshojidoors and did a quick survey of the garden to make sure there wasn’t anyone else hanging around to surprise them. “Don’t worry about him,” Henderson said to Clarke of the assassin as he came back to the center of the room. “Root. I think we need to get you to Tanaka as soon as possible. She’ll be apples until I get back,” he said in reference to the dead man lying on the floor. Henderson had changed into a brown sport coat and khaki pants over a light blue cotton button-down shirt. Oddly, he was now wearing shoes of brown leather as well. He had changed in another way as well. When before he was all about pacing the meal slowly and delaying their departure to see Tanaka, now that an assassin had broken into his house, Henderson couldn’t wait to leave.“Don’t just stand there like a began,” Henderson implored. “There might be more of them rocking up root now. Get your shoes on and let’s shoot through this.” He then left the room and made his way out to the car. The excitement of the evening returned him to his roots. Double-oh-three straightened his tie and adjusted his cuffs as Henderson came into the room, a simple affectation he used to calm himself from near life and death encounters, as the adrenaline washed out of his veins and left him feeling empty and shaken. A few breaths to center himself, and he nodded to the expat, “I’m fine, nothing a good stiff drink couldn’t cure,” Clarke said, his voice steady and smooth as if he’d just been out for an evening stroll. “I think our friend here might need a bit more than that…” Picking up the remnants of his coat Clarke reached into the inside pocket and pulled his billfold from it and placed it in his slacks, “That might be a damn good idea, Henderson…damn good. What about the body?” He asked and nodded to the response from the Aussie. After his heart had returned to something resembling a more normal pace inside him 003 made sure his appearance had reflected his inner calm. “Alright then, lets been on about it,” the agent said as he walked back out and slipped on his shoes. At least something had made him a bit lively… Clarke smirked as he saw the man become the very model of efficiency, returning him to something resembling an agent of his past. Quickly Clarke walked out to the car, sliding into the passenger’s seat, as he spoke, “I take it this sort of thing isn’t common then?” Snapping the seatbelt into place he felt the car pull into action, “That’s thankful at least…nothing spoils a good time quite like an assassin does.” (narrowed her eyes as the Lexus reversed smoothly out of Henderson’s driveway. It had been a strange day, and the last hour had been even stranger. She let the thoughts roll around in her mind for a few moments, and then turned over the ignition. Two men were in the car, but she didn’t recognize either of them, although they were driving Henderson’s Lexus. Was one of them thegaijinshe was supposed to meet earlier at the sumo match? Almost certainly that was the case. These were the two men she had seen there and had altered her action plan. She wondered if Tanaka knew either of them. Once the Lexus had turned at the end of the street Aka pulled out to follow. She kept her distance, following nearly a kilometer behind. When the Lexus pulled onto the freeway she sped up to follow closer. A woman garbed as ageishahad left Henderson’s house only minutes before the Lexus had left. A parked car had been waiting for her. She got in the back, the car started, and then drove off. Who was she? Aka had trusted her instincts in deciding that she was less important to follow than thegaijin. The Lexus was headed for central Tokyo, and Aka followed. Traffic was very dense and slow moving, and this made shadowing the Lexus easy. As the Lexus pulled off the freeway onto the city streets she became more concerned. She followed the Lexus into the city.(was following a few cars back and in an adjacent lane as the streetlamps ticked by overhead like the seconds off a clock. At a traffic signal, she accidentally made eye contact with the passenger. He said something into the mirror, then looked to the driver, then said something into the mirror again. It sent a chill down Aka’s spine; she had been discovered. What was even more striking was the man in the mirror. His western face was chiseled and slightly cruel; a man carrying a dark past. She wouldn’t soon forget it. Being discovered, she turned at the light when the Lexus went straight through.“It’s not far to Tanaka’s office,” Henderson said to Clarke tersely. Henderson was visibly perspiring around his hairline, but in his defense it was a humid evening, and the man to his left in the passenger seat had just killed an assailant in his own house. He could feel his heart pounding under his rib cage. Clarke seemed eerily calm by comparison, and that seemed only to make things worse. The previously gregarious Henderson was now pensive and preoccupied.“I do believe we’re being followed,” Clarke said almost absently as he looked in the side mirror. “Five cars back on the left…a fair lady in a Fair lady,” he smiled to himself. “Do you see her? She followed us onto the freeway.” Clarke made eye contact with her for several long seconds. The jig was up. Henderson looked into the rearview mirror and muttered an epithet from the Outback. “Root, I’ve got her…the Z. I’ll lose her.” When the signal turned green Henderson and Clarke were pushed deeper into their seats under the powerful acceleration of the Lexus, but then the Z turned harmlessly at the intersection behind. “Keep an eye out for her. I don’t want her getting back on us. We’re nearly there, anyhow.” Several unnecessary turns later to make sure they were no longer being followed Henderson turned the Lexus into a car park. Henderson parked the car, and then led Clarke to an underground station caddy corner from the car park. “Tanaka has his office in the subway,” Henderson explained. “Not quite Vauxhall, eh Clarke?” he asked jokingly. They went down the concrete steps into the immaculate station; Henderson leading the way to the ticket office. He spoke in Japanese to the ticket agent, but it wasn’t a complete sentence, just a word or two. The ticket agent looked squarely at Henderson for a long moment, and then did the same to Clarke. Finally, he nodded and hit a button, unlocking an unmarked door about two meters to the right of the ticket office. “It’s a working underground station,” Henderson remarked to Clarke as he opened the door. “Pretty good cover, I’d say.” They entered an office filled with people dressed in uniform. Henderson wordlessly led the way to the back of the office and opened another door. Behind it were stairs down, and then other corridors branching off from the landing, each lined with yet more offices alluding to the size of the complex. Henderson went down the shortest corridor and opened the door at its end, leading to another staircase down to a subway platform. Parked at the platform was a special subway train loaded with electronics and other equipment. “This is Tanaka’s personal train,” Henderson explained. “Any sign of trouble and he’s whisked anywhere in the city, or away from it if need be.” After walking the length of the subway platform, another stairway led up to Tanaka’s office. Henderson knocked on the door twice and opened it without waiting for an answer. He let Clarke go in first. There was no anteroom or reception area; Clarke immediately saw a middle-aged Japanese man sitting behind a large desk in a massive overstuffed desk chair. There were three chairs on Clarke’s side of the desk, ostensibly where Clarke and Henderson would sit during the meeting. But it never got that far. Something twinged in Clarke’s spine when he first saw Tanaka’s dark brown eyes. He heard the telltale sound of a hammer being pulled back, and the gun barrel being loaded. The scene seemed to move in slow motion around him. “Who are you?” was all Tanaka was able to say before Clarke turned to see Henderson brandishing a black .38 Smith & Wesson pointed at the head of the Japanese Secret Service. Clarke managed to grab Henderson’s arm, but not before the trigger was squeezed. The single gunshot deafened the room into silence. When violence is imminent in the life of an average person’s day their reaction is usually to stand, mouth agape, and watch it occur or find safety. The rare few will think about pulling another person to safety with them, self-preservation being such an ingrained autonomic response. Rarer still are the few that move to put themselves into greater danger, usually by covering another person like a member of the Secret Service. Clarke’s response, devoid of emotionality from the years of field work, made him launch himself at Henderson. For double-oh-three there was no moment spared to question the situation, much less his existential existence in the universe, and it’s grand design, knowing bone deep that he’d be next if he were to simply duck for cover. Barely registering the sound of the man’s voice behind him, Clarke had a hand on the forearm of the would-be assassin, as time seemingly slowed to a crawl. His senses took in every minute detail, disregarding those it immediately deemed unnecessary, feeling the tendons in Henderson’s arm move as it squeezed down the trigger, seeing the slow motion of the hammer pulling back. His grip on the limb became tight as he began twisting his wrist and pulling the arm off from the kill shot that it had aimed squarely at Tanaka’s head. The confines of the office space were ideal conditions for turning the sharp popping of the .38’s round into a cacophony of sound that could only be measured in Bay units. The noise, and the subsequent ear drum rattling hum of his blood pressure rocketing, was the least of his concerns. Feeling the burning pain of metal ripping through the side of his shoulder was the more immediate concern. Yanking Henderson’s arm forward, his other hand gripping the barrel of the gun and pushing the hammer back enough that the webbing between his thumb and hand slid in place to prevent the hammer falling forward again, the two men struggled for a few moments. Henderson drove a fist into Clarke’s rib, shoving the air from his lungs as Clarke returned the favor with a swift strike of his knee just under the other man’s ribs. Double-oh-three’s fingers held tightly to the slide, the sound of metal shaking and trembling against metal rattled between the two red-faced men. Tanaka, for his part, wasn’t standing idly by. The security chief hit a button under his desk to alert the security forces and produced a 9mm pistol and took aim. Clarke gritted his teeth, the force of which made the sound distinctly audible, as he drove his elbow into the expat’s nose causing blood to explode into the man’s vision. The force of the blow and the ensuing pain erupting across Henderson’s face caused his grip to loosen enough that Quentin ripped it from his hand and tossed it to the side. Before Henderson could recover Clarke delivered a fierce backhand fist to the side of the man’s jaw, causing him to spin off balance. Double-oh-three’s arm wrapped around the man’s neck as his foot snapped forward and into the back of Henderson’s knee, pulling him fully off balance, as he held him, struggling, in a picture-perfect chokehold. Henderson’s eyes bulged as he couldn’t suck in air, his face turning a deep shade of purple as his nails bit into the meat of Clarke’s forearm to tear at his hold. Within seconds, it was over, however. The flow of blood and air cut off from the man and suddenly his arms slacked and fell to his side. Quentin towered over the man, holding the choke for a moment longer to ensure the loss of consciousness, before dropping him unceremoniously to the ground. Slumping down himself, breathing in heavy gasps of air, double-oh-three was quickly greeted by the sight of a number of barrels from semi-automatic rifles pointed in his direction as the security forces flooded the office. Casually putting his hands up, wincing from the pain in his shoulder, Clarke smiled his best. “Don’t suppose any of you chaps could spare a glass of Glenfiddich, could you?” (Areas Tiger Tanaka Tiger Tanaka was a man of infinite cool, and portrayed a calm control over every situation he was ever placed. This alarmingly close to successful attempt on his life was no different. With his gun still in hand, he stood over Henderson’s body with a look of smug disdain on his face. This was a cowardly attack, and Tanaka was of the school that cowardly attacks never end successfully; that school now had an additional citation. Tanaka hadn’t failed to perceive what had happened to Clarke, either. His attention focused on the security agent that was at the doorway, but hadn’t crossed the threshold into the office. His voice resonated with ultra-calm authority: a cadence that only came with real-world battlefield experience.“Sugunikokode OSHA to Shōtoku,” he ordered. The agent immediately holstered his weapon and rushed off. Tanaka focused his attention the next agent. “Natasha ha Kosovo sear, Kong too GA Joshi. Testate NI are to Kansas shiatsu. Natasha ha Kane Na Simon no make NI Korea to tote odorous Lisa Su Kaiser GA canyon surukotogadekimasushitakunai. Kong variate de canton shivered.”“Kashikomarimashita,” the agent spoke, and led a trio of agents into putting the passed out Henderson under arrest. A team of medics entered with a stretcher for Henderson, and a nurse opened a kit she carried to start examining Clarke’s shoulder wound. Tanaka gave one last order to his security detail, “Natasha hasugunisoreraga riyoukanou dearuyounianatano shinchokujoukyou no hook to mo tome Tamás. Natasha hasoregakono too to Kano Duke nit suite, shirt kotogadekirusubetewo shirt tai. I want all reports given in English for the benefit of our guest. He will receive information as I receive it. Do you understand?”“Yes, sir,” the agent affirmed in English. Henderson, now strapped down to the stretcher and with a breather attached to his face, was taken from the room. The nurse, after cleaning Clarke’s wound rather stinging with a peroxide solution, dressed it with an ointment and bandages most efficiently. While this was going on Tanaka had placed his gun on his desk, and moved to a small bar along the wall of the office. Once the nurse’s work was finished she departed, and Tanaka handed Clarke one of a pair of glasses of whiskey. It was Glenfiddich as Clarke had requested. Tanaka turned back to his desk wordlessly and without showing any particular emotion to examine the new bullet hole that had puckered his office wall. He put his fingertips to it to examine it further, then returned his attentions to Clarke and his wounded arm. “It appears we were both lucky today, Mr. Clarke,” Tanaka spoke slowly, his English almost devoid of accent. “Although I doubt M would condone what you did.” Immediately Clarke could hear M’s stern scolding ringing in his mind. Clarke, you’re an instrument used to perform a mission, not a bullet shield.“I, on the other hand, am rather obliged to your performance.” Tanaka lifted his glass in a silent, thankful toast and then sipped his drink.“It’s nothing you wouldn’t have done for me, Mr. Tanaka,” Clarke spoke passingly as he took a sip of the fine whiskey, “depending on how you felt about me, of course.”“Why, I love you,” Tanaka responded in kind with a slight smile on his lips, confirming they were in the correct company, and could trust one another. “Call me Tiger,” Tanaka said in a friendly tone. He leaned back in his chair disarmingly and interlocked his fingers together. “Something tells me you’ve had a more interesting evening than I. When my agent failed to make contact with you at the appointed place, we started to become concerned. When you were seen in the company of the enemy, we became even more concerned. You see, my friend Richard Henderson has been missing for nearly 48 hours, replaced by the imposter you so rudely discovered. We don’t have much on him yet, but now through your capture of him, we will find out everything we need to through a most thorough interrogation. I’ll make sure you are kept apprised of any relevant information we learn, but as far as I can tell there is no connection between him and your mission.” Here Tanaka turned over to Clarke. “Unfortunately I haven’t been briefed on your mission. Please, tell me why you are here in Japan. I’m sure I can offer you resources that will help you complete your mission successfully.” Clarke smiled in return, a flood of relief mixing with the stinging sensation of nerves firing off from the pain, at the coded phrase given. The delightful burning of the whiskey took the edge off of most things as it rolled over his tongue and down his throat. With a sigh of relief, “I thank you, Tiger, for the hospitality. I take it that the driver of the Fair lady is your agent then? She’s excellent taste in automobiles. And please, call me Quentin, the least I can offer to a gentleman that stocks a fine whiskey such as this.” Double-oh-three used the small talk as a way to gather himself fully, to center his mind and calm the nerves that were still tingling from the second close call with death for the day. Certainly isn’t a quiet country for me…and it’s only going to get worse.“Well, as I’m sure you’re no doubt informed about the small incident in the Sea of Japan? M has sent me here look into the asset that may have been downed in those waters. A recovery mission of vital intel, that seems to have piqued the interest of third parties. As you can imagine, this is time-sensitive and given the odd spike in interest I fear I have even less time to achieve my mission objectives.” Leaning his head back against the wall and draining the last of the glass before speaking, Quentin considered his words carefully, “I hate to be availing myself upon you in such a fashion, our communities having such strong friendship between them and all, but it seems that I get to play the part of bearer in this storm of ill news.” He swirled the cubes of ice around in the glass for a moment in thought. “Perhaps, if time allows, I could help facilitate in the locating of Henderson, if the fake doesn’t give you a precise location, that is?” It was the least he could do, considering that he was directly lying to the man about his mission. Tanaka stared at Clarke with something less than a smile on his face. “An incident?” Tanaka’s right eyebrow arched. “Is that the official term the British government has given to it?” He stood up and walked to the bar, taking the bottle and refilling Clarke’s glass followed by his own. He placed the bottle quietly on the corner of his desk, and leaned against it with his arms folded across his chest. Even inside a well-tailored Italian suit, Clarke could see that Tanaka had no lack of physical strength. He was a very fit man in the arms and trunk. His stride had an athletic gait to it, something surprisingly easy to pick up on among people, even across cultures.“I admit I do not have the relationship with the new M that I had with her predecessor,” Tanaka spoke further, “but I do not like being kept out of the loop based on somestatisticalrisk. It seems that, in the absence of a common Soviet threat, we can no longer afford to implicitly trust anyone, even our friends.” Tanaka took a sip of the scotch and collected his thoughts. “When I was first told that you would be coming here as my guest, my first presumption was that a spy plane had crashed into the sea, and M.I.6 wanted to make sure its data was either recovered or destroyed.”But then the plane would have crashed from the west, not the east as it did. Am I correct, Quentin? And then there is you. Why would M send one of her best instruments halfway around the world for some film of the ocean? The Washington line has been in constant communication with us for more than twenty-four hours. It appears the Americans believe that war is imminent…but that would mean the Chinese were somehow involved.“You mentioned a third party. I see the Americans, and I see the Chinese. The only third party I see here is you, Mr. Clark. I will help you as much as I can, but I’m afraid my help must be unintentionally limited until I am made aware of the full scope of this…incident. I do hope you are in the view that, if Japan or any of her citizens are in immediate danger, it is yourresponsibilityto tell me.”“Sir!” Just then, an interrogation agent appeared at the door.“Yes?” Tanaka answered. “Come in, what is it?”“Excuse me,” he spoke to Clarke in accented English, then turned to Tanaka. “We’ve discovered the man’s name is Bert Smith. We found these on him, in addition to his personal effects.”(“Onto Industries,” Tanaka mused, “It is a large logistics and shipping firm. They are headquartered here in Tokyo. My agency has had continued dealings with them over the years.” He turned his attention to the agent. “What else have you discovered?” The agent was apologetic. “Mr. Smith appears to have been trained in anti-interrogation techniques. We have been unable to get anything else immediately out of him.” Tanaka had a look a genuine annoyance in his eyes in an otherwise expressionless face. “Turn up the pressure on him,” he ordered. The agent seemed to know what this meant, and quickly left Tanaka’s office. Tanaka turned his attention back to Clarke. “Return Onto. He’s the man in charge of Onto Industries. I have had growing suspicions that he’s been doing a less-than-honorable business here. He is probably your best lead. I have assigned Aka to work with you. I believe together before, if only casually. Let me know what you need. I can either have covers developed for you, or supply you equipment to break-in at night. When was the last time you slept, Quintet?” What I have told you is top secret. Is that understood? M’s words resounded in his mind as he listened to how easily Tanaka broke down the case and fully implicated Quentin and the British Government so quickly. Right… Quentin thought to himself, Easier said than done, evidently. He knows something is sideways about this whole bloody mission and I’ve barely said a word. A solid cover story… Instead of saying something, something that could easily be considered treasonous, he sipped the scotch. Right as he was about to fully toss his lot in with Tanaka the agent was interrupted with an update on the assassin. “I slept on the plane, Mr. Tanaka. And as for the Americans, they’re always barking about imminent war when it comes to someone on the other side of the pond,” he said, scoffing at the thought. “You have my word, if any immediate danger is posed by my mission that you will be the first to know.” What the hell? If this goes tits up then I’m not going to live through it and someone will need to be ready to help these people if any virus breaks out.“As for this breaking in business… I think I’ll need a good assortment of things to do it, starting with a blueprint.” He stood, winching slightly at the wound. “If Aka is good at strategy then I’d like her presence as well while going over the blueprints.” The clock ticked over from Tuesday to Saturday, 31 August, Japan time as Clarke and Aka poured over the plans of the corporate headquarters of Onto Industries. Due to Tanaka’s deep suspicions of the company, the building had been investigated thoroughly, and the information on the edifice was extensive. The building itself was a product of the 1980s, and built in the style of standard Japanese architecture of the period. It was a perfect rectangle, composing 22 floors just over 400 feet in total height. The core was reinforced concrete containing an elevator bank, utility, and infrastructure lines. Prestressed steel columns radiated outward from the core to hold up the floors, and the façade was made up entirely of glass. The first floor housed the main lobby, where a receptionist greeted visitors. It also housed the main security desk, the building management system, and storage for building cleaning and maintenance. Apart from the main entrance, there were doors on each of the four sides of the building, and a receiving and loading dock in the rear. Floors one through twenty were floors for business offices of various densities. Each operational division of the company occupied one or two adjacent floors, topped by executive offices on the 21st floor. The 22nd floor only partially filled the building’s footprint, and served as Onto’s presidential office, along with a smaller adjoining office for his secretary. Outside his office on the roof of the building was a macadam-surfaced helicopter pad. Two levels below ground housed a car park, although most employees arrived via public transportation. During the day, along with the receptionist, two armed guards manned the lobby, clearing all visitors into the elevator bank. Various other guards patrolled the office floors, each assigned to a five-floor patrol area. The executive office floor had its own security team that was also responsible for Onto’s office. The timing of the patrols was constant and random. During the night, an armed guard took the place of the receptionist, and five other guards patrolled the first floor. A contingent of other guards patrolled the building, though the specifics on numbers and patrol areas were unknown. As far as was known each door was alarmed; it being assumed that the door from the helipad was also alarmed. The dossier on Return Onto, president of Onto Industries, composed four densely packed manila folders. The assets of the company were extensive, including a large fleet of trucks, thousands of cargo containers, and thirteen marine shipping vessels. Originally the company focused on the manufacture of chemicals and chemical products, but has since expanded and diversified into transportation, manufacturing, and global distribution. He has been the president of the company since its inception in 1974. His current personal secretary is a woman named Helga Brandt, a German national. She was ostensibly brought in for her experience in the German chemical and pharmaceutical industries, pharmaceuticals being Onto Industries’ fastest growing division by annual revenues. Other than being a whiz at navigating the plans and files, Aka spoke very little about mounting a plan, and even less about potential objectives of the mission. Her place, as trained by Tanaka, was to take a complimentary, feminine role in the operation. She never spoke unless asked, and always deferred to Clarke’s deductions and assumptions. She showed no inclination for independent thought or counterproposals. Furthermore, she was polite and demure, his servant. Furthermore, she was to be his tool, assisting him as he needed nothing more. Furthermore, she was a reflection of the Japanese ideal in the way a woman should perform her duty. Clarke placed each blueprint out, looking at the entrances and exits, praying that some divine providence would present itself readily to guide him through this mission that he’d volunteered. “So…the helipad is not an option for entry. But then, neither is the main floor. We have to approach this in a more…asymmetrical fashion. Wouldn’t you concur?” He looked at the building exterior as he waited for an opposing viewpoint.“If we have a tall enough building nearby then we can make an entrance on the 21st, through the glass, maybe the 22nd. We’ll need to land on the helipad, quietly, rappel down and break in. Of course that’s assuming that they aren’t using pressure sensors on the helipad…” he said out loud as he went through the files again. Pausing for a moment he looked up over the edge of a folder in his hands, “You’re going to say something, yes? Does this sound like a feasible plan? Do you think I’m insane for the approach? Is my hair on fire?”

You Only Live Twice (Falanor & LM)|rating:4.0

Bending to Corruption - M_M [Ex] (Dizzi & Ryven)

Jon smirked as he stepped through one of the back halls of the bathhouse. The man he sought had returned just as anticipated. He'd had his fun and was just finishing preparing to leave. Not before he struck though. It had been a long time coming. This particular man was an officer of the law, one who'd had success apprehending and putting away three of his associates. It had slowed down the boss' business in town, and Jon had been tasked with taking this man, Hobbs, down. He'd had to tail him for a couple of months, watching, waiting, and biding his time. No one was clean, and it took a little digging and money. Eventually, they got something on the man. He'd set up the trap quickly, waiting until the right time. Jon had eyes all over that place. It was one of their business 'offices' as it were, but it seemed that Hobbs hadn't been smart enough to figure that out yet. He had one of the receptionists call Hobbs into a side office, giving him an excuse about a simple form that had been overlooked during his initial booking of his visit. Jon stood outside that door, his hand grasping the knob and turning. He entered the room, finding Officer Ben Hobbs and his little bird, a girl named Sarah who was easily tempted by some extra cash. She excused herself leaving Jon and Hobbs alone." Mr. Hobbs, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last," Jon began, his tall, bulky form moving from the door toward the desk and around behind it. He didn't bother sitting down, instead pulling out a drawer and taking out a folder filled with damning evidence against the man which was soon to be unleashed. Hobbs probably had no idea what any of it was about, but as Jon pulled back the front flap of the folder and the full page image of security camera footage of his nude body coupled with a young lady in that very facility which was not his wife, he delighted in watching the expression on his face." I've got a lot to talk to you about, Mr. Hobbs," Jon almost purred out as he set the first picture in front of the man. Officer Benjamin Hobbs was a good man. Well, a decent man at the very least. From the outside looking in he had everything. A nice, though small, home. A beautiful wife, and a great job. However, over the past few years, Ben was finding himself unfulfilled by his wife. They had talked about therapy but ended up deciding against it. Ben could not commit to regular hours with the current big investigation - he was so close to taking down one of the big bosses in the city - he had already taken down three of the man's associates, he just had to one more underling - someone that could give them the last bit of evidence to catch the monster. When the officer learned of a bathhouse, where women and men were both welcome, he decided to check out in uniform. The next thing he knew, he was stopping by every week - the thrill of the chase, the way the women looked at his 6'4" form he felt... desired again. Ben was finishing up with his latest session, giving the woman a kiss goodbye before throwing his condom in the trash and getting dressed into his civilian clothes again. On his way out the door, he stopped in the mirror to look at himself. For someone in their late thirties, he was in great shape. He hit the gym regularly, so his broad hairy chest and thick biceps kept his T-shirt taut. The man rubbed his beard and then his shaved head before entering the public area, only to be pulled aside by the receptionist. "Is everything okay, Sarah?" He asked - remembering the last time he had been called into a side office, it turns out one of the women in the bathhouse that day was in need of some help and knew he was a cop - not that he hid the fact. He often came to the establishment in full uniform. Ben looked to Jon quizzically. "I'm sorry... Do I know you?" He asked - it was rare that Ben could see eye-to-eye with someone. Ben could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end - something was not right. Ben kept himself on edge as he watched the stranger open up a cabinet and pull out a folder - revealing evidence of his cheating ways. "What?" Ben asked, his form slowly sinking into the chair behind him as he looked at the picture. "Where did...? Who..." Ben was at a loss for words, noticing in the photo his very visible uniform. "Where did you get these?" He asked, looking through the other photos, different women, the same women, sometimes he was in full uniform as he had sex with the women. The tall man behind the desk let a smirk play across his lips. Jon was built almost the same height and weight as Officer Hobbs with short cropped blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and a well groomed blond goatee surrounding his smiling lips. Being one of his employer's enforcers, he had a reputation for being both manipulative and strong, two characteristics that Mr. Russo prized highly. Jon was a bit more clever than some of his associates, those that the good Officer Hobbs had already apprehended and brought to justice. It was his turn for some justice though." You needn't worry about where we procured these, Mr. Hobbs, but rest assured...there are far more where these have come from," Jon described, letting the man mull over everything he was revealing." Mr. Russo has been very interested in tying up the little loose end of yours. You've caused us a great deal of trouble in the past year or two by butting your nose into business it ought not be in," Jon said before slowly moving around the desk and propping himself against it in front of Ben." So, in light of the new circumstances, Mr. Russo has been gracious enough to allow me the opportunity to extend you an invitation. He would like to meet you, Mr. Hobbs, to discuss terms of your future cooperation," Jon chuckled for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest, his button-down shirt straining a bit as it hugged his built frame. "It is a misnomer of an invitation, really. You are expected to meet with him. Tonight at 7:30pm. Make an excuse to your wife about why you are preoccupied... I'm sure that's routine for you by now," Jon smiled again before slipping a card from his pocket and handing it to Mr. Hobbs. It had all the information the man would need for where to meet Mr. Russo. He watched Ben look at the card, gauging what was going through the man's mind. "I would caution you not to try and weasel your way out of it, Mr. Hobbs. The photos we have of your incriminating behavior have already been poised to be released to certain individuals. Your life and marriage would change considerably if not be destroyed completely," he described. "Fornicating on the job? Adultery? Associating with criminals?" Jon ticked his tongue a couple of times. "You'd certainly face jail time for the last charge, and the rest would really crumble after that," Jon said before pushing himself up away from the desk and heading around Ben to the door." See you tonight, Mr. Hobbs. Mr. Russo looks forward to it," he said before leaving the room, closing the door after him. He began his walk down the hall, taking his phone out of his pocket to send a quick message. He's ours. Arriving tonight 7:30p. "More!?" Ben said, defeated at the prospect. Benjamin sat at the desk in shock, looking through the photos in shock until he heard the name 'Mr. Russo'. "Wait... Russo... You work for HIM!?" Ben said, standing up threateningly - the force had been trying to catch the guy for years. This could be very good or very bad. Benjamin slowly took the card and looked at it, being sure to keep the large man in front of him visible in the peripheral, on edge for any sudden movements. That's not too far... I might be able to fashion a wire of some sort...he thought to himself. Mr. Russo was dangerous - so the idea of trying to get the police there tonight just made Ben shiver at the prospect - the whole situation made Ben a little afraid. Before he could real process what was happening, hearing the threats of ruining his life, Jon was gone. Ben looked down at the envelope of photos and gathered them up before leaving the bathhouse without a word - getting into his car and, almost methodically, beginning to tear the pages up. He knew there were copies, but at least this copy wouldn't get out. Once the paper was thoroughly shredded, the man took out his phone to text his wife Hey babe. Working late. I'll grab some dinner on my own, go to bed, and I'll see you in the morning! Lt;3Ben didn't wait for a response, instead turning on an app to track and record his location, as well as turning on the voice-memo app and tucking the phone into his pants to try and hide it as he began to drive to the address on the business card throwing pieces of the documents he had torn up out the window a few blocks apart to dispose of them. Once he arrived, Ben reached into his glove compartment and grabbed a second phone hidden there - he knew that he'd be asked to leave his phone somewhere, so he hoped that the second phone, one he used for work, would be enough. At 7:25 Ben stepped out of his car, locked it, and began to head towards the meeting spot. Mr. Dallas Russo stood in the small room with Jon to his left. He was an older man, approaching 50 that year, but he kept himself in excellent shape. Russo stood 6'6" tall built with muscle that filled his dark blue suit. His face was framed by a neatly trimmed brown beard which was peppered with gray here and there. The hair atop his head was cut close and styled cleanly. The man portrayed business at first impression, and he liked all of his affairs to be in order. It was one reason why getting Mr. Hobbs under control was such a pressing matter. Russo lifted his arm and checked his watch. Jon noticed the motion and reassured Mr. Russo, "He'll be here...if he knows what's good for him."" And the preparation for making this a clean meeting have all been put in order?" The taller man asked." Of course. We'll have him in an outer room. He'll be searched and stripped before we even begin dealing with him," Jon said. Russo let a smile curl on his face. "Good. Fifteen minutes alone with him is all I need. I will see if he can be useful to us," Russo said. Jon nodded and turned to leave the room. The meeting spot was in the more deserted section of the city docks. An older warehouse building was the meeting place, and when Ben arrived, he would be directed to the appropriate room by masked figures. Ben approached the warehouse, greeted by masked men who guided him towards a small room. Ben knew that these men would not harm him, as long as he did as they said. Ben was silent as he was led into a small room, the door shut and locked behind him, leaving him with the two masked men. "Strip" they said, causing Ben to freeze up. He took off his coat and shoes, which were quickly put away, before pausing. Before Ben could ask how far he should strip, the two men got frustrated, one pulling off Ben's tight Shirt while the other made quick work of the man's pants. "Two phones." one of the men said, taking both and confiscating them. Soon, Benjamin was in the room, stripped naked, his hands covering his flaccid cock "You could have asked" He grunted. Ben was scared now, his hair chest and back getting goosebumps from the cool air in the room, and knowing that he was defenceless. He had no recording, no weapons and worst of all - not even any dignity. Ben waited in silence until he heard footsteps approaching. "That's him, isn't it?" the officer asked, looking to the stoic masked men, once they had removed his clothes the strangers seemed to act like statues - as long as Ben stayed where he was, they wouldn't bother him. Ten paces to the door... Two seconds to unlock... I'm taller than these two, but I don't think I'm fast enough to get away... and I don't have my keys, so I wouldn't get far... Ben thought, racking his brain for some sort of way out when suddenly the door opposite him began to open. He's here Russo watched from his hidden vantage point behind a pane of one way glass. He smirked at seeing Mr. Hobbs in person finally. The man was attractive. That would be useful in the future, assuming he could break the man in. As each article of clothing was removed, the package became more and more enticing. "Mr. Hobbs does not come without his benefits," he muttered to himself as Jon and he watched. Once Ben had been completely stripped, he simply waited a few minutes, just observing the man. Once he was satisfied, he took his time to leave the room and move out toward the room where Ben was held. He finally opened the door to the room, stepping in to reveal himself. Russo slowly stepped through the door and into the room, the light above illuminating his broad, muscled frame that his suit clung to." Mr. Hobbs," he said deeply, moving up toward the man. He looked to each of the masked men, giving them a nod. Both came up beside Ben and grabbed him tightly by the arms, holding him in place and keeping him fully exposed for Russo. Russo smiled almost like a tiger looking upon its prey. He moved forward and grabbed Ben by the jaw, turning his head left then right, examining his face and head before letting go. He slowly ran a heavy hand down the man's hairy chest, petting the warm flesh there. "Exquisite," he said with an almost hungry sigh." You've been a nuisance, Ben," he said, using the man's first name. "I'm going to make one thing clear. I don't tolerate people interfering with my business," he said before reaching out and grabbing the man's heavy balls. They were ample in Russo's hand, but he held them firm and gave them an even firmer squeeze. Russo noted the pained expression crossing Ben's face." You work for me now, Ben," he said, increasing the pressure on the man's balls. "You will do what I want done when I say I need it done. Do we understand each other?" He said, waiting for the man's answer, and giving another harder squeeze and twist to Ben's balls. "And if you disobey me or cross me in any way... I'll cut these off," he said, giving final squeeze, the force feeling as if he might crush Ben's balls before releasing them. "And that would be a pity. You're a perfect specimen," he said, turning toward the two men holding Ben and nodding. They kicked the back of his legs out and forced him down to his knees. Russo stepped forward and quickly grabbed the back of Ben's head, crushing it against his silk-clad groin. Ben would feel the ample bulge beneath the fabric, Russo's massive length easily outlined beneath. If Ben tried to pull back, Russo would simply chuckle. "All in good time," before releasing Ben and turning to walk away. "We'll be in touch, Mr. Hobbs. Until then, I expect all proceeding investigations into my affairs to cease. Unless, of course, you want all the incriminating evidence of your past sins to be released as well as a selected edit of tonight's meeting to be added to it. Good night, Mr. Hobbs," Russo said as he disappeared beyond the door. Jon closed it behind the man who then turned and nodded to the two masked men holding Ben. The shoved him to the cold floor, moving away to join Jon as they exited the room. As soon as the door shut, it would latch and lock. The light in the room turned off, leaving Ben in darkness. The outer door would silently unlatch, leaving Ben to find his way out alone. Ben was shocked as Russo stepped into the room - with no apparent weapons the man was still a threat - he was built like a tank, even compared to Benjamin who towered over his peers. The officer had been close to finding the man, but it seems Russo had found him first - it was all becoming much too real. "What? HEY!" Benjamin said, his arms grabbed and pulled aside by the two men guarding him, holding them back to leave the offer fully exposed to the crime lord - grunting as Russo grabbed Ben by the now and began to examine him like a piece of meat. The hand on his hairy chest causing his nipples to grow erect as the man led his groping down to a full bush and a low-hanging uncut cock. Ben gasped as the man took a firm grip on his balls, causing the cop to wince, letting out a slight whine as they were given a firmer squeeze. Ben tried to think clearly, but he was putty in this man's hands, literally. He gave a curt nod when told that he worked for Russo before letting out a yell of pain at the squeeze and twist to his sensitive balls, his cock shrinking away at the attention. Benjamin grunted as his knees hit the cement. Hard. Gasping as his face was suddenly pressed into the man's silk-clad groin, an ample bulge pressed against his bearded face - the large cop trying to pull away from the man, but found himself stuck against the men length. Soon enough, Ben was alone in the dark room, looking around blindly for his things. I can't just halt an investigation... I can't work with this man...he thought to himself. I can play both sides for a bit until I figure it outré concluded, his hands grasping his pants and pulling them on, sans underwear as he spoke, knowing Russo could hear. "I can't just halt and investigation... It will cause too much heat. But I'll send everyone on a wild goose chase in the wrong direction until it gets lower priority." He said. Ben found one of his phones and turned the light on, quickly getting dressed, leaving his second phone and underwear behind. He just wanted OUT. When Ben got home, he tried to slink into bed unnoticed, but his wife began to trace her fingers in his chest hair. "Hey babe... Put away anyone tonight?" She purred. "Honey... I've had a hard night..." Ben said, turning away from his wife. "I don't think I can tonight" He said, slowly falling asleep - his balls still aching from Russo's rough handling. Days passed, and Benjamin heard nothing, being sure to slowly guide the investigation away from Russo If I don't hear from him for a month I'll assume he's done with mere thought, but a week after he had met the man, Ben felt his phone buzz just as he was heading home in his uniform. Russo was not interested in Ben's excuses. He knew it wouldn't be like flipping a switch for Ben. The man would have to find a way to derail the investigation slowly. Russo had faith that he would do that. After all, he had his own share of hardships that he had to weather thanks to Ben's meddling. He was not allowed excuses by his clients, so none shall be tolerated from Ben. He let Mr. Hobbs stew for about a week, wondering and waiting for that next contact. The phone Ben had left behind provided a wealth of personal information on the man, including some lovely photos of he and his wife. Russo would use that same phone to contact Ben in the coming days. When Ben would check his phone as he was leaving work, he would find a message from a familiar number." Mr. Hobbs. Your presence is required at the following address at 7pm. The message had an address attached. This one was a hotel downtown with a suite number attached. Once Ben arrived, he would be directed to the elevator that took him up to the executive suites. He would arrive in a small foyer where the elevator would let him out. Ben was greeted by Jon again, the man smiling deviously as he stepped off the elevator. He was led further into the suite, taken into a large formal living area where Jon halted him." Remove all of your clothes, Mr. Hobbs. Don't make meassistyou like my coworkers did last time," Jon warned, waiting for Ben to reveal himself fully again. Jon would check each article of clothing as Ben removed them, noting any recording devices or phones that would compromise Mr. Russo's business. When he was satisfied, he led the nude Mr. Hobbs into an extravagant dining room where Russo was sitting at the head of a large table. He had a glass of red wine in one hand as he observed Jon and Ben enter." Ahh, Ben. So lovely to see you again. Please, sit and join me for dinner," he said gesturing to the chair to his left. A server entered with a covered plate of food, setting it on the table and removing the silver lid to reveal a filet Mignon and accompanying side dishes. Russo poured him a glass of wine. "Come now... I don't bite. Unless you cross me," he said. "You must understand that in our budding relationship, I can't really trust you...hence the rather minimal state of dress you are going to be kept in while in my presence. If it's any consolation, you are very pleasant on the eyes," he said, giving Ben a very overt once over. "My appetite suddenly seems insatiable," he said before setting his glass down and cutting another piece of his own steak. Ben looked own at his phone when it buzzed and gave a sigh, he wouldn't have time to go home and get changed. Instead, the man stopped into his favorite diner and had a quick snack to pass the time as he used his main phone to log in and wipe the phone he had left with Russo. That was dumb of me, leaving that phoneme thought to himself, texting his wife again to tell her he might not be home that night. The man finished his meal before heading over to the hotel he was told to arrive at - he was sure to be a little early just to be safe. When Ben saw Jon in the large suite he gritted his teeth. Russo was a powerful man, but Jon... Benjamin just wanted to punch Jon, he had one of those faces. The large man rolled his eyes and began to slowly strip down - not bothering with trying to record anything. Maybe next time I can get like... A suppository recording device he thought to himself, feeling his ass flinch at the idea. Ben threw his clothes to Jon and covered himself with one hand as they entered the dining room. Ben was mostly silent as Russo spoke, his muscled tense, flexing as he was on edge. Ben was sitting next to one of the biggest crime lords in the city, naked, and with a rather delicious steak in front of him. When the man called Ben pleasant on the eyes Ben paused. Is he coming on to me?he thought, beginning to cut into his own steak before pausing. He looked over at Russo and then his steak and wine. "You don't trust me, and I don't trust you. This isn't a relationship, it's extortion." He said, pushing the food and drink away from him gently. "I can pass on the food, probably drugged it. What do you want?" Ben asked - he had no time for playing whatever sick game Russo was up to. Russo detected Ben's heightened state. He was on edge and rightfully so. He made no mention of it in his short conversation with Ben which was mostly one-sided. Furthermore, he observed Ben for a long moment, watching as he cut his steak, and when the man suddenly refused the food, Russo broke out into a boisterous laugh. Furthermore, he threw his head back with the act, letting himself go with a good laugh for a few moments before he settled down and looked to Ben." I trust you to be exactly what you are, Mr. Hobbs. At this very moment, I know you aren't keen to do much of anything I want you to do, but there are things Iknowyou will do based upon the facts. You have yet to come after me with the full force of the police, so I assume you value self-preservation more than trying to take me down," he said." Oh...and your food isn't drugged," he said, reaching over and stabbing his fork into the small piece of steak Ben had cut. He pulled it to his mouth and ate it before washing it down with a sip of Ben's wine. "Why waste a perfectly good cut of meat?" He said, eyeing Ben." As far as what I want, Mr. Hobbs, I've already got it...in a form, I suppose. Your cooperation. That is all. You'd do well to keep on my good side. Do what I want done when I want it done and you won't regret it," he said, finishing his meal and dropping his napkin on the table. He slowly stood and gestured for Ben to follow him." As an act of good faith and to put you at ease, Mr. Hobbs, I'll grant you a treat...a gift from me to you," he said as he walked with Ben through the large suite. They passed through the large living space into a separate set of rooms. There seemed to be a couple of bathrooms, an entertainment room, and the door they wound up walking through last offered a massage table at the center. Russo began to unbutton his suit jacket and pull it off before unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt. "Lay down on your back, won't you, Mr. Hobbs? Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. Far from it. I only wish to work out some of that tension of yours," he said, loosening his tie and pulling that off as well before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his dress shirt to reveal a sleeveless undershirt beneath and a thick tuft of dark hair peeking over the top. "I'm actually rather talented with my hands. Lay down and relax," he said, gesturing to the table. Ben watched Russo slowly as he ate the meat and drank the wine - the police officer taking the opportunity to begin to eat himself, the fact that he was fully naked almost forgotten as he ate and sipped at the wine, Ben didn't like what Russo was saying, but didn't protest, not yet. He needed to see just how deep the rabbit hole went, when Russo trusted him, he could spring a trap Right now, as far as Ben was concerned, he was undercover. Ben finished off the glass of wine before being told to stand up. Ben did as told, slowly walking beside the large man Damn, he's tall Ben thought to himself - watching the crime lord in his peripheral vision as they walked through the palatial suite. It was nicer than his house! Ben noted that the two were alone as they walked, his bare feet thumping against the hard, warm, floor as they passed bathrooms, bedrooms, and finally a massage room, which was warm, filed with aromatherapy scents, and oils lining the walls." A massage table?" Ben asked, walking into the room, and turning back to Russo as he slowly stripped down to something more comfortable - the man eying Russo to be sure if the larger man had any weapons. Feeling relatively safe, Ben got onto the massage table, his hands covering his groin as he spoke "Don't massage usually start the other way around?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling. Maybe he's gay and just wants to work his hands over me. I can deal with that... Ben thought to himself. Russo smirked at the man's observation. "Indeed, they do, but I prefer starting them in opposite order," he explained, walking around the table to where Ben's head was. He gently reached down and adjusted Ben's arms, pulling them away from his groin and to his side. "Don't be modest, Mr. Hobbs. I'll need your hands at your sides for this, and you have nothing to be embarrassed about," Russo explained before leaning to the side to take a few pumps of oil from a dispenser nearby and rubbing his hands together. The large man began at Ben's shoulders, working his hands down them and onto his arms gently at first. He repeated each motion several times, rubbing oil onto Ben's skin as he did. After a minute or two, he began to apply more pressure, working at specific points to try to relieve tension where he found it. He would slowly work down each of Ben's arms the same way. Russo would apply oil, rub gently and then apply more pressure to specific areas. He worked slowly down each of Ben's legs, using hims arms some on the man's muscled thighs for the larger muscles. He would breathe slowly, exhaling audibly as he went. Russo was trying to make Ben comfortable. His intentions were charitable in nature, but he also wanted Ben so relaxed that when he moved onto the next step, the man would simply go with it rather than be spooked by it. Russo had worked on each of Ben's limbs, moving around the table until he returned to Ben's head. His hands worked on Ben's shoulders for a moment again, the large man applying more oil to his hands before he let them sink onto Ben's chest. He rubbed his hands over the man's pectoral muscles, fingers brushing through hair as he went. He spent several minutes with his hands slowly moving down across Ben's chest, moving lower and lower each time. Russo had to bend over the table a bit, his groin slowly beginning to press against the top of Ben's head as he did where the man would gently feel his throbbing package again if only gently. He was approaching too far to reach where he wanted, so Russo adjusted to Ben's right side, continuing the motion of his hands across Ben's chest and abdomen. Again, he applied more oil, rubbing his hands together and placing them on the man's chest. Russo slowly let one hand approach Ben's groin, fingers brushing his pubic hair. He slowly repeated the motion, going further and further, and eventually, Russo took the action right to Ben's dick. His palm slowly slid over it, from the base down to the head. Fingers gently wrapped around it, his thumb teasing over the skin-covered head. "Relax, Mr. Hobbs," he said gently but with almost a firmness in his tone. He gave the man a testing stroke, applying the oil all over Ben's dick and watching his reaction. Ben resisted against the man adjusting his arms for a moment before acquiescing - allowing his arms to fall to his side. While Russo massaged him, Ben was tense as a board, nervous that someone as criminal as Dallas Russo currently had him naked, alone, and was rubbing him down - starting at the man's shoulders, then arms, then walking Downey and working his legs. As the minutes ticked by, however, Ben allowed his eyes to drift shut and begin to relax, his firm muscles slowly beginning to melt into the larger man's touches. Ben was almost asleep while the crime-lord massaged his hirsute chest when he felt Russo's package against his head, throbbing a little, reminding him of their last meeting. Before Ben could say anything, however, Russo had moved on, going to his side and beginning to work his lower abdomen, not that there was much stress there. Ben felt the man's fingers brush against his pubic hair, then again slowly getting more and more brazen, the attention causing the thick cock to throb awake a little. Ben was visibly uncomfortab;e but said nothing until Russo grabbed his heavy dick and gave it a stroke. "Hey man... That's my wife's cock" He said, but was too relaxed to bother swatting the man away. It was just a hand, and with his eyes shut he could at least pretend it was a woman... A woman with giant man-hands at least. After Ben had voiced his minor protest at having Russo touch his dick, the large man simply smirked. "You and I both know better than that, Mr. Hobbs. You had no problem sharing your cock with any number of the women at my spa," he said, giving the man's cock a pleasant squeeze. "That is, after all, why you are here now...because we know what you have done, and we are willing to keep those secrets for you...as long as you cooperate," he said to the cop. "So just relax and enjoy it, Mr. Hobbs," he insisted as his hand became more brazen and began to stroke the man deliberately rather than leaving it as an accident. Russo stroked the man to full hardness, taking long moments to tease Ben's dick with his fingers. He'd trace the rim of the crown slowly, rub his thumb just under the head, and dip a finger into the man's foreskin to rub over the tender nerves there. His other hand would continue to rub over the man's hirsute chest, giving a different yet pleasant feeling to couple with the attention to the man's dick. After several minutes of teasing Ben, Russo leaned down and let his tongue tease the head. He peeled the skin back and licked the man's dick slowly before sucking the first couple inches into his mouth and bob on it slowly. He did this for a few moments, giving Ben a glimpse of his talents before letting his dick pop from his mouth." Alright, Mr. Hobbs...on your front now," he purred out. The officer let out a grunt as the larger man stroked his thick cock. Ben kept his eyes shut as he tried to imagine a woman doing all these wonderful things to him, his cock was rock hard and a respectable, though not large, six and a half inches. More than enough for anyone but a size queen. He let out a moan as he felt Russo begin to use his mouth, something his wife hated doing. The man was about to let out another, louder, moan before Russo pulled away and told him to get onto his stomach. "What, get enough cop cock for now?" Ben said, rolling onto his stomach, laying on top of his hard cock. Fuck... A dude just gave me a boner... That's a firs the thought to himself, settling into position and closing his eyes. Dude's a pervert, but if he just wants to ogle and caress me... I guess I'm okay with that until I find a way to get the force after him he thought to himself. Ben was many things, but homophobic was not one of them and, as far as he was concerned, neither was being gay. Ben allowed himself to relax into the massage, shutting his eyes and allowing his mind to drift. "You're good at this" he muttered under his breath, relaxing into the oiled motions over his muscular, hairy, body - his firm ass squeezing tight as the man dug into a particularly tough not. Russo only gave a deep chuckle as Ben tried to produce an insulting joke. "I assure you, Mr. Hobbs, if I want cock of any kind, I can find it in abundance," he said, before gripping Ben's cock and balls at the base and pulling them down between his thighs so they were exposed while laying on his front. The older man gently palmed them in their new position while his other hand worked along Ben's lower back, but eventually, he needed both hands to work the muscled flesh of Ben's back. He worked from shoulders down along the man's spine, targeting knots along the way. Russo smiled to himself as Ben complimented him." I'm glad you're finally relaxing," he said as he worked down to Ben's lower back and onto his ass. He worked the man's glute muscles expertly, targeting the thick muscle there and watching as his motions allowed Ben's hole to peek out sometimes as he manipulated the flesh there. Russo worked each of Ben's arms from this angle now and then each leg, forcing the man to get more and more relaxed as he went, and as he approached Ben's ass a second time now several minutes after the first time, he gave the man a second glute massage, this time with more oil. His fingers began to work more inward, slinking closer to the man's hole until eventually he let a fingers swipe right across it. His other hand went back to Ben's dick, rubbing it slowly while he teases a finger gently across Ben's hole a second time. "Relax, Mr. Hobbs," he said before he leaned down, spreading Ben's ass apart to let his tongue tease across the man's hole." Enjoy it...how many other men could say they had a notorious criminal eating their ass," he said, leading the man into false security. His plan was coming to fruition. The next step would be to start Ben down the path of showing him his place, and that required taking something from the man, by force if necessary. He'd be knocked down a peg or two, and the doubt would eat at him...especially if he enjoyed it. Ben lay on his stomach and shut his eyes, allowing the other man to massage him slowly - not minding Russo massaging his hairy legs and glutes. It wasn't long until Russ moved up to his arms and hands, the knuckles of the calloused appendages cracking a bit before the criminal mastermind was back at the cop's most intimate spot - being a little more brazen and allowing a finger to swipe against his virgin hole. "Ah!" Ben exclaimed, surprised at the touch before he felt the large hand wrap around his cock again. Again, slower, Ben felt a finger against his hole and he was about to spring up off of the table when he suddenly felt a totally foreign sensation, feeling Russo's tongue against his hole which made him gasp in surprise, allowing the large man to continue to eat his ass, and it wasn't long until Ben was laying on the table gritting his teethe to prevent moans from coming out, but his hardening cock between his legs betrayed the fact that was enjoying this, too much. "Damn..." He muttered under his breath, subconsciously pushing himself back against the larger man's tongue. Russo worked the man expertly with his tongue. In short order, he had Ben squirming in delight though not without attempts to disguise his enjoyment. Russo allowed Ben his futile resistance for the time being if only to serve the purpose of making Ben think he wasn't falling deeper into Russo's trap. He lapped slowly along the crevice of Ben's ass before springing forward with the tip of his tongue to press against Ben's entrance. The younger man tasted exquisite on his palette. The muttered word did not go unnoticed. Russo smiled to himself before spitting lightly on Ben's puckered entrance and rubbing it with a finger again. The man was pressing back against him albeit only slightly. He was winning over the man's body despite Ben's animosity to him and all he stood for. Russo let his tongue dip down along the man's taint, licking a trail down to his balls and then to his cock where he slowly showered it with affection from his lips and mouth. His finger kept rubbing Ben's hole while he occupied the man's dick with his tongue, licking expertly around the tenderest parts. He did this for a few moments before shifting back up and pressing his tongue firmly against Ben's hole to slip it just barely inside. He knew Ben would be ready soon, and his strike would need to be quick. Ben would panic in the beginning, but in the end, he'd have the man moaning like a bitch. Ben clenched his fists, trying not to let out a moan of pleasure, his knuckles white with denying himself the pleasure. The man's tongue dropped to the cop's cock and balls, flat agings the table but hard, dropping precut. When Russo's tongue pressed against Ben's virgin ring of muscles, pressing inside, Ben couldn't resist anymore, letting out a moan of pleasure and pressing backwards a bit more. Ben couldn't help but let out another loud moan as Russo rather pertly tongued him. After a few moments Ben began to pull away. "You know... Fuck... You're good at that..." He said, Ben wanted to deny the pleasure, but he couldn't deny it felt good. "If you're... Fuck... so hung for cop flesh." Ben knew what it was no use denying that he was enjoying the attention - talent was talent, man or woman. "If you like servicing me... Why not turn around and sit on my cock" Ben said, taking another moment to enjoy the tongue on his ass before he slowly began to try and turn himself over. Russo couldn't help but smirk. Ben's words were those of a man trying to cope with the budding realization that he could actually derive pleasure from another man. His quip of a cocky question only added to Russo's abundant pleasure as he pictured what he was about to do. The time was right for him to put Ben in his place. Ben shifted to try and turn over as if to make good on his promise, but Russo was ready for him. He quickly let a finger slip into Ben's hole roughly. The middle digit of his left hand slipped inside, surely stunning the man in shock of the feeling. His right hand reached and grasped onto the back of Ben's head, forcing it down into the half-circle pillow meant for his head. The large man quickly pulled his finger free, and with his left hand, grabbed onto Ben's right arm and wrenched it up behind his back. The large man nearly leapt upon the table, straddling Ben's thighs with his weight-bearing down upon the nude man. He pulled Ben's arm up harder, causing pain at the almost unnatural angle he had Ben's arm." Now listen here, Mr. Hobbs. Do not mistake my sampling of your flesh as hunger. I merely mean to show you your true path," he said as he released Ben's head and unfastened his own trousers. The way his legs were bent made it a bit difficult, but he was able to partially fish out his impressive dick. "Now, lie still while I make myself a bit more comfortable," he teased, giving Ben's arm another tug upward to reinforce just how strong he was and how easy it would be to snap Ben's arm. Russo slowly pulled his legs back until he wasn't so much straddling as he was laying half on Ben's legs. He was able to push his trousers down enough and then completely off onto the floor. His free hand pulled at the buttons of his dress shirt, tearing them to reveal his hirsute chest. He then climbed his way back fully onto Ben, climbing higher now until he was nestled atop him with his full weight-bearing down on the man. His body heat was radiating into Ben, his beefy arm wrapping around the man's neck to hold him tight while his other hand relinquished its hold on Ben's arm in favor of aiming his dick at Ben's hole." Now, Mr. Hobbs...you learn your place," he warned before pressing the impossibly thick knob of his dick against Ben's hole. "AGH!" Ben screamed out as he felt the thick finger force its way into his ass - the man clenching the hairy globes around it - and causing him to freeze, unable to force himself to move - in shock at the intrusion as he suddenly felt his head forced down. The crime lord's finger pulled free of his tight channel, the ass gripping the finger like a vice before Ben felt his arm being forced into a stress position - the large man trying, and failing, to get out from underneath the larger man. "Fuck" He growled out, "FUCK!" He shouted as Russo hopped onto the table and forced the officer's arm up harder. Ben felt his head get released and almost let out a sigh of relief until he head the unbuckling of the man's belt - a firm tug on the officer's arm making him let out another grunt of pain. Ben looked behind him just as the large man pulled open his shirt and revealing that hairy chest, the man's eyes darting down and catching a glimpse of Russo's impressive cock. "Wait, wait" He said, gasping as he felt Russo's weight fully on top of him, one hand around the officer's neck, the crime lord's body heat and scent permeating around the man, finally releasing the officer's arm before he could feel the thick appendage at his hairy ass. "No! No! Stop!" Bruce said, squirming to try and get out of the older man's grip. "Anything. Please." Ben said - his bragadassio from earlier all but gone. "Russo. Stop. I'll drop out of the force. I'll retire early. Just don't do this" He said, struggling under the man's grip, inadvertently rubbing his hole against the man's cock. "Your tongue is one thing, but I'm not a faggot, I don't want this" Ben said Events began to unfold just as Russo knew they would. Ben was cocky and arrogant one moment and begging for mercy the next. Ben began to beg as his situation turned dire. His body squirmed like a worm on a hook while Russo bore down with his weight upon the man." Words are cheap, Mr. Hobbs. This has been a long time coming, and there's no way you're getting out of it, so I suggest you relax and try to enjoy it like you were my tongue," he said in a gruff tone into Ben's ear. His tongue slipped out to snake along the top ridge of Ben's right ear while the man's squirming motions rubbed his hole along Russo's drooling dick." I don't like that word, Mr. Hobbs. You will never speak it again in my presence," he said in a deep tone, scolding Ben. His hips began to thrust, the head of his dick pushing relentlessly against Ben's entrance. The saliva, tongue, and fingering he'd received earlier had done a wonder to loosen the man up, but his entrance was still quite resistant to Russo's advances. The large man doubled his efforts, punching his hips forward abruptly. His dick unfortunately made a rough entrance, spearing Ben open quicker than anticipated and pushing the first three inches of Russo's weighty dick into Ben's virginal entrance. The man was spread wide, possibly wider than he would have anticipated. Russo gave a pained groan as he felt Ben's entrance almost choke his cock. "My, my, Mr. Hobbs. I don't think...nigh, I've ever felt such tightness in a man I've fucked for the first time," he nearly whispered in Ben's ear. "It must be excruciating for you," he teased the man. "But as you've done to me...one turn deserves another," he said before shoving his hips forward and burying himself into Ben in one hard thrust. He hugged the man tightly, anticipating his pained reaction. He wanted to feel the man convulse and scream, but he also wanted to be the one to comfort him. Furthermore, he would fuck with his body and his head, make him feel both pleasure and pain. Furthermore, he'd hurt him and then comfort him until he didn't know which was which, but in the end, he wanted Ben to beg for him...to beg for more because that's all he'd know or want." Daddy has you, Ben... Daddy's here," he whispered with a slight chuckle as he rubbed one hand down Ben's side. Ben pulled his head away from Russo's tongue on his ear, His ass was tight, resisting against the intrusion - if he hadn't been rimmed earlier there would be no chance of the older man's cock entering the cop's hairy ass. But, with a grunt and a scream, Ben's ass relented, the massive cock burying itself into the virgin hole "AHHHH FUCK!" Ben shouted, trying his best and failing to scramble away off of the table. His hole felt like it was on fire - unable to come up with a retort about his tight ass. He let out another yell of pain as Russo forced the rest of his cock into the formerly virgin officer, a warm trickle of blood dripping down the cop's ass - the man twitching and shivering in pain, unable to even scream anymore. Ben's breath shook in pain before he felt himself be embraced, he hurt bad, but could feel himself slowly gaining control of his breathing as he felt the hand slowly go down his side. "Get out..." Ben whispered under his breath. "Please" He uttered, his eyes screwed shut, holding back tears of pain - his ass slowly relaxing as he got used to the intrusion, able to stop clenching his hairy ring of muscles to allow him some waif of the pain. Ben couldn't believe this was happening. Not only was he being abused by the man he had been tying to take down for years, he couldn't help but feel he should have known better. He should have prepared, turned the man in. This was his own fault, and now he was being punished for it. "Please..." Ben whimpered out, the once bragadassio man succumbing to begging for the crime lord to stop Ben protested, but he was not in a position to fight back very well nor was he as strong as Russo. The older man pulled his hips back gently, letting his dick slip out until just the head was left inside. Ben's ass was choking his dick throughout, making him grunt softly into Ben's ear. "You resort to begging or asking nicely now once you've felt me putting you in your place? You need a lesson, Mr. Hobbs. Not only that I control a majority of this city's underground operations but that you need to respect your betters. There are men like me who rule and lead, and there are men who follow," Russo said, pushing his hips slowly forward to sink his thick cock completely into Ben's hole. Russo slowly repeated the motion again and again, getting quicker each time. Ben had been reduced to whimpers at that point, asking Russo to 'please' stop. "You will not only follow my rules and my law, but you will discover, Mr. Hobbs, that even sometimes, there are men who not only want to follow...they need to. They crave it. You..." he said, punctuating his next words with thrusts of his hips. "...will...learn to...crave me..." He grunted out before attacking Ben's neck with his bearded lips. He sank teeth into flesh, biting almost hard enough to pierce flesh, but Russo only wanted to leave a mark. Furthermore, he listened for the man's noises, differentiating the thin line between pleasure and pain. Though Ben's ass burned, he would bring him some sort of pleasure throughout in order to begin the process of turning him into his good little boy. Ben gritted his teeth as Russo fucked him - slowly at first until he was purposefully playing the line between pleasure and pain, the thick cock spreading his ass open and then withdrawing, over and over, as the older man whispered into his ear. Ben gasped as he Seth teeth dig into his flesh, a weak point for him that seemed to flick a switch in his brain as he let out a quiet moan - slowly beginning to feel that pleasure come from the ordeal. When he got home, he would refer to it as a survival tactic, but for now he let out another groan, louder this time, and pressed his ass back a little - just enough for Russo to notice. Ben was torn, on one half, we wanted to wake up from this nightmare - on the other, he never wanted this dream to end - the pleasure and pain in a constant battle, with humiliation sprinkled on top. The officer noticed after a minute or so that his cock was hard as a rock under him - smearing precut as his prostate was assaulted by the crime lord - the thick cock repeatedly hammering into him, seemingly playing him like a violin. "Fuck..." Ben sighed, the lack of lube would prevent him from truly enjoying this, but he was finding himself not hating it anymore. In fact, he couldn't help but wonder if he was missing out on something this whole time. No! Ben thought to himself. He couldn't let himself enjoy this - but try as he might, his ass was twitching, and his cock was hard, he could only lie to himself for so long, after all. Russo toyed with Ben a bit longer. He was controlling his thrusts with precision. The man rocked his hips in just the right angle and speed to prod against Ben's tender inner button, making the man give little vocalizations each time the bundle of nerves was stimulated. It was confirming the older man's suspicions about Ben. The man was a natural-born bottom bitch. His ass craved to be filled. Each time the man verbally exclaimed his pleasure, it was one more step toward where Russo was leading him." That's it, Ben. Let go. Enjoy it," Russo moaned out in his deep voice right near the man's ear. He began to increase the speed of his thrusts then having toyed with Ben enough. Russo wanted to thoroughly enjoy his part too. He began to pound into Ben harder and much faster than he had been. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh began to fill the room. A momentary pause allowed Russo to shift his position. He pulled Ben's hips up, pushing his face down into the pillowed rest where his head sat. Once he had Ben repositioned, he returned to slamming his hips forward into the younger man. His other hand crept beneath Ben to encircle his rigid cock. Russo tugged on it a few times before teasing his fingers over the sensitive head where they became slippery with the man's fluids. He used Ben's pre as lube, stroking his cock slowly at first but gaining speed to match the thrusts. "Cum for me, Ben. I know your balls have not been properly emptied in a long while. Not like this. You think just screwing some girl to get off is fulfilling your needs, but I can tell that you required something more. You needed a different approach. Rougher, disciplined, guided. You will accept your place in time," Russo grunted out. There was a loud gasp that came from Ben as his tormentor began to speed up, Russo's deep voice whispering into his ear telling him to enjoy the fucking. Russo continued to increase his speed until he was slamming into the man over and over again - pressing Ben's face into the massage table as the sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, the man's ass up in the air, his hard cock leaking precut under him - twitching as Russo wrapped his hand around the turgid member. Ben gasped as he felt the man stroking his cock and, combined with the pounding of his sensitive prostate, he could feel his orgasm begin to build. "Oh fuck..." Ben gasped, not quite registering the older man's words - groaning out as he began to twitch, his cock throbbing in Russo's calloused hand before he came hard - harder than he ever had in his life. Thick cum staining the massage bed and coating Russo's hand as his ass twitched and massaged the thick cock buried deep in his formerly-virgin hole. Ben gasped, the aftershocks of his orgasm making him twitch - his whole body was on fire, oversensitive from the powerful orgasm. "Ohh...." He groaned out, his body going limp, exhausted in the truest sense of the word. The man beneath Russo exclaimed with a gasp. Russo knew that it was time. If it wasn't the wet pulses of cum coating his rough hand, it surely was the massaging walls of Ben's ass around his cock that told the older man what had happened. A deep laugh began to escape his throat which was mixed with a lust-fueled moan. Russo released Ben's shaft, wrapping both strong arms around the man now as he came. "Good boy, Ben," Russo grunted out as he felt his own large balls draw up and begin their own burning as they began to twitch and empty. His cock jerked inside the young man, cum gushing into Ben's already stretched hole. Russo held onto Ben tightly as he emptied himself in the man's bowels until he'd nearly finished. He pulled out just before the last spurt would streak Ben's crevice, oozing down along the furry flesh and down to the man's balls. Russo could see the man's reddened, abused hole drooling cum with flecks of red from the rough entry he'd given Ben. Wiping the head of his dick on one of Ben's furry ass cheeks, he pulled back and tucked his cock back into his trousers before getting off the table and walking around to where Ben's head was. He leaned down a bit and pulled the man's head up a bit by his chin. He looked Ben in the eyes, a smirk growing on Russo's bearded face. "Thank you for joining me for dinner, Mr. Hobbs. You have proved pleasant company. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," he almost hummed out. He pulled Ben up a bit more before bringing their lips together and taking a very dominant kiss from the man. He invaded Ben's mouth, his tongue touching and tasting where Russo liked for a brief moment before he pulled back, leaving Ben in shock. "Until next time, Mr. Hobbs," he said before letting Ben's head go and walking out of the room. Russo would leave the penthouse apartment with Jon, leaving Ben alone to gather himself. It was now a waiting game. Russo knew Ben's wife would not satisfy him the way he did, and so, he would wait until Ben would contact him to ask or even beg for more. It was only a matter of time. Until then, Russo busied the man with small, odd jobs. Some were illegal while others were simply immoral, but all were to benefit Russo. Ben groaned as he felt the older man's cum begin to fill his hole - pulling out just in time to ensure that he was marked on the outside too. The officer grunted as his chin was raised to force eye contact, unable to avoid the dominant kiss Ben was about to bite down on the older man's tongue before he pulled back. Ben lay there, naked, for a few minutes, holding back his tears before he finally stood up, the feeling of wet cum rolling down his legs. He quickly got dressed in his uniform and got out. When he arrived at home, his ass aching, he took a hot shower and went to bed without so much as a hello to his wife. Days passed and Ben could barely get his cock hard for his wife from the trauma, though he had to admit -looking back - it wasn't as bad as he thought. In another life, he might have even enjoyed it. The officer slowly guided his team away from Russo's trail and, every once in a while, he would be handed an order from either someone on the street and, sometimes, even another cop. Are they corrupt... Or just trapped like me... Ben would think. Sometimes the job would be simply to look the other way and other times Ben had to deliver unbranded packages. It had been about a week when Ben caught himself at the gm eyeing up a couple of the other men, having been introduced to the concept Ben had finally come to terms with his own bisexuality, but he knew that he couldn't cheat on his wife - he wasn't even sure if he could get it up to fuck a man. One night, when he was horny - Ben began rifling through his phone, about to call one of his work friends when he realized his thumb was hovering over Russo's number, or at least the number he was sometimes contacted through/ Before Ben knew was happening he had the phone up to his ear, waiting for the ringing to stop before saying "I want to see you..." It had only been a week since Russo had begun the transformative process with Ben. It was a slow mental transformation he had intended for the man. A once head-strong, alpha stud would be pulled down a notch and eventually put under Russo's boot. Ben would, of course, be resistant, but Russo knew in the end that he would turn Ben into a strong yet submissive ally. He might even make Ben one of his right-hand men if he proved himself worthy enough, but there had only been a handful of men in Russo's cartel that had been worthy of his esteem over the years. Ben had been following orders from his subordinates without question. No direct correspondence occurred between the two men. Things were always dictated indirectly. This was a conscious decision for Russo who wanted to deprive Ben of his presence. The seed of doubt would be left in the man's mind and grow like a weed. His men would report on Ben's actions, and Russo would question them about the man's physical and mental state. Did he seem focused or preoccupied? Was he taking care of himself? Russo always wanted to make sure his investments were well cared for. It was no surprise that his phone buzzed in the evening just a week after he'd taken Ben's cherry. Russo answered but said nothing, only listening to what the man said." I want to see you..." Russo chuckled darkly. "And what makes you think that you deserve to be in my presence..." he dragged a pause out before finishing his question with, "...boy?" Hearing that dark chuckle over the phone made Ben's spine tingle, was he really doing this? Was he actually going to ask Russo to be with him again? Ben swallowed audibly and spoke "I've been good... I've done everything you've asked... Even turned the other way when some of the other officers destroyed some evidence" He explained. The buff cop waited in his car for a response, his heart pounding and beginning to sweat. He took a breath and spoke again "I am renting a room at the motel at Fourth and Rowe street... Room 305. I'll be here all night" He paused. "Sir..." he squeaked out. The officer switched his phone to speaker as he drove to the motel waiting for any instruction from the man - or response. He could feel a nervous sweat on his brow, his pants tight with excitement. What am I doing? I just have to turn around... He thought to himself, pulling into the parking lot, his knuckles white on the steeringwheelIt's too late now, Ben... If you aren't in the motel he'll ruin your life... Ben bit his lip before leaving the car once the conversation was finished and headed into the motel and got the key to his room - the same one he got whenever he was on a stakeout or bringing a prostitute somewhere private. The motel was nondescript, with beige walls, and dim light. It was clean, but not enough to be remarkable. It was generic enough many people forgot about it as soon as they left, never quite able to put their finger on where they stayed. Ben got up to his room and lay back, still in his uniform, and sighed. "What did I get myself into..." He muttered to himself, browsing through his phone while he waited for... something to happen. Russo listened to Ben make his case, but it wasn't terribly convincing. He'd followed orders which was exactly what the older man had told him to do. Now Ben expected him to hand over some reward. Further, Ben had already set something up. The policeman had rented a motel room in a seedier part of town, well off where his jurisdiction was." You've done nothing out of the ordinary, Mr. Hobbs. Everything you've done has been as instructed, and while I am pleasantly surprised that you had taken my orders to heart, you've done nothing more to gain favor in my eyes than I had expected," Russo said. He could feel the man's disappointment even through the phone." But..." Russo said after a long pause, "I see you are in need of some additional guidance. I will meet you at your motel room...after some precautions, of course. Are you wearing your uniform?" Russo asked, and after he'd received Ben's response in the affirmative, he continued. "Good. Continue on to your room. I will arrive tonight," he said, making sure not to give Ben a time. "I expect you to be as you are now, in your uniform. Do you remember the first night we met? I know you do. You probably replay it in your mind. When I arrive, I expect you to greet me the same way we did that night...on your knees. Until tonight, you have your instructions," he said before disconnecting the line. Russo made sure to consult his men before even leaving to head toward the motel. Jon had confirmed that everything seemed to check out. There was no set up nor surveillance. The only possible way for something to go wrong would be for Ben to smuggle a recording device in, but Russo would be sure to take care of that. He arrived shortly after midnight. Russo stopped by the front desk, acquiring his own key card to Ben's room. It was easy enough to do when he knew enough personal details about the man along with a hearty dose of coercion. Russo arrived at the door to 305 soon enough, slipping the card into the door and stepping inside as if he owned the room. He found Ben on his knees in his uniform. The officer filled out the dark clothing perfectly. Russo gave a deep sigh as he stared down at the man. "My you do look perfect down on your knees," he said before slipping off his suit jacket and hanging it up in the small closet near the door. Russo was left in a tight white button down shirt, the top buttons unfastened to reveal the dark tufts of his chest hair peeking through. His built frame tapered to a slightly slimmer waist and then a powerful set of trouser clad legs complete with black leather shoes." Be honest, Ben...was your cock hard when I was talking to you on the phone?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow slightly. Hearing Russo mention that he had done nothing to gain too much favor made ban's shoulders sag, only to perk up when he heard that Russo would join him anyway. The man sped off towards the motel, got his key, and headed to the room. He waited silently, playing scenarios in his head of how it could all go wrong. He waited near the door until he heard footsteps outside when he dropped to his knees, looking up at Russo from his position, his police uniform pulled tight around his muscles. Ben's heart was pounding as he stared up at the older man, the dark hair of his chest poking through the button down shirt once he removed the jacket. Ben took a moment to respond to Russo's question, his mouth suddenly dry. Why did he call Russo? He could have called anyone else! "Y-Yes it was, Sir" The man said, feeling his cock begin to swell again in his dark pants - his position on his knees allowing Russo to see the growing bulge quite clearly. Ben looked up at the man blackmailing him, his eyes pausing at the man's crotch before shuffling forward, closer to the man while making eye contact. The man opened his mouth to say something and then shut it, deciding against speaking to the dominant man and, instead, simply looking down, putting his hands behind his back in a position that was probably more submissive than he realized, kneeling down in his uniform, looking as the floor with his hands grasped behind his back. Russo smiled just a bit more as he heard the honest answer from Ben. He took great amusement in watching the man shuffle closer on his knees like a puppy who'd missed its owner after a long absence. He reached down slowly, placing a hand atop the freshly shaved head of the kneeling man. Furthermore, he rubbed the skin roughly before moving his hand down to tip Ben's chin upward. Russo looked down at Ben for a long moment before speaking, "Stand." Once Ben was standing, Russo would slowly begin to unbutton the man's clothing. He made a show of unfastening each button, revealing the undershirt beneath Ben's uniform. The man filled the dark fabric out perfectly, and Russo's eyes feasted on every inch of him that was revealed. The older man pulled the dark shirt free from Ben's pants, tugging it off his shoulders and then down his arms and off. He pulled at the hem of Ben's undershirt, tugging that free as well and then pulling it up and off them an to leave his hairy chest and upper body exposed. "You take good care of yourself, Ben. Not that it should be a problem, but I expect you to maintain this level of care for your physique. Take that as an order," he said, looking up to the man's eyes for a moment." Remove your boots and socks," he said, stepping back to allow the man to do as he had ordered. Russo then resumed his manipulation of the man. He unfastened Ben's belt and unbuttoned his pants, tugging and shoving them down a bit to reveal the man's underwear and obvious rigid dick. Russo gently wrapped a strong hand around it through the remaining fabric that shielded it and pulled Ben close with a tug on it. He looked down into Ben's eyes as he held the man by his dick. "Tell Daddy what you want, Ben," he said deeply to the man. Ben let out a small grunt as his chin was tipped upward, making him look up at the larger, older, man. He stood when commanded and did nothing to stop, or help, Russo strip him down slowly - something that caused Ben's pants to grow tight in anticipation. When his upper body was fully stripped Ben smiled at the approval of his physique. "Thank you... I will keep going to the gym regularly" He took a moment, his cheeks flushing before he spoke again "Sir"When told to remove his boots and socks Ben knelt down, keeping his eyes on the other man just in case he tried something, and untied his boots before standing up, using the wall for support as he took them off and his socks as well, with just his heels. The officer let out a gasp as he was stripped even more, a pair of red boxer briefs were revealed, a dark stain at the end of his hard cock showing just how much precut he was producing. Ben was tugged forward by his thick shaft and was soon most touching chests with Russo. "What I want?" He asked, confused as though he had almost never considered it. "I... I want you to show me how it is to be with a man" He said, clearing his throat as he gained some confidence. "I want you to show me what it's like to be with a man, Sir" He said. If I'm in this I may as well be confident about it... Russo thought to himself. He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, but the twitch in his cock couldn't lie - he was excited. Russo merely sneaked at Ben's reply to his order, but he said nothing further. After Ben replied to his other question, it was as Russo had thought. Ben wanted to get his rocks off without doing the work. The man was dick-hungry after having his first taste only a week ago, but he had a long way to go before being able to make such lofty wants become reality." I see," Russo merely replied, feeling the twitch of Ben's cock in his hand. The older man let his thumb tease over the wet spot where the head of Ben's dick was while he continued talking. "I'm not here to be your teacher, Ben. You will learn what it means to be with a man in time, but what I'm hearing from you right now is that you've got dick on your mind and want nothing more than to empty your balls," Russo said, his thumb still teasing over the clothed head of Ben's dick." If you want to get off and 'be with a man,' you're going to have to be a good boy," he said, pulling his hand away from Ben's dick. He rubbed the drop of wetness on the pad of his thumb over Ben's bottom lip before stepping around Ben and lounging down on the bed." Finish stripping, boy. All the way," he said, curling his arms up and placing them behind his head. "And when you're done, remove my shoes. Oh...and no touching yourself," Russo said firmly. Ben gave a sigh as Russo ran his thumb over the head of his leaking dick - the wet spot only growing in anticipation as he listened to the older man's instructions - the wind taken out of his sails has he heard the condescending tone of Russo's voice. When told that he had to be a good boy Ben nodded. "Of course..." He said, surprised he felt the calloused thumb run across his lips, licking them instructively and tasting his own precut. Ben listed to the instructions - still turned around, and he bent over and took off his boxers, showing off his hairy hole to Russo. What am I doing? He thought to himself before turning around - his hard clock jutting out on front of him as he stepped forward to the bed and then sank to his knees - leaning down and beginning to untie the older man's shoes before slipping off the left, and then the right, placing them side by side next to the bed. Front between Russo's legs, Ben looked up at the older man, so close to the man's bulging crotch, but Ben did not reach for it, as much as he wanted to he wanted to get what he wanted, and to do that he had to be a good boy." What now, Sir?" Ben asked, his cock waning a little bit under its own weight - a large drop of precut drooling onto the floor in anticipation.

Bending to Corruption - M_M [Ex] (Dizzi & Ryven)|rating:3.0

Doctor Who Comes to America (dakabn & Vergil1989)

Erin was driving along a long dull road. It wasn't really that long, but with nothing but endless prairie land on either side, it was a long five minutes every time. Even with the radio on. It was better than the traffic jam she took this detour to avoid though. She lived in a little house in the outskirts of the city, and she had to take either this road or the main thoroughfare. And everyone took the main thoroughfare. Singling along to "This Kiss" on the radio, she almost missed it. Something in the field to her left. She furrowed her brows as she zoomed past it and looked at her rearview when she was well in front of it. Her mind obsessed over what it could be for a moment. Then she shrugged and sighed, turning the radio down due to an obnoxious commercial. Once she was finally home, she decided she wanted to make pancakes, but realized she didn't have any milk. Letting out a whine, she pouted and struggled with the laziness of just eating something else or doing whatever it took to satisfy the craving she only had but half a minute when she saw the bottle of syrup in her cupboard. Growling, she grabbed her keys and got back in her car. The sun was setting, and she noticed the thing in the field again. She decided that she could let curiosity distract her for a few moments. Then she could go get her milk and have a nice breakfast for dinner. She pulled onto the gravel shoulder and started to walk toward it. She made sure her phone was with her as she came closer, realizing it was a box. Then a building as she got closer. A phone booth? Weren't those red? She could see the blue now and words spelling out Police Box. She touched it and ran her hands over it. Furthermore, she saw the phone on the outside, reading the little sign. Furthermore, she picked up the phone and spoke tentatively into it, "Hello?" Laughing, she hung it up. This thing had to be very old, and it was in the middle of a field. Shaking her head at herself, she continued her exploration and grabbed the knob and pulled. Realizing it was locked, she pulled harder and then blushed looking around. Maybe it was someone's storage shed. Someone might be grabbing their gun to come shoot her at that very moment! She made her way back toward her car when she felt the ground shake. "OH! The New Madrid Fault Line WOULD get all active NOW, wouldn't it!" She shouted to herself wondering if she should stay still or go back to her car, or go back to the box. Then she heard a loud roar behind her, and she gasped as something was erupting from the ground. Pulling her car up and causing it to crash to the road with the wheels in the air like a beetle stuck on it's back. She stared in frightened awe as the top twisted off and a figure emerged carrying what she could guess was some sort of gun. She instinctively rose her hands in the air, "I come in..." She paused. IT came. She was just THERE. "I mean... I'm here in PEACE!" "Oh give it a rest already." A man's voice sounded just as he raised his right hand that held a metal tube that had a blue light on one end. The light activated, and a noise was heard like the buzzing of a bee right when the alien's weapon shorted out. "Now, mind telling me what you're doing out here or do you want to go for round two?" He asked in quite a cheery voice despite the fact he was facing down a dangerous alien in the middle of an empty field. He hadn't even noticed the girl yet as he let his hand fall to his side for now. "What, got nothing to say to me? Not surprising really but isn't considered polite to give and take a bit? I ask a question, you ask one? No? Oh, well." He grinned, only now seeing they weren't alone. "Oh....hello, who might you be?" He asked, his initial plan changing considerably now that there was an innocent bystander in the mix. "Um, I guess this must seem quite odd to you. I'm the Doctor," She blinked at the newcomer as he talked to the being as if they were at a cocktail party. She watched dumbfounded, even forgetting that she had a thing for British accents. It took a moment to realize that he was now talking to her, "I... Whey... Doctor of what? Alien paranormal activity? Are you with the FBI?" She realized it was a weird thing to think about, let alone ask, but it was the first thing that came to mind, "Any chance you guys can voucher for me with the insurance company. I'm sure they won't believe this." She was pretty sure her car was totaled. "I also need a ride back home. Actually to town too, if it's not too much trouble." Her pancakes came back to mind with the craving strong as ever. Even if her stomach was turning flips at the horror of the moment. (alien that the Doctor had effectively disarmed disappeared while he was distracted by the girl that had gotten caught in the crossfire just about if not for his quick thinking. Even so, he had a feeling it wasn't the end of all this since a creature like that didn't come to Earth without a reason considering they were near extinction. "Just the Doctor, and I kind of freelance, knock about at random wherever I'm needed. And yeah....not so sure if it would be a good idea to say anything about all this despite the fact that alien sightings are kind of common anymore, what with the Christmas Star just last year and the arrival of a giant Score spaceship over England the year before that and so on. Still, it does beg a question though, what are you doing out here at a time like this?" Only now noticing that their visitor was gone, the Doctor raised an eyebrow but shrugged since he really didn't have much else to do at the moment other than to figure out what that thing had been doing here. "Yeah... I can give you a ride. My ship's parked just right there, see the phone box? It's Chameleon Tech, got stuck though, and I landed in a time when phone boxes like that were still common, around 1963 if memory serves. Anyway, I guess I owe you that much considering your car got totaled by that alien that ran off a few minutes ago on us without so much as a goodbye." He didn't seem upset though as he went to the blue public call box, or police box, and pulled out a key before unlocking the door. "So, you never did give me your name. I guess manners are a bit different in modern day America. Been hanging around England too much myself. Nice people, a bit too talkative at times." Rose's mom had a monopoly on running her mouth, but she was an enjoyable little woman despite all her faults. Just remembering that much made one of his twin hearts ache though, and he paused as the door to the TARDIS swung open, revealing a far bigger interior than an exterior. "Anyway, this is the TARDIS, Time and Relative Dimension in Space, it's a time machine as well as a ship, meaning I can go anywhere just about." He was feeling rather cheery today for some reason, must be the new country he hadn't really spent much time in now that he thought about it. "So, care for a tour?" (She had heard something about that. "That's just tabloid junk. A time like this? It's barely 6 pm." She looked at the box as he explained and then back at him. He must be insane. Then again, what she saw made HER feel insane. She put a hand to her head, following him out of lack of choices." Erin." The insult sobered her as she glared at him, "Excuse me for being a little in shock that an alien came out of the ground and..." She blinked as she saw the inside. Her brows twisted in show that her brain was having trouble processing it. She looked over at the door and reached her hand out, "No. THIS should be the wall..." She went to the door and peeked out to judge her guess, "Right." She leaned against the wall by door staring at the man." That was an alien. You have a spaceship. You're an alien." That was the only explanation as she rattled off the connection. "But you look ... not alien." It was always the same with every single person save for his granddaughter when they first saw the interior of the TARDIS. Culture shock he called it, and in all points he calmly waited for them to get their tiny brains wrapped around the idea that his ship was a bit....unique, to say the least for this very reason. "I hadn't noticed that before, huh. Don't worry, you wouldn't be the first to get a bit of culture shock when they enter the TARDIS for the first time. And yes, I am an alien, and no I am not a Martian. You wouldn't believe how many people assume that when I show them my ship, let alone when other more heinous creatures from space tend to tear up the Earth for one reason or another. Still, sorry for the insult, but you're right, that was an alien, and I was tracking it down to figure out why it was here considering it's near extinction. It's definitely not friendly, but I'm sure you figured that out already. You're taking all this very well though, I'm impressed. I guess Americans aren't all that bad after all." He teased, shutting the door behind Erin as he went to the hexagonal controls that dominated the center of the room they were currently in. "So Erin, nice name that, where would you like me to drop you off?" He asked, fiddling with several switches as he powered up the engines, but before he could get them warmed up, one of his computer screens started to flash as a massive energy spike was detected out above the Earth's atmosphere. "Uh oh, that's not good. Brace yourself!" He managed to get out just before the tractor beam hit and yanked the TARDIS right off of the ground it had been on, making the entire ship shake violently as it fought through Earth's atmosphere before settling down when they were out in the empty void of space. "Tractor beam, should have seen that coming. Old tech that though, everyone else uses teleportation beams and transmits, among other things. We're protected since the ship generates its own atmosphere and keeps it contained in a bubble or shield you might say. We're being invited by our rude guest it would seem, for what though I have no idea. Stick close, and you'll be fine, trust me." He promised, grinning despite the circumstances they were about to be plunged head first into. Another shake told the Doctor they had landed safely onboard the alien's ship, for what reason and purpose would be revealed soon. "I wouldn't worry about that door being destroyed. Still the Hun and his entire army couldn't break that door, and believe me they gave it a go with all they had. So, what do you think of your first alien abduction?" Still in awe, she spoke in a slow tone, "Of course not. There's no life on Mars. If there was, we'd have seen it by now." She looked at the door after he shut it, "This thing travels through space." She tilted her head as it clicked. "It's not that it's larger inside than outside. It's that it's disguised. I wouldn't know how, but..." She watched him, "What are you doing?" Before she could tell him to drop her off in town, she had to brace herself. "What? Why?" She barely had a grip and ended up on the ground skidding across the room, hitting the back wall. She sat up wincing in pain and then blinking at him as he went off talking again. Furthermore, she just shook her head before putting a hand to it, closing her eyes. Then in a snap, her eyes shot open as she looked at him, "What?" (You asked and shall receive lol.) Doctor Who - 10th Doctor (David Pennant) Intro (#)"Hey, there is too life on Mars." The Doctor replied, helping Erin to her feet after her rather ungraceful fall when they hit the deck of the alien ship. "I used to know quite a few Martians in fact. Nice people, strange eating habits though. You people colonize the surface of Mars in a couple centuries if history goes as it should. And while the exterior of my ship is disguised, it really is bigger on the inside than it appears on the outside" He continued, opening the door, grinning as he saw what he had begun to suspect of their alien friend. "Ah, I knew it! Drachma! This is a Drachma warship! HAH!" The interior was dark sure, but it was also covered in the native plants that had come from the long destroyed Arachnids 8. "Drachma used to be considered some of the most noble and honorable aliens in existence until they were nearly wiped out. There's still pockets of Drachma in the stars, protected by the Shadow Proclamation so that they might try to rebuild, but there are a few like this fella that has gone mad or have turned rogue. I'm suspecting that creature we saw down below was a bodyguard, probably genetically engineered to obey without question and to be exceedingly difficult to kill I'd imagine." Pulling a pair of glasses from his left coat pocket, the Doctor took a closer look at the dark metal hull, running a hand over the flora that was allowed to grow without restraint for the most part." Drachni lived with nature, developed some of the cleanest interstellar travel vessels ever seen to reduce any hazardous impact on their home planet of Arachnids 8. Their designs were lost when their sister star was forcibly detonated, annihilating the home world in an instant. Such a race didn't deserve what happened to them, no race does, no matter their morale standing." This coming from a man that had been responsible for more than one world burning in his exceedingly long life, but none of those was truly his fault. Pausing again as the immeasurable weight of his past crimes came to bear, the Doctor shrugged it off as he always did and kept moving on. "So, shall we take a look? I suspect our Drachma friend is watching us even now."((Picture of a Drachma I used for another RP.)) (She watched him in a sort of awe and confusion. Then, the solemn look on his face made her move to put her hand on his shoulder. But before she could make it, he switched like a light and at the words of being watched, she looked around. "Where... Whey..." She wasn't even sure what to ask. He, however, seemed perfectly comfortable exploring as if they were on a hiking trail on Petite Jean mountain. She rushed to catch up and grabbed his arm. "Don't dare leave me behind." ((It wasn't anything big, just was wondering if you had anything big you wanted to do in this.)) Putting his glasses away a moment later as he turned and beamed at Erin, the Doctor held out his hand to the girl. "Hey, I wouldn't dream of leaving you behind Erin. As for our Drachma friend watching us, I wouldn't be surprised, but I didn't say for sure if he was or not. He probably isn't even onboard at the moment because if he was, I think we would have run into him by now." He said, shrugging as if it didn't matter either way, and really, in the grand scheme of things, so long as he was able to do all he could to come to a non-violent solution to this puzzle, it didn't. Heading down a similarly dimly lit hallway, they were stopped by a metal bulkhead door that was labeled as Alpha Labs. "Huh, that's not something you often find in a Drachma warship. They were always uniform. Warships were warships, frigates were frigates, cruisers were cruisers, and so on, and their designs and purpose were kept the same throughout. It seems our rogue has done a bit of modifying to his ride. Why would he do that?" He asked more to himself than anything, but he enjoyed hearing theories from his companions as he pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket again and went for the softly green glowing control panel that was right beside the door. A little hacking with specific sonic signals had the door opening up in a few minutes later as the Doctor grinned again. "There we go, nothing my sonic screwdriver can't handle. Now, let's see, what do we have?" The lab was definitely way more advanced than anything humanity had available to them at this moment, but some of the items on display were similar to what they had down on Earth. "Take a look around, Drachma and human aren't as different from each other than you might imagine. We have an electronic microscope, a bit more of an advanced medical scanner, your version of an MRI machine, X-Ray, and Ultrasound unit all rolled into one package, and IV bags and other paraphernalia you'd expect in a hospital." The one thing that wasn't normal however was a metal bed covered in a gel like substance that conformed and adjusted to whoever sat or laid on it, giving the maximum amount of comfort one could imagine. However, the deadlock seal restraints were not normal that were at the arms, feet, chest, and head areas in any humanoid body. There was also fresh blood at the feet of the table that hadn't been absorbed by the gel cover. "I don't like the look of that." He murmured, kneeling as he scanned the blood stains with his sonic screwdriver and came back with some shocking results. "Human? Female? Native American even. What happened in here?" He asked, suddenly very afraid for Erin's safety as he looked at the girl. "I won't let anything happen to you. Just stay close Erin." He solemnly said, standing as he went to a computer terminal and waved his sonic device over the thing as he had the door lock outside and came up with even more unnerving information. A human body hologram display popped up above the bed, but something wasn't right with the picture that came up. It took him a moment to realize what it was. A blue skinned Drachma baby was in the holographic woman's womb, and while that wouldn't be uncommon if the Drachma were able to rebuild their numbers since they could mate with any species that were similar to their own and produce more Drachma with a few traits from the other species, something was wrong with this picture as the baby died in the hologram after the host mother was injected with some serum that the Doctor recognized as a stimulated for growth. It wasn't long before the mother's vital signs also failed, and it was clear that despite valiant efforts to keep her alive, all experiments so far had failed. "He's trying to speed grow Drachma, and he's using human women as lab animals." He said in shock before standing to his feet, fire in his eyes since he wouldn't stand for this. "I can understand his need to repopulate, but this is going TOO FAR! Your people aren't simple hosts for breeding. I think it's time to have a talk with the man himself."((I don't understand? PM me if you don't see me in I'm)She did stay close to him. At his question she shrugged, "Maybe they decided everything needs a little of everything?" Once in the lab, she walked about slowly, looking at the items. At his outburst, she turned and saw the hologram. "Why us?" She moved over and touched the gel, fascinated by it. Seeing the blood, "This woman is real?" At the declaration of speaking to the alien, she grabbed his arm, "What good would that do? We can't stop him!" Not to mention, they might want to use HER. The Doctor put a comforting hand on her arm in turn, making sure their eyes were locked before he said anything more. "Listen to me Erin, I will not let him do anything to you. I've fought against countless aliens from one end of time to the other all across the galaxy. There is always a way, you just can't give up hope." The way he said it there was no way to argue with his powerful iron will and his stubbornness no matter how bad things got. "If there's one thing you'll learn about me Erin, it's that you don't want to make me angry." He continued as he gently pulled away before opening the only other door out of the lab. If he knew his way around, then they were heading for the bridge or the brains of any starship like this. Controlling the bridge meant controlling the ship itself unless there was secondary systems installed elsewhere, but he doubted there was given the size of the ship. Stopping at a window that overlooked Earth, he stopped and admired the blue planet. "Take a look Erin." She was startled by the power in his tone and believed him. Yet, that didn't soothe her fear. She gripped his jacket as she followed him. Pressing against him suddenly as he stopped. She looked down and gasped, "Really." Then she blinked. A shriek came from her lips, "Wait... We're in SPACE?" Of course, she sort of knew that. But it hit her in the head like a pile of bricks at the moment. Hearing her voice echo along the walls, which was very evident of how loud she was considering the plants would dampen echos at a normal volume, she clamped a hand over her mouth and used the other to grip his jacket tighter. "Yep. Judging from what I can see, we're about, oh 500 thousand kilometers away, making our position in the same orbital ring as the moon. He's playing it safe and staying away in case he gets fired on by Torch wood I'd imagine. Um, long story that. Still, my ears are ringing a bit now." He commented as he walked on with Erin holding on to him as if he was the only thing keeping her up. He couldn't help but let his own arm find its way across her shoulders as they walked on. If she had good hearing however or put her head or hands on his chest, she might feel his twin hearts beating which would only confirm he was an alien if everything else hadn't already. Coming to a fork in the hallway with a flight of stairs on the right-hand path, the Doctor looked between the three passages. "Hmm, if I was looking for the bridge, where would I go?" He asked aloud right as their blue skinned friend finally showed up from the left-hand path. From the look of it they had caught him just exiting the showers. She was about to say the middle one. It felt logical at the time. But before she could open her mouth to say it, her mouth gaped open as she put herself behind the doctor. "Oh, this can't be good!" If he was as good as he said, he'd be far better in front than her. Besides, seeing what did they do to woman, she had more reason to be afraid. She whispered, "Don't piss it off!" "I have ears human, and can assure you I'm a male of what is left of my species." The Drachma replied before turning his coal-black eyes to the only other man in the room. "You on the other hand 'Doctor', seem the knowledgeable one. What species are you?" The Doctor took a step forward, having guessed he hadn't heard much of their conversation since they had gotten onboard, or he might have known already. "I'm a Time Lord, the last of the Time Lords." His voice had lost its cheer as his face seemed to have become etched in stone. "I ask you once. Leave this world in peace. I can help you, but you need to stop kidnapping innocent human beings. Your species wouldn't want this to be the way they are restored." The Drachma had been struck dumb by his race name, knowing all about them as did every race that still lived thanks to them. There was no way this was happening, yet it was, and he was feeling the man's barely contained rage that was only matched by his sorrow. "What is your answer?" Time Lord? That sounded regal and mysterious. Last? She pouted at the thought, but she didn't have much time to mourn on his behalf. Yet, if he was as powerful as he said, how could someone wipe out all but one? How did he survive? The Drachma was being backed into a corner and didn't like it. Even so, he now knew who this man truly was and had plenty of ammo to use against him while he tried to stall for time. "Time Lord, now I know enough to know that trusting you is liable to be the death of me, Doctor. Destroyer of worlds, the Coming Storm. Your girl is a fool to trust you, just like your old companion, Rose Tyler."" If not for Rose Tyler, the Dales would have destroyed everything. They would have swept the galaxy like a plague and where would you be then?" The Doctor asked just as the monster from below tackled the Time Lord about the same time the Drachma ran at Erin, easily picking her up and slinging her over his right shoulder as if she weighed nothing. "No DON'T! Let her go! You don't have to do this!" He was ignored as the Drachma took Erin away to his private quarters. The bodyguard dragged the Doctor to his feet before tossing him down the hallway away from where the alien had disappeared to. On one hand, he was speaking as if the Doctor was a universal legend. On the other, as if they were old arch enemies. This man had several titles, all menacing sounding. And who was Rose Tyler? As the questions distracted her, she didn't realize the beast was coming after her until she was slung over his shoulder, "DOCTOR!" She screamed for him again before beating at the creature's back, "Put me down! You will not put a baby inside of me!" She continued to kick and scream, not even sure if it could feel her. He claimed epic success. They claimed she shouldn't trust him. Maybe it was all true. He was an epic alien capable of terrific things, but let terrible things happen. Like this. The Doctor stood on shaky legs, and immediately gave chase, not about to lose another as the Drachma's bodyguard stood ready to stop the Time Lord. "Sorry big boy, but you're in my way!" He growled out, thanking his lucky stars he had had the frame of mind of keeping some of those Christmas styled grenades on his person as he tossed the flash bomb right at the brute, blinding him before slipping around the creature as it struggled to see out of its stinging eyes. "Erin! Hold on!" He called out, catching the Drachma's shadowy silhouette and the human calls for help were still reaching his ears at least, meaning he wasn't too far behind. The Drachma meanwhile stopped and turned, amazed at the man's strength and willingness to keep on chasing a physically superior being such as he. The human's feeble attempts at escape were not being paid any heed as he let several black tentacles erupt out of his back. He couldn't make it back to his private quarters with the Doctor in full pursuit, so he'd just have to take her right here. The Doctor arrived on the scene just as the Drachma made a foot long blade appear out of one of his black tentacles. "The Drachma tentacle Katina? Oh, I haven't seen one of those in a thousand years."" You were not looking at a true Drachma then since I have more than one, Doctor. For each fifty years we live, we gain another tentacle that acts as both weapon and reproductive organ along with our main breeding phallic organ. While they cannot be used for the same thing at once, I have more than enough to hold you off and to take her as I see fit!" The Doctor's face turned hard as glacial ice again as he looked at the alien as if he had said exactly the wrong thing to him, and he was about to pay the ultimate price for it. The alien took a step back, holding Erin in his tentacles, but they had not begun to do anything to her....yet." I warned you Drachma. I offered you a chance, and you spurned my aid. Now....you have gone too far. Remember....you brought this upon yourself." He had done a little more than look up information on what the man had been doing as he pulled out his sonic screwdriver again and activated the command code he had inputted into the ship's computer system. The self-destruct alarms started to go off, telling them they had ten minutes to evacuate before the main reactor hit critical mass and exploded. "I can turn this off Drachma, but you need to let Erin go. Promise to never harm anyone again, and I'll let you leave, let you start a new life. This is your last chance. Please, take it." The Drachma looked frantically around him, his hands clenching into tight fists as he tried to find a way around this. He could go....try to start fresh and do as the few survivors were already doing, or he could try to fight on. Reaching a decision, the Drachma fell to his knees and slowly let Erin free of his tentacles, defeated as tears fell from his black eyes. "All I wanted....was to see my wife and children again..... Doctor. But... I have done too much evil....to ever be able to start a new life. Leave me to die....it will be a mercy....and it will at least give the last of my species a chance to rebuild without ever knowing what.... I had done." The Doctor had not expected this as he went to Erin's side and helped her to her feet before holding his hand out to the Drachma." I've done terrible things in my own life my friend. I'm never able to look back because to do so is to just stop and wait for a death that will never come for me. Besides.... I choose to live so that others might never know what we have been through, so that they might never know the horrors of war. Come with me, and you too can find a way to redeem yourself, all you have to do is stand." The Drachma looked up, surprise and shock clear on his face, but he took the Doctor's hand, nodding his accord as he looked to Erin." You truly are a Time Lord, yet you are not as they are. They were stagnant, unwilling to change at all for the longest time, and now you are the last. You do their memory proud, Doctor." The ship violently shook as something exploded from the building pressure. It was too late to deactivate the self-destruct, but they could still make it to the TARDIS. Nodding silently, the Doctor took off like a bullet, his twin hearts allowing him far better stamina and endurance than a human, and the Drachma picked Erin up again in his strong arms without a thought, his honor and compassion coming back in force as he easily kept pace with the Time Lord. "I have no right to ask your forgiveness Erin, but I would ask it anyway. Can you forgive this battle-scarred old fool?" Whatever the answer it would have to wait as they passed through the labs, the bodyguard having been left behind and then sucked out into space when the metal bulkhead shut behind the three of them, separating them from the hallway they had just left in time to avoid the same fate. "Genetically engineered Judson. You....don't want to know what it cost me to get that thing here. I will mourn for his loss, but I effectively killed him long before this." The Doctor didn't waste time in responding as they made their way through the ship in record time, but trouble was about to strike when a hidden pipe burst, the plants covering the floors were saturated in a flammable liquid, and then a spark happened to fall at the right time to separate the Doctor from the Drachma and Erin. Turning around fast, the Doctor could only watch as the warrior alien stopped just shy of being burned alive." Hold on! I'll figure a way out for all of us! Just hold on!" "There's no time Doctor! Catch! Erin, I'm sorry, I wish you well!" He finished as the Drachma put all of his considerable strength into the throw that had Erin soaring above the flames without getting hurt and right into the Doctor's arms. They fell to the floor, just in time to see the Drachma be consumed by fire, yet he didn't scream in pain but rather seemed utterly at peace as he fell for the last time. Standing as the fire started to come towards them next, the Doctor pulled the TARDIS door opened, pulled Erin through, and slammed it shut before going to the controls so they could get out of the blast radius before they were cooked. It didn't take long for them to be back on Earth and in her hometown, having taken a wild guess given the area of where he had picked her up. Looking at the woman he had risked everything for, and he didn't even know her, the Doctor breathed a sigh of relief as he collapsed by her side, but his cheery attitude was long gone. "He was right there....and I couldn't do anything. Grr.... I have all this and I can't save one of the few surviving Drachma from dying! I can't cross my own timeline either since that's a very bad idea....but at least you're alright, Erin. At least....you are alright. I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry you got dragged in the middle of all this." He whispered, knowing he probably had a lot of explaining to do now as he hoped she'd be ok after all this. Erin was a bit traumatized and clung to the Doctor as they spoke, trembling fiercely. Before she knew it, the ship shook, and she was lifted again, causing her to scream. Then at his words, she blinked and snapped, "Ask me after we leave a dying ship!" Then she was thrown above a harsh heat. Once she landed, she looked wide-eyed toward him. She shouted, "I do forgive you!" She made move to go help him, but she was yanked inside. Before she could even complain that they could help him, they were landed, and he was apologizing to her. She looked at him with tears in her eyes, "I've never been so terrified in my life. He was about to... But now I mourn him." She wiped at her eyes, "So there are aliens, but from what I've seen, they're nearly extinct." The Doctor held Erin close in his arms, letting her calm down a bit before helping her to her feet and opening the door to the TARDIS, revealing they were at least in Little Rock, Arkansas. On the edge of the city anyway, right next to a red phone box. Irony at work for you. "I'm sorry you had to go through that at all Erin. Look up at the sky for a moment." It was still nighttime, only an hour having passed in that madness up on the Drachma ship. The stars were unusually bright tonight, but nothing that the Doctor wasn't used to. "While a lot of those points of light are just that and nothing more, there are thousands upon thousands of alien races out there. I know the names of nearly every single one of them. There are many races out there that are just like that Drachma, good and honest people, just trying to get by with what little they have. Entire empires, alliances, you name it. But then there are those like the Dales that are the scourge of those good people. And then there's me trying to keep the balance between the two. I've been alive for a very long time Erin, perhaps too long. It's ok to mourn him. If he had gone through with his plan, then I might have a different opinion on the matter, but he found his old heart again and that was what set him free, that and hearing you forgive him probably set his soul at rest for good. Not many people could have done that Erin, and that's why I'm going to give you a chance to come with me, to see it all and to experience far more better things than what you've just gone through. I promise that not all of my encounters with alien life is that nerve racking or dangerous for that matter." She looked up at the stars and as he went on his spiel, her brows furrowed as she looked over and saw the blue tented pavilion. Music from the bars wafted in the air. The water was sparkling from all the lights of the city. She swallowed, "I live quite a bit outside the city." She took a breath and shrugged, "I'll call a cab later." She took his hand, "For now, you're you're going to discover the charms of what the call, 'A city in a park.'" She led him a little ways, the paused, "Wait. Are you hungry?" The Doctor should have figured that she didn't live in Little Rock, just it was the first place that came to mind so they'd get away from the blast which could only just be seen behind the moon for a brief instant. Stargazers would probably assume it was a supernova of some sort, or a meteor hitting the lonely gray orb, and in a way they'd be right. Still, he came back out of his mood and grinned at the offer of food. "Sounds like a plan to me. Sure, I could go for a meal with you Erin. Problem is I haven't got a dime on me. Ah, hacking an ATM shouldn't be that hard, but don't want to draw unwanted attention on my head either. Still, I'd love to see what this city has to offer if you'll show me around in modern day Little Rock, Arkansas." He replied, falling in behind the girl for once, letting her settle down a bit so that when he asked his question again, she might have an answer for him this time. A little food, a chance to unwind, and just to talk things out sounded like the best medicine right then. "I have my wallet." She did happen to have her wallet in her jeans pocket. She was just going to the store, and so she didn't take her purse. So the wallet went in her pocket. It was a good place for more reason than less to carry in this instance. She looked at her watch for the time. A few things were left open. She chuckled, "Well of all the places to land without a car, this is one of the few places jam packed with places that are open late-night. Especially along this strip. I'm not even sure where to take you." She looked behind the police box, "We could choose by proximity. There's an entrance there." But once she got there, it ended up being a dance club. She backed out, "Ok. Never mind on that." Eventually, they found a place. It was noisy and dark, but there was food. She ordered these pretzel things. Seemed they cut up soft pretzels and baked them so they were crunchy, but still soft inside. It came with cheese dip and some mustard sauce she didn't like. She watched as they ate. His eyes held a young energy and also an ancient exhaustion. She wanted to reach out to him, but the waiter had come by and asked how things were. She then decided she needed something to drink. Furthermore, she asked for the drink menu. ((Feeling a LOT better.)) The Doctor silently followed behind Erin, glad she was taking things so well considering where it could have wound up going. He gave a small chuckle before scratching the back of his head, needing to fine tune the TARDIS a bit, but something always seemed to come up at the worst time, and it always got pushed into the back of his mind. "Yeah....sorry bout that. I've been meaning to do more actual flying. For being a spaceship the TARDIS doesn't do a lot of that." He replied, falling in behind the girl easily enough, laughing lightly as she quickly backed out of the dance club. Dancing was something he didn't do often, but the few times he had he'd been told that he was pretty good. When they finally decided on a place, the Doctor let Erin take charge for a moment since this was her time period and her home city. The pretzel looking things weren't half bad, even the sauce that came with it wasn't bad either as he shared the food she had ordered for them. He had ordered a salad and a glass of ice water, not a big fan of soda but wine, margaritas, things like that he handled pretty well. Huzzah for two hearts since his circulation had most alcoholic beverages pass almost right through him without leaving him in a stupor. "So Miss Erin, what is on that mind of yours?" He asked, wondering what she was thinking as she looked him over, trying to hide his ancient exhaustion that was brought on by his long and arduous life as a traveler doing what he could to keep time and space in relative balance, taking what pleasures he could along the way from visiting the past and future times of countless worlds. She shrugged and put down the wine she decided she was drinking too fast. She tilted her head, "How old are you, Doctor?" You seem older than... what.... 30? 40? Which is what you seem to be. But I've never seen a 30-year-old alien, and it could well look like an infant for an old wrinkly man." The horrors were in her mind, but whenever she was in the city, it was easy to push things aside. Plus, she had a feeling that his influence helped with the pushing of things aside. He seemed rather easy-going for a man who was the coming storm. That question was not one that he had expected, but he owed her some explanation if not the whole story. Maybe a bit of wine wouldn't be a bad idea after all. Pouring himself a glass after drinking the rest of his water, the Doctor met Erin's eyes, letting fall his cheery personality that was one of the few things that kept him sane through the thousands of years he had lived. In all honesty he had yet to tell anyone just how old he truly is. "Before I tell you, I am curious why you'd like to know. I haven't asked you your age, have I? Of course, if I remember rightly enough it's impolite anyway to ask a woman her age. Still, if you really wish to know, I'm around 900 years old, according to your Earth calendar. Time Lords can potentially live forever, Erin, and our technology was based around travel through time and space. We weren't the only ones however that had dabbled in such means of getting around, as it started out as anyway. There was another race of creatures called the Dales that also gained the technology to manipulate time as freely as we did, and there was a war that rippled out to the farthest reaches of space in every time period. It was called the Great Time War, the last Time War. Countless lives were lost, and my entire race wiped out before it was over with the Dales the winner, but only by avoiding extinction themselves by a very narrow margin because of me." He replied, having told very few people this much. He was brought out of his mental solitude however when he heard a very familiar voice at the bar, having not noticed the man until that moment." If it isn't my favorite Doctor." The man said, getting the Doctor to turn his head so fast he should have gotten a creak in it, only making the good Captain grin from ear to ear. "I see your Companions are getting younger and younger." He sauntered over, holding a mug in his right hand, a wrist mounted time manipulator strapped to the other one. "Captain Jack Harkness, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Erin." He held out his hand, earning a good-natured scowl from the Doctor. "What, I can't say hello to anyone around you can I?"" Not when your perpetual flirt no. What are you doing here in America anyway? I thought you were in charge of Torch wood back in London?" "I am, we were sent here to deal with some business that's all but wrapped up by now. You'd be surprised Doctor how often I get around the globe." "I can only imagine." Hearing his age, her eyes shot open, and she nearly drowned on her wine, "900!?" The shriek got some attention, but not long as people just took her for being drunk. She blushed in embarrassment as she continued to listen. Hearing the very short version of what must be a very long story (something she was learning was common of him), she pouted in pity for him. She didn't even really look at the other man the Doctor had turned toward, completely entranced by the man before her and his long, long life that also was so very sad. Erin blinked at the hand in front of her and then up to the speaker, "How do you know my name?" She blinked at a conversation that moved so fast, she lost track, "Wait, what? Torch wood? Is that some ... firewood company?" ((Sorry, forgot to add the pic for the Captain lol.))(Jack Harkness burst into laughter at that as the Doctor merely shook his head in amusement. It was obvious she was quite new to all this, or she'd know all about Torch wood. "No, it's definitely not a firewood company, although we've used that cover before in one our bases of operation. Don't worry Doc, everyone here is either on my payroll or knows better than to ask questions." The rest of the man's team waved or nodded towards the man, having either seen or heard of him in some capacity or another. "And your name popped up when we found your car tore up on the side of the road Erin. Kind of hard to miss with a Drachma warship hovering behind the moon until I'm guessing you stepped in Doc about twenty minutes ago. Finding you wasn't so easy after you parked your ship out by the real telephone booth on Main Street."" Yeah, I've already heard this one. So, that's why you're in America. That Drachma, we never even got his name, but he was a lone survivor, just like me. He died going down with his ship, and the universe will be darker for the loss. He was trying to speed grow an army of his kind by using women from here, this planet." Jack grimaced at the thought of what could have happened if the fellow had succeeded as the Doctor told most of what had happened, leaving out the bit about Erin almost ending up the same as so many others before her up in that ship. Jack sat down next to Erin, managing to keep his eyes and hands in sight and focused only on the man before him. Besides, it was a first meeting, he didn't want to ruin his good name just yet." So, what do you plan to do with this one? Could always wipe her mind for you." "Don't you dare. I've even gotten to properly ask if she'd like to come along with me to see all there is to see out there." Jack almost shouted out something about Rose and the Doctor being similar to Erin and him now, but held his tongue since he knew even now that was still quite a tender spot for the man that had lived for so long. "Well Erin, what do you say?" ((Tommy... thanks! :) Also, you have to do a new line for each speaker. Because I don't know who asked Erin. :)Erin furrowed her brow, "I suppose the phone booth is more real in comparison as it was built to be one at one point. Actually, it could simply be a recreation. Also, that's not Main Street. It's... O... something. But it's not Main Street." Of course how were THEY to know that. Nor did these facts even matter. But SHE wanted to sound smart too. Of course forgetting the name of street didn't help that. What she did remember of the street name, it was hard to pronounce anyway. She blinked seeing all the waving men and women. It was a bit unnerving to realize there were.... agents? Roaming about the city."DO with this one?" She glared at Jack. "You mentioned companion before." She then looked at the Doctor, "I'm NOT a hooker!" She then turned her glare back to Jack, "I don't think so. I have a terrible memory as it is, and you will not confuse it further by wiping a block of time." Then... to the question, "What do I say about what?" She shook her head, "Too loud!" She stood and went to the bar holding out money. Once the tab was paid, she waved the men to go outside. The water shimmered with the lights from Little Rock and North Little Rock on either side of the river. She looked up toward the moon, "I was happy thinking that looking up at the night sky was as close as I'd ever be to space exploration." ((Sorry for the delay, finally back in the swing of things lol. Glad you like Jack by the way, and his team consists of equal parts men and women I believe, last I checked anyway, but it's no biggie.))" Whoa, that's not what I meant at all." The Doctor replied, in an obvious bit of shock as he looked to Jack, wishing the man knew how to keep a lid on his ever flapping lips sometimes. Even so, he and the 'Captain' followed behind Erin, the Torch wood team staying behind since it wasn't their place to pry despite more than a few of them were wanting to see where things went. Even so, they trusted the man despite some hardships in the past they had had to overcome as they waited for their boss to return. On the outside of the restaurant though, the Doctor put a firm but gentle hand on Erin's shoulder, looking to Jack for a moment to silently say his little memory wipe joke wasn't funny in his opinion as he turned his gaze back to Erin, Jack THANKFULLY keeping silent for once. "Companions to me are people that travel with me wherever I happen to go, Erin. I have never done anything to any of my past Companions in that sense, nor have I let them come to harm if I could help it."" The problem with you Doctor, is that wherever you go, death tends to follow close behind. Still, you save far more people than anyone I've ever seen in any time period despite your tendency to blow up alien ships from time to time." The space station Satellite 5 was a good example even though it hadn't been HIM Perseid that had done the destroying, but rather Rose Tyler who had absorbed the time vortex into her body before unleashing its devastating effects on the Dale fleet that had circled the station and the planet below them, which happened to be Earth at its supposed height of the human empire that had been supposed to be filled with alien life as well as humans, but had only had humans living up there because of what the Satellite was used for thanks to the Dales. Still, that was a tale for another time. "Death might be a constant companion for him Erin, but he is on our side and being given a chance to travel with the man, I can honestly say there is no man better to have on your side than him. If he's offering what I think he is, you might be today's lucky winner to see time and space and all of its riches." Jack had put it quite well as the Doctor smiled broadly, glad he had met the man as he had all that time ago. "Jack's on the money as usual it seems. Funny how being able to live forever does that to a person. Still, I had planned to make it up to you Erin, and show you, so many wondrous things out there. There is a danger with traveling with me, I'll admit, but that's just part of the adventure. Will you accompany me to the furthest reaches of time and space, Erin?" He asked, holding his hand out to the girl, hoping she'd join him for the adventure of a lifetime. ((I never said more one than the other, did I? LOL))"If you could help it? How reassuring." She snorted sarcastically. It was a mutter so if they heard it, they didn't show it as Jack spoke next. Then the doctor spoke of living forever, and she gave Jack an appraising, suspicious all-over glance before turning back to the doctor. The suspicious look of appraisal never left her eyes. Finally, after several long moments, "After a walk." She led them back toward the TARDIS and past it through a parking gate. Then she strode leisurely along the pavement until she came to a large bridge. She pouted seeing the out of service sign on the elevator. She muttered, "It's a wonder why they ever put it in. Never works." She took a deep breath and started climbing stairs. Then she made a few steps out onto the bridge and stopped, leaning on the railing to look over the water, "Your life is an adventure and I welcome adventure. But before we go there, I want to relish in a moment of peace." The water shimmered as it reflected lights from Little Rock and North Little Rock on either side. She smiled watching it for a moment before looking up at the half moon, "I used to be happy with the thought that looking at the night sky was as close as I'd ever be to exploring space." ((My bad lol.)) The Doctor grimaced slightly at the remark he heard on Erin's lips, having come quite close to losing a few of his Companions in the past, but thankfully he had nine times out of ten gotten there in time to stop them from being permanently harmed in some form or another. It was everyone around them that tended to get hurt or killed beyond hope of returning. Walking past the TARDIS, Jack merely shook his head, amazed that he had yet to fix that Chameleon Circuit, making it easy to spy if you knew what to look for. Still, most of the city had no clue of what was happening as a cool night breeze wafted by, making Jack's black suit and coat and the Doctor's brown trench coat flutter about in the wind briefly before settling down again. Jack stopped at the elevator, letting the two of them have some privacy. Besides, he needed to get back to the bar before his team wondered if he disappeared on them again as he had once before when the Doctor came to call after destroying Abandon with his inability to die thanks to being taken out of time in a sense, or rather he was a fixed point IN time, to be more precise thanks to Rose and the time vortex. The Doctor meanwhile did a quick scan of the elevator and was able to fix most of what was wrong with it in a few minutes before riding it up to meet Erin on the top, just in time to hear her comment about his life being an adventure. Stepping up beside her, the Time Lord put his own arms on the railing and seemed to relax, glad for the reprieve as well. Her next comment had him smiling warmly at the human beside him. "Well, considering we shared our first alien abduction together already, I'd guess that you got a bit closer to the stars than you had ever dreamed you would. I won't lie to you Erin and say that I'm perfectly safe because that's far from the truth. Jack was right when he said that Death follows behind me always. No one is safe....with me around, not even my Companions. Even so, I do my best to make sure that never happens, and I haven't had a traveling companion die on me for a very long time, Erin." He replied, his exhaustion seeming to come back to the front as he remembered every single one of his old friends and those he had nearly gotten close to over the countless adventures he had had in his exceedingly long life. All of them had had some part to play in saving time and space-time and again, but a few had had their stories cut short in his service, something he regretted even to this day." If you still decide to come, I won't try to scare you off any more than what I have. It's just.... I can't travel alone. I have tried, and it didn't almost end well for me. All that I've done and with no one to talk to, the good and the bad times, weighs heavily on me, more than you could imagine most likely. Even so, I keep moving forward as best as I can, because to look back is not something I'm able to do." She turned to him, "You're lonely?" She turned back to the water. Furthermore, she knew the feeling, though she had a feeling not as well as him, "What about Jack. You two seem to get along... comically." She smirked as she turned her back to the railing a leaned on it that way. She looked at the man again and her heart stopped. He wasn't even human! Besides how many companions fell for him? Jack even seemed to have a thing for him if one were to consider the spark in his eyes to mean anything. The similar spark in her eyes she was sure. He was an ancient mystery and so full of life. He was full of contradictions yet seemed so consistent in his randomness. She smiled just thinking about him. "Speaking of Jack... Where'd he go?"((I was hoping Jack would come along. I LOVE doc and his interactions. LOL)) ((Ah, my bad, I thought it's better to give them a moment alone lol.)) The Doctor had to laugh since Jack and him did seem to get along quite well despite the fact he didn't swing both ways unlike the man that had apparently decided to give them a moment alone. He was probably still at hand as his smile returned, glad the tension had at least cleared a bit if not outright disappeared as he looked Erin over again, glad she was here with him despite his initial misgivings about asking her to come along. "I suspect he's still at hand. He probably thought it prudent to give us a moment alone, though what he is thinking I have no idea. We get along well enough but let's just say I'm not as flexible as he is when it comes to....dancing." He grinned, a previous incarnation of his having used a similar line to describe the fellow during the German Blitz and a Neogene outbreak that nearly overwritten every man, woman, and child on the planet into the same scared empty child until a mother's love for her son fixed the damage at the last minute. Always at the last minute. Still, not all of his adventures were so dangerous thankfully, something he had to keep in mind constantly. Jack decided then to come up the elevator, having watched the Doctor sonic screwdriver a few things in the old machine and to get it working again in no time flat where an entire crew of construction workers would have probably taken ages to do the same, if they got there at all of course. Grinning from ear to ear, Jack walked over to the couple, leaning against the railing a moment later as he folded his arms over his broad chest. "So, you two going to hit the road together or do I get to entertain the young lady a bit since she's now privy to alien life until it's time to send her home minus the last 24 hours?"" Will you stop making that joke? It wasn't funny the first time, and it's not funny now. And no, no one's getting their memory wiped so you can forget that idea. I almost preferred the peace and quiet." Jack only grinned wider, shaking his head in amusement as the Doctor looked to Erin, wondering what she would say to his offer. The suspense was almost giving him a heart attack, but thankfully he had two but even so, he would need someone to give restart it if he did. Hopefully that wouldn't come to pass."Aww, you no fun Doctor. Still, I won't erase her memory, but talking about anything you've heard tonight to anyone might warrant a visit from me and the rest of Torch wood since things are touchy enough as it were. Humanity isn't ready for what's out there Erin, and the less they know the better. That's a part of Torch wood's job anyway, keeping things as quiet as possible while investigating any alien sightings, legitimate alien sightings I should say. Long story short, Queen Victoria started our organization with the sole purpose of studying and eliminating all threats, the Doctor included despite the fact he saved her life from a werewolf attack." Jack replied, earning a menacing but playful glare from the man in question. "I changed it when I got command of it though shortly after the Cybermen and Dale invasion that followed, and changed it to take on only the truly evil threats from beyond our planet and to investigate others that simply need a hand in some form or another, a change you appreciate I'm sure." The Doctor grinned, nodded since it was indeed a welcome change, especially with Jack in charge of it all." History lesson aside Jack, if we're going to leave, I'd prefer to do it before someone notices my ship and starts nosing around. The last time I parked her on Earth, it wound up getting spray-painted on." He replied, looking to Erin, wondering what she thought of all she'd just been told. ((A moment alone is perfect, but hoping he joins us in the TARDIS eventually. Maybe we should discuss things in PM to clear up something like that before posting. It's a big post, so we can continue from here. ;)))She tilted her head, but then her mouth formed into an "oh" sound as she chuckled, "I should have known. Well, you still flirt back to him. You're like boys on a playground or a couple in a romantic comedy. Acting all like you think you're better than the other." She smiled, "You do care for him though. It's obvious." She stood up, seeing Jack. His implication left her blushing, nearly giggling actually as she looked him over. She wouldn't mind being entertained by him at all. "And sir, how would you entertain a southern girl like me?" She was obviously less offended by the memory-wiping joke, feeling the Doctor would protect her from such a fate. Erin narrowed her eyes to see if she could see the sidewalk where the TARDIS was. "People that roam that area are usually too drunk or too consumed with cell phone conversations to notice. However, a few homeless people might want to make use of it as a shelter." She looked at the men, "Well, I don't have a car to drive home, it's too far to walk, and I don't think I want to spend money on a cab." ((I'm on yahoo if you want to talk about stuff for this Data. And sure, I wouldn't be against having Jack come along for the ride lol.)) Jack was about to answer when the Doctor gave him a look that told him that he'd best be careful. There were ways to make immortality quite painful, but he wouldn't do that to Jack unless there was a very good reason to do so. Still, they both laughed at her teasing the both of them, but Jack had to ruin the moment. "Maybe I'll tell you later, but I'm getting paged by my colleagues, so I have better be heading off. Good luck to you Miss Erin, we'll be in touch. Doctor, take care of yourself out there."" I will, and hope everything at Torch wood settles down for you old friend. Now go on before they send out the search party." Earning a laugh as the man departed, Jack waved as he walked away, leaving Erin and himself alone yet again. Turning to her again, the Doctor was thankful for the reassurance she tried to give him, and smiled a bit wider as he led the way back to the TARDIS since he owed her a ride back home if nothing else. "I'd like to see someone pick this particular lock in this time period Erin, but even so, I get a little paranoid sometimes depending on the time period about where I leave my ship, as well as the location. Still, most times..." He stopped as he opened the door, holding it open for Erin to enter as he had before. "I'm on an alien planet that's more or less friendly to other aliens, and so I don't have to be so careful then. Still, I try not to announce what I am to everyone that asks. Call me weird. So, where do you want to go Erin? Home, or to the stars? Past, future? It's all open to you should you decide to come along." "Past or future?" She tilted her head at him in bewilderment. It was one thing to travel planet to planet, but... Time Lord. She blinked as she looked down. Everything he mentioned in blurry vagueness was coming together. She looked at him again, "Time is linear. It's solid. I never believed that one would go to another planet, and you aged faster than people on Earth just because it orbited the sun faster. That's just stupid. Going BACK in time is also stupid. Impossible." Then she looked around the ship again. Then at the man who was also impossible. "You're impossible. You shouldn't exist." In a beat, she added with a smile, "Not that I'm complaining." ((Sorry for the delay. Here goes nothing! Lol.)) The Doctor merely smiled as he waited for the girl to stop trying to say it was impossible, having a feeling she was only kidding, and he was right when she finished with her last words, making him laugh. Still, there were a few things she would need to learn about time travel. They'd cover that as they went along though. "The only thing that's limiting us is your imagination Erin. Time travel is possible and while we can't go back and change past events that have been established without some major repercussions in the future, time is not as linear as you might believe. It can and has been changed many times, and I've set it back almost as often. So, if you need me to prove it, let's go back in time and to another world altogether shall we?" He grinned, going to the TARDIS controls before setting them off to their destination. The engines roared to life as he flipped switches and entered commands into one of the computer screens attached to a nearby keyboard, becoming absorbed in his work as the ship rocked and teetered before settling down a few minutes later. "Now, let's see what's outside shall we?" The computer screen in front of him showed an image of a green field and mountains behind two gigantic alien ships that made the Drachma warship seem small in comparison. However, the shape and materials used from what he could see told the good Doctor all he needed despite the plants that had already started to cover the hulls from the bottom up. "We're unable to stay away from Drachma today it seems. Don't worry though Erin, we're a thousand years in the past, and they are still a very strong and active presence in the galactic community. I wanted you to see them for what they were before they were nearly destroyed." He slowly approached the door, a bit uncomfortable himself with what he was about to get her into probably because of what had almost happened, but he felt safe enough in showing her the sights. "These guys seem to be salvaging what they can of their own ships. If I had to guess those two Dreadnought class ships have been here a while, and they are only now able to do what they can with them. They recycle as much of their old ships as they can, no matter the state they find them in." He explained, opening the door to let the nearby star that served as a sun beat down on them, finding the alien world quite comfortable as far as the temperature went. "We're currently on the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, and see those buildings in the distance, right by the second ship there?" He asked, pointing in the general direction of where they were going. "That's most likely their base out here. So, what do you say we take a look? If you want to know anything on the way, just ask." He offered, eager to get going since the Drachma truly were a good race, and he wanted her to see that for herself before they moved on to other things, hoping to get her more open to the ideas and experiences she wouldn't have imagined by setting a high note for the true start of their time together.(She frowned at the idea of seeing the Drachma again. Though he was repentant in the end, he was still planning to do things to her that she didn't dare imagine. She gripped the Doctor's arms. "If you say it's safe, I'll trust that you believe that. I just don't trust that you're right." She walked with him and looked around in awe. ((Um....a bit short don't you think?)) The Doctor could hear the reluctance in her voice but she at least still followed closely all the same, which was a step in the right direction in his opinion so he let it slide. It wasn't long before a passing ship noticed them and landed before the two, a small fighter sized craft if the Time Lord wasn't mistaken, definitely a Drachma vessel from the distinctive markings and materials it was made out of. The pilot was a surprise however since he'd honestly been expecting a male version of the species, but he was pleasantly surprised as the woman dressed in typical pilot gear despite the rather odd appearance to Erin she probably presented to the human hopped out of her craft and landed easily on her feet without breaking stride. "I thought I had picked up another alien ship on my radar while passing by this valley, but to see two human people was not what I had imagined. Who are you two?" She seemed to be speaking perfect English, but the Doctor had forgotten to mention that the TARDIS translated nearly everything through a telepathic link through those that traveled with him, so long as he was in one piece of course and not regenerating or dead. The woman Drachma cut quite the beautiful figure despite her alien appearance. The typical blue skin, uniform colored eyes, this one's a deep blue much like the ocean itself, and the human equivalent of a female's figure, but she had four breasts rather than two, telling the Doctor she had bored at least eight children in her time. They were able to adapt themselves to fill the needs with their brood to a certain extent, something he would explain later to Erin." Right, sorry, I'm the Doctor, and this is my companion, Erin. We come in peace to your home here on this world. Our ship's a bit....beat up, nav computer's been on the fritz, but nothing I can't fix up, so forgive me if I seem a bit ignorant but where exactly are we?" He honestly didn't know but not because his computer was malfunctioning or anything, he just liked surprises. He knew every name of every star and planet in existence, but he sometimes needed a little help in putting names to places. This was no different as the woman stopped before the two and extended her hand to the Doctor who shook it firmly, getting a raised eyebrow at the strength he gave off through such a simple gesture. "We had a bit of trouble earlier today with a rogue member of your kind, so you'll have to forgive my friend here if she acts a bit finicky around you. She's never seen any other beside you and the other." The woman nodded, and held out her hand to Erin anyway, hoping to get things off on the right foot." I understand since even now in the height of our power, Doctor, there are rogue elements out in the stars yet. I must ask your forgiveness for whatever ill you suffered at the hands of one of our own, Miss Erin. It is not our way to take by force, but with any civilization there is crime and those that wield it to get what they want. In all this excitement I forgot to introduce myself, forgive such rudeness on my part. My name is Alissa Mansion, but please, just call me Alissa, and this is Version, where we are working to salvage as much as we can from our two Dreadnought warships you see behind me." The Drachma replied, offering a warm smile as she and the Doctor heard a ruckus behind them in the fighter ship, the Doctor only now seeing there was a second Drachma in the ship, with room to spare for two more people if his eyes didn't deceive him. What did surprise him was that the other looked just like the one on the warship? It couldn't be.... It was however as the second Drachma hopped out as easily as the first had, and the Doctor was shocked to find that the same alien they had left to die was now very much alive in this time, a lot younger perhaps, but it was still the same one. "Ah, let me introduce my husband, Randall Mansion. He's been in my life for the better part of a century and a half." Randall looked between the two and didn't seem to recognize either of them, which was the truth since this was a thousand years in the past, and the destruction of Arachnids 8 had yet to occur. The male Drachma looked between them and they both could see the shock etched on at least the Doctor's face. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Doctor, was it? Sharp hearing, can miss little despite that damn ship trying to blow up in my face. Didn't I tell you to get those forward stabilizers welded down and fixed Hun?" They bickered for a few minutes among themselves, but it was clear that they loved each other quite dearly as the Doctor lost the shocked look on his face, now more than ever glad he had chosen to come here as he had." If you didn't believe in time travel before Erin, you might want to reconsider your opinion on the matter now, huh?" He teased, but hoped this wasn't too much of a shock for the poor girl considering what Randall had almost done to her a thousand years from now. "Just try to avoid talking about future events is all I ask since they're liable to think you're nuts. Their greatest enemy hasn't made an appearance yet, and won't for five hundred years yet." Erin blinked and stared at the woman, her brow furrowing seeing FOUR breasts. What the? She looked away, feeling rather rude, and blushing in shame. She had to realize aliens weren't going to look like her. Furthermore, she had to get used to that. Still, she smirked in amusement as she saw the appreciation in the Doctor's eyes. The pervert. She shook her head. She then gave his arm and gentle slap and a disapproving look at his apologizing for her. Turning to the woman, looking into her eyes, smiling, "Forgive HIM for not thinking I can tell the difference between someone intending to impregnate me against my will and someone just making sure we're not up to doing something bad." She nodded in understanding, "He showed remorse, and he's been forgiven." Erin wondered if they held such things in concern. Of course, as she spoke, another emerged. It wasn't that he looked like the one that grabbed her. All she saw was he looked LIKE one of them. The female looked different enough. This was another man. Suddenly, that protruding, frightening length was in front of her eyes and her mind heard at the thought of it even fitting, let alone being forced into her. She shifted behind the Doctor, "Doc, please. Don't let him take me." As they bickered, she tugged on his jacket, "Doctor..." But he seemed to be lost in his observation of them. She furrowed her brow in disbelief as he rambled about time travel and not saying anything, "DOCTOR!" She looked him square in the eye, "Get me OUT of here!"((Convince her it's ok. LOL Would be interesting to sit and have tea with her would-be almost rapist... wow... LOL))

Doctor Who Comes to America (dakabn & Vergil1989)|rating:4.0

Princess of Battle (NotoriusBen & Axenia)

The City State of Agatha was beautiful. Trees full of olives and figs on hillsides that gave way to fields of amber grain. The city walls and aqueducts gleamed white against the sun and blue skies. While it had disagreements with its fellow cities at times, Agatha were usually held in high regard. During cooler relations, the standing army drew upon citizens and farmers to create its armies, it honed them to perfection as a cohesive fighting force to enforce Agatha territories, politics and to rid the land of horrendous creatures that came from caves and places where men didn't tread. Truly, it was the Gem of the West. Until the Hegemony arrived from the East. At first came the diplomats and heralds. Saying that Agatha was free to be as it was if only it swore fealty to the Hegemony and sent a tithe of grain yearly. They were turned away. Second came the Army of the Hegemony. After months of fighting, Agatha and the other cities were able to drive them off. It was a joyous winter harvest to prove victorious over such a foe, but by Spring it was known to just be a respite. The 'rebellious' city states had drawn the ire of the Empire himself, and so he sent The Armies to deal with them. They were too numerous and attacked everywhere at once. Instead of pulling together like before, the cities dealt with their own affairs. It was hard to help a neighbor when your own house was being attacked. One by one, the cities were gobbled up by the Hegemony and only Agatha remained. Even then, Agatha fell quickly to the shear weight and industry of Hegemonic forces. And so began the Integration of Agatha. The leaders and generals were publicly killed. Their manner of execution determined by their profession. Warriors by blade, politicians by stone. The remainder of the Agatha army was broken up and interspersed among the Hegemonic forces. Teachers, scholars and artisans were educated in the Cult of the Emperor, refusal met with death. For the most part, the average citizen was left to their own devices, save learning the laws and lore of the Emperor and the Hegemony. Agatha statues and iconography were replaced with Hegemonic counterparts. Hegemonic buildings were erected in record time as well. Hospitals, commons, public buildings, and the centerpiece, the Arena. Every Hegemonic settlement had an Arena, the largest and greatest in the capital city. Hegemonic law was quick and brutal at times. It allowed grievances to be settled by Trials of Might. Justice for serious civil offenses were meted out, to show everyone that Justice was done. When the courts were not in session, the Arena held spectacles that no Agatha before would have believed. Slaves would be pitted against each other for prize, profit, and prestige. The best of them, able to buy their freedom and live in luxury. Even free peoples could submit themselves to the Arena to erase shame or debt. Underneath the arena floor, were the holding cells. The din of the crowd and the fighting was unceasing in the torch lit areas. The smell of trepidation and fear mixed with the sourness of sweat and the metallic twinge of blood. For the most part, it was clean save for a few dirty hay piles over the course of a day. Months and years of use left the smells a permanent part of this place. A special match was about to take place, however, and the atmosphere was electric. A group of five warrior women would fight against five beast men. It was a new trend from the Capitol, and it seemed to be taking the lands by storm. The women maybe had a full suit of armor among them. One had a helmet, another with a left grave and right Cetus, the third had the other grave and Cetus, the fourth had the cape and shield, the fifth the breastplate. The rest of their clothing was tape around their breasts for support, the same as their forearms and legs, a pair of leather sandals, and a loincloth that left little to the imagination. Their weapons varied, dual knives, an axe, a spear, a short sword, and a club. Soon the gate would open, and they would walk into the blinding light of the arena to thunderous applause. Their weapons were pitiful to fight beast men with, but that was their lot, and they were to perform come what may. Princess Aurelia had wanted to fight, to help defend what would some day be rightfully hers. But she was not allowed to. King Claudius had ordered that she were to remain inside, to stay hidden and out of harms way. Like the devoted daughter she was she gave him her word, and the word of a Princess could not be broken. Their army was strong, this was not the first time they had been attacked either. They would fend of this attack, and the next. They would not fall, King Claudius would not allow it. But not even a King can demand a city to resist forever. For weeks, they fought, from sunrise to sundown, resting only when they could no longer tell friend from foe. But one afternoon the gates to the city were breached. Warriors fought to keep the enemy at bay but there numbers were too strong. All fought bravely, all but the Princess who remained true to her promise. From her room she could see the smoke from the cities to the east, they too had fallen to this mighty enemy. All that now remained of the great union was the city of Agatha, with a tear running down her cheek she watched her beloved Parthia fall. The Hegemony had won. She would have to run, if they caught her she would be killed, or worse. Her father had already been taken captive, his crown taken away from him. Grabbing her sword she ran down the stairs, trying to make her way to the dungeons where there was a hidden door that would leave her to safety. She had made it halfway there when she remembered her little brother. She could not leave him, he was only 7 years of age. So she started making her way back only to be surprised by the invading army. They had taken the castle, Aurelia fought them bravely as she made her way to her baby brother. Now had she not come back for him her fate may have been different, she could have escaped them. But as she reached her brothers chambers she saw enemy forces grab him. Raising her sword she tried fighting them until she saw her brother on his knees, a sword at his neck. The princess did the only thing a warrior should never do, she knelt and laid her weapon on the ground in defeat. Immediately she was taken, her hands bound on her back. As she was dragged out of the room she saw them killing her brother. Next she were forced to witness the execution of her mother and father as well. They were not executed because they had fought the Hegemony, but because it was too dangerous to leave any of the royal family alive, at least anyone who could claim the throne. That was why the Princess were allowed to live, she posed no real threat. Her brother were the rightful hair to the throne, whereas Aurelia could hope to make a marriage that would help her city and kingdom. But as a woman she could never rule. She was lead to Agatha, for days they walked, resting only for a few hours. When they reached the capital it to had fallen to the mighty enemy. Princess Aurelia was placed into a cage with four other women who had been captured and brought there, none of them knowing what were to happen to them. While the arena was being build they remained in the cages. Once it was done however they were brought down into the holding cells. Nothing happened for the first couple of days, or was it weeks? It was so hard to keep track of time when all you had was scarce daylight once in a while. One day however the five women was taken to a cell they had not seen before. Their hands were tied to chains in the ceiling as their clothes were cut from their bodies. Two of the women cried, begging for the men down there not to hurt them. None of the pleas however was answered, it seemed like they did not hear them. But the women were not molested, they were simply dressed in what were considered clothing and then handed some armor and weapons. The Princess were handed a left Cetus and a right grave to use for protection, and a short sword as a weapon. As the gate opened Aurelia had to raise her left arm to protect her eyes from the sunlight, so long the light had been denied for her to see it would take some time for her eyes to get used to it. One thing however did separate the Princess from the other women there, she was still wearing the silver circlet marking her as royal. As she moved further into the arena she spun around. So many people had gathered there to see them fight. It was amazing how people could find joy in seeing others misery, how they could sit there and hope for the death of the unfortunate souls in the arena. The woman next to her bent over and threw up. The air felt so eerie, like something bad was about to happen. And it was. As the gate in the other end of the arena opened Aurelia felt her heart drop. They were not women, or men. They were something else. She recognized the beasts as Minotaur, half man half bull." Stay together, if we keep our backs against one another they will not be able to attack from behind." The Princess was born to lead, and though she had never fought creatures like this before she shouted out her orders with the confidence of seasoned warrior. First rule of battle, stay calm and believe in yourself. The women did what she told them to, with their weapons ready they awaited the attack of these monsters. Aurelia knew not all of them would survive, at least two of the women here would panic, just like they had while being undressed. Her only hope was that they would keep it together long enough for her to find the creatures' weakness. The arena floor was covered in a gritty sand, but it wasn't so deep it hampered movement. A couple scuffs would reveal the hard clay beneath, or the timber of a trap door. A quick look around would show the walls were tall and well-built. The stands were built of timber to see into the arena, but looking at the northern section, there was still scaffolding and workers to show that the timber seats were temporary at best. Back to the floor, terrain pieces had been set around. Trees and columns and stacks of stone to look like ruins. The other women did as Aurelia asked of them, though they huddled nearer to Aurelia more than formed ranks. The girl that had spilled her previous meal on the ground muttered that she was sorry and gripped her club that much harder, but she was weaker because of it. The other two looked stable enough, griping the axe and knives, but the one with the shield and spear, the best combination of gear among them, trembled and looked about to bolt in fear. They were drowning, and Aurelia was their rock in the middle of the stormy sea. The crowd was immense, several thousand people from all walks of life, Agatha and Hegemonic, cheering and jeering and having a grand time. The Master of Ceremonies, called for quiet as he laid out the spectacle before them. "We gather now for a battle from antiquity! Before you all today, the beast men from the northern mountains! Half man! Half bull! As the civilized men of our fair cities strode out to disperse their nests, the wretched fiends set out to plunder! Our story is set! Will the dreaded Minotaur take what they want? Or will our intrepid soldiers be victorious once more!?" The crowd erupted in a fervor as the Minotaur strode forward from their cages. Their bestial features were unreadable whether they cared or not, it was simply a matter of course for them. Bull head with massive horns gave way to humanoid chest and then twisted back to mammoth sized haunches, all were shaggy like yaks from the far north, and their skin looked weathered like cow hide. They to were minimally armored the same as the women, only a couple had clubs, still a couple more were in the buff. Still the group of them were several hundred pounds heavier than the girls and at least head shoulders and chest taller. They began striding toward the women, baying at easy meat before them. A glance between their legs said that more than one seemed to have something other than blood on their mind as well. Soon they would be upon the girls. "Our best chance is to stay together, select one to fight and stay with him. Keep your eyes on their weapons and whatever you do, do never turn your back on them. Let them attack, stay calm and do not make a move before I tell you to." The Princess took a deep breath and watched the movements of the creatures, trying to figure out how they would attack. She remained calm, not moving a muscle as the beasts approached. As the beasts broke in to a run Aurelia crouched slightly, still waiting, telling the others that they were not to move, not yet. Then just before the beasts would crash into them, she shouted for them to attack. Aurelia shot forwards, using her shoulder to crash into one of the beasts. It was taken by surprise, and she managed to dig her sword into the chest of the beast. It stumbled backwards, and she attacked again, feeling the warm blood of the creature stain her face. As it fell to the ground never to rise again she spun around to help the woman that had been sick. Breaking into a run she jumped up and hit the beast straight in the face, the Cetus protecting her left hand. It roared and turned towards her, even though its eyes were empty she swore that she could detect a rage in them. Aurelia was about to attack it when a scream from one of the women caught her attention. The woman with the shield and spear that had been about to bolt had been speared by one of the beasts and had fallen to the ground dead. It awoke a rage inside the Princess and she attacked the beast. The battle continued for nearly half an hour, by the time it was over three of the women were still standing, Aurelia being one of them. One woman was badly hurt and was probably not going to make it while another laid dead in the sand. Slowly Aurelia straightened up as the last of the beasts fell. She had a cut on her arm, but that was all, other than that she was just covered in blood and dirt. The crowd exploded in cheer at Aurelia's initial kill, and gasp when the spear woman was impaled. Along those thirty minutes was a wavering din from the crowd, they expected daring and drama! What may have been a desperate defense to Aurelia was boring after the first ten minutes. The cheers that came after when a combatant had fallen were only for the fact the fight was that much closer to ending. When it all did, the spectators were lukewarm at best. "A masterful defense by the civilized Army, Ladies and Gents!" The master of ceremonies exclaimed, "The Eastman horde has been annihilated! Give the crew a few minutes and the next spectacle for your pleasure will be set!" The arena guards and crew came out to the floor, for those standing, they were ordered to lay down their weapons and go back to the holding area they came from. For those on the ground a quick medical check and the dead were hauled off, the wounded were triaged and then taken elsewhere. While dying was a daily occurrence, it needn't happen if it could be avoided. Back underground, the other gladiators gave heartfelt cheers that most came back alive, but most had to tend to themselves, getting ready for their fight later that day. For Aurelia, she was checked over by a pother and her wounds were cleaned, sapped, and bandaged. Her armor was taken from her, but she was given a loose half shirt that barely covered her navel so that she may take off the supporting strips if she chose. She was separated from her comrades and given her own cell. The floor was covered in dirt, like the arena above, but she had a cot that creaked and sagged when she sat upon it. Minutes later she was given a bucket containing a cooked chicken, bread, and lentils and a pint of beer. Be what may in the arena to survive another day, the slaves were fed well so that they would perform well. Her foreseeable future being treated relatively well for the possibility of an early death." Look alive, meat, visitor."" Hm, hm, hm... a diamond in the rough, or a diamond simply covered in dirt? Don't worry, guard, I'll be fine. I've handled more than my share of fighters." Into Aurelia's cell strode a large man, his features were squarish as most true Hegemonic, but his body was thick like northerners, which belied the muscle underneath. His movements spoke of a soldier in his past, only less rigid since he didn't have to perform a daily regimen. "That was rather impressive for a woman. Normally that kind of match ends with the Minotaur taking the women back to their pens, but you... you managed to garner loyalty in completely green recruits. The problem is, that you don't play to the crowd. You took too long and they grew bored. Sure it gets you the win, but too many more of those, and you are going to be chummed with the next horror from the deep." His grin and demeanor were devious and mercurial. He critiqued her performance, but it seemed he definitely wanted more of something from her. When asked, "I am Gnash and with a little training and return on investment, you might be able to make it out of here. Oh, don't look so skeptical, girly. Of course this is a two-way street. You get a patron, and the resources and experience to fight in the arenas, and I get a ton of money from your wins and some action on the side. Call it the hobby of an old man, if you want, but there are not many opportunities like this, I can assure you." Aurelia had begun to eat when she was told that she had a visitor. Putting down her food she got up to look at the man that had decided to pay her a visit. She had but the half shirt on top of the strips, just to cover up a bit more. The outfit she was wearing made her feel exposed, never in her life had she worn as little as she did now. All her life she had been taught to dress properly, to not show to mush skin. She was royal, a princess. And princesses did not dress as whores. At least until now. The man was clearly Hegemonic, handsome for his age. Not that Aurelia cared for things like that, her only concern at the time was to survive for as long as she could. Her eyes narrowed as he spoke of her being dirty, what had he expected she had been denied a bath since she was taken from her home. She did not take her eyes off him, and she did not look down. They had made her a slave but no matter what she had her pride. Because of her two women had escaped the arena unharmed, that was something to be proud of." I only showed them some confidence. And as for the fight I did what I had to do. I take no pleasure in killing, not even the beasts. Who are you anyway, have you come here only to criticize me?" Gnash made her an offer that was hard to refuse. When he told her that she might be able to make it out of there she hardly could believe him. She would need the training, but she was not dumb, he would want something in return. He had to be able to tell what she was thinking because not long after he mentioned his prize. The money she could agree to, but the action on the side? Hopefully it did not mean what she thought it meant. But still, even if it did, it was a low prize to pay for keeping one's life." So what I hear you say is that you will train me, teach me how to make my performance more entertaining. And in return you make money on my fights and I have to sleep with you? That is what you meant, isn't it?" Aurelia did not like the deal. She was still untouched and the thought of this man doing to her what he wanted to be made her shiver. But if that was his prize then she would accept, after all her life was more important to her than her virginity. "Very astute of you, girlie. I'd say from that little trinket on your pretty head, you were at least a noble of some sort. You understand this game of give and take." Gnash grinned, moving close to Aurelia, invading her space, forcing her back and pinning her between him and the wall. A well-placed thigh from him split her legs apart pushed against her apex. Her chest was crushed against his, and a hand clasped her throat, so easy would it be to snuff the life from her like squeezing an orange. His other hand to her free wrist, and she would have to crane her head up to look into those granite eyes of his, any trickery from her immediately dealt with. Their lips were close, as he spoke once more to the Agatha princess. His breath had the accents from strong spirits and tab ac, "But not many know the prices involved with it. Know that everything I force on you is of purpose. If I say jump, you jump until eternity. If I say run, you keep running until your knees are bloody stumps. If I say strip, you take everything off. If I say for you to give me head, you happily oblige and do your best to get my rocks off. Don't look at me like I'm some lecher, girl. You think anyone would have saved you from the Minotaur. You'd be in that cage until you were looser than a street whore, and probably helped a few times to boot. What ever you endure is training, and what I get are perks for the job." He let it all sink in before releasing Aurelia. What he said only scratched the surface of their arrangements, but they were true. He held out a folded piece of paper with a wax seal on it. "This is the contract between you and me. There is no half passing this. I'm putting a lot of gold and time into this little project and I intend to collect every bit from it. You refuse, and you can press your luck here and hope someone else comes along. You agree, and we get started, and you get a slim chance for freedom." Aurelia had no time to answer him before she was pinned against her wall, feeling his leg between her own, his breath on her face and the hand around her neck. Slowly she lifted her head so she could look at him as he spoke to her, never taking her eyes of his. When he finally let go of her she moved her hand to her neck for a moment, straighten her back. It didn't sound like she would be getting the best part of the deal, but a slim chance for freedom was way better than a certain death in the arena." You are right about me being of noble birth. I am princess Aurelia, daughter of King Claudius, the former ruler of Parthia. If you had made me this proposition only three months ago I would have had you thrown in the dungeon. But times have changed, and I am no longer in a position of power, quite the opposite in fact, and therefore I do not have the luxury of my pride or my virtue. So as much as it pains me to say this Master Gnash I accept your offer." The princess signed the contract after reading it through, feeling like she really had no other option. The moment it was signed she had sold her soul to the devil, there was no doubt in her mind that this man was going to make her life a living hell. But it would be her life and one day she might be free once more. It was hard to imagine that she would one day walk the streets of the town that had once been under her family's rule. To see it changed. But if she did what this man told her to then maybe someday this little dream of hers would come true. The question now was just if she would be the same person if that day ever arrived. "Good to know you are pragmatic, girlie. We'll get those haughty behaviors trained out you soon, don't worry your pretty little head over it. But I suggest you keep your title and lineage in the past where it belongs. You should thank the Emperor that who ever rounded you up thought you were something other than royalty to send you here. All leaders are dealt with, the pretty ones don't get spared either." With their contract signed, Gnash put it in his vest pocket and paced back and forth eyeing Aurelia up and down. "Even with your little exploit in the match, you've had some conditioning before that haven't you... take off your clothes." Gnash had her go through the paces. If she took too long, he was quick to smack her across either her ass or cheek, reminding her of the obedience she agreed to. Twirl around, reach as high as she could on her tip toes, bend over and touch her toes, do the splits. Each time she did the pose, Gnash would put his calloused hands on her, sometimes it felt as if he were appraising her physique, other times, he was enjoying a handful of her ample breasts, her taut stomach, or her firm ass. "You've at least been able to stay in shape, but for combat you need to be at your peak. You will never be as strong as a man, but you can at least narrow the difference as much as you can." Gnash's tone brightened somewhat as Aurelia reached for her ankles, his hand cupped her apple bottom, running up and down her inner thigh before sliding his fingers between her exposed crack and along her dewy muff. "A little coltish, but you'll be accustomed to no time. We'll make you flexible and lithe, able to dodge a blade within a hair's breadth, then strike the killing blow. Yes, I think I have just the regimen in mind." Gnash took what clothes she had and tossed them into the neighboring cell. What he gave her was a thick leather collar and leash with a metal tag that had Gnash's crest on it. She was his now, and that collar signified his ownership of her. The other article was a pair of wooden cuffs to lock her wrists just under her chest. "We are going to my farm. I have the training tools and space we need and there is little distraction compared to the bustle of these holding cells or the city." It was clear that he gave no regard to her state of undress. Aurelia's training had begun the moment she signed herself over to him and there would be no respite. He held her leash in an iron grip as they walked the long corridor of the holding pens. Many eyes gazed upon her undressed form, though Agatha eyes lingered longer, still not as used to slavery as those from the Hegemony. They walked out into the crowded streets that seemed to pay them no mind, others were in slim to negligible clothing as well, though it seemed that Aurelia was the only one truly without any. At the stables, Gnash got his horse and was up in quick succession, Aurelia was to walk alongside, "Better to start sooner than later," was Gnash's reason. When he kicked the horse to a trot, the naked girl would have to keep up or be dragged along the dirt path, "Don't worry, it's only about a mile to the farm..." Aurelia hesitated when told to undress, which caused her to receive a slap across the face. Her first instinct was to strike him back, never in her life had anyone hit her, not even her father when she misbehaved. The slap made her so shocked that she received another slap, this time on her ass. She moved and took off the rest of her clothes, her eyes lowering in shame as she did so. No one had ever seen her naked, it was humiliating being exposed to Gnash like that. Worse was it then he would feel her body or just plain fondle her, no one of her birth should undergo a thing like this, but she had no choice, it was either this or being an easy pray in the arena. He had told her to forget about her past, but how could she? She was a princess, not some animal as he seemed to think she were. He treated her like one. Her eyes narrowed a bit as he chained her up and brought her outside, making her follow the horse. Aurelia could feel how people looked at her, slaves and free men alike. Why would he strip her of all clothing, she would never treat a fellow human being like that. Perhaps it was just him making a statement, telling her that she was worth just as much as the animal under him. Well she would show him that she was worth much more, she would one day win her freedom. And when she did, she would hopefully also meet a man she could settle down with. Aurelia did not delude herself into believing she would ever become a princess again, those days were over and there was no way she could stand a chance against the Hegemonic army. But if she could find a man that loved her, maybe even have a few kids, then she would be able to die as a happy woman. As the horse came to a halt she nearly stumbled. Aurelia had been lost in her own thoughts and had not even noticed that they had arrived at the farm. Luckily she had not fallen on their way to the farm. Her breathing was fast, but clearly the princess would be able to run much longer distances. She had always worked out, making sure to stay in good shape. Now it seemed like it had paid off. She looked at Gnash as he dismounted his horse, shaking her head she removed some of the hair from her face." So what do you want me to call you, Gnash or Master? Also, I was hoping that I would be allowed to wash and groom myself, I am not used to go this long without a bath. I am sure I would be able to learn much better if I was clean and wore clothes that would cover me up, even just a tiny bit." Aurelia tried to hold on to her pride, but it was hard to do when she could not cover up her body. So though her eyes had been on him at the beginning, by the time she finished speaking her eyes were on her feet. "Master will suffice. Since you were able to make it here without collapsing I suppose a bath would be in order. For an initial impression, you have done well, and if I want to see where your limits are I guess you will need a good night's sleep. First you will stable the horse. Brush it and give it a feed bag before you come to the house." He stood a distance behind her admiring her hips sway as she took the horse across the yard. The villa was decent sized, about an acre of land atop a small inclined hill that seemed to have been cut flat at the top. The house was on one corner with a fence that encircled the hilltop and the stables on the other side. The hill was covered in a few rows of olive trees native to the area, low maintenance, but with hired workers would be picked and sold to the city for a handsome profit. "Be good with the horse, He's been with me since my retirement." When the horse was happy and eating his oats, they went to the house. The bottom floor was open with a couple columns for support, a kitchen and hearth to the side with a larder door beside that. A few chairs were arranged so that occupants could talk to one another, and a veritable library of books spanned the remaining wall. Gnash grabbed a bucket from the kitchen and filled it from the cistern, giving it to her and leading her to the patio out back. He gave her a brush and a cake of soap to start with, and a few moments to herself to wet her hair. All too soon, though, Gnash was behind her. Soapy hands clasped her hips and rubbed up and down her sides. When she struggled to shoo him away, he wrapped her in his large arms, one just under her chest, the other around her neck. He would do as he pleased and that was the end of it. Starting at her shoulders he rubbed back and forth, every time he moved down, Gnash inched down her arms and back up under her armpits. The only way to speed him along would be to soap herself up along with him. His hands left none of Aurelia untouched, she had a thick lather from the top of her head to her feet, no mound or crevice escaped his touch leaving a foamy sheen from the tips of her tits to the crevice of her ass. Finally rinsed off, and feeling fresh, Gnash told her to stand still. He rubbed oil into his hands and began rubbing Aurelia down again. "You have to take every precaution, Aurelia. Besides, for the main fights you will be in, you need to become accustomed to oiling up. Think of it as putting makeup on, but instead curtsying you are trading sword blows." Again she had to endure his hands upon her body. Again he paid way more attention to her breasts and ass than he should have. His fingers rummaged over her trimmed bush and dipped into her untouched slip. When all was said and done, Aurelia's hair billowed in the breeze and her skin glistened in the growing moon light." Come upstairs, Aurelia. We've got a big day tomorrow, and we need to get some sleep." Aurelia had always been good with horses, around them, she was very gentle. She took good care at brushing it down properly, cleaning its hooves and making sure it had food and water. The farm seemed to be a very quiet place and in its own rustic way it was very beautiful, nothing compared to the home she was brought up in however. Inside it was small but cozy, she could see why he liked it. However, Aurélie would never like it here for one simple fact, he was there, and she had seen the way he looked at her, and felt his hands upon her. The last thing she would again way before she wanted to. As he leads her outside and began soaping her up she tried hard at pushing him away from her, he however would not leave her alone. She hated how he touched her, how he seemed to grope her any chance he got. Gnash, though being older than she were, was also much stronger than her. As he held her there was no chance of her getting away from him. Sighing Aurelia had to accept it and started helping to soap up her body, her own hands brushing over his once in a while. All the while she was bathing her cheeks burned red of embarrassment. Had she known her life would be like this she would have joined the rest of her family and been executed? In some ways that would have been better than to stand here and accept this man feeling her up whenever he felt like it. And there was nothing she could do to stop him. As a princess she knew the rules of slavery, once you had a Master you had to do anything your Master told you to. When the humiliation was over it only got worse, biting down on her lower lips she followed him upstairs. She hoped to get her own room, but she feared it was not what he had in mind. Her skin felt so smooth after the treatment she had received, for so long she had been covered in mud and dirt. Not it was almost like she had an inner glow, her dark long hair blowing gently in the subtle breeze. Aurelia was still naked as she climbed the stairs, by now however she did nothing to cover up her body, Gnash had seen all of her anyway. Stopping on the first floor she looked at him, hoping and praying that he would not claim her innocence tonight." Where do you want me to sleep Master? Will I be getting a room of my own?" Her eyes were pleading as she looked at him. "Nope, only bed in the house is mine. What? Did you think I wouldn't keep an eye on you always?" The upstairs was small and lofty, the only two rooms being the bedroom and the other a store room she wasn't allowed in. The bed took up most of the room, but there was still enough space to easily walk around. The windows were shuttered closed to keep out the wind and rising sun, and a small closet with Gnash's clothes in it on the other wall. Despite Aurelia's trepidation, the room was at least kept up, no clothes or weird objects lying around the room. The bed had four sturdy legs and a down stuffed mattress with strewn sheets and hides all over for a cover. With a quick clip and cinch, her collar was removed and placed on the door handle, his poking and prodding corralled her to get into bed. With unwanted motion, Gnash undressed himself, revealing a thick well muscled body. The scars and gashes of the life of a soldier were evident upon him, reminding her of the real possibility of the dangers of her life now. He joined her in the bed, wrestling her down and positioning himself on top of her. No matter how she struggled there was no way to dislodge him. For long moments he hovered over her thrashing form before laying on top of her. His thick member pulsed along her abdomen, just below her navel, between them. His legs spread hers keeping her from gaining proper leverage to toss him, his chest squashing hers and his hands holding her wrists up near her shoulders. For several tense moments he was toying with her, chuckling at her pleas for mercy until he managed to steal a kiss from her, a momentary lip lock that left a taste of brandy upon her senses. Instead of having his way with Aurelia however, Gnash rolled over to the side and pulled her close, spooning her from behind. His large member nestled between her apple bottom. "Don't worry, Aurelia. I won't have you tonight. I want to make sure you are in top form for tomorrow. We start training in Ernest." The bedroom wasn't that bad, only problem was that she had to share a bed with him. She tried to see if she just couldn't sleep on the floor or something, but if she tried to avoid him he would just nudge her in the right direction, eventually making her stumble onto the bed. As he undressed she pulled away from him, fearing what he would do to her. She could tell by the scars on his body that he was a man that knew how to survive, why he had chosen to teach her that she didn't know, but in some ways she were grateful. Though his teaching came with a price, one she had agreed to pay. As he held her down she struggled against him, begging him to let her go. She had thought she were willing to pay the price, but she was not ready for him, not yet. Aurelia had never been with a man before and now this brute was going to have his way with her? How could she let such a thing happen to her, she did not want it to happen. But no matter how much she struggled he did not move away from her. It wasn't until she calmed down that he rolled off her and pulled her into his arms."Thank you, Master, for not taking me. I'm... I'm just not ready for a thing like that to happen just yet." It would make no damn difference if she were ready or not, if he wanted her he would take her. A tear ran down her cheek as she closed her eyes to get some sleep. But sleep would not come to her, she kept seeing her family getting executed. Like every night she woke up with a scream, crying. She had sat up in bed and pulled her knees-up under her chin, hiding her face as her shoulders shook from her crying. Aurelia was smacked down by an errant pillow, "Go t'sleep..." was murmured loudly, followed by a sharp snore from Gnash. Apparently he was sawing a hard knot. Maybe Gnash was an uncaring brute of a man, with no empathy to Aurelia's plight. Then again, he may just be a bachelor and an old soldier just on the other side of his prime and simply tired. Morning would come soon enough and Aurelia would need all her strength and grit to make it through the day. And so it was. Gnash was up before dawn and sat at the side of the bed. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and put on a leather kilt he had on the day prior and stretched out his sleepy muscles. Looking over at Aurelia's sleeping body put a slight grimace on his face. She should have been up the moment he was. "Time to be up, Aurelia." He grabbed a couple handfuls of sheets and unceremoniously tumbled her out of them, then a hard smack on her butt cheek to bring her to the present. "Get up! I didn't buy you so you could sleep around the house." When she did, Gnash had the leather collar ready to slip around her neck with a quick clip of the metal pieces. They went downstairs, and he made breakfast, a simple meal of oatmeal and an egg. Until she was told what was expected of her, she was to be silent and attentive and to watch and learn." In the mornings, you will wake up, stretch, limber, and warm up." He taught Aurelia how to bind her feet and ankles with the tapes of cloth so that when she ran in her sandals, she would not roll them. It was still the middle of summer and the warmth of the peeking sun was becoming evident. Unfortunately, Gnash provided her no extra clothing for the time being. "You will become used to moving around with nothing on. What? How would you have reacted if one of those Minotaur managed to rip your loincloth? You'd have flinched in embarrassment, and that'd been the end of you." Then he set Aurelia to run around the acre farm. "You see the four property posts of this farm? You will run a circuit around them until I tell you to stop. I have other chores that need to be done, but *never* assume that I am not watching. If I see you not running, it better be because you are injured, because I will not suffer a stuck up princess. If you are thirsty, you can get a quick drink from the water trough, but don't you dare stop running. Ring that bell at the gate for each circuit! Well, what are you waiting for? Hop to it!" Gnash was true to his word, every time she glanced towards him, his eyes were on her. And he wouldn't let her stop running until high noon, or she collapsed under jellied legs. And it was only the beginning... Being hit by the pillow made Aurelia lie down again though it felt like forever before she fell asleep once more. So when morning came she was almost too tired to register Gnash get out bed. However, he handled that like a seasoned pro, ripping the covers from her so she nearly tumbled to the floor. She barely managed to get one hand to steady her and the felt him slap her ass hard once. She let our a scream of surprise and gave him an angry glare before getting up. Furthermore, she probably had a red hand on her ass right now. As he had demanded of her she remained quiet and observed, however it was not easy. There were so many times she wanted to comment on something he said, but she never did, until he called her a stuck up princess. Aurelia balled up her fists as she suppressed her anger and a small sneer could be seen on her face for just the split of a second. She had been so close to slapping him across his face. It was a good thing she hadn't, there was no doubt in her mind that he would have made her regret it. She did not say anything as she turned her back to him and began to run like he had told her to. Aurelia was used to hard battle training, from the moment she had been able to lift a sword she had been fighting. So the running at first didn't bother her the slightest. She was running at a decent pace, ringing the bell every time she passed it. Once in a while she would look in the direction of Gnash and their eyes would meet. A few times she had to drink as she was feeling slightly dehydrated. But she never drank too much, now wanting to fill her stomach as it would only come back up again if she did or give her cramps. But as time passed her laps got slower as it was getting harder to keep going. However, Aurelia was a stubborn girl, and she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her give up. So she kept going even though she could barely lift her feet and her body was covered in sweat, causing her black hair to cling to her body. Her skin had a redness to it. The sun had burned her. Normally she would be covered up more, now she wasn't and her skin all over her body had been burned slightly. However, in a few days time she would have a very beautiful tan. When he told her to stop running she did. Standing still for a few moments it was easy to see that her legs would not hold her much longer. The princess took a few steps forward before collapsing on the ground. "Humph, about 65 laps. That's... just over ten miles. Pretty good for a princess, but tomorrow, you will be running twenty more laps by this time. Stand up. Keep moving, or you will cramp up. Drink this and follow me." Gnash gave her a large cup of water that tasted very sweet and a little salty at the same time. The more she drank, the more Aurelia felt as if it was just what her shaking body needed. "A little soldier's trick for those day-long fights. A large jug of water, a fistful of sugar, and a couple pinches of salt." Lunch was a couple slices of pork, a slice of bread, fruit, and more of the Sweetwater for her. After a half hour, Gnash instructed Aurelia to stretch and limber herself again. This time, he moved alongside her. When she could not fold herself any further, Gnash pushed his weight upon her and gave her another couple inches to flex. From head to toe he worked her over until Aurelia felt like a wet noodle. As the noon sun began to descend, they walked briskly towards the barn and the shade it provided. It was stifling inside and the hay dust clung to her sweaty skin, but the doors on both ends were opened and when a breeze picked up, it felt tolerable for a moment or two. "We had a rainstorm three nights ago and some of the thatching didn't prove dry. With you here, we are going to put all the hay bales outside where the next sun will dry them out. Come with me up to the loft." In the large loft were many bales of hay. The sweet amber smell mingled with a slightly wet mildew. At the ledge of the loft, were two leather loops nailed into the floor. "Slip your feet into those and lie on your back. Bend your knees a little bit. I'm going to place hay bales near your head, and you will lift them up and over yourself. Toss them down to the floor below." Doing setups normally wouldn't be a problem, but Gnash had her heaving fourth pounds worth of hay at each crunch. The pace was quick, he wanted to be done with this chore today and the only way to keep him from slapping her stomach or tits was to grit and toss the next bale over. "If you feel nauseous just turn to the side and wretch it out. There is plenty of hay to clean it up." After an eternity of the heaviest setups of her life, it was finally over. All the hay was on the floor below, or settled on and around her, itching her sun kissed skin fiercely. "Don't move. I don't want you falling down. Here, grab around my shoulders." With her arms around his neck and a massive arm of his wrapped around her legs, they descended the ladder in short order. "I want all this hay outside before I finish with dinner. Space out each bale so that the sun can dry them out tomorrow. When you are finished, the wash bucket and the soap bar are by the porch." Aurelia was working her ass off. Her body was aching all over from first the run and then the sit-up's. She had trained swords all of her life but never had she hurt like she did now. She had not been able to keep the food down during the sit-up's. Her legs still felt wobbly. This was the first time she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had been pampered during training all these years. As she walked around outside spreading the hay out she wanted nothing more than to just lie down on it and sleep. But she was not going to complain if she did she would never hear the end of it. Aurelia respected Gnash, even admired him for the warrior he must have been. But at the same time she feared him, knowing that he was a man that would at some point claim her body. He was so much older than she was, bigger in every way. If he wanted her she couldn't stop him. Especially not tonight seeing as she was about to collapse right now. After she had finished her task she walked over to the water bucket and knelt beside it. The water that must have been cool once were now warm. Aurelia scooped water up in her hand and smeared it all over her body. Then she dipped the soap in the water bucket and soaped up her naked body. It stung a little, but she showed no sign of it. Finally, she made her hair wet and washed it too, rinsing out all the soap afterward. It took her nearly an hour to clean herself, every time she moved her arms she would make a face of pain. Still it was better than to end up as the whore of some Minotaur. Walking inside pearls of water ran down her body, her dark hair even darker now due to the water. She had braided it, tied the end with some string she had found. Gnash had told her to be quiet, still she dared taking a small risk. Her hands were in front of her as she bowed her head to him." I have done what you asked of me Master." The smells of dinner permeated the downstairs. A large stew pot filled with meat, potatoes, celery, tomatoes, and a bunch of spices. With a side of bread and wine, it would be a hardy and much sought after meal. "Cutting it pretty close, girlie. Pull up a chair and have your fill, but only one glass of wine. After that, drink water." Dinner was a little lively. Gnash asked her questions about her training, testing her on simple tactics that a royal should know, and telling her why they worked or didn't work. They talked about the different beast men of the realm, what their instincts were, how they usually fought. Gnash enjoyed the view of Aurelia's pert breasts, the way they jiggled slightly when she sat down, and the way they swayed when she tore off a chunk of bread. When they had their fill of dinner, Gnash and Aurelia went to the living room. On a footstool was a pitcher of oil, of which, Gnash poured some into his hands. "Spread your legs a bit. There we go." He started at her knees, and with a quick couple of tugs, the cloth tapes fell to the floor and let Gnash oil her feet. With practiced grace, he shined between her toes and made long, slow passes up and down Aurelia's legs, Gnash's thumbs pressed hard into muscles of her calves and thighs. From her thin ankles up to her plush rump he rubbed the oil into her skin. When she struggled at his touch, he wrapped the python of his arm around her throat, simply flexing his arm made her feel woozy and unsure of her footing, "Now. Aurelia. You've done so well obeying up to now. Would you have panicked if one of those Minotaur got his hands on you?" She could feel his girth underneath his leather apron nestled in the cleft of her ass cheeks. With his free hand, Gnash fondled her boob with lascivious delight, tweaking her nipple until it was hard enough to cut glass. Then he wandered down her sore abdomen, playing with her bellybutton briefly, before diving into the folds of her sex. He may have been an old bachelor, but he knew is way around a woman's body. His fingers slid in and out of her moist slip before settling on the bump of her clit. When she turned her head, he caught an earlobe with his teeth and nipped." There we go. Just be honest with yourself, Aurelia." Dinner tasted like nothing else she had tried before. Maybe it was because of all the hard work she had done, but it really was the best meal she had ever had. And the conversation was quite pleasant. She liked just talking to Gnash, even smiled once in a while when his questions would make her remember something funny. If he wanted to he could tell some amazing stories, she was sure of that. Aurelia didn't notice the way he would look at her breasts while she ate, she thought his focus were on the conversation alone. Had she known she might have been more guarded as they entered the living room? It started out nice enough, she was a bit concerned about spreading her legs a little, but she did what he asked of her. It hurt as he massaged her sore muscles but if he did not do it she would barely be able to walk tomorrow. However, as his hands moved above her knees and became more of a sensual touch then massage she tried to push him away. She tried to get away from him, but suddenly she had his arm around her throat. Quickly her hands shot to his arm as she tried to push it away. But she was too tired, her body too weak at the moment to put up a decent fight. His hand on her breast made her squirm and she let out soft whimpers. He was turning her on though she did everything she could think of to fight it. That was why she nearly panicked as she felt his hand move down her body, touching her where no one had touched her before. She kicked her legs as a moan escaped her, causing her to blush. Looking away in shame she felt him bite down on her earlobe." I'm not ready, I'm not..." She couldn't fight him and her body betrayed her. Both her nipples were hard, and she was wet between her legs. Even her breathing revealed just how aroused she were. "Nope, not this time, girlie. I'm going to have that tasty little peach of yours." From behind Aurelia, Gnash's hands caressed up and down her chest and stomach before cupping her breasts. His rough hands, moistened with oil, squeezed her tender globes over and over again, as if milking her. Every so often he would trap her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinch them, *hard*. When he let them go, he would gently flick them back to little rock hard numbs. "You might even like it." Between her playing with her tits, and rubbing up and down her stomach, Gnash somehow had time to slip his fingers between her legs. His thick fingers teased at puffy lips of her sex. His middle and ring finger plunging into her, trying to scoop out that slick juice that betrayed her feelings. Faster and faster he fingers fucked her, uncaring of any protests she made. She was his to use, his to-do as he pleased. He could feel her getting ready to explode, edging her closer to that edge of bliss, only to stop and hold her hands from finishing the job. Moving to a wide sofa, he had her sit on his lap and he began teasing her all over again, and again. He wouldn't let her cum until she was a quivering mess." Looks like I found me a slutty little princess. Now then, it's time for you to start putting in some work." He slapped her quivering ass to get up from the couch, and kneel before him. He unbuckled his apron and up sprang his rock hard cock, finally free. "How about you give it a good spit shining for starters." Aurelia continued to fight him though she barely had any strength left. Maybe if he had not worn her out the way he had she would have gotten free but right now she was helpless in his arms. And the felt his hand touching her where no one had touched her before. It made her freeze for a moment and as she felt his fingers move inside her, she moaned loudly. He could press them deep enough inside her to take her virginity so she still had no idea of the pain she would feel once he took it." Please stop... Don't, please... No..." He didn't care about her objections and she was forced to endure how he used his fingers to bring her as close to orgasm as she could get. Over and over again he made her pant and long for release only to stop. Finally, she just stopped resisting him knowing it did her no good. He would have her no matter what she did, and she was not strong enough to stop him. So when Gnash ordered her down on her knees Aurelia did as she was told. For a moment her eyes rested on his. He wanted her to take that thing in her mouth. Swallowing Aurelia placed her hands on his thighs. One of them moved up slowly and closed around his hard throbbing cock. She was scared and nervous, doing her best not to show it. Carefully she brushed some hair behind her ear before leaning in and taking him in her mouth. Looking at him, she started taking more and more of his cock while moaning. Gnash ground his foot into Aurelia's dewy apex as she sucked his cock. His big toe sometimes parting her lips and grazing the inside walls. Every time she moaned, she felt him hardening in her mouth. "There's a good girlie. Get that cock all the way in." His fingers snaked into her raven tresses, twirling them around his fingers until his grip was good and tight. With nowhere to go, Aurelia was forced down upon his meaty shaft. Every time she bobbed down, he pushed her a little bit farther, holding her down just a little bit longer. Each time, the bulbous helmet hit the back of her throat, wanting to push into her throat. The girth of his cock made her strain to keep her mouth open in a perfect "O". Aurelia would receive a slap from Gnash's free hand, if she felt like biting, the full palm of Gnash's hand leaving seeing stars, and maybe a loosened tooth, as well as the heat of a perfect red outline across her face. Finally, the last couple of inches of Gnash's cock slid past the princess's lips, leaving her face buried at the base, her nose tickled by his pubes. After an eternity of quick gasps for air between swallowing his cock, Gnash finally let Aurelia up. The sheen of precut and saliva glistened on his cock and her lips, with ropey strands connecting them. Gnash released his hold on her hair and reclined back into his sofa. "Come up and sit on my lap and face me, girlie." Gnash's cock was fully erect, and the evil grin on his face suggested that Aurelia herself would impale herself upon it. "How bad do you want to win your freedom?" It was a forgone conclusion that Aurelia would have to sleep and have sex with the old man, but it was entirely two separate things between him simply taking her, and she is the one to do the deed herself... It was hurting her throat to have to take all of his cock. Gnash was bigger than Aurelia had expected he would be, and her hands pressed against his thighs as she struggled to breathe. Her jaw was aching and so was the left side of her head. She had not meant to bite him, but she had been struggling for breath and was close to panic, biting down a little had been a natural reaction. But she had paid for it. Aurelia had nearly been knocked out when he struck her, and she knew that side of her face was still red. When he finally did allow her to pull her head back she was coughing and gasping for air. Never had she thought this would be her fate. She was a princess, daughter of a great king. But she had been reduced to a simple whore and slave, having to fight in the pits and hoping to win her freedom. And it was that hope of one day being free that caused her to get up from the floor when Gnash ordered her to come over to him. Aurelia was trying to act calm as she approached the older man, however inside she felt like running. She put one knee on the sofa and straddled him, placing the other knee close to his thigh. Her lips were parted as she lowered herself a little. Aurelia let her wet pussy brush against the head of his cock before closing a hand around the throbbing shaft. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she was sure he would hear it. Ever so slowly she started lowering herself onto his cock. The head parted her lips and slowly slid inside of her. There was no pain and for a moment Aurelia thought that maybe there wouldn't be any. But the felt it. His cock was pressing against her hymen and if she continued it would breach. There was a slightly terrified look in Aurelia's eyes as she looks at Gnash. Taking a deep breath she rose a little, riding him a few times without breaking the hymen. But the sixth time she let herself drop on him, filling her with his cock. Aurelia cried out in pain and hid her face in Gnash's chest. He felt her quivering around him, never having anything larger than her fingers dipped inside her. Now his thick cock invaded her precious space, unyielding and rigid in triumph as her velvety walls spasmed in protest. She could feel every inch of Gnash, from her pussy lips, straining in a perfect "O" around the base of his shaft and tickled by coarse pubic hair, the entire length up to his bulbous helmet that sometimes throbbed within her. Gnash's coarse hands palmed her round buns and kneaded them, squishing them together and pulling them apart, exposing the brown star between them. As he sunk his talons into her rump, he would thrust up from the couch, bouncing Aurelia upon his meaty pole. She felt his stubble prickle her skin as he kissed along her should and neck, leaving sickies in his wake. "Come on girlie, I'm not going to do all the work," he rasped into her ear. A quick solid slap on her ass left another red imprint on her skin, "You have to bounce up and down to fuck." Each time he thrust up he would smack her ass, the color turning pink, to red, and if she didn't start moving herself, her buns would be a deep wine color. "There you go, girlie. Just like that. A tight little princess fucks..." His hands moved up and down her body as she rode him. Smacking her ass, her hips, he would pinch her nipples and palm her breasts the same as her bottom. His hand again, snaked into her midnight hair, pulling on it to make her face him, with her tear stained face. Where he would plant a kiss on her, his tongue would push past her ruby lips and invade her mouth, molesting her tongue, sparring with it back and forth. "You train hard, and can win enough to be free, Aurelia. If not, well... we can put a bun in that oven of yours..." It hurt and Aurelia did not want to move. But she had to. The first time Gnash bounced her on his lap she let out a small cry of pain as the motion made it ting all over again. But soon she started moving raising herself only to fall back down over his cock. Her breasts bounced in the same rhythm and small gasps escaped her lips. This was not how she had expected her first time to be like. She should have been married to a king, prince or emperor. Aurelia had always imagined that she would have been in love and that her first time would have been so romantic. Never had she thought her first time would be with an old man who forced her to fuck him. There were so many new sensations that it was hard to keep up with it all. Some of it started feeling perfect. She wanted to train hard, to win her freedom and get away from Gnash. But when he told her what other purpose she could have she felt like slapping him hard across the face. How dared he suggests that she should carry his child? Aurelia would not give birth to his child even if he were the last man in the world. She was not made for only breading, and she would not be tied to him like that for the rest of her life." No... No I will train hard, as hard as you want me to. But I will not carry your child, ever..." She was moaning as she spoke to him. A warmth she had never felt before was beginning to build in the pit of her stomach. Aurelia worried what it could be but did not speak of it, What if Gnash stopped because of it. Yes she had not wanted this in the beginning, but it felt perfect, and now she did not want him to stop. "Aw, that's no fun, then. No helps to help out on the farm." Gnash had stopped bouncing up to meet Aurelia a few minutes ago, instead watching her debase herself by riding him entirely of her own volition. He breathe became more ragged as she ground herself on his cock, shivering bouts of pleasure settled deep in his stomach. He would bend her backward some, while holding on to the small of her back to expose her chest to his lips. Furthermore, he would take one hard little nipple and lavish it with wide tongue laps, suckle on it teasingly, and trap it between his teeth to flick it remorselessly with his tongue. When he deigned to change, he would plunge his face between her two curvy orbs and tickle them with his scruffy face as he licked and kissed her between that valley. The longer they fucked, the more it turned to rutting as they crept closer to the edge of release. Gnash's hand began to snake up to Aurelia's throat where he would squeeze thumb and middle fingers around her windpipe. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, release. "Keep bouncing on my cock, princess. Don't you dare stop." One, two, three, four, the throbbing of her heart began to pulse in her ears, five, six, and a gentle release left her woozy. His hand slid closed again, vice-like. One, two, three, four, again, she was to keep riding him or face his displeasure. Nine, ten, he kept his hand closed for far longer, she could feel the pressure pounding between her ears. Twenty... twenty-one... she was about to pass out, if not for a slap across her ass to keep fucking Gnash. Twenty-nine... .... thirty.... just when she was about to slip into the either, Gnash release his grip on her throat. A torrent of euphoria flooded her being only to be amplified and reverberated by that bastard pounding away at her untrained pussy. With a few quick grunts, Aurelia could feel Gnash twitch and explode within her. Hot, gooey warmth covered the inside her apex as Gnash kept pounding up into her a few more times. A white globule would squelch out occasionally. Aurelia had her first taste of sex, though rougher than anything she could have imagined. Gnash was still buried within her trembling folds, and she could feel him begin to stiffen again. The brute wanted more, would she be able to sate him? Aurelia didn't really notice his hand moved to her throat, she was too much lost in the pleasure of what they were doing. However, she did notice it when he squeezed so hard that she could not breathe. Her eyes looked into his, and then he let go of her. However, it wasn't long before he squeezed again, this time longer than before. Aurelia kept riding Gnash as she did not want to be punished again, the one side of her face still hurt a little from the slap he had given her. But the longer he kept her from breathing the harder it got for her to ride him. The last time he stole her breath she was as close to passing out as one could be. She felt Gnash squeeze her throat like he had done before. She had barely been allowed to breathe since the last time and with the way she rode him what little breath she had soon run out. Though she continued riding him it got harder, and she slowed down without noticing it herself until he slapped her. Dark spots were starting to form in front of her eyes and she felt panic fill every part with her body. A tear rolled down her cheek as she wordlessly begged for Gnash to let go of her. Her hands were gripping at his flesh or frantically trying to push him away. Aurelia felt her head spin and she was scared senseless. Her whole struggle for air caused her body to tense up, which also meant that her pussy was gripping his cock more tightly. And then he let go of her throat. The first breath of air was painful and caused her lungs to burn. Still she gasped for air and coughed at the same time tears were running down her cheeks. She hated him, Aurelia hated Gnash and the last thing she wanted was to carry his child. But it wasn't up to her to decide something like that. Before she could collect herself enough to do anything she heard him grunt and groan as he shot his seed deep within her. Aurelia was shaking her head no, but she was too weak to stop him. The treatment he had given her had been too much. This was nothing like how she had imagined her first time would be like. Sitting on top of him Aurelia rested her head against his shoulder as she tried getting her breathing back to normal. It was over, it was finally over and... Oh, no. She could feel him starting to harden again, pulling back she looked into his eyes, fearing that he would kill her if he treated her again like he had only minutes ago." Please Master, no more. I need rest, and I'm not feeling too well right now. Let me rest, I beg you."

Princess of Battle (NotoriusBen & Axenia)|rating:2.0

Fire and Dynamite (Ollumhammersong-Music)

Parking her jeep it is normal spot Charlie jumped out not bothering to grab her messenger bag or her keys just left them in the passenger seat and closed the door. Adjusting her old baseball cap a little on her head Charlie headed to the door, walking in she looked around "Dad? I'm here" She called out before an older slightly heavy seat woman walked out of one of the rooms "Rosie!" Charlie squealed happily rushing over to the older woman and hugged her tightly while Rosie chuckling hugging her back. "How are you Rosie?" Charlie asked finally letting the older woman go with a bright smile "I'm fine sweetheart, how are you?" "Good, do you know why dad called me here? Said he needed to talk to me about something and that it was important" Rosie shook her head lying to the girl "No Hun I don't, but you know your father, it's always important to him" Rosie knew what was going on but agreed with Mr. Salvatore that Charlie should know very little about what was happening right now. "He is in his study" Charlie nodded "Alright" She started heading in that direction before stopping and turning around "You've made some of your famous cheesecake right?" Charlie asked a hopeful look on her face getting Rosie to laugh some with a smile “Of course, you may have a slice when you are done talking with your father. Charlie grinned “Yes!” She punched the air once before spinning back around and headed to her fathers study.“Dad? I'm here” She said stepping into the room, she always loved how it smelled, like cigars, his cologne and books. One wall was lined with dark wood shovels filled with different books and a few nick knacks scattered about. A large antique oak desk sat in front of a large window two leather chairs sitting in front of it while a leather desk chair sat behind it, a leather couch was against one wall a coffee table in front of that. The room had a dark rich feel to it, yet it also felt homey and when she is younger she used to hang out in here with her dad all the time. The older man held up a hand as he spoke on the phone with someone. Charlie rolled her eyes flopping down in one of the leather chairs and watched her dad making faces at him. It was a game they had played since she was a kid, whenever the other one was on the phone the other would make faces and do ridiculous and stupid things at time to get the other one to laugh while on the phone. It was working some now, making faces at her dad was getting him to chuckle before saying goodbye who ever it was before looking at his daughter shaking his head with a smile. Charlie just beamed at him. “So why am I here?” Anthony looked at her one eyebrow raised “What? I can’t ask my daughter to come home so I can just see her?” He asked innocently before his eyes traveled over her a disapproving frown tugging at his lips “What are you wearing?” Charlie rolled her eyes “Clothes dad, in case you haven’t noticed it’s hot outside and I’ve been working all morning. It’s not like my boobs are hanging out or anything” She pointed out getting her father to just give her a look before clearing his throat. “Fine. You are here because I want to talk to you, and hats off in the house” Sighing Charlie took her baseball cap off and set it in her lap looking at her dad, stray hair framing her face while her braid fell down her back. “Alright hats off, now what do you want need to talk to me about?” She asked curiously looking at him, leaning forward some elbows on her thighs. Running a hand through his hair Anthony leaned back in his chair choosing his words before he spoke “There have been some complications at work. And I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I’ve hired someone to be your bodyguard” He said looking at his daughter who frowned at the words “What?! No! Dad we’ve been over this! I don’t need a bodyguard!” She huffed giving him a look. “Don’t give me that look Charlotte” He told her in a firm serious tone “And I think it would be best if you had one” Charlie groaned “I can take care of myself! I’ve taken those self-defense classes like you wanted even the fire arms classes. I can shoot a gun and break a nose. Furthermore, I can take care of myself” She told him trying to keep from raising her voice, that never got anywhere with her dad.“This isn’t up for discussion Charlie, I’ve already hired a man to be your bodyguard, and you will be polite to him and not give him any trouble” Charlie groaned looking at her dad in disbelief “Dad what's going on? Why do I suddenly have to have a bodyguard? I haven’t had a bodyguard since I was thirteen. Why suddenly do I need one?” She asked looking at him waiting for an answer. “Because I want to make sure you are safe, that's all you need to know right now young lady. If I feel like I need to tell you more I will. I am still the secretary of defense, and want to make sure my daughter is safe” Charlie groaned again slumping in the seat grumbling under her breath. “What was that? I didn’t hear you” Anthony said knowing very well she what she had been grumbling wasn’t meant for him to hear.“I said I love you” She huffed out still slumped against the seat “When is he getting here?” She asked not happy about it at all, but it was pointless to argue with Anthony about it. “Oh he is already here, probably enjoying a slice of Rosie’s cheesecake right now, I’ll have Rosie bring him in” Charlie grumbled more now also annoyed that this strange man was getting cheesecake before she was. Pressing down on the intercom switch Anthony spoke “Rosie? Would you please send Mr Their in here please” “Yes sir” Rosie said before the intercom switched off with a soft click? “Now be nice, he is an old firmed of mine” Anthony said with a stern look. Charlie huffed, great she was stuck with some old man…. It was bad enough that she was stuck with having a bodyguard but one around her dad’s age? Seriously? This was just perfect, then again it might be easier to get away from him if he was older. What she's wearing (house (Click to Show/Hide (N an m e || Charlotte Riley Salvatore P r e f e r r e d + N an m e || Charlie. The only one who gets away with calling her Charlotte is Rosie and her father. A g e || 22 G e n d e r || ♀ O r i e n t a t i o n || / ♀♂ / P l a y + B y || Haven't found a good picture. (H e i g h t || 5'5 H an i r + C o l o r || This (is what her hair looks like. E y e + C o l o r || A dark green W e i g h t || 125 B r e an s t + S i z e || 32C T a t t o || Tattoo (and placement on her left side. Tattoo (on her right shoulder blade[/URL] B i r t h m an r k s || Freckles scattered on her cheeks and nose. O t h e r || A few scars scattered on her body. A slightly puffed up scar going across her stomach about a foot long. (B r i e f + P e r s o n an l i t y || ♪ Charlie is an adventurous person ready to try almost anything, bright and bubbly person, she loved to get everyone around her to smile or laugh. She is full of sass and sarcasm and that has been known to get her into trouble before. Growing up as an army brat then as the secretary of defense's daughter, so she can behave but still has a hard time keeping her mouth closed when she sees something wrong. Despite her father having money he didn't spoil Charlie, and she did have to earn allowance just like every other kid. Anthony passed along his passion for fixing cars and old sports cars to his daughter. Charlie loves working on cars and getting them to work again almost as much as she loves photography and music. Despite her bright personality Charlie can be a bitch and isn't the friendliest person in the morning or when she really aggregated. She had broken a man's nose before and will do it again if she has too. ♪ L i k e s || Her father and Rosie- Photography- Restoring old classic cars-Music- Dancing-Hanging out with her father-Sleeping in- Cheesecake-Hanging out with friends-Hanging around her house- D i s l i k e s || When her father is away-Getting up early-Most forms of exercise-Rude people-Having a bodyguard- Grabby strangers-Not being able to fix something- S t r e n g t h s ||Charlie is smart and picks up on things quickly-Good with her hands-Able to get along with almost anyone-Never gives up on a project-Will stop something if it's wrong-Willing to try anything once- W e a k n e s s e s ||She gets really frustrated when she's not able to fix something or doesn't understand-Her mouth has and will get her into trouble- Something's make her freeze up- She isn't a very good cook-Can be very lazy at times, like when it comes to house work-Will stay up for days working on a car- R e p u t a t i o n || Charlie is known to be a good girl with an edge. O c c u p a t i o n || Miss Charlotte Salvatore J o b + D e s c r i p t i o n || She is a Photographer and works with an art gallery that sells her photos. (M o t h e r || Caroline Salvatore -Dead F a t h e r || Anthony Salvatore -Dead O l d e r + B r o t h e r || Anthony Jr -Tony -Alive -25 O l d e r + S i s t e r || None W o m b + S h an r e r || None Y o u n g e r + B r o t h e r || None Y o u n g e r + S i s t e r || None S t e p + F an m i l y || None O t h e r || None H i s t o r y || Charlie grew up like any other army brat moved around a lot. She and her older brother Tony got along when they weren't trying to kill each other, it hit the whole family hard when their mom died in a car accident. Charlie had been twelve and Tony 15, at the time Anthony was just starting his first year of being the secretary of defense and had been worried about his children. They had bodyguards for a year before an accident happened with Charlie and her bodyguard. After that Charlie had a semi normal life, went to school hung out with friends and then went to collage after high school She now makes a living doing photography and loves it, she does have her own house, but she tends to stay at her fathers a lot when she doesn't feel like being alone. No one seems to mind. (T y p e + o f + H o m e || Homeless, Shack, Motel, Apartment, Cottage, House, Farm, Mansion, Penthouse. L o c a t i o n || Inner City, City, Urban Suburban, Rural L a y o u t || Kitchens (#1), Bedrooms (#3), Bathrooms (#2), Living Rooms (#1), Dinning Rooms (#1), Basements (1) camp; Studies (#0) F i n an n c i an l + S t a t u s || Upper class T r an n s p o r t a t i o n || Her jeep (M o n e y + I n + W an l l e t || $78.65 H i r e d + H e l p || Rosie - The housekeeper/cook. (S e x u an l + L i k e s || I will fill this out S e x u an l + D i s l i k e s || S e x u an l + F an n t an s i e s || P an r t n e r s || No one C r u s h i n g || No one right now C h i l d r e n || None Viktor stood stock still, a few rooms down from the Secretaries office. He had refused any offers of food or drink. Including the offer of a slice of cake from what he assumed was either the cook or a receptionist. He was simply waiting patiently with his arms folded behind his back, not even accepting one of the many seats dotting the waiting room. He was grateful to be sure for this opportunity his old Colonel was providing him. When the army discharged him he spent nearly a whole week racking his brain in an attempt to figure out a new occupation for himself. He supposed he could have joined the police, but the sheer amount of paperwork would prove to be the death of him more surely than any criminal. Thank whatever god there was looking down on him that this opportunity came by. He had no trade skills or academics beyond those taught to him in the military. And this job would pay far, far more than any other he could hope for. For simply giving him meaningful employment for him to live off of, Hopefully in the long term. He would consider his colonel's supposed debt to him paid. He Rocked up on his feet slowly, Moving as little as possible while keeping the blood flowing. Feeling the weight of his Tactical pistol and the combat knife and Leatherman he kept on his belt. Two of those things were for the purposes of his job and the last was just a personal preference. He himself was a fairly tall and heavy set man, Years in the military since his Teenage years has seen his body Muscled and trimmed and combat deployments steadied his nerves and hardened tolerance for endurance and pain. He Kept his dark and thick hair cropped short in a military style buzz cut. One thing he was looking forward to enjoying, but his professionalism kept at bay was letting a beard grow for once in his life. He rubbed his face where a coarse stubble was already making an appearance as the day wound on and sighed. He was wearing relatively simple clothes as requested by his old Colonel. While Their expected a suit and tie to be the order for the day he was told to dress somewhat casually for his duty. He seemed to insist that he wear more 'civilian' attire. But even in this duty he felt the need to keep something of a uniform, still holding his personal dress and standards to a fair level. He wore mostly Black trousers with a white buttoned shirt and a sport jacket. For his boots he insisted on wearing his old military Combat boots, Kept blackened and clean despite clear signs of use and wear.Finally, the older woman gently opened the door and waved for him to follow. He let out a heavy breath and went to meet his new charge. He was warned somewhat by the colonel about his daughters feelings towards having a bodyguard. It was nothing he wouldn't be able to handle he figured. He stepped into the lush and thickly scented office to see the colonel and who he presumed was his daughter and Their's new charge. She had an ... Interesting idea of clothing. Defiantly not the type of outfit one wore to keep a low profile. He gave a nod of his head to both of them and resumed his stance from earlier, with his hands crossed behind his back as if he was standing at ease on the parade square. "Sir, Miss" he acknowledged both of them and looked straight ahead, past the antique desk, the expensive wooden shelves and what he presumed to be expensive novels lining them. He unconsciously and habitually moved his chest out and shoulders back while keeping his chin steady and up. Looking for all the world as if he was about to participate in a changing of the guard. Slumped in the seat arms crossed over her chest an annoyed look in her eyes Charlie gave her father a look before her gaze went out the window behind him. If this man was older she may be able to get rid of him sooner, take him to a bunch of loud noisy clubs, maybe a few other places that she knew her father didn't like very well. Charlie herself wasn't a big fan of most of the places but right now that didn't matter, she didn't want a bodyguard nor thought she needed one, she was a grown woman for crying out loud. She was still slumped in the seat even as she heard footsteps in the room. Peering around the back of the chair Charlie looked at the tall man and groaned, great first off this man wasn't old, second he looked like he bled military. Standing at ease, hands behind his back legs spread out, the normal buzz cut style all military men had and scruff on his cheeks. Fine she'd give him one thing, he was hot, but that was all she was giving him. Anthony smiled chuckling some as Their stood at ease looking straight ahead of him. "Relax Their, I'm not going to make you drop and give me twenty" He joked before giving Charlie a look, who huffed again getting to her feet, right hand shoved into her front pocket Charlie looked at the man trying hard not to glare. "Their, this is my daughter Charlie, Charlie this is Viktor Their, your bodyguard" Gritting her teeth some Charlie looked at Their. "And you will be respectable and nice" Anthony tone was firm as he gave his daughter a warning look knowing the look on her face. "I'm so happy to know I'll be safe and protected by you" She ground out looking at Their before grabbing her hat out of the chair. "Now if you'll excise me, I'm going to go eat half a cheesecake. Don't worry I know where the kitchen is and know how to get around the snipers and thugs that lurk in the halls" Her tone as dry and sarcastic as she gave a salute to both of them before walking out of the study, she refrained herself from slamming the door as she stormed to the kitchen. Bless Rosie's heart she already had a thick slice of cheesecake on a plate waiting for Charlie on bar counter while the older woman cooked listening to the younger woman grumbling and huffing about the bodyguard. Watching his daughter leave Anthony sighed pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. "Give me fifty or more men to deal with in heavy fire over an annoyed woman much less my daughter any day" He muttered to himself and looked at Their "You are going to have your hands full of that one" He told the younger man before moving back to his desk and pulled out a ring with keys on it. "Now I made a copy of her keys and mine. You have both house keys, the key to her jeep and a few others. Charlie doesn't know I did this so I'm giving you a heads-up. And watch out for her left hook" He said passing him the keys "Any questions?" Rosie was unfazed by the younger woman's ire towards her new bodyguard. "You should be happy your father cares enough to go to this length for you." she said while doing some casual cleaning and prepping the dinner around the kitchen. "Besides, he looks handsome." She winked. "And You're far too young to be without a boyfriend." She said once more, this being a fairly popular topic of conversation with her. Trying to get the young woman to match herself up with someone nice. "And this opportunity is literally going to be starring you in the face for weeks." She picked up a large pot and started to fill it with water. If nothing came of it she was seriously considering holding her cheesecake recipe and baking hostage until the girl grew some sense and didn't let a perfectly good chance slip past. Viktor looked down and counted the keys that were resting in his palm. Putting their specific uses to memory. When that was done he slipped them into one of his trouser pockets and shook his head. There was nothing more he needed to know now. At least nothing that wouldn't be better explained over the coming days by experience. He didn't like to talk when he didn't have to. It was just a waste of breath and energy and needless making of noise to give away ones position. "Thank you." he did say however. He really did need to thank the colonel for this job and the opportunity. It was far more than he expected or hoped for. And he was willing to break his normal silent demeanor to make this claim. When his thanks were waved down casually with the usual claim of "It's least I would do for you." He resumed his stance and waited to be dismissed, As much as he enjoyed his old colonel's company he did have to find Charlie before she decided to make a run for her car and drive away. When he was dismissed he brought his arms to his side and his heels together out of habit and respect before turning sharply and making his way to the kitchens. Charlie just made a face eating her cheesecake as Rosie told her she should be happy her dad cared this much about her. Yes she loved her dad and knew he'd do anything for her but this? This was a little much and nor telling her why was starting to get annoying. "Aww Rosie" The younger woman groaned as Rosie started up again about her needing a boyfriend and that Viktor would make the perfect boyfriend. "I don't need a boyfriend, I am perfectly happy being single" She pointed out before taking a large bite of her cheesecake "And I don't care what you people say, I am not dating Solider boy and I don't need a boyfriend" She said around her mouthful of goodness before chewing and swallowing giving Rosie a look. That the older woman ignored while she got ready to start dinner. "You can look at me like that all you want young lady, but it won't do a thing. You need a boyfriend and one just fell int your lap" Charlie snorted shaking her head "It's not going to happen" She huffed back taking another bite. Anthony smiled looking at Their as he thanked him and waved it off "It's the last I could do for you" He said and dismissed Their before sitting back down in his chair, he was expecting a call and wouldn't be surprised if he got one from Charlie later that night. Charlie's eye's lifted to see Their walk into the kitchen looking all serious and rolled her eyes before shoving the last piece of cheesecake into her mouth and hoped off the stool she had been sitting on. "Thanks for the cheesecake Rosie" She her dishes in the sink and kissed the older woman on her cheek before pulling her keys out of her pocket a plan already cooking in her mind. What if she could get this guy to leave on his own? She just gave him a couple friendly pushes in that direction? That wouldn't be her forcing him to leave, he'd leave on his own after all. "Come on Solider boy" She muttered walking past him back into the hall and poked her head into her dad's study "I'm leaving and yes solider boy is with me" She told him smiling for him before putting her hat back on her head and headed out the door. Jingling her keys she walked over to her jeep and looked at Their over her shoulder "Better be ready for some shopping" She told him with an innocent looking smile and got into her jeep, grabbed her messenger bag and tucked it behind her legs under her seat and placed her camera bag carefully on the floor in the back seat. She was really tempted to lock the doors and drive off without Their in the jeep, but she doubted her dad or Rosie would find it as funny as she did. So she waited until he got into the jeep before starting it up and pulling out of the driveway back onto the road and turned down the radio "First things first, I do not need a babysitter, I am a grown woman and can take care of myself. Second you are not my parent, you will not tell me what to do and treat me like a child. Third, I have no idea what the hell is going on and why dad suddenly thinks I need you" She glanced over at him before looking back at the road "And I'm guessing he filled you in on why, so spill. I want to know why he thinks I need a babysitter and what the hell is going on" Glancing back over at him Charlie looked at him for a second under the rim of her baseball hat before turning back to the road waiting for him to tell her what was going on. By the look on her face he knew she was going to try and slip away from him, hide, run or do something to get from under his protective gaze. He really didn't care too much about the destination. Though being in what he assumed was going to be a crowded mall was hardly ideal from a security perspective. To many people, Turns, and walls for the potential enemies to hide. His thoughts on how to properly scan and protect her in that environment were interrupted when she started talking about how she didn't need him and making some sort of demand from him." Colonel Salvatore believes you may require some protection." While he spoke his gaze was fixed on the sidewalks, the meadows and other cars they drove past. Watching each pedestrian and vehicle carefully as if one of them could spontaneously pull out a rifle and take shots at them. He doubted it highly, but it didn't hurt to keep vigilant. He continued talking but instead of answering her questions he set out with his own demands. "When and If I ask you to move, duck, run or anything of that nature I expect you to listen and obey without hesitation. If I tell you to run away and leave me behind you will do so. I will need to make an inspection of your home, This vehicle and wherever you work. I must enter rooms before you do, exit vehicles before you. Your cooperation in this regard is not for my benefit but yours. So I ask that you comply for your own safety." Waiting for Their to answer her questions Charlie drove glancing at him sometimes, she didn't even now why she was surprised when he didn't answer her questions just gave his own set of demands. Grip on the steering wheel tightening Charlie gritted her teeth as he went on not even looking at her, no he gave demands while he looked out the window. "My house? There is no one hiding out in my house! Or my jeep! Jesus what the hell is going on?" She asked glancing over at him before huffing, why wasn't anyone giving her a straight answer? It was getting really irritating, getting treated like a child and no one telling her what was going on. Finding a spot to pull over Charlie did and put the jeep in park before looking at Their." We are not moving until you tell me what the hell is going on and why suddenly you are acting like I'm on someone's hit list!" She snapped all but glaring at him under the brim of her hat. "Did dad get some death threats again? He gets a few every year it's nothing new, why all of a sudden am I being fallowed by a G. I Joe and no one is giving me a straight answer. So spill I want to know what's going on" She snapped as car passed the sometimes the jeep shook slightly from a passing car. Turning the jeep off Charlie held them in one hand to prove her point that they weren't moving until she got some answers. Then her phone started going off in her messenger bag, but Charlie just glanced down at her bag before looking back at Their, whoever it was they could just leave her a message and she'd call them back later. "I doubt there is anyone hiding in your home." he said calmly despite the fact they were pulled over and vulnerable on the side of the road, and she was getting increasingly angry. "I am simply going OT be looking for anything out of place, or getting the layout, so I may spot anything out of place in the future." He was carefully eyeing the cars that passed them, making sure none of them were slowing down for anything more than idle curiosity." As for me being here, I will say that Your fathers' death is not what is most feared." He was willing to leave it at that. And looked behind them and back to the road. It was hard to tell if they were being tailed because if they had any sense any car that would be tailing them didn't stop and pull over like they did. "We shouldn't stay here to long." Looking at him Charlie wanted to scream in frustration as she got short answers from Their as he didn't even look at her, kept his eyes on the road and cars passing them. He didn't even give her a full answer about why he was with her. "So what it's my life? Someone wants to kill me? Why? I'm not important to what dad does. He doesn't even talk about work too me, so why dose someone want to kill me?" She asked but didn't get an answer, not that she was surprised, he just told her, they shouldn't stay here long. Holding back the frustrated scream that wanted out Charlie started the jeep back up and pulled back onto the road muttering under her breath. Reaching over she turned the radio back up and listened to that while she drove. She wasn't in the mood anymore to even think about shopping, but she needed groceries. Grumbling more under her breath she headed to Whole Foods, the woman could live off of junk food and most of the time did despite her size and figure. She practically lived off of pizza and junk food, but both her father and Rosie threw a fit about it, so Charlie had started going to Whole Foods and other 'healthier' places, oh she still stocked up on junk food, but she also got more healthier things as well. Pulling into the parking lot of the large building Charlie found a spot and turned the jeep off. Before Their could say anything she was out of the jeep putting her messenger bag over her right shoulder and looked over at him "Oh come on, no one is going to jump me in a Whole Foods parking lot" She huffed out locking the car over her shoulder as she headed to the doors of the building. Grabbing a cart Charlie looked around doing her best to ignore the large man that was fallowing her. She started with the produce looking over veggies and fruit adding carrots and a few other veggies to the cart before moving on a smile forming as she saw strawberries, she loved them. Placing a couple packages into the cart she moved along adding blackberries and raspberries to the cart, a bag of apples, peaches and some mangoes before moving on. "Are you going to say anything or just fallow me like a creeper?" She asked looking over she shoulders at Their with an annoyed questioning look before kept walking pushing her cart in front of her. Despite the healthy foods in the bottom, the cart began to fill with more junk foods, cookies, fruit snacks, frozen bite sized foods, ice cream, chips. The list could go on as Charlie walked around the store placing things in her cart as she went. "Don't you have better things to do then fallow me around? Like family to see or a girlfriend to stalk?" She asked Their looking over at him again "Seriously you had no other job offers? Nothing else you wanted to do with your life?" She asked adding yogurts cups to the cart and looked at the diary chewing on her bottom lip. She wasn't a milk drinker, she only used it for her cereal and cooking and baking when she attempted to make something. And she hated anything that wasn't really milk or any other soy products. Tofu wasn't a food, it was tasteless globs of white nothing and Charlie hated it, in fact she pretty much hated all the things that super heath freaks ate. But she grabbed a gallon anyway and placed it in the cart before adding sour cream and a few others things. He was glad when the jeep started to move again, though his stone chilled face showed none of it. And when they parked he resisted the urge to tell her off about letting him out first. She may have a casual attitude about this place, but he knew better. All she had to was come here early in the morning or late in the evening, and it was the perfect place for her to get jumped and captured. He ignored her further jib and just focused on watching every person around them. Making sure the ones that came to close were no threat and just idle citizens. What foods she put into her cart were no concern of his. True he would have to survive off of her groceries as well. But whatever it was she bought it could not be worse than ration packs. Nothing could be worse than ration packs. As to her other questions he suppressed a deep sigh, he hated talking in general, and especially talking for the sake of it. He preferred to use as few words as possible, but he knew that she was probably not going to let this go in the long run. Better to get this out of the way now and never have her ask those questions again and waste both of their time." My mother is alive and does not need my presence. I have no current relationship and no. I have no other job offers. Furthermore, I have been in the army for my entire life." Unlike her not everyone was born in the upper class and had the luxury to CBE able to go to school for anything they wanted. Besides, he liked the army. It treated him well enough and made him into who he was today. He had no regrets about his choices. He considered going back and reclaiming his rank but with budget cuts and positions being slashed that led to his discharge in the first place. That would be difficult. Their did answer her questions, but it was short and to the pint and his tone sounded dry and almost pained like he was only talking right now to shut her up. Holding back a groan Charlie looked at him "That's it? That all I get? God don't talk my ear off or anything Their" She said sarcastically adding something else to the cart before looking back at Their "Where does your mom live? And what about your dad?" She asked trying to get him to talk more, but it was like pulling teeth. "How long have you are not been in a relationship? And who ended it you or her...or him... But I don't think your gay" She eyed him for a moment before walking off pushing the cart ahead of her." If you are going to end up being my personal stalker, it'd be nice if you actually talked more then three words a day" She said over her shoulder walking a head, seeing how far ahead she could get without him running up to her, it would be really helpful to know if she planed on slipping away from him, and she was planing on getting away from him. He may be hot and everything, but she did not want nor needed a babysitter. Looking at something Charlie nibbled on her bottom lip and smiled over at the cute guy standing close to her that was holding a basket of different things. Then she noticed Their and gave him a look "What? God he's not going to do anything, I just smiled at the man" She made a gesture at the man who looked uncomfortable now and hurried off without a second glance. Charlie groaned tilting her head back before looking at Their "Are you going to cock block me every change you get or what? Because seriously I may not have a boyfriend, but I still have needs" She hissed at him with a glare and stormed off pushing the cart ahead of her muttering under her breath. Heading to the check-out still muttering under her breath Charlie was trying to keep a head of Their as much as possible. Already making a plan to ditch him for the night. He mostly ignored her questions and focused on watching the crowd. He saw little purpose or point to answering personal questions that had little to do with the situation. When she pushed ahead of him he instinctively lengthened his stride to keep pace with her. It helped he was a head or so taller than she was." I would recommend not pursuing a relationship with anyone, casual or otherwise unless I can be certain they are trustworthy." He glared at the retreating man until he was out of sight. "I will also need to know everything about your friends past, relations, jobs and current address." During the checkout Their scanned eyed the cashier, the neighboring people. They were at their most vulnerable when standing still. When the groceries were paid for he found the heaviest of the bags and picked it up with his left arm. Leaving his right free to grab his weapon if he still needed too. He wanted to get OT the jeep as quickly as possible. Carrying the rest of the bags Charlie was fuming as they walked out of the building to her jeep. This was getting to be really annoying and irritating. First she didn't get straight answers from her dad about what was going on, then she gets robocop to stalk her and scare away anyone that even looks in her direction Digging her keys out of her pocket she unlocked the jeep and opened the hatch, putting the bags in the back she turned and glared at Their for a moment before storming to the drivers side door and got in all but slamming the door closed." You are seriously asking me to just break your freaking nose" She snapped turning her jeep on and cranked the radio up before pulling out of the parking lot and headed to her house. She lived in a smaller suburban area where the houses were a ways apart most with big fences around their property. Pulling into her driveway Charlie put the jeep in park and turned it off "And before you ask no. I can't put the jeep in the garage, it's full" She snapped at Their getting out, grabbed some bags before heading to the front door, unlocking it she pushed it open and gave Their a look "Make sure there are no snipers in the hall or on the stairs, I've been having a real problem with them" Her tone dripping sarcasm and huffed as he walked in a head of her, she waited a whole two seconds before walking in and headed to the kitchen. Setting the bags on the counter Charlie let out a breath. Her house was messy for sure, Charlie wasn't perfect about keeping up with the house cleaning, the floors needed to be vacuumed probably both floors. The living room was a mess on its own. Blankets and pillows scattered on the large sectional couch, coffee table in front of it holding a few dishes, a couple bags of chips, a few magazines and two notebooks that sat open on. The flat screen TV was mounted on the wall with a cabinet underneath it, stacks of DVDs and seasons of different TV shows were stacked up on top of it while more seemed to spill out of behind one of the cabinet doors. The walls were painted a light shade of blue with photos that Charlie had taken framed on the walls. The kitchen wasn't as horrible, but the sink was almost full of dishes and the kitchen table was covered in mail, bills, a few sketches, and other random junk. Going out to get the rest of the bags and her camera bag Charlie grabbed everything else before closing the hatch and headed back inside closing the door with her foot as she walked past. Setting the bags on the counter she started going through them putting everything away nibbling on her bottom lip. She was so getting out of here tonight without Their being her shadow, maybe Britt would be up for some dancing. Her house (At this point he couldn't even guess as to why she was 'this' angry at his presence. Especially because she was stuck with him whether she wanted to be or not. But he said nothing and just continued his silent vigil of anyone and everyone that passed near them. When they arrived at her large and undoubtedly expensive abode he once more ignored her short temper and as at least grateful she allowed him to enter the house first. Even if it was just to insult him further. He placed his bag on the counter and started taking all the details he could have the house. While she packed away groceries he wandered her home and became accustomed to the positions of each room and its contents. "Is there a guest Room?" he called down to her. "I will need somewhere to sleep." he said this causally and emotionlessly as if it was nothing special and no real intrusion on her person. Charlie watched him walk off and huffed to herself "Yeah sure make yourself at home" She muttered putting things away until everything was put away, and she let out a breath looking at the dishes in the sink. Did she really want to put them in the dishwasher? Not really but with Their walking around her house it gave her something to do, so she started loading the dishwasher until he spoke, in sure a casual emotionless, like it was something that got asked every day. "Excuse me?" She asked sharping turning the water off and walked to the bottom of the stairs to glare up at him. "You are not staying here!" She told him firmly "Go stay with dad until you find a place of your own but not here"Seriously she had to live with the man too? It was bad enough that he was her living breathing shadow, but she had to live with the man she didn't know? What had she done to deserve this? She had thought her dad trusted her, but she was starting to question if he really did or not. Walking up the stairs she glared at him, "You are not staying here" She told him again eyes sparking with angry. She should have been intimidated by Their, how he was at lest a good head taller and well the man seemed to be built like a tank but right now Charlie was just angry, standing right in front of him, her head tilted back a little so she could glare up at him. "I'm starting to understand why your girlfriend dumped you" She hissed out "This is my house solider boy and I can and will throw you out. You are not staying here" She ground out again, maybe a foot of space between them. "For your safety miss Salvatore." He was unfazed by her anger or her proximity to his person. "I will remain as close as I can to you at all times. If anyone is to strike the most probable time is in the night." he reasoned. Having a bodyguard just during the day was pointless. Few people were brazen enough or smart enough to attempt something like a murder or a kidnapping in the light of day. "The most likely time would be at night, Which is why it is best for me to remain near you during the night. Which is why the colonel wishes for me to sleep in your house." He looked down the hallway in all directions and then seemed to debate something. "If there is no guest room I can easily take the couch." He offered. It was infuriating that Their didn't even seem fazed by how close to was to him or that she was snapping at him, his tone remanding calm and emotionless as he spoke. "No one is going to kill me! God, what all of a sudden is someone trying to kill me?!" She didn't yell, but it was close "Why the hell won't anyone tell me what the hell is going on?" She snapped and for a split second thought about shoving Their back but then thought against it, because he was still bigger than her, and she doubted shoving him would even get him to stumble back. Glaring up at him Charlie bit back the frustrated scream that wanted out, there was no way getting around this. Her dad had talked to Their before her about her life, then refused to tell her what was going on. Storming past Their she went to the guest room and opened the door "There, now just leave me alone" She snapped walking to her room and slammed the door, pulling her shirt off she tossed it onto a chair that already had clothes thrown on it and grabbed an old shirt from her dresser. An old collage shirt, pulling it over her head she stormed back out of her room and down the stairs. She just grabbed her phone before opening the door for the garage and walked in before slamming it closed behind her, even locked the door for once in her life. She just needed to be alone right now. It hurt finding out that her dad talked and made decisions for her life without even talking to her about it, and wouldn't even give her a straight answer. Letting out a breath Charlie looked at the 1968 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 that was sitting in the garage. It didn't look pretty or like much right now, but she had found it in a junkyard and was restoring it right now. When she was finished with it would look brand new. Turning on the radio she kept in the garage Charlie cranked it up and flicked on more lights before she started working on the car. It always helped her calm down, she was good with her hands and she loved restoring old cars bringing them back to life. Mustang (What it will look like fully restored. Viktor sighed when she walked away and heard her lock the door to her garage. He was certain one of the keys the Colonel gave him would open it, but it would not help his cause to let her know that he had keys to all her personal rooms and spaces this early. He decided it was best to continue his inspection of her home and get acquainted with his new sleeping quarters. It was defiantly far better and more spacious than what he was used to. He tested the bed with one hand and marvelled at how his hand seemed to disappear into the mattress. He would drown in that softness more surely than any body of water. He supposed his few clothes and belongings would arrive at the home tomorrow. Furthermore, he AHD little personal effects, having lived in the army most of his life and unable to carry and keep a houses worth of knick-knacks and clothes. A few memorable and some clothes and other useful items. After about an hour or so Viktor made his way to the garage and knocked on the door. "I would like to inspect the Garage as well miss Salvatore." By the time That knocked on the garage door telling her he wanted to inspect the garage as well Charlie was on. She had snuck out a half hour after locking herself in the garage. She had just left the radio on high and slipped out the side door and met Britt a few driveways down. Britt had taken them back to her apartment where Charlie filled her in on what happened that day, washed up and changed into one of Britt's more sexier shirts before both girls left to go to a club they both loved. Even at six at night it was already filled with life, music could be heard from outside the building and that's what Charlie wanted. She just wanted to dance and forget about everything. She was friends with the bouncer so they were able to get in easier. Walking into the building Charlie smiled "God yes, I need a rum and coke then I am going to spend the next several hours dancing" Britt just laughed as they headed to the bar ordered their drinks before sitting down at an empty table. Charlie downed her drink and went straight to the dance floor, fixing cars and dancing, two things that relaxed her. Closing her eyes, she let the music fill her mind as she started to move to the beat, soon a smile on her lips as she danced. A few strangers danced with her, but it never went past a few light touches and looks, for the most part she danced with Britt and just enjoyed herself. She was pleased and a little surprised at how easy it had been to get away from Their. When she didn't reply he risked unlocking the door and swore loudly when he saw it was empty. He quickly bolted outside and saw that the Jeep was still in the driveway. So she either ran away from him, if that was the case she couldn't have gone to far. Or she was taken from the garage by people who knew her habits. That was a bone chilling possibility. He couldn't raise the alarm to her father this quickly after receiving this assignment. He trusted Viktor enough with his daughters life, and he would be ashamed to call him only a few hours later with news that he lost her. He tore through her house, going through her room, her computer. Even her diary for any indication of where she might have gone if she indeed left on her own. What he found in her diary was enough to give him an idea. Apparently she had a friend who lived nearby, and a location where she liked to go and dance or pick up men. It was hard to tell which of those she preferred while at the club. Still he looked up the address of the club online and jumped into her jeep before breaking several speed limits as he tore through the road to find her. The tires squealed as he curved into the parking lot and slammed the door shut behind him. The look on his face coupled with the fact he was making no effort to hide the weapons held on his belt made him a truly terrifying image. He was pissed, Pure and simple anger filled him, and he would personally gut the first man to get in his way. He ignored the shouts of the people in line outside the club and when the bouncer tried to stop him from getting inside Viktor had him slammed against the brick wall with his forearm pressed against his throat. "Where.... is.... Charlie." He breathed slowly, he was not in the mood for wasting time. The bouncer grunted getting shoved against the wall and looked at the other man "What is your problem?" He ground out as Their asked for Charlie the other man worked on shoving him off "She's inside" He told Their and watched as the other man stormed into the building. Shaking his head the bouncer brushed himself off and went back to doing his job. Taking a break Britt and Charlie were sitting at a table sipping their drinks "Are you sure it's a good idea for you to be here?" Britt asked looking at Charlie who rolled her eyes "Yes it's fine, seriously I am not worth killing" Britt looked at her "Yeah but won't your dad flip when he finds out you left without the bodyguard?" Taking a drink Charlie shrugged her shoulders "Right now I don't care, he is the one that won't tell me anything about what's going on" Britt nodded some but still wasn't too sure about this. "So is he cute?" Charlie made a face "Really? That's what you want to know?" Britt nodded "Yes that's what I want to know answer the question" Sighing Charlie looked at her friend "Fine, he is hot and from what I've seen has a body that is drool worthy" Britt grinned "Mmm nice, at lest he's pretty to look at" Charlie just gave her a cry look "God you and Rosie both, she keeps telling me I should hook up with him" "Well why not?" Charlie groaned "Because I don't know him Britt! He's a complete stranger that I am now forced to live with. I don't know him and how can I when he only says three words a day. That's why I am not going to hook up with him" She grumbled and downed the rest of her rum and coke before getting to her feet. "I'll be back" Britt nodded "Alright"Heading to the bathrooms Charlie muttered under her breath tucking stray hair behind her ear. She was just about to get to the bathrooms when a hand reached out and grabbed her, yelping in surprise Charlie stumbled "What is your problem!?" She snapped expecting it to be Their, only it wasn't. It was a tall man that had a look in his eyes that made Charlie squirm "Let me go" She told him trying to get out of his grip, the man just laughed pulling her away from the crowds. "Let me go!" She yelled again and grunted as he slammed her against the wall, pinning her between him and the wall. "Oh I've been watching you all night. You little tease" HE grinned looking down at her. Eye's widening Charlie struggled to get away "Get off me now!" She yelled trying to break free from the man's tight grip on her body. "You scream all you want, I love it when they scream" He told her eye's roaming over her body while one hand started moving towards her breasts. Viktor let the gasping man down and continued to push through whoever happened to be in his way. Men and woman alike turned to swear at him or ask him what his problem was as he roughly moved them out of his way. A few girls thought he was attractive and tried to approach him but were coldly utterly ignored as he focused on scanning the crowds for Charlie. The club was too damned loud and there were to many people to get good glimpse of Charlie's short frame or hear her voice. He found someone what roughly matched the description of Britt from her diary and computer pictures. And the poor girl soon found herself being towered over by a massive and angry soldier. "Where is Charlie?" He demanded in a deep and rough tone that vibrated throughout her body. When the terrified girl finally told him what he wanted to know he rushed off towards the bathroom to catch the scene playing out. They would be molester quickly found himself bleeding from a series of cuts and bruises as his head was slammed against the nearest wall three times. Viktor real didn't care anymore, under normal circumstances maybe he would have just wrestled the man to the ground and called the police. But he was angry, very angry. And this man was now taking the brunt of his anger. With barely a grunt Viktor picked up the man by his collar and seat and tossed him into the nearest set up of chairs and tables. Letting him groan and keep the many bruises as cuts as a lesson. With that done Viktor Turned to Charlie and laid a grip on her shoulder stronger than steel. "We are leaving, now!" he demanded, and pulled her through the crowds before practically throwing her into the jeep. Britt had been taking a drink when the tall solider stormed over to her looking thoroughly pissed and demanded to know where Charlie was, for a moment Britt was unable to speak just looked up at him before pointing to the bathrooms and squeaked out she went to the bathrooms. She watched as the man rushed off in that direction and let out a breath slumping in her seat some. Well that had to be the solider Charlie had been telling her about. Charlie was bust trying to keep the grabby man's hands off her body and get away from him. "Get off" She hissed pushing his hands away before he grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Yet before anything could happen, the man was ripped away from her, leaving Charlie really confused, that is until she saw Their beating the crap out of the poor man." Thark stop!" She yelled taking a step closer "Stop! You are going to kill him!" She snapped again, trying to get him to stop, yes the man had tried to molest her, but Viktor was going to kill him if he didn't stop "Viktor! Stop" She yelled using his first name only to jump back as the man got dragged to his feet then thrown into the nearest set up of chairs and tables. Green eyes were widened looking at Viktor just the faintest hint of fear of them as she looked at the man, her hair was falling out of the braid now, her shirt rumpled, and she was a little shaken up. She didn't get a change to say anything Their just gripped her shoulder and barked that they were leaving and lead her through the crowds. "Ow That your hurting me!" She hissed wincing from his strong grip and yelped as he practically threw her into the passenger seat of her jeep. "Ow gee! What is your problem?!" She snapped looking at him before she frowned looking at the dashboard. "How did you drive me jeep here?" She demands looking at him "Did you hot wire my jeep?! How the hell did you drive me jeep!" She demanded again starting to get as angry as he was. "I have a Key" he growled and thrust said key into the ignition and wasted no time in rushing back to the house. He said nothing for the drive, but his rage was parable and his figure and force of will was dominating the tiny space. When they pulled into her driveway he quickly got out and ushered her inside the home. Locking the door securely behind them and pulling her into her bedroom and pushing her onto her bed. Whereas before his tone was cold and emotionless and his eyes would just bore straight ahead and looked at everything with an emotionless and logical gaze. Now they were practically burning with rage and his barreled chest was heaving with the effort it took to restrain himself." What the Hell were you thinking?!" he roared. "When I say stay near me and DO NOT" he emphasized. "Go in any room I have not checked. You should God dam Listen!" He took a few more heaving breaths as he starred down at her. She looked even smaller compared to him sitting on her bed while he stood over her. "What would have happened If I wasn't there? Do you think anyone in that club would have seen what was happening? Would they have cared? Heard? And what if it wasn't just a rapist this time!" His hands went to his face as if he could rub the rage and fury from his expression. "Can you not Even guess as to why I am here protecting you specifically?" Their growled out that he had a key and peeled out of the parking lot leaving Charlie fuming in the passenger seat. Her dad had given him keys to her jeep and probably her house, was nothing hers anymore? The house fine her dad and put the first payment on it, so it was a little bit his but her jeep? Charlie had paid for that herself with her own money that she had earned working. She was going to have a very long talk with her father soon. Huffing Charlie jumped out when Their parked and jerked her arm away when he tried to grab her again "I can walk on my own!" She snapped at him walking to the house and unlocked the door before walking in, it was tempting to lock Their out but what good would that do? He apparently had a key, and she was got the feeling he'd break her door down. Heading to the kitchen a yelp of surprise came from the woman as Their grabbed her and all up dragged her up the stairs "Hey! What the hell!? Let me go!" She snapped as he stormed to her room. "Oh what? You going to put me in a time-out?!" She hissed trying to get him to let her go. Squealing as he pushed her onto her bed, Charlie's eye widened for a split second flashing with fear until it left her eyes. Sitting on the edge of her bed Charlie looked up at the man that towered over her, his chest heaving like he was restraining himself and his eyes? Yeah, they were a blaze of fury right now, she was starting to question if it had been a good idea to sneak out a little. Yet Charlie refused to cower in fear, she was not going to let him keep pushing her around. Lifting her chin she glared right back up at him, her own eyes sparking with anger. When he roared at her, Charlie flinched, but her glaring gaze never left his own. "Stop yelling at me" She told him in an even tone before snorting as he went on "I would have handled it! I was taking care of it when you came barreling in!" She yelled back "And get out of my face!" She yelled managing to get to her feet, even if the back of her legs were pressed against the mattress and bed frame. There was little room between Their and the bed, causing the two of them to be just barley touching. Glaring up at him Charlie placed both hands on his chest a gave a hard shove "Get out of my face!" She snapped again shoving against his chest until he finally took a step back. As he spoke again Charlie exploded all the frustration and anger building up all day exploding "No! God dammit! I don't know why you are fucking here! No one is giving me a straight fucking answer!" She yelled "I don't get why someone would try and kill me! And if it's just so you can babysit me then get the fuck out of my house! I am an adult! I can take care of myself and don't want some stick up his ass robocop that is rude and treats me like a child fallowing me!" "I am not here for your sake Dammit!" he roared. "I am not even here for your fathers' sake. You're getting killed is the least of your fathers worries." he growled. "Hell it is the least of everyone's worries as callous as that sounds. The nightmare scenario here is you being kidnapped!" He was on a tirade now, if she didn't now the true extent of what her life was worth to the nation's enemies than she was about to learn. "What if that man was a Terrorist? A guerilla fighter against one of our allied governments? I was in the same club you were, and he had you pinned, Do not try to deny that." His tone calmed to a normal level, but there was a passion in his voice as he spoke more words now than he probably ever had in one sitting and ever would again." Let's say he slipped something into your drink first and carried you out of the club? After all who notices a young couple leaving a nightclub together. Of course, you're to drugged out to notice the van he takes you into or the four other men waiting inside with rope and a blindfold. Your friend thinks you must have gotten laid and thinks nothing of it until three days pass, and she wonders why you haven't been returning her calls. It's another four days before someone Even thinks to contact your father and call the police. And god knows how long until the FBI decides to shut down the airport and the national guard begin sweeping the state!" he was practically livid as he began to pace back and forth in front of her." But of course it's too fucking late because you have already been smuggled to some godforsaken cave in the middle of North Africa. And a video is sent to your father showing you being beaten and electrocuted. Oh, it doesn't end there. Because now they saw he must get them all the information he can on American agents working against their terrorist cell and their locations and families so they can do a preventive strike against our own people. As well as release or break out as many of their imprisoned Comrades as possible. And the best part is they threaten to cut of one of your fingers every twenty-four hours their demands aren't met!" He was starting to make his way back in front of her until there was less space between them than before." So now the United States ceases to have a secretary of defense. Instead, it just has a father with access to many of the countries most guarded secrets and connections to discover countless more, who can't turn to the President for help because he will be told the United States doesn't negotiate with terrorists, period. And now has to comply and endanger the lives of dozens of Americans citizens and their families unless he wants to receive the first of your fingers in a parcel on his front doorstep the following morning!" His heaving chest was now practically pressing against her, and he noticed how incredibly small she looked barely coming up to his massive chest." So please do not think I am here on your account because I am really here to make sure that This country isn't exposed to a security leak that could Single handed collapse our foreign Intelligence and International security, Not to mention any credibility we have on the world stage." He fought hard to calm himself even further and the rant defiantly helped blow of some much-needed steam on that front. "So next time I ask you not to enter a room, make a friend, or visit anywhere, without me having inspected it first, And able to be within arm's reach of you and any attacker near you. Maybe you will comply and Realize That there is a bigger picture than your own Life!" Charlie flinched when he roared in her face again that he wasn't here for her sake and surprisingly didn't stop talking. "Gee I'm flattered" She huffed out as he told her that her dying was the last of everyone's worries, well that was nice to know. "Kidnapped?" She managed to get in before Their started up again. Charlie didn't understand why someone would kidnap her, she was well. Just her, normal. "Fine he had me pinned, but I could have handled it! You ripped him off before I could do anything!" She shot back defending herself before Their started up once again. Several thoughts came to mind as he went on, none of them would be very wise to say right now. First was this had to be the most Their had spoken in a year, second she was smart and didn't take drinks from strangers and never left a drink then came back to it, she got new one and Britt wasn't stupid, she would get worried right off the bat if Charlie hadn't come back and didn't tell her where she was going. Charlie didn't just hook up with random men all the time, Britt would know something is up. Third why now? Why all of a sudden was everyone worried about her getting kidnapped by terrorists? Watching as Their paced her room Charlie frowned arms crossing over her chest as he went on, right now it was pointless to even try and get a word in, she was expecting him to start making wild hand gestures soon. When he stood in front of her again chest heaving, she was forced to take a step back, legs pressed up against the bed again, and they were still touching to the point they were almost pressed against each other. Glaring up at him Charlie's eyes sparked god dammit why did he have to be so tall? She hated that she had to look up at him to glare, it was tempting to stand on the bed so they'd be more eye level with each other. "Why now?! Why all o the sudden is everything thinking I'll be kidnapped?!" She snapped "And would you get out of my space!" Her hands went to his chest shoving hard again trying to make him take a step back. "In case you haven't noticed I've only been kidnapped once! And all they wanted was money! That is the only time, and it was over ten years ago! Why the hell now are we so worried that some terrorist is going to kidnap me?" She snapped glaring up at him, hands going to his chest again to shove him back more." And if you really think that I'm that shallow and selfish to even think about letting dad put me before hundreds of lives then you are dumber than you look! I would rather let them beat me to death then having dad do what they want!" She yelled furious that he really thought she'd just let her dad put her above everyone else, she'd kill herself before they got her dad to give them anything. "Do you actually think they are going to care whether you want your father to accept their demands or not? Is your permission and opinion really the first thing they are going to ask?" how the hell could she be so naive? "All that matters is how your father reacts to the sight of your finger on his doorstep. And believe me that will fore any father too pay any price and concede any demand to save their child. And the fact you have already been kidnapped makes this situation worse. Because now Other interested parties know it is possible!" She looked even smaller now than before. Straining to look up at him, He was still absolutely livid right now but in the back of his mind he could only think of how pretty she was. Despite the enormous amount of anger in the room he found one of his arms wrapping itself around her and picking her up as if she weighed little more than a child to raising her on eye level with himself. He starred hard into her eyes, his chest still heaving and his breath hot. Before either of them knew what was coming he kissed her with an intensity and strength that was either spurred on by his anger or pushing through despite it. Glaring up at him Charlie was seriously starting to think about standing on the bed so they'd be more eye level, it was getting ridiculous having to glare up at his past his heaving chest. Like he was barely controlling himself. "My bodyguard kidnapped me! It wasn't very have for him to get away with it! He was with me all the fucking time!" She yelled "And what others?! Why the hell now is someone going to suddenly kidnap me?! I haven't had a bodyguard in years! Why all of a sudden now?!" She yelled wanting to know why all of a sudden everyone was so worried about this. Charlie was so angry and frustrated that she could scream, and she was about to if Their didn't get out of her face and didn't start answering her questions without yelling at her. Suddenly one of his arms was hooking just under her rump getting her to squeal in surprise "Put me down!" She hissed now eye level with him, well at lest she could look him in the eyes without having to look up, but he held her so effortlessly with one arm like she weights hardly anything at all. "Their I swear to god if you don't-" Her threat was cut off by his lips crashing on top of hers. Getting Charlie's eyes to widen in surprise as Their kissed her with such intensity and strength, leaving Charlie stunned for a second before she ended up kissing him back. Her hands curled into fists on his chest, his shirt bunched up in her hands. It was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and just dragged you under, the toes curling in delight while this intense heat rushed through your body. Then her mind finally caught up to her and Charlie realized just who she was kissing. Pulling back Charlie looked at Their green eyes wide as she tried not to pant "What the hell was that for?" She asked sounding a little breathless eyes searching his face while she cheeks grew red. The way she returned his kiss, The way her arms sent slack while her hands clenched and the sound of her breath when he released the kiss. She enjoyed it. Hell she probably loved it. There was just something about this woman that he wanted, Craved even. With the effects of that kiss still coursing its way through his veins he felt as if he could kill a hundred men if it meant reaching her just one more time. Despite her question he decided it was not a time for words right now. This was a moment that needed action. His body and loins were practically burning with his desire to have this woman. To claim her as his own in the most primal way possible. He carefully dropped her on her back into the mattress before preceding to Remove his jacket and shirt. Saying nothing the entire time, only starring into her eye's and letting her see the strength and bearing of him as a man. "Strip" was the only word that rumbled from deep within his chest. Soon his shirt was off and tossed in the corner to expose his heavily muscled chest. His fingers fought to remove his belt and soon succeeded and as it too was thrown away the sound of his trousers unzipping signalled that another article of clothing was not too far behind. Trying not to pant Charlie looked at Their, his shirt still bunched in her fists, her heart hammering in her chest while the heat still coursed through her veins. God, what was it with this man? He put very nerve on end, infuriated her to no end, yet she also wanted him, hell right now she craved his man to take her. She wanted to feel the raw power that he possessed. She makes a squeaking down as he dropped her onto her bed, their eye's still locked together, she watched him take his sports jacket off then start to work on the buttons of his shirt. He said one word, it seemed to rumble from his chest and got Charlie biting down on her bottom, between the one word and the burning desire and lust in his eyes she slid off the bed and started wiggling out of the tight jeans, and kicked them away before pulling her shirt up and off her tossed it to the side leaving her in lacy panties and matching bra. Sucking in a breath as his shirt was added to the floor showing the hard muscle of his chest. The desire to trace every muscle with her tongue was strong. Hungry eyes trailed over his muscles while she reached back undoing the clasp of her bra and let it fall setting her breasts free then wiggled out of her panties. Was she going to regret this in the morning? Oh, she probably would, but right now? Right now she wanted sex and that was all that mattered right now. Heart hammering in her chest Charlie reached out her fingers starting to run over the hard muscles on his chest, loving how they shifted and tensed under her touch. Hands roamed his chest while she looked back up at his face the same burning lust and desire in her green eyes. "God I want you" She breathed out gaze moving back to his chest. She had a tight little body. One that he would fondle, caress, squeeze and do anything he willed to. He felt her petite fingers tracing their way along his muscles. They were soft and delicate. He felt as if he could break them simply by flexing with enough force. When he was fully naked and his cock was hanging between his legs, Already starting to thicken and gorge itself to its full length. He was never shy in front of woman about his size. He never really bothered to compare it to anything else. Furthermore, he was large that much he knew, and no woman he was ever with complained about it and how he used it. He let his own hands roam over her shoulders, down her chest and fondle her breasts with a firm grip. But soon he knew that as much as she wanted him, he wanted her. His hands moved back up to her shoulders and firmly pushed her down to her knees so she had a clear and close view of his cock which by now was standing long, thick, hard and proud in the warming air of the bedroom. The head of his shaft was pointing directly at her, and he rested one of his strong hands on top of her head. "Suck." The second word rumbled out, this time it wasn't simply spoken, It was a command. A deep and lustful command for her to pleasure his manhood as he knew she wanted so badly to do. Fingers tracing over his chest, Charlie let her nails scrape against his tanned skin softly sometimes. When she'd come to a scar she'd trace it over with his fingers memorizing where every scar was on his chest and shoulders. She wanted to explore his whole body, but before she could his hands slid over her shoulders. Shivering from his touch goosebumps pricked her skin, when he got to her breasts Charlie let out a moan her hands stilled while her back arched some thrusting his breasts more into his large calloused hands. "Mmm" She murmured nails digging into his chest lightly, nipples turning into hard nubs from the attention. When he stopped Charlie blinked looking up at him in question but didn't fight it as he pushed her down onto her knees. Now face to face with his rather large erection Charlie caught her bottom lip between her teeth looking at it, god she could feel herself getting wet just looking at it. She glanced up at him as one of his large hands rested on the top of her head, and he gave a one word order. Now normally Charlie didn't like it or let the men completely take control and order her around, right now? Right now the woman didn't care, she just wanted Their. Eye's went from his face back to the large erection that was in front of her face. Taking his shaft in one hand she started stroking him while her lips parted, and she took some of him into her mouth. One hand still stroking him, her eyes lifted back to his face while she started to suck off him, slowly taking more of him into her mouth as she did a low moaning sound coming from her. He half closed in eyes as he felt her small mouth warp itself around his head. She had a small mouth like the rest of her body, but it felt so good. He felt her take even more of him into her mouth and once again focused his gaze down on her. "Deeper" he bade her. He wanted to see just how much of his length she could take. Judging by the sounds she was making with what she was already working with she probably would be more than willing. One hand stroking what wasn't in her mouth Charlie looked up at him as he gazed down at her and gave another order. Again any other time Charlie wouldn't have done it but this time she didn't care just parted her lips more taking more of his thick member into her mouth with a low moan. Wet slurping sounds filled the room as Charlie sucked off him, bobbing her head sometimes while one had worked the rest of his member. One hand slipped between her legs and started stroking herself while she sucked off him getting Charlie to moan low in her throat again. Gaze went back up to Their. God, she couldn't take much more of this, she needed him and needed him now. When he looked down at her eager and hungry eyes he knew what she wanted. She was already pleasuring herself in preparation. Her oral skills were excellent, He was loathe OT end this experience. Especially not knowing how much of his length she could really take in her mouth. Still he firmly pulled her off of his cock and picked her up from the floor, tossing her casually on her back into the bed. He crawled onto the mattress above her. His heavy frame sinking them into the soft mattress almost to a comical depth. His shaft, still wet from her attentions only moments earlier was now moving itself slowly towards her nether regions. His strong hands easily reached down and spread her legs nice and wide to accommodate him. Just as the head of his cock was rubbing against her entrance he locked eyes with Charlie. He was going to take her, and not just make love. Today...tonight. He wanted to fuck her, plain and simple, Primal and raw. When Their pulled her back to her feet Charlie looked at him breathing slightly labored and licked her lips only to squeal in surprise when he picked her up and tossed her onto her bed. Landing on her back she looked up at him leaning up on her elbows some, an almost wicked grin on her lips eyes holding lust in them. She watched him crawl onto the mattress to hover over her. She could feel the raw power the man possessed radiating off him even more now. Hands reached out, going on his shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and shift under her hands as she raised her hips a little as he parted her legs. Feeling the head of his cock rubbing against her entrance she gave a low moan eyes locking with his. Biting down on her bottom lip Charlie looked at him understand completely what he was saying, this wasn't anything but sex, plain and simple lust filled sex and that was exactly what Charlie wanted. "Oh god please" She breathed out back arching more, hands gripping his shoulders, her nails scraping against his skin lightly. Viktor felt her nails dig into his shoulder blades and his own back arched slightly to press against her body even more. He started to push his cock inside her. Slowly inch by inch he felt her stretch around his length as he slowly invaded her body. It was clear after a few inches that she was no virgin by any means. Still he pushed deeper and deeper until he simply couldn't push himself any further into her petite tunnel. He didn't know how much of him was inside her, but he suspected it wasn't all of him. "I can push more." he offered. Unsure of how this would feel for her. "Are you willing?" A throaty moan went past Charlie's lips as Viktor slowly pushed into her, inch by inch into her tight pussy. Gasping she moaned back arched up, head tilted back, nails digging into his skin. "Oh god." She breathed out. God, he was big! There was a pinch of discomfort until her walls adjusted more around him, biting down on her bottom lip Charlie moaned at the feeling, never having someone that large inside her. Toes curling she looked at him breathing already a little labored "Give me a second" She told him, nails still digging into his back with her back arched. When the discomfort melted away leaving her with this unimaginable pleasure Charlie nodded "Do it, I want all of you" She told him. Lifting her hips a little more Charlie looked at him, moaning as he started slowly pushing more of himself into her. "MMM, oh god" Viktor wasted no time in pushing the rest of his shaft inside of her. Soon he was buried to the hilt and pushing against the very entrance to her womb. When he was fully settled inside of her he didn't let her mind adjust or anything. He was claiming her body in the most primal way possible and his thrusting started out slow and steady. Long strokes in and out of her body with his shaft twitching every now and again in pleasure. She felt so soft and warm. He was buried in a smoothness that was impossible to compare to any other substance or feeling. It just felt right to have himself impaling her with every inch of his cock. Head tilted back, biting down on her full bottom lip Charlie let out a throaty moan as Their was fully sheathed inside of her. Her nails dug into his back from the shear pleasure, there was a little discomfort, but that quickly started to fade. "Oh my god" She gasped out back arching up more as Their thrust inside of her, long slow steady strokes that went right to her core. Fiery tension wound up inside her of as her hips rose to meet each thrust. "Mmm" Despite what everyone thought Charlie hadn't had sex in a while and now? Now she felt like she would explode from the bliss. "I- I can't. Oh, my I'm going to cum soon" She moaned out nails raking across his broad back, breathing getting more uneven while the tension built up tighter and tighter inside of her.

Fire and Dynamite (Ollumhammersong-Music)|rating:3.0

Object of Desire

Closed for Bud Leonard and me. Sierra Hughes19 Years Height: 5' 6"Appearance: Curly black hair, sharp features and warm tan Measurements: 36C - 25 - 37Sierra stared down at the name card she held between her fingers. It was the third modelling agency that had approached her in as many days, and she was beginning to wonder if they were that desperate, or if she really did have what it takes. This last one was a little different though. The guy that had approached her was a well-dressed gentleman, and was every bit as charming with his words as his suit was. Just before he left her to 'think it over', he did mention that he needed her portfolio if she was ever interested. And he added that he wanted to see 'sexy' photos. Even though she detected a gleam in his eyes as he said it, she quickly brushed it off. It probably wasn't anything like what she had in mind when he said it. But it got her curious anyway. And now she wanted to prove to herself if she could really make it in this industry. Only problem for now was, she didn't have any portfolio to speak of, let alone 'sexy' photos. Apart from whatever was on her boyfriend's camera-phone - not that she would want anyone to see light on those photos. Picking up the phone, she decided to call the one photographer friend she knew... Chris Stevenson25 years old medium build, toned but not Light brown hair and green eyes. Chris was sitting at his computer, working with his latest round of pictures. Unlike some of the purists in his small circle of photographer friends, Chris enjoyed "going digital." It made things a lot easier when he didn't have to worry about the film running out. He'd been a photographer for about ten years now, although he'd always had an interest in the subject. He'd gotten his first camera, a small disposable one, at the age of nine and never looked back. His first credit came with his first decent camera at fifteen, and people always said he had an eye for interesting subjects. It was those interesting subjects that Chris loved to photograph the most. He loved working with people, making them feel special and beautiful. Even though he was making a steady living as a freelance photographer for the local paper, he hoped to move into portraits for a major magazine sometime soon. Chris always played loud music when he worked, and it was almost always classical or classic rock. Today, it was classical, and it was so loud, he didn't hear the phone buzz at first. He picked it up on the last ring, not bothering to see who it was." Yeah, hello, what want?" Appointment"Is that Vanessa Mae you're listening to?" Sierra started, but decided to continue without waiting for an answer. After all she had yet to greet Chris properly." Chris, it's Sierra here," Sierra paused for a moment, letting the name sink in. She knew it was unlikely he would know a second Sierra; it was equally unlikely that he would forget who she was. After all, they met under rather pleasant circumstances. She could hear Chris turning down the music in the background, and then she continued. And she told him about the situation. She swore she could hear him almost jump when she mentioned the name of that talent scout she met earlier, but he had not mentioned anything else, so she decided not to probe, for now." So will you be interested in taking photos of me?" I paused, giving him some time to think it over. I didn't want to mention that I could hardly afford to pay him though, but I was sure we could work something out if my interview with the firm went well. Sierra. He remembered her well, though they'd only met a few times before. He was drunk once and hung over the second, so he barely remembered the image of her sucking on some guy's tongue at a house party down the block and the way her breasts heaved inside a sports bra when she bugged him for a glass of water. They'd hit it off that last time, and managed to have a pretty good conversation. She was a smart girl, a lovely girl, who didn't really seem to be aware of how good she looked. So when Sierra told him about the modeling opportunity, he didn't tell her that he knew the company she mentioned, or that he knew they were little more than soft-core porn, or that they were planning a move into harder stuff. He knew all that, and he knew he should probably tell her, but he didn't. Still, the thought of her in...well, it made his voice catch and his cock jump a little bit. And it jumped a little bit more when she asked him if she'd be interested in taking some photo of her. He cleared his throat, shook his thoughts free, and smiled over the phone." Absolutely. What time's good for you?" Glad Sierra was a little surprised that he had agreed so quickly. She did hear that Chris was a really talented photographer and was making a fair bit already on the side, as a semi-professional photographer. She was just hoping that Chris hadn't already assumed that she would be able to pay him for his services." How about, this afternoon? It is pretty urgent I suppose," she started, and then wondered what exactly she was going to wear for the photoshoot. So much so that it took her mind off asking him about payment once more. "This afternoon's great. I'll see you when I see you." Chris hung up the phone and smiled, happy he'd get to see her again, and more than a little aroused at the thought of photographing her. All that was on his mind for the next four hours, as he set up his equipment in his small studio, is what she would wear. Linear? Costumes, like a naughty schoolgirl or a saucy business woman? Or would she just wear normal clothes for a normal shoot. Either way, he didn't care... A headache Sierra heaved a sigh of relief, and with a smile. She was glad she had found a photographer, and was glad that it was going to be Chris. For some reason, the idea of the potential awkwardness of posing sexily in front of someone she hardly knew did not hit her at all. In fact, she was looking forward to seeing Chris again. The next problem though, was what she could wear for the photoshoot. She pulled out a small duffel bag, and then opened the door to her wardrobe. She filled the bag up with low-cut or sheer tops (or both) initially, followed by short skirts and one pair of tight-fitting pants. Then she threw in two dresses, both club wear, before moving on to lingerie. She took a few moments to contemplate, before throwing in pretty much anything that had lace on it, and then stopped at the final item. It was an item her boyfriend loved, and they always ended up having sex every single time she wore it to bed. She threw it into the bag as well, before closing the zip with some difficulty.~~~Less than an hour later, she was standing outside Chris's studio, knocking on the door. Chris heard the knock on the door right as he finished setting up the last lights. He went to it, opened it, and smiled at Sierra. She looked great -- gorgeous, even." Hey, how are you doing?" he said, his eyes going to her huge bag." Wow, a lot of wardrobe, huh? Thought we were only taking a few pictures." He shrugged. "Well, come on in." Still comfortable Sierra stepped into the studio, and took a moment to appreciate the work that he had already put in to set up the lights and everything else. For a moment, it almost felt intimidating." Well to be honest I brought quite a few, hoping that you may have some suggestions," Sierra had assumed that Chris had enough experience in these type of photoshoots.Currently, she was dressed in just a simple t-shirt with jeans, with her make-up already done up, and her hair let down." Well the talent scout I mentioned to you wanted a sexy portfolio," I reiterated." You have any ideas for that?" I said, as I opened my duffel bag and began pulling out some of my outfits. But the pieces of lingerie remained in the bag for now. Chris caught a glimpse of the lingerie as she opened the bag to pull out a sheer top. Amazing. She'd really come prepared. When she started to show him the outfits, though, asking what he thought would be good, he shook his head." Sierra, the goal with this is to make you look sexy, and you look nervous enough without having to wear something skimpy right off the bat. What you've got on is fine. I'd rather you be comfortable than half-nude." He motioned towards the main studio, the center of the lights." Why don't you just go ahead and step over there and start to pose for me a little? Do what you feel comfortable with, but let's not strip down just yet."" Remember. Sexiness is a state of mind." And then he shook his head -- god, he was so lame. Ready Sierra smiled. She had come prepared either way - the t-shirt and jeans outfit wasn't just a coincidence. But she was glad to know that Chris knew what he was doing too. And eagerly stepped into the space in front of the camera and lights." Ready when you are," she announced. Chris smiled at her and began to snap photos. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was ready to meet her each step of the way." Why don't you start by running your hands through your hair?" Playing with her hair Sierra decided to take his advice, and to go further than that. She pushed back her hair, and held it up behind her in a bun, striking a few poses as Chris continued to click away. She made sure that his shots captured her sharp features, and she posed in positions that accentuated either her long legs, her full chest, or both. Then, she allowed her hair to fall back down over her shoulders, letting parts of her fringe cover her face naturally, and struck different poses by alternating the positions of her shoulders, the position of where she placed her hands on her body. Finally, she moved on to running her fingers through her hair, throwing her head backwards as she did so. Chris kept clicking. She was wonderful at this -- she knew how to take a suggestion and run with it. And her beautiful face and body only helped. While she looked away, off camera, he reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself. He already had felt himself becoming aroused, so he made sure that if he became Moreno, his cock would point down rather than out." Sierra, you're beautiful. You're a natural. So, why don't you start to put your hands on your body. Hands on your hips, behind your head, things like that." What next? Sierra kept at the poses, but after a while even she was beginning to run out of poses. She was still an amateur after all. But she could tell that Chris seemed to enjoy the poses where she placed her hands behind her head the most. She realized it was the way her chest pushed out against her t-shirt, and that it must have looked very tempting indeed. And then it hit her for the first time - she was beginning to feel sexy. Deciding to indulge in herself, and in Chris a little, she reached for the back and sides of her head once more, throwing her head back, thrusting her chest forward. It did look tempting -- very tempting. As she thrust her breasts towards him, Chris felt his cock continue to rise. Still, a professional to the end, he kept taking photos, telling her how beautiful she looked, how sexy she was. And she was sexy, unbelievably so. It was really turning him on just to watch her become more comfortable with that fact. He cleared his throat and looked up from the camera. "Okay, Sierra, why don't you start to show me a little skin. You don't have to take your top off. Belly, shoulder, small of the back, things like that?" Looking back to the camera, he wondered what bra she had on, hoping he'd catch a glimpse of it. He hoped it was red... Breathing Sierra realized that once she was in the mood, or state of mind as Chris had said, she began to feel the physiological effects. It didn't take long for her to notice that her breathing was becoming slightly heavier, and her pulse starting to race a little. Sierra also noted the irony that Chris, a male, had to teach her how to pose sexily. But she wasn't the least bit embarrassed, but instead was slightly impressed at how good he was in encouraging her, both with his words, and with his camera. Fortunately, she had picked out a t-shirt that had a certain bounce to the material. It could be stretched if necessary, unlike the usual cotton feel of t-shirts. The first thing she did was to tug at the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it down and immediately showing a lot more cleavage than the round neck would usually show. Not to mention, that now her full breasts became a lot more clearly defined underneath the fabric of her top. Strangely enough, a single thought came to her mind as she did this, bending forward a little to give the camera (and Chris) even more visual access to her delectable cleavage. I hope he likes red. He smiled, his brain becoming foggy as he looked at her wonderful cleavage, words barely forming in his mouth." Wonderful, Sierra. Wonderful." He snapped a few photos as she vamped, although it was harder and harder to focus." You're doing great. Keep going if you'd like." Making faces Sierra playfully releases the fabric of her t-shirt, allowing her breasts to bounce a little as they are released from the tension of her hold. She starts to pucker up her lips, first in a pout, then in a smooch-like shape. Her hands returned to the bottom of the t-shirt, but this time to pull the hem up, revealing her tanned and toned stomach. Sierra turned one way, and then the other, arching her back at times, thrusting her chest out during others. But even she was running out of ideas. At least with the clothes she had on for now. Chris could tell, as he watched her purse her lips and expose her smooth, tanned belly to him, that she was running out of ideas, out of ways to pose. He was too. He didn't want her to strip down just yet, wanting to maintain her -- and his -- pleasure as long as possible, plus, he didn't know if she was ready for that yet. To be honest, he was afraid to ask her. But what else, he pondered, looking around the studio. Aha! He stepped away from the camera and picked a small bucket up off the floor. Heading over to the kitchen sink, he filled it with cool water. As he handed it to Sierra, he saw the confusion in her eyes. He gave her a little smirk, and headed back behind the lens, where he said..." Let's change it up, shall we?" He began to snap photos again... Playing with Waterloo: Wasn't it Chris? Sierra stood there, thinking for a long moment what she could possibly do with a bucket of water. Then ideas began to hit her." It'd be really helpful if I could get a piece of sponge...and you're ok with the studio getting a little...wet?" Sierra asked, playfully teasing with the last word. IOC: Yes, sorry. Got confused with another RP. Hope you don't hate me, lol. Not moving from behind his camera, Chris flashed her a brilliant smile." Of course. That's why I got it out. In fact, if you look, you might find a piece of sponge in the bucket."" Now what you choose to do with it... I leave up to you." Missing something"Well, we are missing a car...but... I'm sure I can find something else that needs washing," the moment Sierra said that even she felt a little surprised. Not only was she feeling sexy, but now she was bordering on slutty. But she realized she had started something that she didn't want to stop - it felt too exciting to stop here. Standing over the small bucket now, she bent forward and pulled the sponge out of the water. She squeezed it dry the first time, and began making cute poses with it. Chris had to laugh at her braveness. His cock was throbbing now, begging to be released, but again...he wanted this to last as long as possible." Yeah," he said, laughing again. "Have you been a dirty girl? Do you need to wash yourself down?" He didn't know if that was the right thing to say, but it seemed like it at the time. So he covered with, "I actually think it'll be sexier if you leave your shirt on for now, too." He kept taking photos, the professional in him saying, "Don't stop, no matter what. If you can control the photos, you can control yourself." So he kept snapping, waiting for her next move. Feigned surprise Sierra looked a little shock when he mentioned keeping her shirt on. "I wasn't planning on taking my shirt off..." She retorted, though without as much conviction as the voice that was in her mind. Yet. But now that it was no longer an option, she had to think really hard about what she could do with whatever that she had. For one, she knew there was a lot more she could do with the elasticity of the t-shirt she had on. There was little doubt this was her favorite top, not to mention her boyfriend's. She allowed a soft tune to creep into her mind - Take My Breath Away - and then began to slowly sway her hips, and her body to the slow sensual beginning. She even closed her eyes for a few moments, shutting out the fact that she was dancing in the middle of an acquaintance's photo studio, and instead, imagining that she was somewhere else altogether. Sierra bent down at her knees, and placed the sponge at the bottom of her feet. She allowed the sponge to slowly travel up her shapely legs, letting the action of scrubbing using the sponge bring extra attention to her already very attractive figure. Once she reached the top of her thighs, she decided to be a little bolder. Turning so that her side profile was facing the camera, she pushed her ass out and bent forward slightly, but placed the sponge playfully on her bottom, accentuating the curves of her figure. She made a slow scrubbing motion, as if polishing her ass, and she turned away from the camera, giving the camera and Chris a full view of her lovely heart-shaped ass. Apart from the fact that she was still wearing her jeans, Sierra was sure it must still have been quite an alluring sight anyhow. To top it off, she turned her head, and looked back into the camera over her shoulder, with her body still bent forward. Playfully inviting, and maybe even naughty must be the words that come to mind. And then she decided to move on. Sierra moved the sponge along the top half of her body now, letting the sponge outline the shape of her figure. Naturally the protrusion came as she moved the sponge over her full chest, and she playfully stopped at where the nipples would be, before moving on. Now, pulling up the bottom of her t-shirt, she revealed her toned navel area once more, and moaned a little as the soft sponge touched her naked flesh. There was still remnants of the water that it had soaked up initially, and she could feel the cold moisture on her smooth skin as she dragged the sponge across. By now she had the music deeply embedded in her mind, her body already taking a life of its own. Without thinking further, she dipped the entire sponge back into the bucket, and as she raised it again, she did not squeeze it dry this time. With the water still flowing freely from the end of the sponge, she pulled it up, almost over her head, and allowed the water to splash down into her cleavage... Be professional. Be professional. Be professional. It became like a mantra to Chris, as he snapped photos and watched her run the dry sponge up her legs, swaying her hips to some invisible tune. But still, she was turning him on, and his mouth kept going dry, his thoughts kept getting clouded, and his cock kept pressing up against his thigh, growing. Then, she bent over, showing her lovely ass to him, and turned her head back towards the camera. As she looked at the camera, with that playful, inviting look on her face, Chris almost died. It reminded him so much of the cheesecake photos of the 30s and 40s -- the same photos that had inspired him to become a photographer. He had to reach down and readjust himself when she turned away again. Still, it was getting hot in the studio as well, and Chris was sweating under the suit jacket he normally wore for photo shoots. Never taking his eye off the camera, he unbuttoned it and peeled it away from his toned body, leaving him dressed in just a t-shirt and jeans. Kind of like her. Silent for so long, he lost a little control when she rubbed the sponge against her bare belly, the remaining water trickling against her skin, letting out a soft moan. Chris himself lost a little bit of control when he responded, "Oh, Sierra..." His voice was rough and low -- immediately he hoped she didn't hear. But it was too quiet for that in the studio, an erotic kind of quiet. As she bent down again, he saw that she didn't drain the sponge, and he'd seen enough photo shoots to know where this was going. In fact, it was where he kind of hoped it would. Chris stepped away from the camera again to show Sierra the best way to do it -- holding an invisible sponge above his head, he squeezed, shaking his hair. It was pretty damn funny, almost as funny as the fact that he didn't realise his "readjustment" had made his arousal quite visible... IOC: I've got it! Anyway, was just wondering if you wanted to carry on from where we left off? If so I need to get back into *that* mood again first. We can pick up where we left off, or, if you've got another idea, we can jump ahead in the timeframe. I'm agreeable to anything. IOC: I'm taking you up on your idea, jumping ahead. But not THAT far ahead. Sierra stood in the washroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She was definitely getting more than what she had bargained for. Somewhere in between her semi-striptease and the incessant clicking of the camera, she actually got into the mood so much she was turned on. The splash of water did some good to shake her up a little, even if it meant that the entire front of her t-shirt was wet and clinging to her naked breasts underneath. Yes, she seldom wore bras with t-shirts, simply because she was blessed with full and taut breasts even at her cup size. She peeled the t-shirt up and over her head now, noting for a brief moment how hard her nipples were. She then glanced over to the pile of clothing next to the sink. It was going to be her next outfit.+++Stepping out of the washroom, she felt a little naked. She was a little afraid of the camera; looking into the camera, knowing that Chris was looking back at her made her feel so exposed. Vulnerable. But for some reason she was also a little excited, and flattered. She could tell that Chris was aroused as well. And it wasn't because of the conspicuous bulge showing at the front of his pants. No, it was when their eyes met. "Idiot." Chris cursed himself as he set up for the next shot. He'd allowed himself to groan loudly, breaking the mood and causing Sierra to suggest an outfit change. That wasn't the only reason -- Chris's professionalism was being clouded by his lust for Sierra. It was only until she dumped the water all over her C-cups that he realised how much he wanted her, and how long he'd wanted her for. But she had a boyfriend -- he knew that much -- and he was going to make sure she got her money's worth. The photos were coming out really well. If only he could keep it together. He looked back towards the bag of clothes and smirked. She thought he hadn't seen her outfit, but he'd caught a glimpse of it -- enough to know what she had planned. Chris walked over and pulled a small desk in front of the camera.+++The door opened and Sierra stepped out, clearly nervous. Jesus Christ Chris thought as he looked at her, and his arousal grew again. He'd guessed correctly on the outfit. Sierra had chosen an old schoolgirl uniform. A red plaid skirt went just above the knee, and the white top was unbuttoned slightly and tied up, revealing her perfect, taut tummy. The top was clearly a little too small for her firm, taut breasts -- it pulled tightly around them, and the material was just white enough for Chris to catch a glimpse of the lacy bra underneath. A matching red tie completed the ensemble, draped around Sierra's shoulders. Sierra and Chris stared into each other's eyes -- she saw his lust, he was embarrassed that she did -- but he also saw in hers that she was still vulnerable, and yet, excited. Flattered? He wasn't sure. Chris smiled at her, and clapped his hands. "That's really great, Sierra. But I think one final..." He consulted his equipment, and, with a flourish, pulled down a backdrop behind the desk he'd set up. It was of a typical classroom. With that, Chris got behind the camera and waited. Sierra was a little taken aback by the setting. It was so appropriate, yet naughty at the same time. Still, she wasn't quite sure if she was ready for this - she felt at a loss as to how or what kind of poses she should be striking up." How should I..." she trailed off, and gave a rather helpless expression. She wasn't sure how to start this shoot. Chris looked away from the camera, and smiled at her, a professional again. His desire was carefully hidden and all he wanted was to put her at ease." Well, why don't you start by leaning against the desk, there," he suggested. "I think your best poses have been the cheesecake ones -- you know what I'm talking about, right?" "Not...exactly," Sierra said as she took her place beside the desk anyway." You have to remember that I'm still an amateur at this, so guide me along," Sierra said as she struck her first pose, folding her arms under her breasts as she leaned her weight onto her right foot. She found herself only glancing momentarily at the camera though, and then quickly focusing her gaze into random space in the far background. It was still a little awkward for her to look directly into the camera. Chris snapped a couple of quick photos, trying not to meet her eyes. "That's good. Tell you what, why don't you do this -- "He stepped away from the camera for a second. " -- Sit up on the desk and cross your legs. Um, I guess you could also put your hair up like it was before." He gulped and said, "You have awesome legs, so I guess you could hike your skirt up a little to accentuate them. If you want." Sierra found herself blushing at his compliment. But she quickly recollected herself, and got on with the shoot. She did quickly glance back up at Chris, and noted to herself how attractive she found him as well. Good-looking, and charming; and he was simply irresistible when he took his place behind the camera. Sierra reminded herself again to avoid looking directly at the camera. She pushed her body back against the desk, and put her hands on her hips initially. Slowly, she shifted more of her weight onto the edge of the desk, and then very femininely brought one leg over the other to cross her legs. As an afterthought, she hoped that did not particularly disappoint Chris; he wasn't going to get a Sharon Stone out of her. Not yet. The problem was her hands again - she didn't know where to put them. She struck a few cute poses, but they all didn't feel quite right. She decided to go with what he suggested. Brushing her hair back from the sides at first, she takes a half-firm grip on her long hair and holds it up with one hand, the other on her knee. She was beginning to feel bolder and more confident with each passing moment, Chris's silence thus far, apart from the clicking of the camera, signalling that he liked what he was seeing. Sierra, began to slowly inch the hem of her skirt higher up her thighs. She was teasing a little now. Chris laughed a little as she began to hike her skirt up. "Sierra, that's good. Very naughty, but not too naughty. It's just what we're looking for." He didn't know what it was, but as he watched her grow more comfortable, he became relaxed, too. He found himself remaining professional, and refocused on getting the best possible photos out of this shoot. After all, she was a beautiful woman, and it was his job to make her look as beautiful as possible." Okay, Sierra," he said after he snapped a few more photos. By now her skirt was almost all the way up her toned thighs. "Let's try something different." He pulled a pencil out of his pocket and tossed it onto the floor. "Why don't you pick this up, but let your shirt fall away as you do it? Show me something, but not too much. Pretend like you know I can see down your shirt -- but you want to play it cute." He smiled again. "This is going to be great, I can tell. Whoever sees these photos is going to go nuts over you." Getting back behind the camera, he said, "Whenever you're ready. Remember, you want to tease the camera." And me, the devil in his head whispered. Sierra was a little surprised, when she felt a tinge of disappointment about having to change her pose. She began to find herself feeling lost in her own world as she imagined herself in an entirely different place. Only the clicking of the camera reminded her that she was still here. She nodded after listening to Chris's instructions. And smiled, almost flushing a little. It wasn't that Sierra was the most innocent of girls around. It was just that these poses seemed almost cliché, and only confirmed her belief that perhaps it didn't take a lot to seduce a man. Especially when it came to someone as attractive as Sierra. Sierra slowly bent her knees, at first looking down at the pencil. She didn't squat all the way down though, and as her out-stretched fingers touched the pencil, she looked back up at the camera. With her other hand, she brushed all of her hair to tuck it over one shoulder. She didn't want that in the way of the view. She smiled back, straight into the camera for the first time, surprising herself again. It was almost as if she had worked past the initial awkwardness. Now, she wanted to seduce the camera. Chris smiled, but realised that Sierra was enjoying herself, and that he should maybe not talk quite so much. She'd find her own way now -- she didn't need any help from him." Okay," he said, laughing. "That's perfect, Sierra. I'm going to stop talking now and just take some photos. Do whatever you want -- this shoot's for you." Sierra was wrong about her initially jitters. She didn't think that she could make it as a model, as an amateur. But now she didn't really care what people might think of the photos at the end of it. She was beginning to discover a joy she didn't know existed. Deciding that the camera had enough of her cleavage, for now, she stood back up, before turning to her side. She bent over once more, this time keeping her legs relatively straight, only bending slightly at the knees. And it showed off the tautness of her thighs, and the shapely yet not overly muscular calves. She had to admit that her legs were one of her best features, and smiled back into the camera as she tilted her head to the side. She was feeling bolder now, and again the image of an imaginary audience behind the camera lens made her want to pose even more. And she wanted to be even naughtier. Sierra turned once more, but this time away from the camera. With her back facing Chris, this time she bent her for the third time. Except that her legs were slightly further apart, and kept entirely straight. She pushed her hip backwards even more, showing even more of her ass towards the camera. The hem of her skirt was barely enough to cover her important assets... As Sierra bent over to show him her firm, heart-shaped ass, Chris groaned internally again -- Jesus Christ. Just when he thought he'd gotten his dick under control, she decided to go and pull a stunt like that. But he could tell that she was really enjoying herself, and that there was a side of her that he hadn't seen before. She was coming into her own, discovering something about himself, and that made him happy. It made him feel like he was doing his job. He cleared his throat to get her attention, but remained behind the camera. "Sierra, you're amazing" he said. "How would you feel about losing some of your clothes?" That caught Sierra a little by surprise. She had gradually worked herself into the mood of teasing, showing some thighs, a generous amount of cleavage, and even the hint of flashing her underwear as she crossed and uncrossed her legs on the desk. Actually removing her clothes was another proposition altogether. She wasn't sure how she would fare if performing a striptease, or if she was ready for it in the first place. This was why she had chosen the schoolgirl outfit, and not gone straight for the lingerie shoot. But she felt very comfortable letting Chris shoot her. Perhaps, even too comfortable, that she was beginning to feel a tinge of sexual tension in the air. It was unavoidable, with two of them alone in this large studio, and all her efforts mainly to seduce the audience behind the camera. Chris, in some ways, was the victim of the shoot. Sierra's uncertainty must have shown on her face, as Chris began to continue... Chris saw that she was nervous, and set the camera down. He smiled, trying to put her at ease." Hey," he said, comfortingly. "It's okay. I didn't mean you had to. I just, you know, want you to be comfortable, but I also want you to get the most out of this shoot. You don't have to take them off, but maybe just loosening the top and parting it? Letting me shoot you with your shirt open and bra?" He let her know with his kind eyes, his caring manner, that the choice was completely up to her. The camera sat motionless on the table... That was reasonable, and perhaps a step towards bridging where she was comfortable for now and where she wanted to get to. After all, sexy photo shoots should ultimately culminate in a lingerie shoot. Sierra had to get used to it sooner or later." Perhaps some music would help?" Sierra proposed, a little irked that she had been so confident of herself only moments ago, and now she was feeling butterflies in her stomach once more." Sorry, it must be quite a pain having to bring an amateur like me through all these basics once more," Sierra said, a little apologetic. And she meant it. Chris smiled again, and walked up to her. He stroked the side of her face, touching her dark hair -- touching her -- for the first time. "Hey, like I said, this is for you. I just want the world to know what a beautiful, stunning and, yeah, uh, sexy, girl -- woman -- you are." He gestured to the CD player. "There's a stack over there. You can pick out something you like." As to not kiss her, like he so badly wanted, he stepped away and waited for her to respond. Sierra was a little taken aback when Chris reached over, stroking the side of her face. It was their first contact, and it was, as a gross understatement, electrifying. When he finally did step back, she found her heart beating rapidly, and spaced out for the past few seconds. Her auditory senses returned to her, and rather belatedly, she registered what Chris had said. She did not have a particular musical piece in mind, and having to make another decision at this juncture was only going to add to her nerves." How about something you would recommend? I mean, I'm sure there are some really suitable pieces for photo shoots like these?" Sierra asked, hoping the barrage of questions would not begin to put Chris off. Chris walked over to the CD player and went through the stack. He deliberately bent over to let Sierra get the best view of his ass, knowing she'd appreciate the show. As much as she'd been teasing him, he wanted to tease her a little, too. Maybe it would make her relax. He slipped in a CD of Phillip Glass music -- the Misha soundtrack. It always reminded him of the ocean, the ebb and flow, the pulsing, the slow, steady build. Waves crashing on the shore and all that.(Link here: he stepped back to the camera, looking deep into her eyes and picking up the camera again, he realised that the music could also be a metaphor for sex...and his pants started to twitch again. He swallowed hard. "Okay, Sierra. Just relax. Enjoy yourself. Feel the music, listen to it...and then, when you're ready, untie your top. Don't unbutton it....just untie it." He smiled once more, and began to snap the photos. The song finished playing once and Sierra realized she had become so engrossed in it that she had forgotten the task at hand. Sheepishly, she requested for Chris to put the track on loop, and then she began to sway her body with it. It wasn't exactly what she was expecting, but nonetheless, the soothing notes had the effect of making her lose her inhibitions all over again. Soon enough, she reached up to her top, and like Chris suggested, untied the knot around her navel area slowly. Her hips moved from side to side, the rest of her body flowing like waves in the sea, the momentum moving from one shoulder to the other, and then back again. She shifted her weight at first, then began to take small steps in a circular motion in front of the camera. It was a walk to nowhere in particular, but merely for her to show off views of her body from different angles to her 'audience'. Only this time in Sierra's mind, the 'audience' was no longer the imaginary stranger behind the camera, but Chris in particular.

Object of Desire|rating:3.0

Heimliche liebe (Hidden Love)

Heimlich Liege Leisure and Hitachi had been brothers for so long, Hitachi had killed off their family making Leisure purposely hate him so that they could fight one day in hopes Leisure would kill him. Now that Leisure has turned about 14 years old, it's time to make this rivalry of brothers turn into something more. But how will it turn out into something more? Find out in the next hidden episode of Naruto and the brotherly bond. Episode 1: Motives Leisure walked through the streets of Sonoma, on his way to the training grounds. Sure, he didn't need to be there for another couple of hours. It wasn't like Takashi was going to be there on time. Plus, he wanted to get in some training before Sakura arrived and started bothering him. When he arrived, he immediately began to go through the exercises that they learned last time. Without anyone knowing it, Hitachi China, Leisure's older brother and last living family member was watching Leisure train. He did this at least once a week, sometimes he was too busy with the Katsuki to check up on him. Even though he did want Leisure to take his vengeance for their family, he couldn't stop being an older brother. A twig snapped under his foot and he hid his presence immediately. Leisure automatically activated his sharing an, his eyes scanning the area. Finding nothing, he went back to training. Though he was sure he had heard something. But just his luck it would be a rabbit. So he wasn't going to dwell on it too much. Though he did keep his sharing an activated. "Seems like you are getting better brother dear" a voice came in the forest, it was none other than Hitachi's, and he wasn't hiding it this time. Ever since Leisure was little he would watch over him, even during battles or travels for any means. Hitachi stood in the clearing leaning against a tree nearby and not smiling. His Sheridan not activated to show he wasn't there to fight just yet. Leisure froze when he heard Hitachi's voice. His hand automatically went for a lunar, and he spun around and threw it at his brother. His eyes narrowed into a glare. He really wasn't expecting to see him here. And he briefly wondered how he even got into the village. Hitachi just caught the lunar between his middle and pointer finger "Is that really what you would do to an enemy? What if they were far more advance than you, and it wouldn't work" he stated and moved with being seen getting closer to his little brother pinning him against a tree by his throat. But not choking him, just restraining him... Leisure winced slightly when he was suddenly against a tree. He glared at Hitachi. "I could handle myself in a fight just find." he stated, his hand automatically reaching for another lunar to attack his brother again. Hitachi grabbed the hand before he could grasp the lunar "Oh really, I doubt you can. I'm not even using Sheridan on you, and you still can't get away" Hitachi heard footsteps and the loud Naruto coming their way. Dropping his brother he stated "If you want to beat me then you have to do better than that" he spoke making his hand pass over his brother's face as he mumbled something and turned to walk away "Try the new ability enhancer on the fox boy (Naruto) and I will be watching, I just won't do anything" Hitachi spoke disappearing as Naruto was slammed near Leisure from Sakura hitting him for some stupid reason again. Leisure was confused about what Hitachi said until Naruto was suddenly next to him. But he really wasn't in the mood for a fight. Besides. It wasn't like he was going to do what his brother told him. He wasn't the boss of him. Instead, he dealt with Sakura's annoying chatter, trying to get him to go out with her. "Saaaasukkkkkeee" Sakura spoke, Hitachi was nearby sitting on a branch, but even he was annoyed with this girl and was attempted to kill her right then and there. He's watched her over the years and thought her to be less interested when his brother kept turning her away. "Come on-" before Sakura could finish her sentence, Takashi actually appeared on time for once. Or Sakura and Naruto were late for once. Not letting it matter Takashi spoke up "The homage is giving us a mission" he spoke as Hitachi listened in more but kept very silent and still. (you can control anyone but Hitachi even if I am controlling them for the time being) {{Alright.}} "What's the mission?" Naruto asked, excited. They hadn't had a mission in a long time. So he was hoping that it wouldn't be something stupid. Leisure turned to Takashi when he appeared. He, too, was curious about what their mission was. But he kept quiet. He figured Naruto could do that talking. "Well we have to go to the homage to find out, I'm not allowed to tell you outside the room" Takashi spoke and Sakura smiled 'Finally! I get to go on a mission with Leisure! This is the best opportunity, that In won't have a chance!' Sakura's inner voice spoke 'CIA!' "So, are you guys going to accept?" Takashi spoke wondering if he should wait on saying something or not. He sensed a presence but kept quiet about it, if they attacked they would be a threat and if not then no threat there. "Of course we're going to accept!" Naruto exclaimed. This would be his chance to finally beat Leisure! There was no way that he was going pass on it. Sasuke nodded. Yeah, he'd accept. It would be a good training opportunity for him. (*grins* I have an idea for the RP) Takashi roofed them outside the homage's headroom office. Knocking on the door he spoke "Its Ha take and team 7" "come in" a voice spoke and Takashi opened the door, Sakura was busy trying to look calm and collect. {{What? I'd love to hear it.}} Naruto was practically bouncing from excitement. He couldn't wait to get started on a mission. They've had nothing to do for weeks. And he really didn't care what it was, he just wanted something to do. Sasuke was calm. He always was. He was personally hoping it wouldn't be something stupid like they normally have to do. (You'll read it soon enough ^_^ This is going to tick of Hitachi probably and Leisure ain't nor will Sakura like it XD) "You'll be looking for someone down along the road you'll have to take back to their village. It's highly of importance and is a great mission for you all. It's a high enough level. You'll have 1 week to find this person, though you'll have to go undercover and Takashi can tell you how when you leave the room to go and pack. Are there any questions?" The homage spoke and asked looking at each of them. "No sir" Sakura spoke and Takashi just sighed silently to himself shaking his head. (You'll find out in the next post probably) "Nope." Naruto said. Sure, he would like to know all the details at this moment. But if they were going to be told in a moment, then there was no point asking. Leisure just nodded. He understood. This mission should be easy. Plus, it got them out of the village. So that was good. Takashi motioned for them to leave, Sakura clung onto Leisure walking out with him. The homage just smiled and shook his head 'She has no idea' and laughed a bit after they all left and the doors closed. "I will explain things when we get to our training area" Takashi spoke as they walked down the streets. Naruto instantly took of for the training grounds, arriving within a minute. Leisure pushed Sakura off of him as he walked. He hated when she got all clingy. Couldn't she tell that he wasn't interested? Apparently not. He had to work to keep her off him while they arrived at the training area. Takashi saw how Leisure reacted to Sakura being clingy and wondered more on this thought that he wouldn't say. Sakura then turned around happily and asked "So what is our disguise Takashi-Sensei?" She smiled. "I'm sure you won't like it Sakura" "Oh, why not?" "We need two pairs of couples. The two forms of forbidden love that people wouldn't agree with. We are going to make it sound like we left our village for that reason" Takashi replied and Sakura spoke. "Wait, how's it's going to be forbidden if I'm with Leisure?" Takashi sighed hearing this and shook his head slowly, Sakura was strong but Leisure was obviously the only smart one on the team, well, okay Sakura wasn't that strong yet. "Leisure and Naruto will be paired up with, you're to be paired up with me Sakura" Takashi added calmly. Leisure listened to Sakura and Takashi talk. But he was shocked by what was said. "What?!?" both him and Naruto exclaimed at the same time. "I am not being with him." they said, pointing at each other and still speaking at the same time. "I refuse to be paired with that loser." Leisure stated. "And I refuse to be paired with that jerk." Naruto stated, glaring at Leisure. Takashi sighed this wasn't going to work out. "I don't believe there is any other way to make it look forbidden honestly" Takashi though was smiling at this idea in his mind though he envied the ones who didn't have to explain it. "So unless you have a better idea do tell" Sakura was his student, and everyone knows students and teachers aren't to be allowed together. And two friends, or enemies, whom wish to show to be together within the same gender are also taboo. (what do you think of the idea?) {{I love it~ ^^}}Leisure was silent for a while, thinking about that. Looks like he didn't have a choice. And Naruto wasn't that bad. As long as he wasn't talking. "I guess I could deal with it." he eventually said. Naruto muttered in agreement. He could deal with Leisure. Just so that they could have an interesting mission. It wouldn't be that bad, right? Takashi smiled "Good, we need to pack, and we leave starting later tonight for an early start" Takashi spoke and looked at Sakura "Do you think you can play the part?" Sakura thought for a moment until Takashi said "I guess if you can't, I will have to call In in on this and you can stay. But then she'd probably only try and get close to Leisure to win him over" Takashi was acting on his own just saying this to get her to agree, then Sakura's scary side came out "ARE YOU KIDDING?! THAT BLONDIE DOESN'T KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT SAKE!" Sakura's inner self must've come out which made Takashi step back a bit. (note the anime sweat drop) {{lol}} Leisure's eyes narrowed when Takashi mentioned In. She was more annoying than Sakura. So he was only slightly relieved when Sakura said she'd do it. Even if her yelling hurt his head. He watched as Naruto ran off to pack before turning and heading home himself. Might as well get this over with. He needed to mentally prepare himself to deal with the annoying blond he was going to be stuck with. "Sakura, go and gather your things, we would like to leave on time tonight" Takashi spoke roofing out "Oh okay!" Sakura cheered being back to her normal self and walking home with a smile on her face. "This is going to be a long trip" Takashi sighed hoping Sakura would play the part right, each of them needed a different look, including Sakura who was like the only one with her hair color. He wasn't sure how she was born with pink hair, but, then again not many usually was. After packing Takashi went to sleep setting his alarm. Sakura after some light packing decided to pick out outfit for the starting part of the trip. Naruto wasn't very organized about packing. He just threw a bunch of stuff in a bag before setting his alarm and going to sleep. Leisure, on the other hand, made sure to pack what he needed and not a lot of useless things. Then went to bed himself. He didn't need an alarm. He'd be up in time to leave anyway. The hours went by and soon enough Takashi's alarm went off making him get up and grabbing his things. He instead of walking, roofed to the entrance before anyone else appeared. "Well I'm not late for once at least. But where is Sakura she is always the first one here" Takashi thought to himself waiting for the others to arrive. Leisure left when he was supposed to, having woken up hours ago. He arrived and noticed Takashi was on time for once. That was a first. Just before they had to leave, Naruto ran up, out of breath. He hadn't heard his alarm go off, so it was lucky he woke up in time. "Now we're just waiting on Sakura" Takashi spoke wondering where she could be. Sakura roofed in "Sorry I'm late everyone" Sakura spoke cheerfully. Takashi was surprised to see his pink hair student had her long pink hair was now cut short up to her shoulders and up in a high ponytail with light purple streaks. She looked a bit older wearing the outfit she chose and wait, was that make up? 'She must be trying to impress Leisure, or she is having too much fun with this' Takashi thought to himself. "What do you guys think?" Sakura asked her bag on her back. (the pic below is her outlook just a tad bit younger that is) {{Looks good.}} "You look great, Sakura-Chan!" Naruto exclaimed. He was surprised by how much she had changed overnight. And it just made him like her more. Leisure remained silent. To him, she looked the same, only slightly older. So it really wasn't going to change his opinion of her. "Can we just go now?" he asked, not liking just standing around. (thank you I thought this would surprise them a bit) "Yes, let's go, just remember after we are a couple miles away you have to play your parts understood?" Takashi spoke as they were starting off and leaving the village. Sakura nodded happily and made sure she walked next to Takashi and Leisure just because she wanted to. (Ok BRB I will reply again just got laundry to do) Leisure nodded and started walking. He moved so that he wouldn't be walking next to Sakura. He made it so that Naruto was between them. It wasn't like Naruto minded. It put him closer to Sakura. They all understood that they had to play their parts. A couple miles of silence had come and passed, soon they would have to play their parts and Takashi was just getting to the god part in his book, reluctantly he put it away in his bag's pocket. "Alright, everyone be on your guards, don't fight anyone or anything unless I say so, understood?" Takashi spoke thinking 'If we could look less like ninjas and play our parts then we shouldn't compromise the mission.' Sakura smiled taking Takashi's hand which caught him off guard a bit, but, how else to show that they were student and teacher supposed to be in love. 'I wonder what that stupid Naruto will do to show Leisure and him are together' she was keeping a firm eye on Naruto but kept her face the same. Leisure and Naruto nodded in agreement. Leisure knew that he would be able to handle not getting into a fight. But he wasn't sure about Naruto. He would keep him out of trouble though. The next thing he knew, Naruto's arm was around his neck, holding him close to him. He automatically glared, then made his face calm. He couldn't go around glaring at Naruto. That would ruin things. And as much as he wanted to rip the blond's arm off for touching him, he dealt with it. (lol Leisure has a lot of control, doesn't he, oh yea almost forgot someone) Hitachi was off to the side following them from afar, he didn't like that Leisure was so close to Naruto and made a mental note for later that if Leisure didn't kill off Naruto, he would and would make his little brother watch. Takashi became aware of a presence but wasn't sure who it was. Takashi stopped and turned "What is it Sensei?" Sakura asked back to her somewhat normal self. "Nothing, probably just the wind" Takashi spoke his glare softening, and he turned back walking with Sakura again. Leisure automatically scanned the area, but saw nothing. Maybe it was just the wind. He was ready if they were attacked anyway. "Exactly where are we going, Takashi?" he asked. He hoped that they wouldn't be walking for to long. He wouldn't be able to stand being so close to Naruto for that long. "Well we have a week-long trip, in the midst of it we have to find the girl, keep her safe, and take her back to her village hidden in the sound. Her name is Case Amiga, she is the third daughter out of four and the only one yet to be married. She was kidnapped and last seen around these parts, probably farther away from her country than they think." Takashi spoke "So we get to save a princess and take her back to her people?" Sakura asked as Takashi Shrugged "Pretty much" "Well it sounds boring, let's just hope she isn't the total princess type otherwise she could be more annoying than Naruto" Sakura added in the annoying part on purpose. (if you have any ideas, you can put any of them to use XP I'm working on ideas too) {{Alrighty~}} "Hey! I'm not that annoying!" Naruto exclaimed. "Yes you are, loser." Leisure stated, stepping away from him. That was enough contact for him for today. Out of nowhere, some bandits/robbers appeared, demanding that they hand over anything of value. Leisure's eyes narrowed, hand reaching for a lunar. He didn't draw it though. He would wait and see what Takashi would do. "We don't have any on us, we are just travelers" Sakura spoke nicely, but the others didn't buy it "Hand it over or someone's getting hurt" Takashi waited stepping in front of Sakura protecting her as the part would've played out to be but also, didn't want to give too much of them away. "Too bad, your lives will be the price" The bandits said "Now" Takashi spoke taking out two of the bandits by sucker punching them. There were 7 bandits altogether. Sakura got really close, only inches away and round kicked one of them. Leisure was tense as the bandits were speaking. Beside him, he could see Naruto was as well. The second Takashi gave the command, they attacked in unison, eliminating the last of the bandits. These men were idiots. They should know that not everybody were what they appeared to be. After hiding them in some bushes off to the side, Sakura clung back to Takashi and looked rather happy about it. Though she was thinking 'I hope they didn't mess up my makeup' for once she was an actual girl that it was weird but for some reason Takashi kind of liked that. Knowing the fangirl Sakura for so long and now getting a mature young lady, that was a surprise and a gift. After walking for another couple miles away, Takashi stopped them "We'll make camp" they were told earlier in the Homage's office they would only need sleeping bags, one for each of them. (night) Even after the bandits had hidden, Leisure refused to have Naruto cling to him. It was way too much contact. He really needed his space. Naruto was relieved when Takashi said that they would be setting up camp. He instantly collapsed on the ground. Leisure nodded and set down his bag. "I'll gather wood for a fire." he said, not waiting for a response before heading off into the forest. What he really wanted was some time to himself and this seemed like the best way. "Sakura, why don't you lie out your bag, and I'll get to cooking" Takashi spoke. Sakura didn't like to cook even though she could. "Okay, I'll lay out the others too" Sakura chimed but was more tired than she was earlier. 'Only day one and we were already caught out by bandits, but these were just the average bandits, nothing to them really. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so easy' Takashi thought to himself. Sakura on the other hand was humming and after finishing getting things done she sat against a tree, she had already fallen asleep halfway as she was lost in her own random thoughts. Leisure gathered an arm full of wood before returning. He set it up before lighting it. Then he went and sat at the base of a tree. He wasn't very tired. But he knew that he needed to get his rest. He could see that Naruto was already passed out asleep on the other side of the fire. He was surprised that he could sleep so easily. Takashi was busy with preparing the meal, after it was finished, Sakura woke up Naruto after a while to eat. They had broccoli and cheese soup, the white sauce kind. Water was what they had to drink since they had to travel light for it being one week. They had only enough food for two days, maybe three if they spread it out. They wouldn't need much since they would need their guard up for looking for the princess tomorrow day or night. Takashi ate and went to read his book under a tree taking the first watch. Sakura slowly ate hers and looked to see if Naruto went back to sleep or would wake and eat. Naruto woke when he smelt to the food. He ate quickly before going straight back to sleep. Leisure ate more slowly. Once he was done, he jumped up and landed on a branch, sitting there. He wasn't tired, so he wasn't going to go to sleep just yet. He had plenty of time to do that once he was actually tired. For now, he would stay up here and have some peace and quiet. And least, as quiet as he could get. Takashi kept reading his book and of course Sakura was curious to why her sensei loved that book so much. Sitting next to Takashi she tried to look over "Do you need something Sakura?" Takashi asked "I'm just curious" "I believe you are too young for this book" "Aw come on, it can't be that bad" "You have no idea Sakura" "Please" Sakura spoke keeping her voice down to a whisper hoping not to bug the others. Takashi sighed, Sakura was too cute right now to say no to. "Alright fine" Takashi made it so that Sakura was sitting on his lap, and they can both look at the book. After a page or two Sakura was blushing enough that you could easily see it. "I told you so, do you want to stop?" Sakura just shook her head and Takashi chuckled. Leisure sighed slightly. So much for having peace. He stood and took off into the forest. He would return in an hour or two. Furthermore, he found a small pond and kicked off his shoes, slipping his feet in as he took a seat and laid back, his arms crossing behind his head. His eyes closed as he relaxed. This was definitely more peaceful than the camp. Maybe he'll just sleep here. Sakura soon realized Takashi fell asleep when the book in his hands slowly fell to his lap. Smiling she bookmarked the book and placed it away in his bag. She didn't want to be rude and keep reading when he hadn't yet gotten that far. She stayed where she sat not moving and watched the sky above as the copy NIN slept. (Ooh Ooh Ooh Idea Idea Idea) Hitachi had followed them after telling the Katsuki he had things to do on his own though none of them questioned him. Hitachi crept on Leisure, he was on branch without being noticed "Well, it seems like you are doing quite well ignoring that noisy brat with him being so close to you brother dear" Leisure's eyes snapped back open, and he was instantly on his feet, lunar in hand. "Hitachi. Are you following me?" he asked, focusing on where Hitachi was. There was no way it was just a coincidence that his brother would show up here, in the middle of the forest. "You can put that away, I'm not here to fight you as I told you before" Hitachi spoke waving at the Lunar basically saying put it away, and he wasn't in much of a mood to fight. "How can you stand being so close to that brat?" Hitachi asked talking about Naruto. Leisure's eyes narrowed, but he put the lunar away, ready to pull it back out if needed. "That 'brat' is my teammate and my friend. So don't talk about him like that." he stated. He was the only one allowed to call Naruto names. At least, in his mind he was. "I believe I've told you something else in the past, what was it?" Hitachi spoke using sarcasm "Oh yes, you must kill your best friend and then fight me to kill me. It doesn't seem to me that you are even trying to bring honor to our family" Hitachi teased sounding disapproving. "I will not do that. I will find another way to kill you." With that being said, Leisure threw several lunar at Hitachi. Then charged at him, another in hand. He was going to fight, whether his brother wanted to or not. Hitachi moved out of the way and caught Leisure's hand with the Lunar and his other hand grabbed Leisure's throat holding him up in the air. "You really think if you can't kill him that you would be ready to kill me little brother" Hitachi spoke his eyes firm on Leisure's face. Leisure winced when he was suddenly lifted off the ground and held by his throat. His other hand instantly tried to get him to let go. "I don't care what you say. I will kill you. Without having to hurt my friends." he said, his voice quiet as he glared at him. Hitachi was about to squeeze harder, but he chose to drop his brother "I would suggest watching your back. Not from me though, did it ever make you wonder how Naruto could easily put his arm around you that whole time walking? He hasn't even been hardly arguing with you" Hitachi spoke making these thoughts go into his brother's head with his words. "I would watch out for any intentions that he has Leisure" Hitachi spoke and walked away disappearing into the shadows. Leisure was relieved when Hitachi dropped him. It was much easier to breath. He watched his brother go, a bit confused. What could Naruto possible do to hurt him. They were friends, after all. He put his shoes back on before returning to camp, laying down and going to sleep, still thinking about that. Sakura noticed he came back but allowed him to sleep. She stayed up all night hoping to make it through the next day. When morning came Takashi was already up "Did you sleep good last night Sakura?" Takashi asked. Sakura nodded lying as she helped him out with making breakfast, some toast and eggs was all they could make. But it was better than the same thing every time they would eat. "The food should be done soon, and we'll have to get moving, will you wake them Sakura?" Takashi asked "Okay" Sakura smiled waking Naruto but left Leisure alone. "Come on Naruto there is food" Naruto was instantly up. "I'm awake!" he exclaimed, his stomach growling. Leisure heard them talking and sat up, stretching. It seemed like what happened last night with Hitachi was a dream. So he really wasn't going to worry about it. It wasn't like he had any reason to believe him. (lol that's so like Naruto XD) Takashi put some eggs and a piece of toast on a plate and handed a plate to each of them. Sakura had already eaten she said but no one argued with her. "When you were out walking Leisure, did you find a stream of water or a lake nearby?" Sakura asked wanting to clean up a bit before leaving again. {{I know~}} Leisure nodded, eating his food. "Yeah. There was a pond over in that direction, about 10 ft." he stated, pointing. Beside him, Naruto was snarfing down his food like a slob. Leisure rolled his eyes at him. Sakura sighed still tired from last night "alright I will be right back, you boys stay away until I get back" Sakura spoke not even waiting for them to reply as she walked away to get cleaned up. Takashi said he'd scout the area some before they left to make sure they were still in the clear. Now Naruto who was pigging out and Leisure eating at his own pace. They were now alone. Sakura washed her hair in the pond the best she could, luckily she had made sure all the hair dye washed out clear before leaving for this mission. "Naruto is so annoying and Leisure is ever so the same, what did I ever like in him again?" she spoke thinking to herself. Hearing a splash Takashi ran over to the (large) pond where Sakura was and looked around but didn't see her. "Sakura?" Sakura popped her head out as she stood in the pond halfway covered as she turned her head covering her front "what is there an enemy?" "No, but was there anyone here before you came?" "I don't think so why?" "No reason, being overprotective is all" "Oh alright, do me a favor?" "Hm?" "If you're going to stand here and talk to me about random things then do me a favor and turn around" Takashi just realized he was looking at his student Sakura who was pretty much naked as the top half of her could be seen but slightly covered. Kakashi turned around his hands behind his back "Oh sorry" he apologized quickly "It's okay sensei, you were busy keeping us all safe I know" Sakura spoke getting out and squeezing her hair so that the water would leave her hair. She kept her back to Takashi as she slipped on her undergarments and clothes, Takashi actually tried his best not to sneak a peak. Once Naruto finished eating, he started staring at Leisure. The other ignored it the best he could before it started bothering him. "If you have something to say, Naruto, then spit it out." he told him. "Well. Um. You see... Its just that." Naruto muttered. Leisure rolled his eyes. "Just say what you're trying to say." ". I think I might be in love with you..." the blond muttered, his voice low. But Leisure heard it, and he was shocked. Takashi and Sakura were on their way back chatting about how the mission could be improved when a woman's scream filled the woods entirely echoing all over. Takashi got into battle mode, but Sakura put a hand on his arm to remind him of the mission. "Come on let's find it" Sakura spoke walking with Takashi heading towards the scream. Leisure was instantly on his feet when he heard the scream. Naruto was right behind him. They both took off in the direction it came from. They were both prepared for a fight, just in case. Takashi and Sakura ran over to where a girl was, Naruto and Leisure were there seemingly ready to fight. There was no one around except for the girl and a rogue wild boar. (below is the girl, It's hard to find one to fit this one's image) (Case Amiga is her name) Sakura rolled her eyes 'oh come on' she sighed and Takashi looked at the wild boar, it hadn't attacked yet. Naruto charged at the boar, causing it to run off. While he was doing that, Leisure went over to the girl. "Hey. You alright?" he asked, relaxing. He was annoyed that they had hurried here to save her from a boar of all things. (I didn't know what picture to use) The girl looked slightly disturbed by the boar, or maybe it was Naruto. Nodding her head she said "Yes..." quietly. Takashi and Sakura walked over to the girl as he said "You must be Case am I right princess?" it was easy to tell that she was a princess, in that outfit out here, if she was who they were looking for, Sakura might have to lend her an outfit. {{It's ok.}} Leisure was relieved that they had found her so quickly. This shouldn't take to long at all. Now that they found her, it would go so much quickly to return her to her home. They just had to get started. But, of course, they would have to change her appearance. She was too obvious. "Sakura do you have anything for the princess to wear to blend in?" Takashi asked looking to his student. Thinking for a moment "Yea I might have something and nice to meet you princess" "Likewise" Case spoke, and the princess was led by Sakura back to the tent. Though it was odd for the princess to be alone, how could she have gotten away so easily. (I kinda have a short idea I just won't say it until it happens) {{darn. I wanted to know.}} Leisure watched them go. He would follow, to keep an eye on the princess, but he figured Sakura could handle protecting her for a short while. Besides, they were close enough to help if there was an attack. So he wasn't really worried. Naruto was just talking randomly about something that wasn't very important, so Leisure ignored him. (It should happen soon, though I seriously...oh NVM lol XD I remember it again now he-he) Takashi looked at Sakura leaving...watching her...she had defiantly changed ever since he brought up In. Maybe that's all she needed to just mature enough to get where she would need to. Takashi walked over to Naruto and Leisure "We'll stay over here while they get her dressed. Though we might want to keep her clothes in case we decide to lay a trap for anyone else." Takashi spoke looking at the two "Are you guys still okay with finishing the mission? We have two days walk to the village, and we can't tell the princess that we are ninjas until we get to the village or until it is revealed" Takashi reminded adding. This mission was going smoothly so far, almost too smoothly. Sakura had pulled out a violet sundress with white flowers and matching short light brown Sanders. "There that should do it" Sakura spoke pulling the Princess's hair back into a high ponytail so she wouldn't get to hot. "Kasai I'm done!" Sakura called out as the Princess thanked her. {{^^}} "Of course I'm still doing the mission! This is going to be great!" Naruto exclaimed. Leisure rolled his eyes at his idiotic behavior. "I'm not giving up either, Takashi." he told him. They have come too far to just give up now, after all. Besides, he didn't want to just sit around doing nothing. This was way more interesting. Takashi nodded and heard Sakura yell, walking over saying "Let's see how bad Sakura made her look" he was joking of course as he walked into view and saw that the princess looked pretty cute. "Oh wow" "See I didn't make her look bad" Sakura chimed commenting back on what Takashi said as she could hear him. Takashi sighed and smiled "Shall we head out then? We have a while to walk, Oh and princess?" "Yes?" "How did you manage to get away?" The princess shrugged "Just asked to take a bath in some lake about 30 minutes ago, and they didn't argue though I bet they were going to be peeping toms" the princess rolled her eyes but sounded as if she might like it. Leisure and Naruto followed Takashi back over to Sakura and the princess. "Let's just get going." Leisure stated, ready to get this mission over with. He didn't like dealing with princesses. They were just spoiled brats, and he wanted to be done with her as soon as possible. The princess walked over and clung on to Takashi, even though Takashi didn't mind, he also didn't notice an annoyed Sakura. 'Oh she better keep her hands...' she didn't finish that thought as Takashi wanted to take out his book, but the princess said "That's a dirty book, you shouldn't be reading it" "Oh sorry" Takashi replies silently as Sakura says "Oh which part? The part where the man and woman are talking about random things...Orr the part where they are making sweet unconditional love to another?" Sakura was just being mean now, but she wouldn't care too much if someone tried to stop her. Takashi said nothing, a cat fight was going to rise up soon enough. "How do you know what happens in the book, Sakura?" Naruto asked, looking at her. He wasn't allowed to read the book, but she could?! That just wasn't fair! "Just shut up, Naruto. We need to get moving. We have a long walk ahead of us." Leisure said, indicating that he wanted to get moving. He didn't care if he had to drag the princess, they were going to get started. "Oh, because I've gotten the new copy from Jamaica, told him I knew some lovely ladies I could talk about the book to if he let me read it. I haven't read the new one yet though" "Ah a pervy ninja freak" the princess spoke as if Sakura was dirt. Sakura and the princess stopped, Takashi turned to watch."can we at least keep moving?" but he was ignored sadly. "Oh, better than a prissy princess who doesn't know her place" "At least I have looks" "At least I have friends" "Well I have one thing you won't" "Oh and what's that?" "Class" "Yea so, at least my parents love me" "My father loves me" "Really, you've been gone for longer than anyone would've thought by low class Thames if they can't even keep an eye on you. Your father must really love you if he just let you be taken away and not bother sending anyone from your village to find you" "But he did send someone to find me...uh...""Oh, he did?" Takashi asked cutting in wondering where this was going. "Lets just keep moving" The princess spoke storming off in front of them. Sakura smirked, "Just stay away from my sensei" Sakura spoke and took Takashi's hand in hers. The princess was now even more steamed off. "Naruto, will you go talk to the princess?" Takashi asked looking over to Naruto, Leisure could probably use a break from him anyway. (You can control the princess too ya know, I have an idea later on for her before they reach her village) Neo Ninja: should we end this? Or did you want to continue? I don't mind either way. I've been ending some rps lately. I don't want it to end, but I'm having a hard time thinking of something to put to it. If I think of this I will try to post something here. ---------- Naruto sighed scooting away from Leisure more "Why do I have to do this?" Naruto asked "Because, the sooner we get rid of her, the sooner we can move on with our own lives and return home" Sakura stated though she was having a lot of fun with this at the moment. "Fine" Naruto complained walking up to the princess trying to talk to and reason with her a bit. With them trying to talk, a noise was heard, Takashi stopped and Sakura heard the noise as well. Leisure kept walking, he heard it but didn't want to make it to obvious. "I guess there is no holding back now, father won't find me and nor will you" the princess spoke turning around as she was swept away by someone while someone hit Naruto without him sensing the attacker.(I took control for a short time, maybe this will help, The princess betrayed her people so she could run away and thinks this group of thieves won't do anything to harm her let alone she believes they will keep the promise where it basically states she will never have to return home again)

Heimliche liebe (Hidden Love)|rating:2.0

Fire Emblem_ The World in Brass (IC)

Gyre – BXA butcher’s blade thuds into flesh, separating an offending limb. The man sucks on his teeth as he inspects the piece, turning it over in his hands as he considers where next he should cut. Perhaps he should leave the bone in this time, to make for a heartier base…“Ahem,” His musing, alas, is cut short by the foot-tapping impatience of the group before him. Now what was it that they had wanted again? A puzzled look crosses his face as he struggles to remember what it is they’d wanted; it hadn’t been to buy anything - that much he remembered. Giving a weary shrug, he simply states that no, he hasn’t seen any nobles pass by recently and even if he had, that he wouldn’t know where it is that they were heading. The look of frustration that passes over the thug’s unshaven face almost brings a smile to the shopkeeper’s lips. Good, now if only he would leave – or better yet, just buy something. Running a business out of his home doesn’t mean that he just wants armed strangers barging into his house. Even if they are wearing the colors of Belarus, he knows that they’re as likely to be murderers as soldiers, not that the two are necessarily exclusive. A man rushes in, covered with the road’s grime and dust. Panting and clutching a crumpled piece of parchment, he gives the unshaved man a wide grin and a triumphant,“Found him.” The thug and his retinue storm out of the building and the shopkeeper sighs, glad it’s not him that they’re after. He wipes his sweaty brow and hopes that someone will come in and buy something.---OOO---Dirt-caked men approach the group, blades out and predatory leers on their faces. They wear the somber blacks and grass of Belarus.“Save the suffering and turn yourselves in.”----------Victory Conditions Seize defensible ground [20, 3]Escape [Lord exits off of Row 1]Defeat all enemiesMapSpoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide Thug #1, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #2, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #4, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #1, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #2, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 1 Thief Lord 000/100 EXP 11ATT, 104% hit, 2.5% CRT, 20% dodge 18 HP, 6 STR, 5 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 000/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Supports Spoiler Hide - Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 5 Cavalier (Sword) 000/100 EXP 13ATT, 97% hit, 1% CRT, 19% dodge 18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 000/100 EXP 20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 1 Shaman 16 HP, 4 STR, 7 SKL, 9 SPD, 3 LCK, 3 DEF, 3 RES, 12CON Flux - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold looked up from his hands that where busy cleaning a rather fine dagger. He wore a bright red cloak over a leather curios and fine ebony shirt embroidered with the crescent moon and a strange bird with four wings. Clashing with the cloak was a long emerald green scarf that he had twined about his neck, trialing off behind him and almost reaching his waist. Grimacing for a moment as his saw the uniforms the group wore, he looked about at his friends thinking. Of course, they would follow me .... should have spent some time hiding those bodies ... Sighing he tossed the rag he had been using aside and began to twirl it in his hand. Perhaps I can just bluff my way out of this." Now why would I do that since I have yet to do anything wrong? I don't you're even true soldiers much less true countrymen of Belarus, now go run off to your mothers before I stick this little thing threw your eye." Turning to the people about him, he asked"Now these roughing are both a shame to their country and I believe in race of mankind if they can just go around abducting people for no reason." Looking back around at the thugs"And most of all they can't even take the time to bathe themselves, in what army is it all right to be as foul smelling as these ruffians unless in the middle of a siege?" Throwing his dagger in the air he turned once more around to face the dirty thugs, giving them a dark look and a cruel grin"And most of all they can't even issue a challenge properly. Much less an arrest order; by the Five Spirits you haven't even told me what I have done or used my name." Smiling even more now, to the point where you can see all his teeth. " Tell me what is it they are calling me now?" the commotion had started outside, Greer had been inside reading a small botanical text on the traits required of soil for different types of plants to grow. Looking up at the sound of shouting, he stuffed the book into his pack and ran outside with the others he'd been traveling with. It was never a good idea to travel alone, and this Ferric fellow had somerelativelyrespectable mercenaries with him. Nothing like the pack of violent, unwashed brutes he saw when he slipped past Algeria to get a look at the situation. These were the sorts of people he'd heard about since leaving home, the reason that House Belarus was hated and feared. Greer knew he couldn't just leave his companions to deal with them alone, even if he didn't look forward to fighting. Reaching into his pack, Greer sought the feel of the smooth, glossy cover. Gripping the Flux tome, he lifted it out and held it nervously with both hands. The boy shouted at the thug down the street,"I know you're unlikely to listen, but we should take this trouble outside of town! Innocent people could get hurt if we start fighting in the streets." had been a pleasant day so far, no action, the town quiet. Algeria sat outside a local tavern he and a few others were staying at. He was sitting on an old barrel inspecting his blade, it was a new blade, though the iron was a bit dull. Swinging the sword through the air he figured that it was at least balanced enough. He turned his head at the approaching sound of footsteps, Ferric, who had also been outside had already noticed. Soon the others from their band arrived outside to meet the group. Apparently they were wanted men now. Too much unnecessary talking Algeria thought as he watched his companions attempt to dissuade the mostly crew of low-lives in front of them. They wore the colors of Belarus, but these men hardly appeared to be soldiers, too mud stained, it would be more accurate to call them simple thugs. Algeria didn't say a word he only prepped himself for when the leader of the soldiers would run out of patience. Cold air swept through the city as Arleen departed his hospice to meet with today's client. He was equal parts apprehensive and eager about this job. On one hand, his client was offering to pay him a fair bit of coin should he accept the job. On the other hand, his client let him know almost no details of the job in advance. Such a practice was almost unheard of. Normally they at least informed Arleen of the destination he would be couriering their package to, even if the package itself was shrouded in anonymity. Nonetheless, such details were a reason to be suspicious but for the coin they were offering, Arleen was more than willing to alter his standard business practice. Approaching a dark alleyway, Arleen knocked on the second door on the left. A gruff voice bellowed from the other side. They wished to know the password." Belphegor"He said as he hitched his horse to a nearby pole. The creaking of gears and the rattling of chains sounded for a second before the door finally gave way to the man behind it. Confirming that he had not been followed, the man motioned for Arleen to come inside. Behind him, the gears and chains let out their metal wails once more before silence befell the building once more. Having seen to his duties at the door, the man led Arleen into the cellar of the structure. The size of the cellar and the security of the lock seemed to give Arleen the impression that this was a storehouse of some sort, though whatever boxes that may have lined the walls were now gone, the floor and walls yearning for the objects that gave them purpose. Arleen soon found himself seated at a table alone as the doorman left to return to his duties. Seconds turned to Minutes as Arleen waited for his contact to show himself. It wasn't until Arleen had begun to suspect that he had been duped that the cloaked figure appeared before him, parchment in hand. The man sat himself opposite of Arleen, his face obscured by the combination of the dim lighting as well as the hood's natural concealment. Arleen began to talk first as was customary of him." I accept."" Without even hearing the terms?"" For what you're offering, the terms are the least of my worries."" Excellent. We were right to choose you. All the details you'll need are contained within this parchment. Should you complete the task set out before you, you may return here once more to collect your payment."" And what will you give me to ensure you pay once I finish?"" We expected you'd ask for as much. Upstairs you'll find upwards of ten thousand gold waiting for you. Consider it an advance payment for supplies and such."" Well then"Arleen exclaimed, his excitement visibly apparent on his whole face." I suppose I'll be taking that parchment and be off as soon as possible then."" Do be aware, however, that if you don't complete the job, we will find you"Nodding on his way out, Arleen was ecstatic as he picked up his advance pay. The sound of coin like music to his ears as he left the storehouse. It wasn't until he had gotten home that he had realized what exactly he had gotten himself into, but by then it was much too late to decide otherwise. The parchment contained instructions for Arleen to rendezvous with some people that were reported to heading through an area. He waist hen to offer his services as a bodyguard and then ensure that they reached the destination specified on the parchment. Once they arrived, agents would apprehend them and inform their superiors of the successful delivery. Then all Arleen had to do was return here to receive his pay. Sounded simple enough, but the idea of Arleen being in charge of delivering people didn't exactly sit well with Arleen. Nonetheless, he slept well that night, his fears comforted by the idea of innumerable coin awaiting him at the end of this road. Arleon had met up with the group as instructed and had been traveling with them for a few days for now. He had no idea what the interest was in them. Perhaps it was the pair of shamans that grabbed their attention. Or maybe it was the rogue who fancied himself important. Either way, he attempted to shield his face from the sun. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Arleen's forehead as he reached into his pack for a rag in which to wipe his forehead. He heard the rogue issuing threats he couldn't exactly back up on his own to a group of rough looking fellows. To the gruff swordsman's side, the young apprentice shaman produced a book from his pack. More empty words with nothing but the boy's sense of justice to back them up. His search proves fruitless. Perhaps he dropped his hand cloth in the last town. He sighs, accepting the harsh rays of the sun as unavoidable, before heading to unhitch his horse. His mare Tabitha and he had been through a lot, and it would seem their journey only conspired to pit them against more trials. Arleen let out a smirk as he saddled himself on the horse. He had never missed a delivery, and he had no intention of missing one now. Gyre – Turn Tithe lead thug hawks and spits in response,"They're calling you dead man, burglar. Doesn't matter whether you run or not, we'll get you in the end." Turning his attention to Greer he makes a dismissive gesture,"Get lost rich-boy. You don't know what you're stepping into." Player Phase Spoiler Hide Tabriz attacks Thug #1 Tabriz deals 11 damage. Thug #1 can’t retaliate. Tabriz attacks again: hits; deals 11 damage – Thug #1 dies! Tabriz gains 30EXP. The thug crumples under Tabriz' magic, eyes wide as though he can't believe that he's being attacked so suddenly. Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide DARPA appears on [20, 3] and moves Thug #5 appears on [20, 3] and moves Thug #6 appears on [20, 3] and moves Archer #3 appears on [20, 3] and moves “Ga-ha-ha! I knew we’d catch up to that damn burglar some day; bring ‘I'm in lads, dead or alive – it don’t matter!” Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide "This is none of my business..." ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide DARPA, level 3 Knight 16ATT, 85% hit, 3% CRT, 5% dodge 25 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 1 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 5 RES, 13CON Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Javelin - 20/20 [11wt, 6mt, 65% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thug #2, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #4, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #5, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #6, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #1, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #2, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #3, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 1 Thief Lord 000/100 EXP 11ATT, 104% hit, 2.5% CRT, 20% dodge 18 HP, 6 STR, 5 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|0|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 000/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|0|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 1 Cavalier (Sword) 000/100 EXP 13ATT, 97% hit, 1% CRT, 19% dodge 18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 1 Shaman 030/100 EXP 11ATT, 97% hit, 3.5% CRT, 21% dodge 16 HP, 4 MAG, 7 SKL, 9 SPD, 3 LCK, 3 DEF, 3 RES, 12CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|03|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn III Player Phase Spoiler Hide Ferric attacks Thug #2 Ferric deals 9 damage. Thug #2 retaliates: hits; deals 9 damage. Ferric gains 15EXP. Greer attacks Thug #2 Greer deals 9 damage. Thug #2 can’t retaliate. Greer gains 15EXP Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide Thug #2 attacks Ferric Thug #2 misses. Ferric retaliates: hits; deals 9 damage – Thug #2 dies! Ferric gains 45EXP. Archer #2 attacks Arleen Archer #2 deals 2 damage. Arleen can’t retaliate. Arleen gains 1EXP. Thug #4 attacks Oregon Thug #4 deals 4 damage. Arleen retaliates: hits; deals 11 damage. Arleen gains 10EXP. “You, you, and you, surround ‘I'm, I don’t want him slipping through our fingers again – and you, go get the ones out searching. I won’t be made a fool of again.” Mercenary #1 is exiting off of [22,2] Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide DARPA, level 3 Knight 16ATT, 85% hit, 3% CRT, 5% dodge 25 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 1 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 5 RES, 13CON Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Javelin - 20/20 [11wt, 6mt, 65% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #4, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 9/20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 44/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #5, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #6, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #1, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #2, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 44/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #3, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 1 Thief Lord 060/100 EXP 11ATT, 104% hit, 2.5% CRT, 20% dodge 9/18 HP, 6 STR, 5 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 44/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|3|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 015/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 44/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|1|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 1 Cavalier (Sword) 011/100 EXP 13ATT, 97% hit, 1% CRT, 19% dodge 12/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 45/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|01|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 1 Shaman 030/100 EXP 11ATT, 97% hit, 3.5% CRT, 21% dodge 16 HP, 4 MAG, 7 SKL, 9 SPD, 3 LCK, 3 DEF, 3 RES, 12CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|03|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn IV Player Phase Spoiler Hide Arleen attacks Archer #2 Arleen deals 10 damage. Archer #2 can’t retaliate. Arleen attacks again: hits; deals 10 damage – Archer #2 dies! Arleen gains 30EXP. Tabriz attacks Thug #4 Tabriz lands a critical hit for 33 damage! Thug #4 dies! Tabriz gains 30EXP. Ferric uses a Vulnerary Ferric recover 9HP. Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide “Stop them cold, the noose is tightening.” Mercenary #1 exits from [22,2] Enemy reinforcements in: Five [5] turns Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide DARPA, level 3 Knight 12ATT, 80% hit, 3% CRT, 5% dodge 25 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 1 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 5 RES, 13CON Javelin - 20/20 [11wt, 6mt, 65% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 3/3 Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #5, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #6, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #1, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #3, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 1 Thief Lord 060/100 EXP 11ATT, 104% hit, 2.5% CRT, 20% dodge 18 HP, 6 STR, 5 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 44/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 2/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|3|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 015/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 44/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|1|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 1 Cavalier (Sword) 041/100 EXP 13ATT, 97% hit, 1% CRT, 19% dodge 12/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 43/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|04|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 1 Shaman 060/100 EXP 11ATT, 97% hit, 3.5% CRT, 21% dodge 16 HP, 4 MAG, 7 SKL, 9 SPD, 3 LCK, 3 DEF, 3 RES, 12CON Flux - 42/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn Player Phase Spoiler Hide Arleen attacks Thug #6 Arleen deals 11 damage. Thug #6 retaliates: misses. Arleen gains 10EXP. Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide Thug #6 attacks Greer Thug #6 misses. Greer retaliates: misses. Thug #6 attacks again: hits; deals 11 damage. Greer gains 1EXP. Enemy reinforcements in: Four [4] turns Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide DARPA, level 3 Knight 12ATT, 80% hit, 3% CRT, 5% dodge 25 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 1 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 5 RES, 13CON Javelin - 20/20 [11wt, 6mt, 65% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 3/3 Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #5, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #6, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 9/20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 44/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #1, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #3, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 1 Thief Lord 060/100 EXP 11ATT, 104% hit, 2.5% CRT, 20% dodge 18 HP, 6 STR, 5 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 44/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Funerary – 2/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|3|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 016/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 7/18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 44/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|2|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 1 Cavalier (Sword) 051/100 EXP 13ATT, 97% hit, 1% CRT, 19% dodge 12/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 42/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 1 Shaman 060/100 EXP 11ATT, 97% hit, 3.5% CRT, 21% dodge 16 HP, 4 MAG, 7 SKL, 9 SPD, 3 LCK, 3 DEF, 3 RES, 12CON Flux - 42/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn VI Player Phase Spoiler Hide Greer attacks Thug #6 Greer deals 9 damage – Thug #6 dies! Greer gains 45EXP. Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide DARPA attacks Jill DARPA deals 8 damage. Jill can’t retaliate. Jill gains 1EXP. Archer #1 attacks Jill Archer #1 deals 6 damage. Jill retaliates: hits; deals 11 damage. Jill gains 10EXP. Archer #3 attacks Jill Archer #3 misses. Jill retaliates: hits; deals 11 damage. Jill gains 10EXP. Enemy reinforcements in: Three [3] turns Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide DARPA, level 3 Knight 12ATT, 80% hit, 3% CRT, 5% dodge 25 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 1 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 5 RES, 13CON Javelin - 20/20 [11wt, 6mt, 65% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 3/3 Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #5, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #1, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 7/18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 44/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #3, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 7/18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 1 Thief Lord 060/100 EXP 11ATT, 104% hit, 2.5% CRT, 20% dodge 18 HP, 6 STR, 5 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 44/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Funerary – 2/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|3|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 061/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 7/18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|4|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 021/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 2/16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 43/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|02|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 1 Cavalier (Sword) 051/100 EXP 13ATT, 97% hit, 1% CRT, 19% dodge 12/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 42/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 000/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|00|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 1 Shaman 060/100 EXP 11ATT, 97% hit, 3.5% CRT, 21% dodge 16 HP, 4 MAG, 7 SKL, 9 SPD, 3 LCK, 3 DEF, 3 RES, 12CON Flux - 42/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn VII Player Phase Spoiler Hide Tabriz attacks Thug #5 Tabriz deals 11damage. Thug #5 can’t retaliate. Tabriz attacks again: hits; deals 11 damage – Thug #5 dies! Tabriz gains 30EXP. Ferric attacks Archer #1 Ferric deals 8 damage – Archer #1 dies! Ferric gains 45EXP – Ferric reaches level 2! +1HP, +1SKL, +1SPD, +1RES! Algeria attacks Archer #3 Algeria deals 11 damage. Archer #3 can’t retaliate. Algeria attacks again: lands a critical hit for 33 damage – Archer #3 dies! Algeria gains 30EXP. Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide “You there, your assistance is required to apprehend this criminal!” “… Your problems aren't ours, stranger.” “Y-you! How dare y- I’ll have you strung up! Ref, I won't be trapped like a rat!” DARPA attacks Algeria DARPA deals 9 damage. Alder can’t retaliate. Algeria gains 1EXP. Enemy reinforcements in: Two [2] turns Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide DARPA, level 3 Knight 12ATT, 80% hit, 3% CRT, 5% dodge 25 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 1 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 5 RES, 13CON Javelin - 18/20 [11wt, 6mt, 65% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 3/3 Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 2 Thief Lord 005/100 EXP 11ATT, 106% hit, 3% CRT, 22% dodge 19 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 9 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 2 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 43/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Funerary – 2/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|5|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 061/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 7/18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|4|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 021/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 2/16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 43/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|02|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 1 Cavalier (Sword) 051/100 EXP 13ATT, 97% hit, 1% CRT, 19% dodge 12/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 3 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 42/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 031/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 11/20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 44/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|03|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 1 Shaman 090/100 EXP 11ATT, 97% hit, 3.5% CRT, 21% dodge 16 HP, 4 MAG, 7 SKL, 9 SPD, 3 LCK, 3 DEF, 3 RES, 12CON Flux - 40/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|08|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn VIII Player Phase Spoiler Hide Jill attacks DARPA Jill deals 6 damage. DARPA retaliates: hits; deals 8 damage – Jill falls! Tabriz attacks DARPA Tabriz deals 6 damage. DARPA retaliates: hits; deals 9 damage. Tabriz attacks again: hits; deals 6 damage. Tabriz gains12EXP – Tabriz reaches level 2! +1HP, +1SKL, +1SPD, +1LCK, +1DEF, +1RES! Algeria attacks DARPA Algeria deals 5 damage. DARPA retaliates: misses. Algeria attacks again: misses. Algeria gains 12EXP. Arleen attacks DARPA Arleen misses. DARPA retaliates: hits; deals 5 damage. Arleen attacks again: hits; deals 4 damage – DARPA dies! Arleen gains 76EXP – Arleen reaches level 2! +1LCK! Arleen picks up a Steel Lance. “Damn you! I won’t – I… I won’t – ugh, not… here…” Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide Enemy reinforcements in: One [1] turn Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 2 Thief Lord 005/100 EXP 11ATT, 106% hit, 3% CRT, 22% dodge 19 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 9 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 2 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 43/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Funerary – 2/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|5|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 061/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 7/18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|4|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Dying 3 Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 021/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge -6/16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 42/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|03|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 2 Cavalier (Sword) 027/100 EXP 13ATT, 98% hit, 1% CRT, 20% dodge 7/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 41/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 3/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|08|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 043/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 11/20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 43/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 2 Shaman 002/100 EXP 11ATT, 100% hit, 4% CRT, 24% dodge 8/17 HP, 4 MAG, 8 SKL, 10 SPD, 4 LCK, 4 DEF, 4 RES, 12CON Flux - 38/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|10|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn IX Player Phase Spoiler Hide Arleen uses a Funerary. Arleen regains 10HP. Greer [rescues] Jill Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide Enemy reinforcements arrive! Mercenary #1 arrives at 22, 2 Thug #6 arrives at 22,10 Thug #7 arrives at 22, 3 Thug #8 arrives at 22, 1 Archer #4 arrives at 22, 9 Archer #5 arrives at 22, 8[/b] Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #6, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #7, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #8, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #4, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #5, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Funerary Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 46/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Red Gem Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 2 Thief Lord 005/100 EXP 11ATT, 106% hit, 3% CRT, 22% dodge 19 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 9 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 2 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 43/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Funerary – 2/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|5|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 061/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 7/18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|4|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - KO Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 021/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 0/16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 42/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|03|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 2 Cavalier (Sword) 027/100 EXP 13ATT, 98% hit, 1% CRT, 20% dodge 17/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 41/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 2/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|08|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 043/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 11/20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 43/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 2 Shaman 002/100 EXP 11ATT, 100% hit, 4% CRT, 24% dodge 8/17 HP, 4 MAG, 8 SKL, 10 SPD, 4 LCK, 4 DEF, 4 RES, 12CON Flux - 38/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|10|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn Player Phase Spoiler Hide Ferric steals from Mercenary #1 Ferric glitches a Red Gem! Ferric gains 14EXP. Tabriz uses a Funerary Tabriz recovers 9HP. Enemy Phase Spoiler Hide Archer #5 attacks Tabriz Archer #5 misses! Tabriz retaliates: hits; deals 11 damage. Tabriz attacks again: hits; deals 11 damage – Archer #5 dies! Tabriz gains 26EXP. Mercenary #1 attacks Ferric Mercenary #1 deals 6 damage. Ferric retaliates: hits; deals 7 damage. Ferric gains 14EXP. Enemy reinforcements arrive! Thug #9 arrives at 22,10 Thug #10 arrives at 22, 8 Archer #6 arrives at 22, 9 [/b] Neutral Phase Spoiler Hide - ----------Map Spoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide Thugs Spoiler Hide Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #6, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #7, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #8, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #9, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #10, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #4, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #6, level 1 14ATT, 90% hit, 1% CRT, 15% dodge 24 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 7 SPD, 1 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 11/18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 45/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 2 Thief Lord 033/100 EXP 11ATT, 106% hit, 3% CRT, 22% dodge 13/19 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 9 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 2 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 42/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|6|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 061/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 7/18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Red Gem Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|4|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - KO Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 021/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 0/16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 42/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|03|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 2 Cavalier (Sword) 027/100 EXP 13ATT, 98% hit, 1% CRT, 20% dodge 17/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 41/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 2/3 Funerary – 2/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|08|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 043/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 11/20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 43/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|05|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 2 Shaman 028/100 EXP 11ATT, 100% hit, 4% CRT, 24% dodge 17 HP, 4 MAG, 8 SKL, 10 SPD, 4 LCK, 4 DEF, 4 RES, 12CON Flux - 36/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 2/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|13|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold Gyre – Turn XI Player Phase Spoiler Hide Algeria attacks Thug #6 Algeria deals 11 damage. Thug #6 retaliates: misses. Algeria gains 10EXP. Tabriz attacks Thug #6 Tabriz deals 10 damage – Thug #6 dies! Tabriz gains 26EXP. Tabriz picks up an Iron Axe. Arleen attacks Thug #8 Arleen lands a critical hit for 33 damage – Thug #8 dies! Arleen gains 26EXP. Ferric seizes [20, 3] ----------Map Complete!----------Ferric darts into the store, ducking out of sight. Arleen – and horse – quickly follows, various packaged or otherwise displayed goods scattering as he nearly clips the door frame on the way in. The butcher howls with indignation as the remainder of the group follows suit, overturning tables and shelving to establish a makeshift barricade about the entrance. He raises his cleaver, shouting for his new and very many unwelcome guests to vacate the premises, only to be summarily ignored. His protests die on his lips when an arrow shatters one of his windows, and he dives behind the store counter with a whimper as the door splinters under the determined assault of Belarus head-hunters. The armed struggle that takes place afterward feels like an eternity to him, broken by a hoarse cry for “retreat!” He takes the blissful moments of silence that follows to collect himself, screwing up his courage as he peeks over his countertop, hand curled about the reassuring heft of his cleaver.---OOO---Jill groans, slumped against a wall for support as her still-strung bow clatters from her hands to the floor. Her shirt sticks to her side, dark fabric wet, and she shivers, in obvious need of more qualified medical attention. Further into the general store, the proprietor – a large man with a butcher’s profile – emerges from behind his counter and warily eyes the group,“What in the Goddess’ name is going on here?”---OOO---Some time later… Yash Algae frowns, furrowed brows and hooked nose making him resemble nothing more than some anticipatory bird of prey at the moment. The courier swallows nervously as the man peruses his latest report, lips a grim line.“Unacceptable,” he declares in a near shout, spittle flecking his lips,“for a burglar to make a mockery of Broadcast’s military!” He slams a gauntleted fist against his desk, closing his eyes and breathing in and out for a few moments as he collects himself. Almost a minute later, his eye opens as he pins the nervous messenger with his gaze, lips curling up in a sneer as he begins to write. Perhaps he can use this incident to ply more troops out of the capitol – but first, he must discuss…“You will deliver this to Electors RAF and Suraj.”----------Map Rating Speed: 4 Tactics: 3 Funds: 4Experience: 3Overall:3.5Gained TP: 5.5 [2 (completion) + 3.5 (rating)]Current TP: 5.5----------MapSpoiler Hide Enemy Stats Spoiler Hide Thugs Spoiler Hide Thug #3, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary Thug #7, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #9, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Thug #10, level 1 13ATT, 77% hit, 0.5% CRT, 10% dodge 20 HP, 5 STR, 1 SKL, 5 SPD, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 12 CON Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Archer #4, level 1 10ATT, 91% hit, 1.5% CRT, 6% dodge 18 HP, 4 STR, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 0 LCK, 3 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Archer #6, level 1 14ATT, 90% hit, 1% CRT, 15% dodge 24 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 7 SPD, 1 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 7CON Iron Bow - 45/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85%hit, 0%crit] E Mercenary #1, level 1 9ATT, 106% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 11/18 HP, 4 STR, 8 SKL, 8 SPD, 0 LCK, 4 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 45/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Neutral Units Spoiler Hide Guard #1, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #2, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #3, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #4, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Guard #5, level 1 10ATT, 80% hit, 0% CRT, 2% dodge 21 HP, 3 STR, 0 SKL, 1 SPD, 0 LCK, 0 DEF, 0 RES, 6CON Iron Lance - 45/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Player Stats Spoiler Hide Ferric Even’Shut, level 2 Thief Lord 033/100 EXP 11ATT, 106% hit, 3% CRT, 22% dodge 13/19 HP, 6 STR, 6 SKL, 9 SPD, 4 LCK, 3 DEF, 2 RES, 6CON Iron Sword - 42/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Lock-pick – 15/15 Funerary – 3/3 Dark Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|6|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Greer Belarus, level 1 Trainee (Dark) 061/100 EXP 9ATT, 88% hit, 1.5% CRT, 8% dodge 7/18 HP, 2 MAG, 3 SKL, 3 SPD, 2 LCK, 2 DEF, 0 RES, 4CON Flux - 43/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Red Gem Earth Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|4|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - KO Jill Candler, level 1 Archer 021/100 EXP 14ATT, 109% hit, 4% CRT, 16% dodge 0/16 HP, 8 STR, 8 SKL, 4 SPD, 8 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 6CON Iron Bow – 42/45 [5wt, 6mt, 85% hit, 0%crit] E Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Bows’D|03|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Arleen, level 2 Cavalier (Sword) 063/100 EXP 13ATT, 98% hit, 1% CRT, 20% dodge 17/18 HP, 8 STR, 2 SKL, 8 SPD, 4 LCK, 8 DEF, 0 RES, 9CON Iron Sword - 40/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Steel Lance - 30/30 [13wt, 10mt, 70% hit, 0% CRT] D Funerary – 2/3 Funerary – 2/3 Anima Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|10|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Algeria, level 1 Mercenary 053/100 EXP 14ATT, 104% hit, 3% CRT, 16% dodge 11/20 HP, 9 STR, 6 SKL, 7 SPD, 2 LCK, 4 DEF, 1 RES, 10CON Iron Sword - 42/46 [5wt, 5mt, 90% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 3/3 Thunder Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Swords’D|06|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Tabriz, level 2 Shaman 054/100 EXP 11ATT, 100% hit, 4% CRT, 24% dodge 17 HP, 4 MAG, 8 SKL, 10 SPD, 4 LCK, 4 DEF, 4 RES, 12CON Flux - 35/45 [8wt, 7mt, 80% hit, 0% CRT] E Iron Axe - 45/45 [10wt, 8mt, 75% hit, 0% CRT] E Funerary – 2/3 Light Affinity Proficiencies Spoiler Hide {table]Type|Rank|Points|Next Dark’D|15|40[/table] Supports Spoiler Hide - Party Funds:2000 gold inside, Greer takes several deep breaths, trying to calm the pounding in his chest. Despite everything he'd seen since he left home, all the blood and death outside was still a little beyond him. He had little time to catch his breath before the door was hacked to pieces, and he did his best to harry the archers, flinging spells or bits of debris out the windows at them. Holding the choke point at the door was left to the qualified professionals. Lifting a bit of broken door tiredly, he gave it a weak toss just as he heard a 'retreat' from outside. Was it finally over? Could he take a moment to gather himself at last? Unfortunately, Jill collapsed at that moment, the thump drawing Greer's attention. Moving to the archer's side, he pressed a hand against the wound to slow the bleeding, closing his eyes to the sight to avoid throwing up. Even still, a bit of bile left a bitter acidic taste in his mouth. Swallowing back the liquid, he kept his shaky hands in place and hoped the others were able to do something. He was not in a state to speak right now. Least most of us made it Ferric thought as he looked around the shop. Gasping a little as he touched a gash on his thigh he began to check other the others that happened to have joined him in the fight. Tapping his dagger's hilt on the counter he looked behind the counter. Seeing the quivering butcher he asked with a small smile" There would happen to be any other exits besides the front door here would there?" Algeria heard the call to retreat from the soldiers he relaxed slightly, watching the men make haste at the barking words of their superior. For Algeria it wasn't a bad fight, though neither was it a good one. Once the was sure they had gone, he surveyed their make shift barricade, it held up well, surprising considering the amount of arrows protruding from it. Then Algeria looked over himself finding wounds he ignored during the battle. Procuring a long cloth he ripped it; tying the pieces over his wounds. He looked back once the butcher began to speak up at their intrusion, the man was simply lost. The rest of his companions looked healthy enough, aside from Jill who was slumped down. She was bleeding from a severe wound, he also noticed Greer attempting to stop it." Move aside,"Algeria bluntly told Greer as he took the remainder of the cloth and helped to close off Jill's wounds. It wasn't the best job, but it was currently all he could do. “Is-is there a back way out?” The butcher stutters, flummoxed by Derrick’s bald request, pausing briefly as his face purples to an impressively dark shade. He raises a meaty hand, as though to strike at the thief before reigning himself in, eyes darting between the unwelcome intruders and the more-or-less complete ruin that they’ve managed to bring to his shop.” A back way out! You - you’ve ruined me!” He sweeps his hand across the shop and glares, jabbing at the semi-barricaded entrance.” Get out! Out!” back nervously and looking away, Greer tried not to think about the bloody mess of the girl's injuries, or the wounds he himself had caused to the brigands outside. He let Algeria take care of it; the grizzled mercenary was no doubt more experienced than he at staunching wounds. Desperate to find something else to focus on, Greer turned his attention to the butcher. He looked around. They had indeed barged in and brought ruin to the poor man's home and business. Swallowing in the guilt, the boy spoke up,"Sir, I'm deeply sorry for this. We did not mean to cause so much damage, it was just the only place we could take cover." His hands picked and pulled at his cloak as he worked up the nerve to ask he wanted to ask." I'm, ah, sure we can make it up to you somehow? Right?" Greer looked to the others hopefully, spotted Jill again, and asked a more grave question,"Please sir, could you direct us to the town's physician? She needs medical treatment! We'll be out of your hair after that - I promise."

Fire Emblem_ The World in Brass (IC)|rating:3.0

Blood and Guns (Thesunmaid and Robwell202)

Celeste Blue was standing at the edge of the crowd frowning. This was a bad part of town, so a murder was not really unusual in this part of town but the fact that the body had not one drop of blood left in it and multiple puncture marks as well as ligature marks on the wrists and ankles. The body was of a hooker that had been missing for a few days. Not that anyone reported it at the time but some of the other working girls who were around kept saying"Yeah that's misty....she ain't been around for a couple of days...we all figured she was on a bender or something..." Celeste stood watching and sighed...she needed to find the ones who were killing like this. They were going to expose them all...bastards.they needed to be stopped before they exposed everyone to the world...they did not need to have the world knowing they were real. They needed to stay in the shadows and this was not fucking well helping. She shook her head and stepped back her hair up in a bun and her expensive leather coat blowing a bit in the wind. She moved off away from the crowd not wanting to be noticed by the police...this was the third murder this month...and there were more people missing...the latest was a girl from the local university.it was bad enough taking hookers and homeless men...but now...they were taking people who would be noticed...dammit.she gritted her teeth and moved off towards the alley nearby to wait until the crowd thinned, and she could perhaps grab one of the nice policemen and have him tell her things.and then forget. She watched what seemed to be the head detective...not bad looking a bit rumpled...looked like he slept in his clothes.he needed to get more sleep and eat properly, or this job would make him sick. She could see the stress almost radiating off him. Detective First-Rate Rick Bradley was, indeed, stressed. His rumpled appearance belied the fact that, only two years out of uniform patrol and being on loan from narcotics, he'd caught what seemed to be a serial killer case, with no apparent MO or any other common factors. To say that Bradley was close to ripping his hair out was being nice, as he was well beyond that state, truth be told." Another hooker?" A uniformed officer asked. "They're dropping lie flies, these days."" Doesn't mean we don't do our jobs." Bradley groused. "She was a human being, regardless, and she deserves a bit of closure on this." Bradley reached up and ran his fingers through his rumpled-looking hair, remembering that it had been close to thirty-six hours since he'd last slept. Then, with his hair smoothed out a bit, he reached into a pocket, fished out a smoke, and lit it before going back to his notes. It would be a long night, indeed. Roughly half an hour later, the M.E.'s crew had the body of the poor working girl stashed away, taking it to their inner sanctum to try and divine some kind of clue as to what had actually happened to her. With that, the crowd of ghoulish onlookers began to disperse, and that gave Bradley the chance to spot... Her! Rick had seen her face before, at one or two other of his crime scenes. She was too well-dressed, too classy looking to be part of the local life in this sector of town. Rick started walking off, letting the uniforms take care of the last of the crime-scene procedures, while he started to walk towards the girl, keeping his eye on her. So far, there was only one thing in common with most of the bodies he'd been working, and that was a complete lack of blood in any of them. Sure, there were other cases he had, but this, with its possibility of being a serial killer, took the utmost priority in his caseload, and now, with this girl standing there, he might just have another clue." Excuse me, miss!" Bradley called out, trotting toward her at a fast clip. "Police! I need to ask you a question or two." She moved past one of the uniformed officers, and he seemed to move to stop her from moving past him as the alley was still part of the crime scene, but she smiled touching his arm and said something softly, and he seemed to just step back his face going a bit of blank and nodded sort of just standing there. She turned to look at the detective and smiled looking him up and down obviously not caring if she was being demure and lady like, although she held herself as if she was royalty which well in the vampire world she pretty much was the top of the food chain being the oldest vampire in the city at the moment."Well, well...you know it is rather rude to shout at a lady monsieur." She had a noticeable French accent...but she did not seem to be Canadian French.she looked into his eyes and then leaned in"Well since you seem to be so in need of my answers.who am I to disagree." She smiled looking into his eyes and leaned in." Where do you want me.detective?" The way her voice slithered over his ears.it sounded like a definite invitation the way she was looking at him and smiled as she reached out touching his chest"What was your name Cherie? It's only polite to tell me what I should call you." Bradley, as he walked after the girl, watched as a uniformed officer he knew simply backed away from the girl he was trying to catch up to, backing off as if she was the highest authority the world had ever known. Bradley knew the officer, new him to be a rather competent cop, but just like that, he was backing off and letting her through. Was he that whipped? Then, when her attention was squarely on him, reaching out to touch his chest, Bradley stopped in his tracks, reaching up to move her hand away from him." It's Detective Bradley." Rick said, as he shoved her hand away. "And, touching an officer without his consent would be considered assault, if I wanted to press the issue." His voice was stern, wracked with the weeks of built-up fatigue that this case had given him, and he wasn't about to let some prissy little princess-wannabe get the better of him, not then. Now that the latest scene was secured, and the body heading off for autopsy, all he really wanted was to go home, take a shower, and sleep for a solid month, but that wouldn't happen, not yet. He'd seen this girl before, and he had to know." I need to ask you why you've been to several of my crime scenes." Rick said, matter-of-factly. "The truth is, we usually see someone that appears repeatedly at crime scenes to be a major suspect, and I'd rather not have to arrest you if you're not who I think you are. Now, please tell me why you're here, and why you've been at the others." Bradley reached into his pocket, bringing out his notebook and getting ready to write." Start with your name, address, and occupation, please." He said. "And, while you're at it, let me see some identification." She smiled as he tried to growl and grumble as she looked at him"You must work very hard detective.you look so tired.and when's the last time you ate a proper meal? I feel safer already knowing you're here to serve and protect..." She smiled and licked her lips a bit and a few of the other officers were watching them, and she looked over at them and smiled waving a bit and one of the tough as nails beat cops blushed a bit like a school boy and waved back, and she blew him a kiss and looked back to Rick. Now detective I really do have other things to do this evening so why don't we speak of this at a later time?" She smiled and then noticed he was not acting glamoured and the blinked slightly surprised which was not easy to do to someone who had seen over 500 years of nights and smiled as he ruffed at her about wanting her name and such." All work and no play makes rick a dull boy." She leaned in handing him her driver's licence"Oh I do like a man who knows how to take charge...but not too in charge. My name is Celeste...all the rest if their on my license and my occupation...well... I am an author...and why I am here? To observe... I write mysteries...my Nom de Plume is C.R. Green and well as Rochelle Valentine. If Rick read at all he would know this to be a rather famous mystery and thriller writer. Alternating between the C.R. Green gritty cop mysteries that actually made the cops seem like they were genuinely the good hardworking men and women they were. A lot of the cops in the precinct enjoyed her writing. The women liked that her female characters were not weak damsels and the men liked that the author seemed to know police procedure but did not give a step by step on how to commit a crime. Many cops theorized the author was once a cop himself and would be thrilled to meet the man behind the books, but he never gave interviews and little was known about him, and Rochelle Valentine supernatural thrillers full of vampires, sex and violence. Basically she was a few pen strokes away to go from an R rating to an X. But people at the books up. Also did not grant interviews much but would on occasion do them over the telephone, but she never had an accent when she did so. She sounded American. She smiled watching him."if you doubt me I am sure my publisher would be happy to confirm." She saw the wheels clicking away in his mind as he tried to make sense of things." I only wish to learn as much as I can Mon Cherie." The two of them seemed to be getting an unusual amount of attention as they spoke from his follow officers some of them snickering and chattering, and she smirked"If you are going to need more of me might I suggest we not do so in such a public place..." She smirked"You don't even need to handcuff me.although if you really want to. I would not object." She licked her lips again. Bradley was too consumed with writing down the girl's information to pay much attention to the jeer and snickers of his fellow cops. In truth, all he had was cop-brain to work with, as all other considerations were beaten down by the sheer level of exhaustion he was feeling. He finished the last of her information, and handed her license back." Well, if you are C.R. Green, you've got one hell of a talent." He said, as he passed her ID card back. "I've read almost all the books under that name, and the only reason I haven't gotten to the latest couple is, I've just been too damned busy." Bradley took a moment to pause, stretching his back and trying to find a last touch of energy for the evening. He was about to go end-of-watch for the night, but still, his cop's mentality wouldn't let something like this possible lead go. Her story, that of being an author of two well-known series, was probably too hoary to be faked, but that didn't matter." I'll be running this down, making sure you are who you say you are." Rick said, stifling a yawn. "If you are, we might have something to talk about. I like your work, and maybe I could press you for an autograph. However, if you're not..." Bradley's man-brain, the part of his mind that would've told him that a gorgeous woman with a sweet, lovely and authentic French accent, was flirting with him, had given in to fatigue a long time ago. Right at that moment, sex, even sex with someone as delightful as this girl, was the furthest thing from his mind." Here's my business card." Rick said. "The office number's good for leaving messages, but if you want to contact me directly, use the cell number. I'm never in the office, these days." With that, Rick decided to withdraw from the girl, walking back towards his own department-issue car. He hated the Ford cruiser, the dime-a-dozen car that the department had in spades. The one last thing that he might enjoy this night was the trip home in his restored 1969 Fire bird. However, one last thought caught his attention before he took a step." How the hell did you know my name is Rick?" He asked. "I didn't tell you my name, and you said it before I gave you my card." She smiled a bit"Well thank you detective.It's always nice to meet a fan...and I can sign something for you certainly...but I would appreciate it if you would not make it public knowledge of who I am...some would not take kindly to finding out I am neither an ex police officer nor a man.as I understand rumors abound with my books speculating all sorts of strange things." She chuckled softly." I could send you a copy of the newest book signed if you wish." He seemed to be immune to her glamour... This in of itself was interesting as hell. And she stepped forward and looked slightly concerned"Detective...you look exhausted... I know you are working hard as you can find the killer of these poor unfortunate souls...but you will do no one any good if you make yourself ill... You should take care of yourself and get some rest." She took the card and nodded smiling"Do you give your personal cell to all your witnesses or just the ones your fans of?" She looked at him and smiled"Well my dear Rick...you are yourself a bit of a celebrity...you are in all the papers...and I...well..." She smiled coyly"You had caught my attention in that I was thinking of modeling a character after you...the strong hardworking detective doing his best to keep the city safe from a serial killer.the...vampire I believe the papers have dubbed them?" She wrinkled her nose"I.was wondering.would you allow me to pick your brain sometime? Not giving me any details on this case of course as I understand I am not an officer...but I would appreciate it if you would allow me to spend a bit of time with you.when work and your personal needs are met." Bradley was fading fast, his eyes were having a hard time staying open in the cool air of night. Still, there was just the faintest glimmer, the slightest ember of his man-brain still at work, telling him that this gorgeous creature talking to him was actually being flirty with him, maybe even showing interest in him. Try as it might, though, that little Mandarin voice was severely dwarfed by the sheer tonnage of the exhaustion, and Rick had little energy in reserve." Witnesses? Yeah." Rick said, about his card. "And, if there's a living victim on a case I'm working, I give it to them, too. Just something I do, to show people I'm actually working for them. Cops have a bad enough rap as it is." From behind Rick, the screech of tires announced the speedy, unannounced arrival of another police-standard Ford cruiser. Rick didn't need to turn around to know who the occupant of the glossy-black version was, either, as the gloss black signified a supervisor, and in this case, Rick's watch commander, a lieutenant who was both a cop's best friend and a slave driver, when needed." Bradley!" The LT called out. "Hey, man, you look like sheer hell! Who's this girl?" Bradley cringed when he heard the LT's comment about how he looked. Of course Rick looked like hell! How else would he look, after running himself ragged looking for a killer that drained their victims of blood?"LT, this is a witness." Rick said. "She said she... was curious about the case, as she may have seen someone. Wanted to tell me about them." Bradley dodged the truth, or the supposed truth, about whom the girl was. If she was, in fact, C.R. Green, then she'd just asked him to not advertise the fact, and maybe, just maybe, this little show of courtesy, keeping her identity a secret, would make her more pliable to sharing what she knew, if anything." Fine." The LT said. "Talk to her some other time. Look, victim number three's been ID'd, and the bosses are furious. She's the grand step-niece of the Commissioner's wife, and that means all hell's about to come down. You've got to nail this guy, Rick, and soon." That was it, the point in which Rick's resolve fell apart." What the fuck??" He snarled to the Lieutenant. "I've been working this case for two months straight! I can't work any harder than I am, LT! Get of my fuckin' back!" She stepped back and watch the LT rip into Rick but when Rick growled back she smirked. Oh, this one had fire...she defiantly was more interested now. Well, well...so this man was the one who was pushing dear detective Bradley to do harm to himself. TSK TSK...now we cannot allow that now, can we? She stepped between the two men and the LT looked at her and growled"Look toots...this is police business...flirt on your own time...right now we have a killer to catch. I tell ya you police groupies are all the same.you got a badge and it's a panty peeler."now the watch commander was an infamous chauvinistic pig, but he had now met him match. Celeste blinked as he called her toots and a police groupie and her eyes narrowed, and she hissed at him"Enough!" The Lt stopped his babbling about woman and looked at her a bit startled"You listen to me, you chauvinistic little bully!" She was shorter than the Lt, but she has a fire to her that was unmistakable"If you think I am going to stand here and listen to you berate this fine hardworking young man you have another thing coming! And another thing.the only panties your rotund behind will be peeling are the ones you were under your suits because no one knows about your little fetish for women's underclothes." The Lt looked startled and for once in his life seemed speechless"Now! You are going to lay off of detective Bradley...go back to your car, and you will be filing a request that puts him off work with pay might I add for 3 days.in that time you will not bother him...call him or stop by with anything to do with this case. Also, you are going to give him that raise he so richly deserves and count your blessings you have such a fine officer on the force...and next time you speak to your officers...be it a detective...or uniform you will be respectful. No matter their gender or rank... Do you understand?" The Lt looked down like he was a little boy who was being scolded and kept murmuring"Yes ma'am... I understand ma'am..." She glared"Now go away!" The Lt looked at Rick and then almost ran back to his car. A female uniformed officer walked up beside you and smirked"Fuck...she's my new hero..." Another male officer smiled and made a whip noise as he watched the Lt run off"Man... I think I am in love." Celeste stood with her hands on her hips glaring as he drove off and then turned back to them all"I...apologize for losing my temper so. I do hope you all will simply forget that unpleasantness and go about your business."the officers seemed to simply drift away and go back to what they were doing now. She looked at Rick"I hope you don't mind that...you just.look so tired...and you need a good meal and some sleep." Rick Bradley, Detective First-Grade, stared, slack-jawed and awe-struck by the tiny little fireball that had just dressed down his - HIS - Lieutenant. The man easily towered over her by almost a foot, and he carried such an intimidating form that even the men of his detachment were cowed in his presence. Rick, on of the few cops that had the wherewithal to stand up to the giant cop could only stare as this girl savaged him in a mere few seconds." No.... no problem." Rick said, stunned and exhausted. "I... I don't mind a bit. We... uh... we need something like that, once in a while. The LT's one of those guys that forgets that the taxpayers are the ones that pay our salaries." Just then, Rick's cell chirped, a sign that he'd gotten an official text message from the office. When he looked at it, his eyes went wide, and then he burst out in a heavy belly laugh. To: Bradley, R. (DET.-Gr.1)From: Personnel Admin.1) Bradley hereby ordered down-time for 72 ours.2) Gr.1 pay-scale permanently head to file (Bradley, R.). Retroactive pay from point of temporary promotion in effect. When he was done laughing, Rick brought his eyes up to the girl's, and smiled softly." I don't know how you did it, but..." He stammered, his voice soft with his gratitude. "I thank you. I really do." With that, Rick seemed to straighten, as if a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders. He rolled those shoulders around a few times, and stretched his neck once again, before returning his eyes to the girl that had just seemed to do him a huge favor." Tell you what." He said, softly. "Give me a day to sleep, and tomorrow night, if you want to pick my brain like you said, call me, and we can meet somewhere? Like, dinner maybe? Or a drink?" She stood there glaring at the man as he drove off and then moved to Rick and smiled a bit"Forgive me... But I do have some problems who seem to think that pushing people to the point of breaking for their job is complete and utter bullshit." She cleared her throat and shrugged a bit." I believe that you provide an essential and very important service to us all." She heard the cell phone go off and smiled a bit. She knew what it would say and then stepped back as he started to laugh and seemed happy"I do not wish for you to not find this killer. But you will do no one any good if you become ill or burn yourself out." She smiled a bit and reached out taking his cell phone and tapped in her phone number and handed it back to him"I am afraid my days are sadly spoken for... I have to meet my publisher as well as my publicist who will be begging me to start doing interviews as both my pen names...which I enjoy my privacy. I would love to have you over for dinner...or we could go out.go home and get some sleep my good man.call me when ever you like after 6 pm... I should be available after that." She smiles and turned away and headed off towards her car climbing in and driving off and one of the other detectives walked over"Remember man...sleeping with a witness is a no no." He slapped Rick on the back and walked off. Rick Bradley shot the detective a foul look as the man walked away from him. Witness, sure. He thought. But what about a famous author? Can't be rules against that. With that thought, Rick finally realized that he was feeling a bit better, at least energized enough to get home. After checking to see that the crime-scene was well and truly secured, he walked to his office Ford, climbed in, and headed back to the office to sign out for the night. Roughly an hour after Rick spoke with Celeste, he was sitting in his own car, the '69 Fire bird, letting the motor move him towards home, and the promise of rest. Once at home, a small studio apartment just half an hour's drive from the office, Rick made quick work of stripping off his shoulder holster and badge holder, setting them on his dresser, before he peeled of the rest of his clothes. Then, wandering into the bathroom naked, he turned on a very hot shower, and let the hot water start to melt the fatigue from his bones and muscles. No, this one shower wouldn't erase the two months worth of ache he'd accumulated, but it would be a start. Stepping from the shower dripping wet and naked as the day he was born, Bradley finally found his bed, falling flat on his back. He reached over to the nightstand where Celeste's card was, gave it a smiling glance, then let gravity take over, his eyes slamming shit almost immediately. He'd sleep for nearly 18 hours, and when he woke, his first thought was to call his favorite author. She headed home knowing that he would call her. He knew that he would be drawn to her even if she could not glamour him. She knew he was a lonely man and the attentions of a beautiful woman he would be drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He would get burned if he came to her too quickly. But he would need to come to her. She would keep him at arms length until she was sure she could trust him. But this one...he had potential...a lot of it. The phone rang at Celeste's house and a deep voiced man answered." Blue residence...this is William. How may I help you?" She was just waking for the evening and was feeding from one of the young men she used to feed on. Vampire groupies were such fun... No more stalking and hunting.all a vampire had to do nowadays was simply hang out in a goth bar and wait for someone to notice them and offer their blood. She would glamour them to forget the blood loss of course, and they would simply assume that they had drank too much. She heard William a large black man who had been with her for 12 years now answering the phone, and she pulled her face from the boys neck raising an eyebrow listening in and smiled assuming it was Rick. The night passed surprisingly peacefully for Rick, who was, it seemed, comatose as soon as his head hit the pillow. Nothing, not the sounds of sirens outside, not the phone, nothing could bring him out of the sweet, uninterrupted slumber. However, when he did wake, he felt almost like a new man. A new man with a bladder issue, it seemed. Rick sprinted from his bed and hit the bathroom, deciding to take a shower after he'd done what he originally went in to do. There was a definite spring to his step, something that had been missing for several months, now. When Rick exited the shower, he'd felt better than he had before, which was saying something, counting the effect that the sleep had on him. Then, padding, barefoot and wet, room the bathroom back to his bedroom, he walked over to his dresser and pulled out some clothes, informal and comfortable. After all, he wasn't supposed to be a cop that night, but just a guy enjoying the first of three nights off. That's when he noticed the card on his bed stand table. He looked it over, and then grinned, reaching for his phone. Rick pulled the phone away from his ear when he heard the low, deep voice on the other end. It was male, it didn't have an authentic French accent, and it didn't sound friendly at all. After a second's pause, he put the phone back to his ear, and spoke." Detective Rick Bradley, to speak to miss Celeste Blue?" He said, rather hopefully. Red = being spoken in Frenchman Four=good day The man let out a breath and seemed annoyed at the man on the other end his voice was low and a bit gruff with a southern twang to it."My mistress is having her Dinah right now. I would be remiss in my duties if ah were to interrupt her. You know not finishing can cause digestive troubles." Ceslete heard the phone call looking up and growled"William? Who is that on the phone?" Her voice came out soft in the background as William as you heard his name said"A detective Bradley miss." She sat up and held her hand out"William you know I have been waiting for a call from the police detective...give me the phone and be off to attend to your duties." He sighed"Yes mistress." The French they both spoke seemed to be different dialects... Celeste sounded more like she was from France...whereas the man who spoke his French was more accented and awkward like he had only recently learned Canadian French, and it mixed in with his southern accent. Suddenly there was a soft laugh on the phone"Detective Bradley. Bon jour... I am so sorry about William.he tends to be a bit overprotective about myself. I recently have hired him since I came to Montreal to watch over the house and make sure everything is secure. How are you feeling? I suppose you are looking for that drink. I could come pick you up if you like. Or I can send a car to come to you.which ever you prefer."she purred into the phone." You have been on my mind all day." Rick Bradley was moderately aware of the French language, and the fact that there were differences between certain regional dialects. Even so, he couldn't hear much of the conversation between this guy William and Celeste, who'd explained that he was a recently hired retainer of some sort. It didn't bother Rick that much, who decided to get dressed while making the call, having his phone on 'speaker' mode as he pulled on clean jeans and a decent shirt." Bonjour, Mademoiselle!" Rick said, cordially, giving no dot her Freshness. "It's no trouble. I just hope he didn't think I was calling on some official capacity." Rick listened, ad was mildly shocked when Celeste intimated that he'd been on her mind all day. "Truly?" He asked, trying to stifle a grin. "I'm... well... Flattered by that." Rick snuck his badge into the holder in his wallet, and then put his pistol in a pancake holster that fit snugly inside his waistline, keeping it tight and secure in case he needed it. He may have been off duty, but old habits died hard with cops, and one never knew when he'd have to respond to something out of the blue." Oh, hey, you don't have to send a car." Rick explained. "I have my own wheels. Just tell me where to meet you, and I can get there myself. That is, unless you insist on sending the car. I wouldn't care to turn down a lady's generosity." Man, you're turning on the charm, Rick! He thought to himself. Indeed, it seemed that the eighteen-hour sleep had had a positive effect on the otherwise duly and cranky detective. She chuckled an almost touchable laugh that would send a soft chill to his skin and sat back"Oh my dear detective....why would you not be on my mind? I mean after all how dedicated are you to have put yourself at great personal risk simply to keep us all safe from a killer. Plus I do admit my dear man... You are quite easy on the eyes even rumpled and disheveled." She smiled"Oh I will be happy to send William with a car...he would be happy to come and get you and bring you over to my home for dinner. I hope you would not have a problem if I prefer to stay at home. I am not sure...even with an officer at my side. I....well... I am not sure if I really want to be out at night. My home I assure you is quite comfortable, and I am sure I have an offer of some good wine and my housekeeper would be thrilled to cook for someone besides myself. Would...that be all right? I also think....well I might not want to share you with anyone else."she laughed softly again. Rick chuckled at the flirtatious nature of the conversation, and nodded, despite the fact that Celeste couldn't even see the gesture. He was feeling good, better than he had in a long time, and even if Celeste's flirty notions didn't come to anything, it was nice to know that her opinion of him, even at his work-day worst, was better than what women usually thought of him. He made sure to thank her for the compliment, and then set down to brass tacks." No, Miss Blue, it's not a problem." He said, softly. "I white understand about wanting to stay at home. A lady in your position... even with a 'Writer's Name', needs to be careful." Rick paused, and thought about his address, and where her car should come to get him." Tell your guy I'll be waiting on the corner of Lennox and Fourteenth." He said. "The corner is pretty well lit, and there's a little corner store there. And, I thank you for the invite. Just so you know, though, I'll be coming armed. It'd be better if I had my shield and gun, in case I have to stop a robbery or something." With that, Jake thanked Celeste again, and closed the line. He grabbed a jacket, a nice, comfortable bomber-style leather jacket, and donned it before setting out to the corner below his apartment. As he descended the stairs, there was a spring in his step that no one had seen for a very, very long time. She sat back and let out a soft moan as she stretched"mmm yes I am somewhat of a home body if you would like to come and see what position I am in right now...and what sorts I might get into." She smirked knowing that he would probably think about that sexually." I would not worry about things so much with you around. I have a state-of-the-art security system...It's simply because out in the open it might be...more dangerous, and I don't want you to have to feel you have to protect my body when you are sworn to protect everyone around you."she purrs into the phone again. She smiles a bit"I will send him right away my dear man...well.you meet him he will be off to get you in about 15 minutes or so... William! I wish you to go pick up my new friend." The deep voice came from the background"I...well... Yes. Mistress."15 minutes later a surly looking large black man showed up in a limo getting out opening the door for you"Mr Bradley.... My Mistress requests that you join her for Dinah...please come with me." He did not look happy with this, but he did not say anything else once you get into the car and drove you back to a large beautiful mansion. It would seem writing paid very, very well. If there was one thing that Rick Bradley knew, instinctively, it was that it was unwise to anger a towering man who appeared to have a bad case of 'Pissed off' to begin with. William, Celeste's apparent retainer, while seemingly polite, did have an are of annoyance about him, so Rick simply nodded his head and entered the car, without saying a word. There was no point in making trouble for himself, not when the evening showed a bit of promise. Instead, on the ride to Celeste's house, Rick kept himself quiet, remembering the route. He'd developed a good sense of the city in his time as a cop, both in uniform and plain-clothes, and he felt like it would be a good thing to remember how to get here, in case Celeste would ever want to meet again. Rick had no illusions, no ridiculous hopes that the famous writer would fall madly in love with him, but the way she flirted made him feel good in a way that he couldn't quite remember, not for a long time. If that's all it was, somewhat innocent flirting, then so be it. She'd done him a couple of solid favors, already, and Rick wasn't about to complain. For some strange reason, Rick had the weird idea that Celeste lived in some luxury apartment in town. Much to the opposite, as William pulled up in front of the giant manor that they'd arrived at, Rick blinked, letting out a weak whistle at the proportions of the house. Simply put, one could've jammed ten of his modest little one-bedroom apartments inside this place, with room to spare! Apparently, writing did pay off, but Rick was a fan of her work, along with millions of other folks, so it only made sense." She lives here?" Rick asked no one in particular, drawing an odd look from William, who simply guided Rick up the stairs and through the front door before vanishing behind another door. This left Rick waiting, rocking on his heels as he took in the decor of the entry-way. William looked over at Rick and raised an eyebrow and growled out." Mistress deserves the best...and she insisted on having somewhere does not have to worry about nosy neighbors...the grounds allow her to do as she pleases and not have to worry about paparazzi. She is a very private person." He said the last part sort of softly, and it was obvious he had feelings for the woman. He pulled up to the gates...yes this place even had electronic gates, and he drove up to the house and there standing on the front steps in a delicate silk kimono type robe her wet hair brushed back into a long braid and her pale face devoid of make up, and she actually looked a bit younger than before.and she smiled as she saw Rick stepping out of the car."Oh, Detective Bradley... I am very happy to see you. I do hope you will excuse my appearance... I had a quick bite to eat when I got home after I came back from my meetings and I did a bit of a work-out. Furthermore, I did not want to appear to you all sweaty and wet." She looked at William"William...leave us alone for now...we have much to talk about. Rick and me." She smiled and walked down almost floating down the steps and took his hand leading him into the house and into the dining room. Her house looked like everything in it...the furnishing the carpets...everything was antique and expensive. When Celeste appeared, Rick had noted with not a little satisfaction that, even fresh out of a shower and wearing a robe, she still managed to look stunning, which was probably one of the reasons he instantly became more aware of William next to him. However, when Celeste dismissed him, Rick felt a bit more at ease, and liked how Celeste's hand felt in his taking him into the house as she did." I don't mind a bit." Rick said. "You're one of those ladies that can look exceptional, no matter how she's dressed." On the way towards the dining room, Rick did, indeed, take note of the decorations, the furnishings. Everything had the feel of antique, but Rick wouldn't know one antique from another, aside from the fact that they were all old. Rick, in his own way, was very much a man of the current age, happy with his modern setting. However, even as he was, he was very impressed with the place that Celeste called home." This place is amazing!" Rick said. "It looks like what museums want to look. Alive, but cared for, you know? I'm really blown away by all this!" But then, just before entering the dining room, Rick pulled to a stop, and faced Celeste directly." Uh, look..." He muttered, softly. "I'm not stepping on any toes, here, am I? I mean, if there's something between you and that William guy, just tell me. He just seems a bit put off by my being here." Rick gave her a strained smile, and tried to make the best of the situation, but the fact was, William's demeanor was weighing heavily on him, and he didn't want to start any trouble. She smirked a bit seeing him looking at her and smiled at the compliment of her home." Why thank you dear man... I do believe that is one of the nicest things that I have said to me... I don't have much company I am afraid." She blushed slightly for his benefit. She had just fed so she was able, and she felt warm to him right now. Like a normal human woman would. But there was still something about her. The way she moved and held herself.she could seem to sit almost perfectly still. Something that only old vamps seem to be able to do. She looked at him and turned and moved in close as he said uhh look. She moved in and pressed herself into him." William...is an employee and a friend...he lives here with me, but I do pay him handsomely...and I have a house boy...he keeps my place clean and feeds me. He cooked a wonderful meal for us tonight. So will you do me the honor of not worrying about who I share my bed with and simply allow me to enjoy you."she smiled"Your.company I mean of course." She looked down at his body." Not that I would be opposed to.more of course." Not only was Celeste very flirtatious on this evening, but she was downright forward, more forward than Rick had ever seen in a woman before. She was straight with her speech, saying what was on her mind, and while Rick had known a few women like that, none of them had kept the feminine charm that Celeste had, when speaking so forwardly. It would be fair to say, at least to Rick's way of thinking, that she was just a bit overwhelming. Rick didn't seem to mind, though. Then, when she moved in close to him, he could smell the clean scent coming off of her, the shower-fresh scent of lovely woman, with nothing else lingering on her, no perfume, no scents of smoke or anything else. Of course, when she did come as close as she did, Rick's heart did a jump, and began to eat much, much faster, but Rick was a cop, used to keeping himself under control even under the worst circumstances, and this was by no means the 'worst'. The problem, at least as far as Rick could see it, was that he really wanted to lean his head down to kiss Celeste. Would that have been to forward? Considering all the things that she'd said, herself, Rick didn't think so, but women could be strange that way. Still, there was only one way to find out. Rick leaned his head down, and brushed his lips against Celeste's in a soft kiss." If you want more, that's fine." Rick said, softly. "The way I'm feeling, 'more' would be an easy thing." She smirked a bit at Rick...she could tell he was a bit thrown off by her being so forward with things, but he did not seem to be pulling away either which said something about his character indeed. Oh, this one would be quite fun to play with. She pressed into him and then felt his gun and looked down surprised"You.brought your gun?" She was not exactly surprised, but she was also not very happy about it...did he suspect something? She would have to watch this one...see what he knew. She smiled a bit and kissed him back"Come please sit down, and we can enjoy a meal...and you can tell me about yourself... I do admit I am fascinated by police work, and I was wondering if I might pick your brain for some ideas for stories I am thinking for my next book." She smirked a bit and then slipped into a chair and then just as she did a pale blonde young man with hair that looked like spun gold, and he smiled at them both and set a roast in front of them a few other women dressed as maids served them dinner, and then they all slipped out and left the room. When Celeste questioned him about bringing his gun, he offered a sheepish, shy grin. "Yeah, I told you I would." He explained. "I doubt I'll be here all night, and some of us like to keep our badges and guns handy, in case we run into trouble. Once a cop, always a cop, as they say." But the real surprise, at least for Rick, was when Celeste didn't pull away from the kiss he tried. Instead, she seemed to enjoy it, and far from what Rick was actually expecting, for Celeste to pull away, insulted, she seemed to let it go, as if it was something that happened all the time. Maybe it was, for a person for where she was from, France. Or maybe... there was something else at work? Possibly an attraction, maybe something mutual? Rick couldn't deny the fact that he was attracted to Celeste. Between her naturally good looks, even having just come out of the shower as she had, and her playful, flirty words towards him, both of those things combined to make Celeste one of the most interesting women he'd ever known. Truth be told, even though he didn't know much about her, she was still someone of a mysterious nature, a writer that seemed to want his company, even if it was just for professional purposes. When they were seated, and the proposed meal brought out, Rick's mouth flooded, and his stomach did a hungry lurch. He hadn't seen food like this in a hell of a long time, having had to resort to late-night delis and fast food for his meals. Such was the constant, harried nature of his case, it took all his time, and home cooking just wasn't on the menu, not for a single, working cop like him. Rick only noticed the person who served on a superficial level. He seemed to be a pretty-boy type, primped and trimmed to look like a painting in some ways. The man reminded Rick of several Victorian-era portraits he'd seen in his school days, when he'd attempt an art course to fill out his electives as he pushed on for his criminal science degree. Either way, the food presented was much more captivating, and Celeste even more so that the food." Pick away." Rick said, offering a much stronger smile this time. "Although, there'd be a lot of guys at the shop who'd say you could teach us a thing or two. Your novels are... well... some of the most technically accurate books out there, and a lot of us thought you'd be a cop, instead of who you are. They're very impressive." With that, Rick started to partake of the offered delicacies, and waited for Celeste to ask her first question. She'd done a lot for him, the first time they'd met, it was only proper that he returns the courtesy. She looked down and nodded"Very well... I just hope you don't bring it with you to bed. I am not so much a fan of guns. I understand the necessity of them for certain people...but others they are not tools...they are simply dangerous..." She smiled a bit looking away." You must think me quite forward, but I find when it comes to things one wants...it sometimes does no good to simply be passive." She smiles a bit as the food came out, and she looked up." I do hope you don't mind pork roast. You did not strike me as a vegetarian." She knew he was hungry.she could hear his stomach growling and his body was reacting with hunger...and not just for food. But she was fine with this. She stood up and picked up the carving knife and fork and then stepped over to the roast and then bit her lip"I do hate asking...but I am afraid I am not very good at carving...would you...mind?" She offered him the knife and fork." She smiled a bit and looked down"I read a lot of the manuals when I am able. I was lucky enough to know a few officers speak with me about these things... I wanted to make sure that people knew how hard you all work...although I do make sure not to give away all your secrets. Furthermore, I have had some letters complaining of this...but we can't have the bad guys knowing all your procedures." She stepped back from him as he carved the meat up and served up the veggies and side dishes onto the plates and slipped off to sit down pulling her chair closer to his and smiled at him. Rick sat, stunned, for a long moment, his ears ringing with something he couldn't really believe he'd heard. Did Celeste just daybed? As in, she was expecting him to join her in her bed? He blinked a couple of times, but before he could ask for any kind of confirmation, she'd offered him the knife and other tools to carve up the roast that had been presented. Rick, who'd had a large portion of his mind hijacked, nodded and began the task of preparing their meal." Well, the technical stuff is all well and good, but..." Rick said, as he placed a slice of the roast on Celeste's plate. "A lot of it goes with intuition. The thing is, that's something you already understand, from what I've read. The intuition plays a lot into it, and the technical side just provides the evidence to either prove or disprove our theories." Rick served himself, and sat down, noting with a nice feeling that Celeste was sitting closer to him. Now that he was rested, the cop-brain and the man-brain parts of his mind could co-mingle fairly easily, and he found that talking about the job with Celeste to be rather refreshing, to say the least." And, that's why I have such a problem with this case." Rick said. "All four victims bled dry, but nothing more in common than that. Even the methods are all different. Different girls, different body types, the whole deal. It's frustrating the crap out of me, and I just can't seem to find anything else to link them. The only thing I know for certain is, it's one person, because bleeding a victim dry like they were, that's not something that more than one person does at the same time, I'd bet." Rick smiled as he sat, taking a drink of the wine that was offered. Then, he took a taste of his dinner, and the smile widened, as it moved towards Celeste." Oh, damn, this is good!" He said, after swallowing. "My compliments to your chef!" Rick ate a little more, and as he did, the nagging question came back to the forefront of his mind. He took his time, formulating his question so that it wouldn't seem offensive or dumb, and then, when he'd cleared his mouth with a napkin, he looked over to Celeste and shot her a questioning look." If this seems out of line, just say so, but..." Rick said. "Did I understand you correctly? Did you just say I was to join you in bed?" She sat back watching him looking thoughtful and smiled"I had wondered if perhaps your police captain when you are back from your holiday would allow me to perhaps go with you on your case... I was actually thinking I might just come out of the bookshelf as it were... My publisher has been begging me to allow them to do interviews, but I was not sure how people would feel about a woman writing gritty cop books.or if it would drop my popularity or not...but apparently I am one of the more asked for interviews...do you think that would be at all possible?" She smiled at him a bit as he said it was good." I will let my house boy know that...he does so enjoy it when people like his cooking... I am always traveling as of late so he pouts so when I cannot have dinner at home." She smiled at him as he asked her about what she meant." Rick my dear man...I do not say things that I do not mean. If I say something I tend to be very literal...I prefer not to dance about subjects...life is too short not to go for what one wants. Don't you agree?"she smiled a bit. Rick was just about done with his dinner, a meal that was, in point of fact, one of the best he'd ever had. It was so good, in fact, that he had a hard time retraining himself to keep from gobbling the whole thing down in a matter of seconds. As it was, he did manage to spread it out over time, and take his time enjoying it, which, in the grand scheme of things, made it all the better. Still, Rick felt that the conversation was just about on par with the meal, even though Celeste seemed a bit forward about some things." Well, an extended ride-along isn't something that's unheard of, but I've never heard of it happening on a homicide beat before." Rick said, taking a sip from a glass of water. "I guess, though, that you've gotten me a three-day pass during a heavy investigation, so whatever clout you have would manage to pull it off. You'd have to go through my Lieutenant, but... we saw how easy that was last night." Rick chuckled, slightly, at the memory of the huge, overbearing LT crumpling like so much scrap paper in the presence of Celeste, a woman that was clearly no more than half his size in most respects. Rick kept that memory special, in a secret place in his mind, because things like that were all too rare, and never happened often enough. But then, she'd explained about her intentions with him, and the 'bed' comment. He paused with his drink in his hand, looking at Celeste with a critical eye. He studied her carefully, but even with his trained cop's eye for detail, he couldn't find any kind of deception coming from her. She was simply stating that she wanted what she wanted, and as far as Rick was concerned, it seemed both logical and profound." Celeste, if I may be so bold, you're one of the most forward women I've ever met." He said, grinning. "I find that both refreshing, and a little exciting, if I may be so bold as to say so. I'm not quite sure what I've done to deserve such consideration, but... I'm flattered, to say the least." Even as he said this, though, Rick was certain that, some time during the evening, there would be something to come about that would ultimately change the direction of the evening, and Celeste would find her diversions elsewhere. Rick, in his own estimation, wasn't much to write home about, and even though he was confident enough about himself, he just couldn't see himself with a woman like this. Things like that just didn't happen to him. She had picked at her food knowing it did her no good to eat, although it did allow her to pass for human. Not many vampires possessed this ability, and it had helped her more than once to fool people into thinking she was human. It also allowed her to trick hunters who had taken out so many of her fellow undead to pass among the humans. She smiled seeing how happy the food made him"It does not take much to keep you happy does it Detective?" She looked thoughtful and smiled"I would love to see you work... I think it would be quite informative." She licked her lips and tilted her head." I will have to call your LT sometime soon." Looking at Rick and smiled a bit"I am in the experience that life can be short...why wait? This life we have been given is a precious gift and I think I prefer to care the hell out of my Diem.so to speak."she smirked a bit her eyes traveling over him and licked her lips again leaning forward her breasts nicely framed by the robe she was wearing. She knew exactly how she was sitting and had meant to give him a teasing show of her body. And the view wasn't wasted on Rick, not at all. He took his time, absorbing the form of Celeste, framed in the fabric of her robe, and not for the first time, he was tempted, and tempted quite heavily. Could he allow himself to give in, one time, and let things just... happen?" Celeste, I' truly flattered that you'd feel that way about me, but the truth of the matter is, I'm not that kind of guy." Rick said, softly. "Believe me, I... want... to take you up on your offer, and very badly, but... I'm a cop, and I've got a duty to uphold. It may seem strange to hear it, but I hold my integrity very high, as far as my job goes. It's... Furthermore, it's who I am." Rick dabbed at his face with a napkin, and took another sip of his drink. Then, he turned in his chair to face Celeste, and smiled to her, trying to reassure her." You see, Celeste, there's a part of me that really wants to be with you tonight, to see what's under that robe, and to enjoy it." Rick said. "And, that's the problem. If I were to do that, I'd be giving in to an urge, and not doing something out of respect, which is who I feel it should be done." Rick set his napkin and glass down, and pushed himself away from the table. He looked around, and tried to find a door where he could exit, because the room had suddenly gotten quite warm, and he could feel a sweat breaking out on his brow. He stood from the table, and smiled again to Celeste." Now... If my LT agrees to the ride-along, I'd be more than happy to take you with me." He said. "But, understand this. I'm working an active series of homicides, and if I get called to another scene, it'll be up to you if you come along. If you do, I really wouldn't be able to protect you from what you'll see, so that would fall on you. I'm just warning you that it could get hideous... really gruesome. Please, consider that before you make your pitch to my boss, okay? Your writing is superb, and very technically accurate, but there's a world of difference between reading it, and seeing it first hand." Rick reached out for Celeste's hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it. Then, once he'd released it, he turned and headed for the door, looking for his jacket and the way outside. She smirked watching him a bit and chuckled softly"Rick you are not on duty right now...remember? You are simply a handsome civilian who is having dinner with another civilian and enjoying each other's company.you do not have to pull the knight in shining armor to impress me I assure you. I am already impressed by you." She smirked"You're not the kind of guy who wants to be intimate with a woman who he says he finds attractive? Are you one of those men who want to wait for marriage?"she raised an eyebrow. She smiled a bit"I can handle gruesome Rick...I assure you that I will not faint or be sick I assure you... I write murder mysteries for a living.I know horrifying..."he most likely did not believe her about her being able to handle it, but Celeste had caused a few horrific scenes in her time and a vampire could not afford to be squeamish about blood. You would starve otherwise...she had seen it...vampires dying because they tried to hold onto their humanity refusing to feed. Idiots...but she had a feeling that she could entice the beast inside rick to feed and kill if she decided to turn him...so far her contacts had not been able to hunt down the killer, and she was getting antsy...she could not allow this to continue.it was getting obvious that this was not the work of something human." She raised an eyebrow as he moved off as if to leave and found himself in a large bedroom with a balcony overlooking the expansive backyard and pool as she smirked and followed him"Your not one to make exits are you?" The cool air on the balcony hit Rick like a sledgehammer, which was just what he needed. In truth, Celeste's charm was having something of a fogging effect on his mind, and that was something he didn't like. As he breathed in the cool breeze, he tried to center himself, and found that cop-mind was coming back a bit, tickling some things in the back of his mind. When he heard Celeste's voice behind him, he slowly turned to her, and he nodded." You're right." He said, softly. "I' off duty, even though I carry my shield and gun. And, you're a lovely woman. Like I told you before, I want to, very much, but... Even though I want to see what's under that robe, Celeste, I... I have a few questions that need answering." Rick leaned against the rail of the balcony, and tilted his head, thinking." First off, I would like to know why you were at three of my crime scenes before last night." Rick said. "Celeste, I saw you there. It's why I caused you down last night, as a matter of fact. Now, tell me why." Rick thought a bit more, and then the real question came to his mind." Now, my boss, the Lieutenant, I've worked with him for two years now, and I've never... ever... seen him bend over like that!" Rick said, his voice low and stern. "Not only do I get a three-day off-time in the middle of a major investigation, but I'm promoted to Detective first-grade, with retro-pay. That... never... happens... Celeste. Right now, I'm the top cop in my watch section. I want to know.... Why?" Rick reached his hand back, and rested his pal on his pistol's butt stock, keeping it resting in its holster." Before anything happens between us, Celeste, I need to know these answers." She moved into her bedroom and smiled a bit seeing him standing on the balcony and crossed her arms and tilted her head as he turned to look at her. She raised an eyebrow and sighed"Once a cop always a cop.all of you...you can never simply relax and not be suspicious." She looked at him and smirked a bit"So are you going to be good cop or bad cop...because if your bad cop...might I suggest you cuff me." She looked at him with a wicked smirk. She looked at him"As you said before my books are very technically accurate. There is a reason for that... I have a police scanner... I listen to it and I go to scenes...and I read a lot. Furthermore, I have contacts in various law enforcement agencies. They send me manuals. I also have made friends with your ME charming woman by the way. And as for your boss... I am a vampire and used my Jedi mind tricks on him because obviously that is the only way he would see that you work harder than any in your squad...it could not possibly be because something in my logic actually made sense, and he was already considering it. And he that he was shocked by a well-dressed well-educated woman standing up for a young detective who obviously has no time to date. No it could not possibly be that he might be giving you a hey good on your for landing a hot woman.or perhaps I am actually a super villain! And I used my super secret sonic mind control gun to make him bend to my every will. Soon I will have the world on their knees MWA hahaha?" She puts her hand on her hips"Now...which of these three explanations makes the most sense?" She smiled at him sweetly. Rick leaned back against the balcony's rail, putting his trust into the idea that it wouldn't collapse and send him tumbling down to the ground below. As he listened to Celeste's explanations of things, his arms crossed his chest, and he nodded, grinning at her theatrical comedy." Now, see, the crime-scene thing I can dig." Rick said, nodding his belief. "Like I've said, I've read enough of your stuff to know it's got a solid backing in real-life. There's no problem there." Rick's stance shifted a bit, as he shuffled his feet while he digested the three possibilities Celeste had offered him. Then, he brought his eyes to hers, and gave her something of a piercing look." Celeste, it's either the vampire, or the super-villain." He said, softly. "See, you don't know my boss. He'd never, ever, give out a promotion in the field, not to someone under his command. He comes from back in the bad ol' days, when cops used 'other' techniques to get confessions out of creeps. Furthermore, he demands results, and he's a whip-cracking, slave-driving son of a bitch who knows his dick's in the fire, now that one of the victim's been ID'd as a family member of the high brass. It just doesn't add up, Celeste." In truth, none of it added up, besides the explanation of her appearance at his various crime scenes. None of it, from the simple yet effective way she'd dressed the LT down, to her interest in him. He wasn't that impressive to look at, was he? Why was this girl coming on so strongly?" See, the personal lives of his officers doesn't mean a damn to the Lieutenant." Rick said, softly. "So, you're going to have to try that one again. I can't see the super-villain, because you're just... too... good. And, vampire?? Come on, that went out in the 90s." She raised an eyebrow looking at him"Well so glad you can believe me with my writing and as for what your boss is like. No I don't know him...and from what you have told me I would not care to anyway.but you seem to so...why don't you go ask him? I do now enjoy being called a lair detective... You see I have no idea why he would cave into my demands other than I have a very confident and compelling voice...so if you figure out something then let me know but until then I believe you should be going..."her face and voice went cold, and she frowned obviously insulted"I am sure you can find your way out of my bedroom on your own. She turned away from him and made her way over to the closet opening it up and then looked over her shoulder"Tread lightly detective.there might be a reason you have not gotten this promotion you deserved until you met me....it could be that you have absolutely no idea how to handle people...or there could be a good reason you don't have a wedding ring...if this is how you react to a woman showing interest its little wonder."her voice was soft as she slipped out of her robe not seeming to care if he saw her naked or not and moved farther into her closet to get dressed. Rick shook his head, and tried to stifle a low chuckle. He pushed himself away from the balcony's rail, and started walking towards the door that he'd entered the room from, intent on honoring the lady's wishes, and leaving." You know, Celeste, I didn't deserve that." Rick said. "I just need to know some things, that's how my mind works. I'm a cop, remember?" Rick made his way towards the door, but before he opened it, he kept his eyes down towards the floor, and spoke again." Celeste, tonight was grand. I thank you for the meal and the good company." He said, softly. "And, I'm sorry if you took my words wrong. It wasn't my intention to insult you, or to impugn your writing cred. You're damn good, and I'm a first-class fan of your work. And, if you're still intent on going on the extended ride-along, there are other detectives working the case with me. I'm sure the boss can arrange for you to go along with one of them." With that, Rick opened the door and exited, moving out the way he remembered being guided in. He made sure his badge and gun were still on him, then looked around for his jacket, which he found in short order. Then, by some miracle, he found the front door to the place, and headed out into the cool night air. He walked along the street for a good, long time, before he managed to hail a cab back for home.

Blood and Guns (Thesunmaid and Robwell202)|rating:4.0

The Wolf and the Rose (Markus and Becca)

(a thousand yards off to his left were the familiar battlements of River run. Its drawbridge was down, and a steady stream of men, horses and supplies were seen moving in and out of the ancestral home of House Fully. The fields around River run were dominated by neatly ordered rows of tents, all around were tenants, banners bearing the sigil of the wolf. The army of the North had arrived at the River lands. Their latest victory at the Battle of Ox cross had boosted flagging spirits, but the proclaimed King in the North, knew that the war was far from over. They were North men a long way from home, their supply lines were stretched, and despite three victories the Lannister army was still battled effective, they still had the bulk of their men. The North men did not by themselves possess the manpower to defeat Twin and his host, the rationale behind sending Then off to seek aid from his father, the rationale behind sending Katelyn off to parley with Rely. And while he was yet to hear from the Iron born, it seemed at first glance, that his mother had had better luck securing aid for his cause. An alliance with House Tyrell hadn't been his intent when he had packed Katelyn off to the South, but these were unusual times. A compact with the Knights of the Summer would provide much needed men, grain and supplies which would go a long way to counter the Lannister's, but what would be their price? News of Rely's death had sent shockwaves through the camp, when the first ravens had come in. Since then, much of Rely's banner men had joined up with his brother Stands. It was a development which had given Twin pause, and had slowed if not stopped his war machine from venturing out into the River lands to do battle with Robb (What was Twin up to? His men had intercepted scattered communications between the Lannister's and another house in the River lands, but which one? Were his sisters still alive? He had heard little from Santa since her letter, requesting him to bend the knee. These and other thoughts sat heavy with the Young Wolf as he sat sharpening his blade a short distance off from his army. The sound of the whetstone running down the length of his blade soothed the man. Maintaining a respectful distance were a few of his banner men, grizzled, bearded men in brown leather armor who kept a watchful eye on their King. From the general vicinity of the camp, came a rider headed in his direction. The young king sighed, it was undoubtedly for him. Another squabble to break up, another dispatch which required his immediate attention, another request for an audience with some minor lord, it was endless. But Robb was his father's son, he would see this through to the bitter end. He would have justice for Edward, he would litter the south with Lannister dead if that's what it took. He returned the sword to his sheath, stood up, strode out to meet the approaching rider, leaving the relative shade of the mangrove tree under which he had taken shelter. The rider dismounted smartly, bowed, "Pardon m'for... sire, but they are here." Robb groaned inwardly. Of late his men had taken to addressing him as befit his title of King. He personally didn't care much for it, but his banner men had been quite insistent. They were proud of their young wolf." Thank you. Please have them escorted to my tent, I'll be there shortly." he intoned, adjusting his gloves. The rider saluted, then beat a hasty retreat back towards camp. It appeared Katelyn along with the advance Tyrell guard were here. Robb began a slow, measured trot back on his stallion, trying to dredge up whatever tidbits of knowhow he had acquired about House Tyrell from his lessons with Master Lewin. The Reach constituted much of the best farmland in Westeros, and thus was traditionally the bread basket for the Kingdom. While it came up short in material riches compared to House Lannister, it made up for it in manpower. He of course had heard tales of the women of the Tyrell household, the formidable matriarch Glenna, and the radiance of its brightest flower, Margery. His men bowed as he strode through camp, Robb himself nodding on occasion, acknowledging the men he was familiar with. He frowned as he passed the flayed man banners of House Bolton. Rose had requested making an example of the Lannister prisoners a few days before, it was a request he had denied. He didn't want to give the Lannister's an excuse to do the same to Stark men, not to mention his sisters who were still in their captivity. He paused in front of a large tent situated roughly in the center of camp, dismounted, handing the reins over to squire. Robb parted the folds of the tent, marched in, taking his gloves off." Mother!" he exclaimed with a nod. "I'm glad to see you reached safely..." Catelyn turned around away from the table, her eyes warm as they lay upon her boy, their embrace was warm, heartfelt. Robb's eyes fell upon the large blonde knight standing a few feet away from Katelyn. Was she the knight, Brianne, her mother had mentioned? The one who had sworn to follow her. Standing at one corner flanked by two knights were the women of House Tyrell, Glenna and Margery. He recognized one of the knights as Margery's brother SER Lora's, the other however was an unknown."... I see you've brought guests." (Tyrell was known across the Westeros lands for two fundamental reasons:First and foremost, for being the only daughter of Valerie Hightower and Mace Tyrell, the Lord of High garden and Warden of the South, and younger sister to the heir Willa's, the scholar Garland and the Knight of Flowers, Lora's. The Tyrell family's wealth was envied across Westeros and second only to the Lannister, controlling most of Westeros' stores of grain and livestock. The second reason was far simpler and superficial: Margery was rumored to be a great beauty, with her long, luscious dark brown locks; eyes as blue as the sky above High garden and the kind of body which would easily tempt any red-blooded man into enjoying her charms. She was lithe and delicate, with gentle curves and skin lightly kissed by the warm sun of her lands. What those without enough political savvy wouldn't know, and it was dangerous knowledge to ignore, was that House Tyrell was actually guided and commanded in the shadows by the willful Lady Glenna, Mace's mother, and that women in the House held far more power than they did in any other great House. Margaery had inherited her charms and wits from this very woman, and had been trained by her in the arts of the court from a tender age. Which was precisely the reason why, as Margery made her way further down the North, she was not bitterly travelling to meet the man who would most likely become her second husband. She had known since she was but a child that marriage was a strategy and her hand would be her grandmother's highest bet in a negotiation, and thus had expected her marriage to be simply another step in her power ambitions. Her marriage with Rely had been a mistake. Utter and hopeless mistake. They had placed a bet on the young Marathon man and failed. Not only was he far more interested in her brother than he would ever be on her, which was not a concern in her mind, but he did not have the power or influence to win in the end. So a new arrangement had to be made, and the possibilities were limited. Who should the Tyrell's support? They could not afford another mistake. In the beginning, the current King of Westeros: Joffrey Marathon -or if the rumors were true, Joffrey Lannister-was considered. A childish, self-important, foolish and cruel young man she knew she'd never be able to fall in love with. Margaery could deal with all her future husband's many issues. Joffrey seemed easy to manipulate as long as she pretended to bow to his every whim. Her grandmother, though, had eventually decided against this possibility. Joffrey was too much of a risk. He was more and more so rumored to be insane, and in time, he would lose the throne as well. All the Tyrell's needed to do was accelerate that outcome. But how? By supporting another Marathon? No, it wasn't a possibility. Stands was under the influence of the red witch, and so any kind of manipulation over his intentions would fall into deaf ears. The Martell's? Perhaps, but they had always been outsiders to the Westeros culture, and people would not easily accept a Cornish King. The Grey joys were out of the question, Margery would become just another woman in a long line of conquests, the pirates pillaging everywhere they went. They would bring chaos to the Seven Kingdoms if given the chance. And so Robb Stark came to be the only viable chance. He was a powerful Lord, son of one of Westeros' greatest House, and having the support of both House Fully and most likely would also hold House Arron as allies. Three great Houses under his wing if he was to make the call. Four if the Tyrell's were to become his allies. The journey had been long yet not strenuous. They had not been forced to travel toward Winterfell, across the gelid lands covered with snow, but rather to the Fully stronghold, in the middle of the River lands. It was a middle point between the North and the South. Katelyn Stark had already discussed the issue of an arranged marriage extensively with her grandmother, Lady Glenna, even considering the complex situation that her son was promised with one of the Frey girls. It was a delicate issue, but one the two women were certain they could navigate through. It was a matter of convincing the young Wolf that a marriage with Margery was to be most beneficial for House Stark and his banner men. Margaery was ready to meet Robb Stark, who was rumored to be a handsome and strong young man, his features a perfect mix between the Stark's and the Tells. She had chosen an outfit specially fit for this specific situation, an outfit which highlighted her best assets and showcased both her House's wealth and position, as well as the Tyrell unique fashion: a blue silk gown, giving her an aura of serenity and grace. Entirely sleeveless, with a plunging v neckline, the kind of dress which gently embraced her figure and made the eye naturally travel through her tantalizing curves. As a final fashion statement, it featured a beautiful gold metal belt piece -given to her by her darling brother, heir to the Tyrell throne, days before her departure-in the front, which held a strong resemblance to vines branching away from the large golden rose in the center. Margaery's smile blossomed softly on her full, red lips with conviction as she noticed Robb enters the tent, embrace his mother warmly and then look their way. Behind the Tyrell family stood their entourage, a small group of equally brown-haired women and three guards clad in Tyrell colors. He was clearly not too keen on meeting them, not too keen on having visitors, and yet she knew he would not reject them off-hand. It would not be appropriate to his position, and the Stark's were stern followers of ancient traditions. He would at least hear what they had to offer." My Lord Stark" She bowed her head and curtsied for him delicately, as a Lady would when meeting a King instead of a fellow nobleman. "I wish our arrival does not prove to be an intrusion in your battle-camp""Nonsense, girl, I'm certain Lord Stark is more than happy to receive our company" Glenna replied sharply, and took a step toward the much younger man standing by his mother's side. "So this is the young wolf I have heard so much about" "Lady Margery!" Robb (tipped his head slightly in greeting. "Please accept my condolences for your loss." her blue silk dress with the plunging neckline, was a sharp contrast to the drab gray and browns of the Stark encampment. It made her appear much like a rose amid brambles and had likely caused no small amount of discomfiture among some of his men as she wore that outfit while riding into camp. Arguably the most eligible bachelorette in the Seven Kingdoms, it was hard to find a high-born man who hadn't competed for her affections, unless of course the man in question happened to be Rely who is rumors were to be believed was more interested in Lora's than his sister. "This no intrusion my lady, my apologies if our camp lacks certain... comforts, I can have chambers arranged for you and your ladies in waiting at River run if you so wish."" Lady Glenna, thank you for making the long journey up north, I trust the roads weren't rough. House Stark appreciates our ties with the South." he said, his tone formal, as he turned to address the de facto head of House Tyrell. That she was here meant the Tyrell's were taking this visit seriously, very seriously. "Refreshments for our guests." he directed that towards a page standing near the entrance, who immediately made himself scarce. If early indications were anything to go by, it seemed his recent victories had made an impression on the grand old lady. The Tyrell's were not here out of charity after all, Glenna was a consulate expert at the Great Game. She would throw in her lot with whichever house offered her the greatest advantage, the most favorable terms. At the moment, that was House Stark. He had had only the one terse missive from his mother as she made her way back up North. She hadn't gone much into details save the fact that she had secured an assurance of support from the Tyrell's. He steered his present company towards a table at one end of the tent, on which a map of Westeros was sprawled out. Wolves, Lions and Stags depicted the approximated position of the various armies of the three kings. "As you can see, we have made significant strides against the Lannister's in the past few months..." he said, pointing out the wolves which now dominated the center of the map, and had begun spilling over into the Wester lands. "...we now have the backing of Houses Fully, Frey, and most of their vassals. Barring token forces, the bulk of the armies of the North are here in and around the River lands. We have also sent ravens to seek support from my aunt Lisa in the Vale and are expecting a favorable response soon." he said, painting an optimistic view of the campaign thus far. That his Aunt Lisa had ignored his half dozen messages had begun to concern him. That he had to hear from Then since he left his side over a month back nagged at him. He was probably being paranoid again, the pressures of battle and command, yes that was it, it must be. "We have achieved much but with your support we believe we can accomplish more." he said, looking up from the map. He had their attention, especially the men folk. Lora's's hand which had hung loose over the pommel of his sword tightened as he took in the stags of Stands's armies. He would likely have pushed to link up with the Lannister's, to give Stands the middle finger, thankfully cooler heads had prevailed. The page now reentered the tent bearing a tray with goblets of spiced wine. Robb's eyes flicked over in Margery's direction as he sipped from his chalice. There could be only the one reason why she and her ladies in waiting had made the long trip up north, it was a thought he preferred to ignore for the time being. All men should keep their word, kings most of all, he thought, and he had already given his assent to be betrothed to a Frey girl in exchange for passage across the Twins. Katelyn knew this of course, but that she still sought a similar arrangement with another house revealed an opportunistic side of her, he had hitherto not been privy to." Robb..." Katelyn cleared her throat, as she began, "... I ran into Lady Glenna in Rely's camp at first, we talked a little about the war, your father, Joffrey among other things. All this was before Rely's untimely death..." Robb caught Brianne's face take on a pained expression for but an instant before becoming impassive yet again."... after which I met up with Glenna on the road where we held formal discussions about a took between our two great houses. They are open to an alliance, however they do have several conditions, chief among them being..."" I'm already pledged to the Frey girl mother. I gave old Walker my word, you were there." he interjected, draining the last of his wine, before asking for a refill. Margery faked her best sorrowful expression and nodded her head dutifully, as any good widow would, even when she had not once laid with her previous husband. It had been a sham marriage by any and every definition of the word. Yet, decorum dictated she should be a good widow and mourn her own loss." I thank you for your kind words" She replied warmly, her bright gaze focusing on him once more. "I have grown used to the life at camp, worry not about my comforts, my lord" She assured him, her smile only growing warmer. Any woman marrying a Stark should prove, after all, they could endure harsher conditions than those offered in High Garden. After all, life beyond the South was harsher, and nowhere was stern determination more valued than in Winterfell." As well, you should, my young boy" Glenna replied sharply, though her expression was not unkind. "I knew your father, though not as well as I wished I did. My condolences on your loss, Lord Stark. I trust your shoulders are strong enough to whether the responsibility of your leading your House as your forefathers have before you"The refreshments soon arrived and were properly served to those of noble birth first, though Margery made certain her ladies in waiting got their own cup as well. House Tyrell was well known for their kindness to those beneath their station, and Margery would not be an exception. Robb informed his mother of the news and progress they've made so far in her absence, and the Tyrell's respectfully remained silent during this moment, even Lady Glenna merely asked for a seat to rest her "old bone on" and let the young wolf speak. And then the inevitable moment of tension arrived, as Katelyn began to address the true reason why half of House Tyrell's heirs were in Fully's territory. It had been clear as day before, clearly, especially considering the presence of the House's matriarch, yet it still needed to be said. And Robb's reaction needed to be obtained. Of course, being a Stark, set in his ways and honorable through and through, his reaction was as expected." Now, now, Lord Stark, I would not be so hasty" Lady Glenna reprimanded him before Margery could even consider what words to utter. "I know you gave your word, your mother told me as much. Lady Stark is a wise woman, however, and it would behoove you to listen to her advice. It would behoove you to listen to mine as well. Honor is one of the main reasons House Stark is known and respected across Westeros for. Keeping your word is important. All a man truly has been his word, is it not? Well, the problem is, you are not just a man. No. You are Robb Stark, Lord Protector of the North and responsible for the safety and wellbeing of the people under your protection, which at this moment are both all your banner men, the villagers and farmers who live in the North, and those who follow House Fully as well, who have bowed to your command. Perhaps even House Arron, if your Aunt Lisa does the same. Those are a lot of souls to account for. To care for. The Frey's... they cannot offer you the alliance our House can. They cannot offer you the men and resources House Tyrell can. An alliance with the South would secure a better position in your battles, our battles, and allow you to rescue your sisters, unharmed, before that man-child sitting at the Iron Throne gets any ideas of revenge." Robb (narrowed his eyes as Lady Glenna intoned, his face had an expression of a man who was being forced to swallow something distinctly unpalatable. His gaze shifted from the matriarch to his mother, who sat a short distance away, her expression defensive. Damn her, for forcing him into this position, he thought, the edges of his lip half curled in displeasure. Glenna's points were valid, her reasoning sound. The general in him had learned to see the bigger picture, sacrifice hundreds in a feint here, to save thousands over there. For the man his father had raised him to be though, the correct course of action was clear. His rigid notions of honor and duty would allow him little room to compromise. For her part, Katelyn exhaled once Glenna had finished, she didn't realize she was holding onto her breath. This wasn't the first time she had differed with Robb over matters of state. By virtue of being the Lord of Winterfell, the King in the North, he usually had the last say, as was his right. The hard planes on his face, the creases on his forehead showed a boy who had hardened over the past year, a boy who had to grow up before his time. He had to shoulder the burden of armies, entire peoples at an age where most for most boys, their priority would be to learn a trade, steal kisses from village girls. In spite of everything, he never complained, and for that she was proud. "I will not turn away any offer of aid against the Lannister's, against Joffrey, but I cannot accept your conditions..." he began." Robb, please, we need support to get back the girls..." now it was Katelyn's turn to interject." Tywin and Stands will cancel each other out, and we'll mop up whatever, whoever's left..."" In that case the Tyrell's will end up siding with..." she stopped mid-sentence, shooting a furtive glance towards their guests. Lora's seemed supremely indifferent, even a trifle bored. Being here, siding with the Stark's hadn't been his first choice. Margery keenly followed the entire discussion, her eyes intelligent, appraising, flitting between the trio who spoke. Glenna's eyes remained for the most part firmly on Robb's, as she seemingly sized him up, her expression was decidedly neutral. She was keeping her cards close to her chest as she always did. If Robb rejected their overtures, the Tyrell's would likely decide to take their chances with Joffrey. After all, Stands already had a wife, and was supposedly under the influence of a Red Priestess. If that scenario were to come to pass, the odds would be set firmly against the North. Katelyn's aim when she assented to some of Glenna's demands, was more to prevent that outcome than anything else."... Robb I understand your position, I understand your code, I understand you want to do the right thing by the Frey girl..." she breathed "...but please consider your banner men, your people. The Tyrell's are willing to commit to us fully but in order for our alliance to be a reality, you'd have to take Lady Margery as your wife." there she said it. What had been hitherto unspoken, alluded to, but was now out in the open? The pause that followed seemed deafening. Caught between the two matriarch's, Robb's hackles seemed to raise, as Katelyn pressed on, Glenna's gaze was firm. A cornered wolf was a dangerous foe, he had half a mind to reaffirm his decision, dig his heels in. But for a fleeting second, his eyes fell on Margery's. She was looking right at him, their eyes locked, and the frustration seemed to cease, abate if only for a moment."... I will consider it." Robb said at last, his voice seemingly choked. "...you had other conditions, what are they?" he queried Glenna. It was abundantly clear that Robb was not all too happy about anything which was going on. He was not pleased he was placed in this situation, and he was determined to stand his ground. This worried Margery. The truth was, an alliance needed to be made. Whether it was with Robb Stark or Joffrey Marathon would be entirely determined by his response. At first, it seemed the possibility of an arrangement was off the table, his stubbornness just as strong as his honor. Margery could not deny she admired such a trait, yet she also knew great men fell for less than this. In the end, if the Tyrell's allied themselves with the current king, well... House Stark would most likely fall in the battlefield, at one point or another. And truth be told, among her current options, Margery would much rather wed the man standing proudly before them instead of that psychopath of a monarch sitting on the Iron Throne. She had much more material to work with here, to help him become the King he could one day be. Joffrey on the other hand... The air in the tent turned impossibly tense as his mother finally spoke up the words no one had explicitly uttered. That the support of House Tyrell, their resources and army, depended solely on the engagement between Margery, the only daughter of the current Lord of High garden, and the Lord protector of the North. Margaery held her breath then. Her grandmother could be unforgiving in her own determination, as well, and it would take little for her to leave the next morning toward King's Landing with her grandson and daughter in toll, if she thought it was the wisest move to make. Her hazel gaze met Robb for an instant, seeing the very heart of a determined young wolf in his stare. He was a handsome man. A brave man. Margery could work with him. Help him grow more politically savvy. Seduce him into taking her advice into consideration, instead of holding her as just some pretty decoration in his room. Margery's gaze was soft and gentle, almost pleading. It would not do to speak up now and insist he agree on the terms, it was noticeable it would only make things worse. So she instead appealed to her feminine whiles and offered him an understanding, gentle look. Sometimes subtlety was far more power than threats, after all, and the flower from the south knew her subtlety all too well. Robb finally gave in enough to accept he would at least take it into consideration. It was something. At least he was not flat out saying any longer." We are grateful you chose to consider our offer, my lord" Margery finally spoke, her smile inviting and approving, bowing her head to him almost imperceptibly. Robb addressed Glenna once more, then, asking what her other demands were. The old woman smiled at his blunt question, and laid out her terms in no uncertain manner: She expected House Tyrell to be rewarded after the war, with lands from at least one of the Houses which had acted against House Stark: A portion of the lands held currently by the Lannister's would be preferable, both because of the similar ground and weather, but also because of proximity. They also expected to have at least one seat at the small council when it was once more set up." And for you and my granddaughter to grant me great-grand children before I am too old or too dead to enjoy them" She added with a teasing smile, her tone sharp. It was not entirely clear if she was making a jest to soothe the tension in the room or if she was speaking seriously, but one way or another the calm expression on her face remained unmoved. Robb's (face seemed conflicted for a moment as he relented, the moral turmoil still raging within, that was till Margery spoke up, soothing ruffled fur, her voice, her manner appeasing, provided him comfort, calming the wolf. Ahh yes, wealth and power, the staple of every House, he thought, as Glenna rattled off her demands. It was her last demand though, which drew an arched eyebrow from the young wolf, the stern expression on his face, easing into a smile, as his blue eyes sought out Margery's. An image of him and her laughing in the gods wood back at Winterfell flashed through his mind. She's cradling a child in her arms, while he played with another slightly older. It was a picture of blissful domesticity, far removed from the war, turmoil and killing fields of Westeros. He forced that image away, his personal happiness would've to wait its turn, for duty was heavier than a mountain." I can offer you the same I am offering my other banner men, namely the spoils of war, the ransom we may get from the exchange of prisoners, the booty we capture when we take locations of value, when we beat armies on the field. If it were up to me I would grant you your pick of Lannister lands, including their gold mines. And I would see your house have the adequate number of seats on the small council. But these are matters which can be decided only by imperial decree, by the next King on the Iron Throne, which I am not, I am but King in the North. After the matter with the Lannister's is settled, I intend to march my armies back home. I imagine that would leave House Tyrell effectively in charge of most southern lands, and in a strong position to influence the next King. You'd have to take up your claims with him." he noticed Margery and Glenna exchange a look, an unreadable expression on their faces." As I understand it, there is room for compromise on these conditions, so if it pleases you we will discuss these at a later time." his blue eyes moving between the two Tyrell women. They were schemers these two, and while he didn't feel challenged openly the same way he did when he parleyed with the northern lords, he felt the acute need to keep his guard up around their political machinations. His eyes flicked over to Katelyn, who gave him a wan smile. He supposed she had done the best she could have given the circumstances, he shouldn't take out his frustrations on her." Now I'm sure you're all tired from your long journey. I'll have my men escort you to your tents. We will talk further tomorrow." he said in a tone, which indicated that this audience was over. Robb gestured to a soldier at the tent entrance, who called forth a trio of servants. "Lady Margery if you'd stay." he said, as everyone else made to leave." Your grandmother's reputation precedes her I see." the edges of his lip curling up in a smile. "A formidable woman whose sense of humor seems to be intact despite her advancing years. Great grand children indeed..." Robb said with a chuckle, the tent was now empty, the remaining guard had been dismissed, and they were alone. He leaned back against his war table, crossed his arms, the grin slipping off his face, as he stood facing off against the daughter of Mace Tyrell." This... arrangement appears to have your assent." he began with a sigh, "But you may not feel the same way after you spend a few months in Winterfell. The North is very different from other kingdoms, especially those in the south. People in my lands are shaped by adversity, by the elements, by the old gods. Northerners are very loyal to their own, but in the beginning at least you'd be an outsider to them, much like my mother was when she first arrived. You'd have to make a lot of adjustments, compromises, much more than what you'd have to do if you were to be married to say a Marathon, a Lannister, or even a Fully. I take my duties seriously, duty to my house, my men, my people, my... the girl to whom I'm to be betrothed. Understand that if I were to agree to this match, I will stand by you when no one else will, but I will expect the same from you in turn. Do you understand?" he queried. Margery and Glenna certainly looked at each other, puzzled by Robb's reply. It was expected the men fighting for Westeros' control would want to be Kings after the revolution was over. Glenna gave her granddaughter a meaningful, unmistakable look: you need to fix this. Of course, Glenna could not do much more about it that pull the cords and have a talk with Robb's mother once the marriage was celebrated. Many talks, indeed. Yet reaching the young wolf and making him comprehend his true potential would be Margery's responsibility, as his wife. She swallowed quietly to avoid a sigh from leaving her full lips. This was going to be more of a problem than she had anticipated. How could it be that these men, these Stark men, would fight wars and fight so honorably only to retreat to the icy tundras once they were done with their crusades? Did they hold no intention of gaining power, if for no other reason than to help the men and women they had sworn to protect? Who could rise as a King after all this bloodshed if not the winning party, and the Tyrell's very much intended for the Stark's to be the winners, should their deal become a reality. So Glenna did not protest and reply what she truly wanted to, even if she usually did. This would have to be a work of wit and patience, not blurted out at the very beginning of negotiations. Everyone had assumed Robb Stark wanted whatever other Lord fighting this war did. Apparently, they had underestimated his honor. It was a usual mistake to make when dealing with the Stark's, it would seem." Very well" Glenna merely responded, giving the young wolf a slightly bemused grin "I suppose you will hold some influence over the King to be after the fighting is done. I am certain arrangements will be made, when the time comes"When the time came, however... she very much expected him to be the next King of this great Realm." Now that sounds like a delightful thought" Glenna added as Robb spoke of being escorted to a tent. "My old bones need some rest. There will be time to compromise and discuss to our heart's desires"As one of the Tyrell guards approached to help Glenna stand up, she swatted his hand to stop him from touching her arm." I am not yet old enough to need any of that, my boy" She chastised him sharply, as the guard bowed and apologized profusely "Youth always takes pity of elders. When you reach my age, you will see, in reality, it's usually us who pity you. So much to learn, so much heartache to endure till you gain the wisdom to avoid it" Her words seemed to be more aimed at Robb than the guard who had annoyed her, and she nodded at him as she began walking out the tent, accompanied by the men commanded to short her. Margaery was about to follow suit, when Robb asked her to stay behind. She nodded elegantly, bowing her head to him and allowing a soft grin to tug at the corners of her full, pink lips." As you will" She replied obediently, as a woman speaking to her King rather than a fellow nobleman. It was important to establish this from the get-go, and Margery would not lose time pretending this was not her intention or the way she viewed Robb from the moment they met. "My grandmother's reputation falls short, believe me" She replied with humor, and chuckled softly "You will get to know her wit much better over the years, I am certain"She rested her hands gently over her lap, and tilted her head as he leaned back, admiring the handsome features which graced his face. He was a lovely mix between a Stark and a Fully, his curls and his eyes truly adding to a dashingly handsome result. She could do much worse, she knew. If only he was not so stubborn, this might be a match made in heaven... alas, she would have to work hard to correct certain issues before it became one." I understand, my lord. And it is the reason I was quite adamant to travel to the lands where we might meet with you. The Marathons may have once been a great house, yet now..." She leaned in slightly forward, as if sharing a secret with him. With a Stark, honesty was the best policy. He would smell through her lies in a second, she was certain, and earnestness would be appreciated "Now with Joffrey as their leader, no good can come from their lines. Marrying him would be subjecting myself to the grips of a monster. I have heard rumors of his treatment of your darling sister, and I could never bring myself to marrying such a man"It was not entirely true, of course. If she had to do it, she would. Anything to retain power, to be in the winning party's side. But if it was up to her..." Tyrell flowers grow strong in whatever ground they are placed in, my lord, and as delicate as we might seem, we have more towns than most men know what to do with" She replied to his warning about the harshness of the North. "And if I were to become my husband, my loyalty would be pledged to you, heart and soul." Robb (listened with rapt attention as Margery spoke, his eyes moving back and forth from her hazel eyes and her full pink lips. Her mannerisms were formal as was befitting her upbringing, that of a high-born lady, yet her tone was familiar and sympathetic. His eyes narrowed, his teeth clenched together when she brought up Joffrey, and the treatment inflicted upon Santa. He had of course heard the rumors, the reports from the few spies they had in Kings Landing. It hadn't been particularly difficult for them, after all Joffrey wasn't exactly known for subtlety. Taking his frustrations out upon Santa in the throne room, in the midst of a dozen or more witnesses was not something one could hush up easily. Not only was the boy king cruel, he didn't appear to be very bright. Unfortunately for Robb, the war was being waged not by Joffrey but by Twin, a different prospect altogether." Thank you for your concern for my sister. I'm sure your house will draw strength from your resolve m'lady ..." as will you, said a part of him which he silenced. "...for we live in eventful times." he said clearing his throat. "The North thanks you for your proposal, for gracing our camp. If you and the others could join me for lunch tomorrow, I'll let you know my decision then. Good night Lady Margery." At his summons, a servant appeared ready to escort Margery to her tent. Robb bowed, Margery curtsied gracefully before withdrawing. Ice blue eyes clung to her form as she grid gracefully out. As the tent flaps closed, the young king ran his fingers through his mop of curly hair, before turning back to the war table. From within a wooden box, he withdrew several small wooden rose pieces which he began placing on the war map. The main host of the Tyrell army was by several accounts, a days ride from their current position. Close enough to offer assistance if needed, yet far enough away to reflect the lack of concord with the Stark's. He was done placing the roses, and had just picked up a wolf piece from its current position, deciding where best to place it, when the tent flaps opened, and in strode SER Branden Fully. Most of his men of course knew him by another name." I see our guests have taken their leave for the day." he said out loud, as he paced over to a tray set out on a table. He tipped the jug, filling a goblet with wine, from which he proceeded to take a few sips." I dismissed them, figured they'd prefer to get some rest after the long day of riding that they had. What news?" Robb said, giving the old veteran a cursory glance before turning back to his map." There is a Lannister force camped out at Harrell, fairly well dug in by the looks of it."" That place is a ruin..."" A ruin which they appear to have settled in quite comfortably." he said taking a long swig from his chalice, before cocking an eye towards Robb. "Well what did they want? As I understand it, the roses caused quite a stir as they rode through camp."" They offer to join our cause, in exchange for me marrying Margery among other things..."" Of course, they do." he snorted, "Mace has been trying to increase his house's power and influence for some time now. He knows the surest way to do that is to marry his sole daughter off to a Marathon, a Lannister or in this case to you."" I'm not so sure its Mace calling the shots.""It's his writing, his seal on the letters, but the words are Glenna's. Is that what you meant to say?""What's she is like?" he said turning to face him suddenly, turning a wolf piece over and over in his hands." Olenna...?"" Margaery."" Well..." Branden began, collecting his thoughts, "I know about as much of her, as you do. She appears to be a refined, intelligent, young lady. Although if she's Glenna's pupil you can expect her to be well schooled in the Great Game, meaning she may not quite be the sweet, innocent, guileless young girl she wants you to think she is."" I promised Walker I'd marry one of his daughters."" So I hear." he chuckled, turning to the jug to take a second serving of wine. "A lucky occurrence, to have to choose between two eligible young maids, competing for your affections." his eyes failing to contain his mirth." I need counsel."" And you think to ask the man who's never married?" he chuckled, "I suppose the struggle you're facing is between your duties as a man and the duty as a king to your people? You're worried that if other lords get word, that you gave your word and broke it, they would be hesitant to place their trust in you? And that loss of trust will spread to the fighting men who follow you?" Robb didn't answer, a pensive look on his face, his eyes seemed focussed on something far away, in his hands, the wolf piece continued to turn." I have known Kings who were whimsical, tyrannical, sadistic and weak and I'm glad to say the man who stands before me is none of those things. Are you the embodiment of honor and chivalry, no. Is Lady Margery the embodiment of innocence and good, no. And It's perfectly alright not to be. As the Tyrell's have undoubtedly pointed out, by virtue of being a great house, they can put much more resources at your disposal than House Frey or even House Fully. And barring the Stark's, the Lords in Westeros are a touch more pragmatic about such things, old Walker more so, I mean have you seen the number of wives that man has?" he scoffed. "It may surprise the other lords, for it's not expected from a Stark, but they'll get over it in time. Walker isn't in a position to object, even if he doesn't like it, the man lacks a spine, so I wouldn't worry about him. And I think your people, your banner men will forgive your odd trespass if that means you holding to your vows and protecting them, taking care of them, as you said you would buy virtue of being their Large Lord, their King. However, ultimately it's your decision, and whatever you decide, I will stand by it, I will stand by you, your grace." Robb's eyes which had till then been locked onto the tapestry of his tent, now darted towards the Blackfish, meeting his stare with one of his own." I thought you'd counsel against it?"" Why because I'm unmarried?" his face taking on a wolfish grin, "I'm a general, we're at war. I offer you counsel to win the said war your grace, nothing more, nothing less."" I see." he said, his face hardening, before turning towards the pitcher and pouring himself a drink. She bowed to him dutifully, lowering her head to him as one would a king. It was important to establish this belief from the very first moment, as he seemed rather hesitant to take on such a position... or perhaps the foolish man had not even considered it at all. Robb was a bright soldier, a great strategist, but apparently, in matters of politics and manipulation, he was hopelessly lost. Margery could help fix this problem if they indeed ended up becoming husband and wife as her grandmother planned they would. Margaery gracefully stepped out of the tent, her lovely gown flowing around her slim, feminine figure as she did, and this was of course not a coincidence. She needed to draw his attention to her in more ways than one, and catching his eye with her curves and luscious locks certainly helped. Into the tent offered to them, she stepped, ignoring the longing and lustful looks she got from the soldiers along the way. Of course none of them would dare make a move or say anything to the young Tyrell lady, it would be unspeakable for any of them to consider doing so, but it was clear they desired this was not the case. Margery was used to being longed for, men aching for her attention. Olenna was sitting on a sofa brought specifically for the purpose of allowing her some comfort should they remain in the campsite, which Margery found hilarious. Her grandmother was eccentric to say the least, yet this was simply one more of her lovely quirks. Some people might consider he to be too much of everything, but those people did not know what they were speaking of. She wished she would one day grow as wise and sharp as her grandmother was." He is a stubborn one, darling girl" Glenna spoke as she sipped at the tea being offered to her, the second cup in a short span of time. Margery wondered if she would fancy tea this much in her old age as well. "But then again we already knew this much. A Stark through and through, just like his father and his father's father before him""Indeed, grandmother... but he holds great promise""If you can get through that thick skull of his, yes, but I don't know if even you have the tools for such a feat." She sighed, and her ice blue eyes focused deeply on Margery's expression as she asked "So, tell me. What is it he wanted to speak to you about?"" He warned me about the discomforts of the North and the need for loyalty. I agreed with him on all regards, of course""Of course." Glenna replied in good humor, a sharp edge in her tone which Margery had long since learned to ignore." And then he invited us over to lunch tomorrow, where he would announce his decision""And what do you suppose his decision will be?" Margaery considered the options for a few silent seconds, sitting down carefully on a chair close to her grandmother and wrinkling her nose in concentration." I believe he will agree to marry me. He is a smart young man, I don't think he will put that promise before the lives of his subjects. He knows this is the best chance to win this war"The rest of the evening was uneventful. She was exhausted by the journey and was relieved to head to bed early, even if that bed was an improvised cot with a few extra layers of bedspreads to make it seem more comfortable, to mild results. Early next morning, she was awakened by her handmaidens and after a light breakfast, began getting ready for the fateful lunch date. Her hair, russet and silky, was braided back in a far simpler style than she would usually sport, culminating in a loose bun behind her back, allowing her swan-like neck to be highlighted. She wore a gorgeous dark blue gown with a plunging neckline, generous enough to be enticing, and a lovely flower pendant hanging low from her neck. Over her shoulders, a delicate winter coat crafted from white fur. Margery breathed in slowly before leaving her tent, next to her grandmother and her brother, followed by a small entourage of equally brunette girls and two young stewards. This was the time, then. This was the moment Lord Stark would decide her fate. If he refused, well... then she would become Joffrey Marathon's wife. And if she was given the choice, she would much rather remain by Robb's side and help him grow into a proper King than be forced to endure tantrum after tantrum of a dangerously sadistic boy. "...for the exceptional valor shown at the Battle of Ox cross I would like to present this commendation to SER Rodrick Forrester, son of Lord Gregor Forester of Ironware." Cheers rang out among the assembled men, as Robb (read out the name. A tall handsome young lord of a minor house emerged from the crowd of soldiers, walked up to the pavilion with measured strides. Robb smiled, shook the man's hand, before pinning a brooch onto his lapel, handing him a small pouch of gold. "Now for the benefit of those who were out visiting the brothels last evening..." Robb began with a grin, a chortle rang out among the soldiers assembled. The pavilion itself consisted of a large table, set upon a slight elevated embankment. Robb was flanked by lords from houses Karst ark, Umber, Bolton and Glover. Behind them arranged in a semicircle were rows of seats for Lords and Ladies from other houses. And it was on these seats where Katelyn found Branden in deep conversation with another lord of the river lands." Good Morning uncle, I heard you returned last eve..." said Katelyn as she slipped into a seat next to the Blackfish." Same as you Cat..." he replied, excusing himself, before turning to her. "... I see you've had some success in your mission down south."" In a manner of speaking, you heard about Rely?"" I did, I met him once a long while back at a ball in Storm's end. You don't think Stands...?"" I don't know uncle, I really don't. Whatever slew Rely was no man, but a creature of shadow. It simply dissipated after stabbing Rely. I've never seen its like."" Sorcery...in Westeros..." Branden mused, his face looking troubled."... the Lannister's are on the run. Much progress has been made, but we must persist..." Robb spoke out, the expression on his face earnest and sober." I heard you met Robb yesterday, did he bring up our visitors?"" He inquired about Margery and sought my counsel about the whole affair."" Did he?" Katelyn's eyes went wide a fraction, "...and?"" I told him that we were at war, and having the Tyrell's on our side would be a good thing. And before you ask, no he didn't tell me what he would decide. But really Cat, he's your King now, he's not the little boy you brought into this world, who you can protect and keep safe."" I can't stop being his mother uncle..." she replied stung." He went out riding this morning, me and a few other lords had arrived at his tent early today for an audience, and that's what we were told."" He does that sometimes, it helps clear his head or so he says. Furthermore, he was likely up till late last night as well, meeting with his generals..." she replied casting a wistful glance at her son."... thank you all for your efforts and for your time this morning." Robb said, winding down his speech. The awards ceremony came to a close shortly thereafter. The Northern Lords left, heading for their parts of the camp, Robb exchanged a few words with Lord Bolton before he too went his way. The table was repurposed, moved inside the tent, flanked with chairs on either side, as lunch was arranged. Robb caught up with the Tyrell's who had arrived about the same time as Katelyn, and had choose to occupy the chairs towards the back left." Lady Margery, Lord Lora's, Lady Glenna please this way." Robb said ushering them inside the tent ahead of himself." You go on ahead, I'll get word of what transpired later. I suspect the whole camp will likely pounce on the servants and guards attending to the lunch, squeezing them for gossip." The Blackfish said to Katelyn, before he turned away, leaving Katelyn to follow in her son's wake. Inside an assortment of venison, bread, soup and wine were laid out on silver dishes and goblets. Robb took up his position at the head of the table, the Tyrell ladies arranged to his right, while Katelyn and Lora's sat to his left." I trust accommodations and breakfast were satisfactory." he said addressing the women as he attacked the soup. "I accept your proposal." he said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before turning to Glenna, getting straight to the heart of the matter. "I will take Margery as wife, in exchange for your aid against Joffrey. The marriage ceremony itself must be conducted within this week, within the next two days ideally. I believe there is a Gods wood within River run's gardens, so we can have the ceremony there. I trust Lord Tyrell will be in attendance to give away the bride? If he does arrive, please tell him I would request an audience with his generals at the earliest, including Lord Early. Is that agreeable?"

The Wolf and the Rose (Markus and Becca)|rating:4.0

Something Wicked [lore & Ty555]

On the short walk from the bus to the door of her parents' apartment building, a freak thunderstorm had erupted, pouring down in cold torrents and filling the air with the strong scent of soaked concrete. By the time she'd dragged her over-sized suitcase through the lobby, her dark hair clung to her pale brow and neck, and her clothes hung heavy against her flesh. Her journey up to the 12th floor had been a stressful one. The elevator of the ancient building had jammed, leaving her cloistered under flickering emergency fluorescent light for a good fifteen minutes. Power outage. She told herself. Eventually the lift kicked back into motion, and she made her way the corner apartment of her youth. She was sopping wet head to toe, fumbling through her soaked pockets for her keys under the faint glow of backup lighting. The door was locked, as no one was home. Her parents had gone to Florida to care for her grandmother who was suffering from the after effects of a stroke. The entrance hall was dark, and after a few futile flicks a light switch, she realized it would remain that way indefinitely. The layout of the flat was etched into her bodily memory, and she made her way to her old bedroom with ease. She sifted though the souvenir matchbooks kept in her bedside drawer and picked one at random. She used it to light the various scented candles scattered about her room. Furthermore, she'd received more designer candles as gifts then she cared to admit - Christmas, birthdays, graduation presents. As a devout introvert few people knew her, let alone new what would be a suitable present for the girl, and candles happened to be the neutral token most defaulted to when shopping for her. The sheer quantity of them about her room was a testament to just how much of a stranger she was to those closest to her. Under the warm yellow glow of scattered flame, she began to unpack her things. First to be removed were her gag ball and collar, both purchased online and never seen by the eyes of another. After streaming enough porn featuring the items, she began to crave them for herself. Though there was no small amount of guilt or shame in it, there was no denying her bouts of self pleasure intensified tenfold when wearing the secret gear. She hid them with utmost care in her closet, in a niche above the door frame. She'd have died of embarrassment were they discovered, let alone by her family. The rest could be left to be dealt with later. She simply sifted around the case to find a set of pajamas: a pair of navy shorts that rose higher up her thigh than she has ever considered in public, and a cream tank top cut low enough to expose her collarbones. The dry cotton felt terrific against her skin. She climbed into her single bed and under her white duvet. She'd have considered unpacking her laptop if the wireless wasn't undoubtedly down. Furthermore, she sat propped up against her pillow, watching the rain against her window, illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. The white light fell over the room, which still contained items from her childhood: stuffed animals, mostly teddy bears, word maps with red tacks poked into the places she intended to travel pinned to the walls, children's books which bled into school books, and more complicated texts on art, philosophy, and science. As thunder rumbled overhead, she slowly began to nod off. A dark figure sat on top of the thirteen floored apartment building. The only amount of light that shed on him and revealed his form was that from the steady flashes of lightning through the sky. The sudden and abrupt flashes reflected off his wet face. Taking a deep breath, Damien inhaled the scent of the rain and the wet city below. His eyes gleamed as he examined the lights of the city below. The rumbling thunder of the thunder was soothing as the cold rain drops felt refreshing on his hot body. He was soaked to the bone, his white tank top sticking firmly to his broad shoulders and chest, perfectly outlining his cut abs that he spent years working on. His jeans were feeling heavy now as they had collected more water than they could handle, still he did not mind. He welcomed this, it had been so long since he was actually free to do as he pleased. Wiggling his bare toes over the legged, he peered down at the long drop to the street as they are perched on the ledge of the rooftop of his apartment building. There was a lot on his mind at the moment, he had a heavy choice and burden to bare with only six months to decide what he would do with his life. Would he follow the path that destiny laid out for him? Or would he defy it and take his own, such an action would bring about great consequences of course. Many had invested a lot of money and time toward his cause, toward his curse. His eyes were doll-like as he was lost deep within his thoughts. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath and let his chest swell. His long, shaggy black hair clung to his face and hung down over his eyes and ears as water dripped from his locks." Freedom..." He scoffed, h was free to do whatever he wanted and yet it was false freedom. Damien knew very well from his parents and trainers that this was just another test he must past. This was a chance for him to test out the limits of his body and powers, to feed the demon that had grown ever so lustful for the touch of a woman's body and the blood of a good fight. Having being cooped up for all these years as he trained and went through unnatural changes, the demon within had been caged as he was taught how to control it but once he turned 21 its powers would fully bloom and that's when he had to make his fated decision. A scent, so familiar reached his nostrils and Damien inhaled it affectionately. Tilting his head, he opened his eyes and looked down, his eyes gleaming in the dark as his enhanced vision made out a woman getting out of her car and rushing into the apartments. "Sara..." He mumbled as nostalgia took over him, and he recalled the childhood he shared with his friend before he was taken out of school. His parents had not failed to mention of her return, no doubt to act as a temptation to him. The more temptations he faced and was tested against, the more his demon would thrive...no doubt his parents were trying to stir up the past for a reason. He had found memories of Sara and cared for her, perhaps even had a crush on her even if it was just a childish one...his demon still fed on it within the back of his mind. Peering down the side of the building, he pondered whether he should go see her. It had been so long, the right thing to do as a friend would be to greet and welcome her back, and yet he hesitated due to how much he had changed. It was not fear that held him back, but uncertainty. If all he had was these last six months, then perhaps this was one of his last chances to talk to her and see how she was doing, besides he knew he was strong enough to keep his demon at bay. With that decided, Damien leaned forward and plunged off the ledge, his bare hands and feet quickly reached out as he grabbed onto the ledges of her window, being she was only two stories down. Peering inside he could see that there were a bunch of candles lit with Sara in bed. Was the power out? He had not even taken much of a notice. Perching himself on the small ledge of her window with his strong toes supporting his body, he raised a hand to knock on the glass so that she could let him in. The hollow sound of knuckles upon glass startled her from her half sleep. She looked through half lidded eyes to her window and saw nothing but darkness. A blanket flash of white light from outside illuminated a hunched silhouette of something perched just outside. She was suddenly wide awake, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She didn't scream, but her throat went desperately dry. In a frenzy of flung covers, she cast off her duvet and reached for the cordless phone at the side of her bed. Pressing it to her still damp head, her heart sunk at the absence of a dial tone. The sense of impending doom only deepened as she remembered her mother bragging over their last call that she'd replaced the last of the apartment's analog phones with new wireless handsets - handsets which required batteries. Her cellphone was dead, and she hadn't bothered trying to charge it in the absence of electricity. Sara stilled herself and took a deep breath. Before she ran to the neighbors in the middle of the night and embarrassed herself with stories of monsters looming outside her window, she had to be certain something was actually there. She moved to her closet, knowing were to find the flashlight she'd used while on camping trips. With the silver cylinder in hand, she moved to the window, aimed the light outside, and clicked it on. White light fell over the features of a man lurking beyond the rain stained-glass. She jolted with surprise, but before she could release a scream and bolt for her apartment door, a faint flicker of recognition lit in her eyes. It had been eight long years since she'd seen him last, and he'd changed in ways beyond her imagining, but she knew it to be him; Damien, the subject of her childhood infatuation. Beyond the darkened hair and imposing physique she saw the quiet, intelligent boy that had crept into her daydreams. The memory of the few fleeting times he'd shown interest in her became the stuff that kept her going after his sudden retreat from her life. Her eyes met his as certainty washed over her. There was some analytical part of her mind that objected to her letting him in, that screamed it was foolish to let anything into her bedroom while she was alone in her apartment, but still her fingers moved to the lock, which she undid. Gripping at the wooden pane with its chipped white paint, she lifted upward, filling her room with the sounds of the storm and a gust of wind that snuffed out nearly half her candles. She flinched in the rush of wet cold, one arm up in the air gripping the pane while the other held her flashlight." Damien?" She asked over the rush of wind and rain, as the breeze pulled at her still wet hair and thin pajamas. Damien winced as he stared into her room, he could see some movement in the dark but even with his eyes it was hard to tell exactly what she was doing though it was obvious that he had spooked her out a bit. Frowning to himself, he should have realized that appearing at her window while she was on the twelfth floor of a building was probably not the best way to approach someone, especially in the middle of the night. At least she seemed to gather himself up enough to head toward the window, though he was not expected the flashlight to be shoved in his face, wincing, he was barely able to see her as she made out who he was. Sighing as she unlocked the window, he was glad that she finally decided to open the window. He greeted her with a warm smile as the opened the window and shot him a questioning look and asked him for confirmation. "Correct." He stated as he stepped down from the ledge and into her room, quickly closing the window behind him so the rain and wind would stop blowing in and interrupting them. "Sorry for disturbing you like this, I did not mean to scare you..." He stated as he walked past her and further into the room, his bare feet padded on the ground as his wet form dripped all over the carpet. "It would seem that after all these years I have kind of..." His eyes looked her over up and down as he sort of walked around her as if she were a piece of meat on display for him to inspect, "...became ignorant to the ways acceptable to society." She was different and yet the same, his eyes gleaming in the dark as he eyed the shorts and tank top she was wearing, it was nothing nearly as conservative as she used to wear when she was just a budding little girl. "You certainly have grown..." He whispered as he looked at the woman standing before him which had such an unfamiliar yet desirable body. Damien's eyes trailed back up as he met her eyes, he certainly recognized the reflection of her orbs. "It has been far too long, Sara. I'm glad I decided to come see you." He said quietly as he turned from her and walked over to one of the candles that had gone out. Picking it up, he turned her back toward her so she could not see as he grabbed the wick between his thumb and middle finger and snapped, igniting it once again. Turning around he held the scented candle up to his chest, letting it accent his face. "Sorry if I'm a bit wet...guess I did not really plan ahead or anything and just came out of impulse." The feel of his eyes on her went partially unnoticed even as he moved about her in predatory fashion. She was unused to attention, and was uncertain how to interpret his stares, though her arms did subconsciously raise her narrow arms to cover her chest. She reached for the pair glasses on her nightstand with their prominent black frames, and settled them onto her nose. Looking at him with newly sharpened vision, she swallowed hard at the sight of chiseled contours of muscle illuminated in the faint yellow light. Her eyes slowly trailed upward, along his abs to the large hands holding the newly lit candle, to the underlie face that was simultaneously alien and familiar." You've changed too." She said quietly, unsure where to begin. Her head was swimming with questions. Where had he been all this time? What had he meant by 'civilized society'? How on earth did he get outside her window - or even know how to look for her there? She'd been away for eight months at college. Her features were awash with all that curiosity as she searched his. Her eyes dropped to the water pooling on the carpet. Furthermore, her mother would have killed her for allowing that to happen, but she couldn't bother to be troubled with that either. For the moment, she had only one concern. She slowly moved toward him, her light footfalls silent against the carpet, despite some small prickle of instinct warning her to keep her distance. She'd waited for this moment, dreamed of it far beyond the point where the fantasy was wholly unlikely, and yet here he was. Her arms slowly, tentatively snaked around him, clasping at his back as her damp head settled against his chest. She listened for a heartbeat - something, anything to ensure this was real. The cold wet of his hard body, and the remaining drips from his clothing splattering against her toes cued her to fact she wasn't hallucinating from loneliness. She smiled against his chest, the thrill of being remembered causing her own heart to beat like a drum within her own. "I'm glad you came. I've missed you." She admitted softly. She trembled slightly from the overwhelmingly surreal nature of his reappearance. Standing by idle, his eyes just stayed locked onto Sara as he waited for her to say or do something, knowing she was having a hard time taking this all in at once since he had just suddenly and abruptly shown up outside her window. He did not like awkward silences, yet he did not really know how to split the tension or what to say so he was glad when she finally spoke. Damien smirked, "you have no idea." She really did not know how much he had changed, what he had been through. It was like he was a whole other person in a new body with a new mindset. What he was in the past was nothing more than a nostalgic memory, and yet he felt a strong connection toward it, toward her. Raising an eyebrow, he stood as still as possible and was even about to take a step back as she approached him but paused. His eyes widened as her body was suddenly against his as she embraced him. Looking down at her, he held the candle to the side as if not knowing what to do with it or what to do with her. It had been so long since anyone showed him any kind of affection like this, even his parents looked at him like just another life form and not their son. It was understandable for they knew what was inside him, that he was no longer their human son. Setting the candle down he sighed as he closed his eyes and smirked, welcoming the closeness. "Silly girl...you will get yourself all wet." He stated as he placed a hand on the back of her head, the other in the middle of her back, and he just held her close. "I missed you too." He whispered as he took in her presence and inhaled her scent. He could feel her heartbeat as she pressed her chest against him, rhythm of her heart matching his own. Pulling away from her only slightly, he removed his arms from around her back and placed them on her shoulders as he gave her a good look." I see you finally got glasses..." He said as he looked beyond them at her eyes with a smirk, and he chuckled softly, "I wondered when you would get your eyes checked. I always caught you squinting at the board in school. But you know, they do have such a thing called contacts now." He teased slightly with a playful voice as he started to feel more comfortable and even excited to be there with her. Damien tilted his head and shrugged, "but", he used his finger to stroke some of her hair out of her face, "I guess they do look rather cute on you." She could have lingered in that embrace forever and been happy, but alas, all good things must come to an end. The reciprocation of her affectionate touch and feelings of longing left her slightly dazed. As his fingers trailed across her brow, her heart wanted to leap from her chest from sheer joy. Every detail he recalled of her was a gift, even if it was the memory of her slotted eyes struggling to make out the chalkboard from the back of the class. The detail in which he was capable of recalling was a little alarming, of course. She had to wonder if he remembered any of the times she's cast admiring glances in his direction. It was only the flattering commentary regarding her eye-ware that snapped her back to responsiveness." Thanks." She smiled bashfully, tilting her chin upward to make eye contact. Her hands hand unclasped from behind his back when he'd added the small space between them, and one lifted to take hold of her frames. "They're my disguise." She smirked. True, she needed glasses, but she didn't need to go out and pick the most imposing pair she could find. That had been a choice all her own, a calculated maneuver to throw up another wall between herself and the rest of the world. To hear that he'd found them endearing was contrary to her intentions for them, but she couldn't bring herself to be upset over it. She smiled, nearly ear to ear, backing up slightly to be able to see more of him again. In her elation she hadn't realized the front of her tank top had absorbed enough water from his to become near translucent, and clung to her in smothered revealing closeness. The small, soft curves of her breasts were entirely visible, as were the ghost imprints of her nipples, erect from the fleeting cold that had come in with the April storm." Are you cold?" She asked, brow tenting in concern as her hands slid forward to rest against his forearms. Her eyes dropped to his bare feet and her brow only furrowed further. "You're not wearing any shoes..." She observed curiously. She looked upward once more, her earlier confusion making a full return. "Are you a Pankhurst, or something?" She asked, eyes flickering to the sealed window and back. The idea barely made sense, but it might explain his presence several stories up on a ledge, as well as certain of his more prominent physical developments. It was not hard for him to come to the conclusion of just what Sara meant when she called them her disguise. "I see, after all these years you still have not changed." She was never one to stand out like he did in school, but liked to stay out of sight and in the shadows. Even if they knew the answer to a question, neither of them would go out of their way to raise their hand and answer. That was why he had grown to like her, why she was the only person he took an interest eight years ago. She was the one who was the most prominent memory of his past...his childhood crush. Was it a mistake to come here and stir up past feelings without having her know what exactly happened to him and what he really was? Damien could see it within the reflection of her eyes as she looked at him, she held the same amount of care and affection for him that he did toward her." Cold?" He raised an eyebrow as he looked down as his soaking wet body, his clothing sticking to flesh like a second layer of skin. He could not remember the last time he felt the sensation such as cold other than when he was eating ice cream of a pop sickle, this was nothing to him since his body produced an unnatural amount of heat due to the demon festering inside. If the ran or air had been any colder she may have even been able to see the difference due steam rising off of him. If they had not been wet, and she had not been cold in the first place then he knew she would have been able to feel his abnormal warmth through her embrace. "No... I'm just wet." Not being sure what she even meant by her comment toward being a Pankhurst, he shrugged and just mumbled, "or something...being quite the observant aren't you? You don't have any shoes on as well." He retorted as a joke as Damien looked at her with the smirk of a deviant, his eyes gleaming with desire as he stared at her chest. "It seems like you may be cold..." He stated and pointed out with a nod downward as he could make out the curves and forms of her breasts almost perfectly, "or maybe you are just that happy to see me?" He teased as he was referring to her erect nipples that created perfect round nubs on her perky breasts. Normally he would be more subtle and try to ignore it, acting as if it were nothing, yet the lustful demon within gleamed from behind his eyes as they feasted on her petite figure. IOC: I love the detail about his body temperature. :)-------------------------------------------------------------------It took a moment for Damien's playful teasing to settle in. She may have been well versed in debate in several disciplines, but the two and fro of flirtation was a foreign dance to Sara's ears and lips. She'd lost count of the broken-hearted boys left in her wake after they approached her only to be shot down by what they interpreted as callous rejection. In reality, Sara had either been oblivious to their advances, or startled by them to the point of ignoring them in response. She was about to take his joke about wearing shoes literally, and explain in all seriousness that while her feet were bare, she hadn't been outside on a 12th story ledge in the middle of a thunderstorm. One embarrassment saved her from another as her eyes followed his down her front."Oh, god!" She blurted, eyes dropping to the slick thinly veiled mounds of her chest. She took a step back and wrapped an arm around herself. Blanching, she looked to her bed. "I'm sorry." She apologized, both for her indecency and her awkwardness. She tried to think of something witty, something clever to cover her bashful behavior, but nothing came to her. The longer her silence sprawled the greater her embarrassment became. She was making a fool of herself, in front of him of all people, and doing nothing to stop the escalating shame. Her breath came sharp and unsteadily, as a heavy blush began to consume her pallor." I'm sorry." She repeated, wishing she could swallow up the apology back up as soon as it spilled out of her. She had a bad habit of asking for forgiveness too frequently. Her professors told her it made her sound weak, unlike the strong intellectual she was. The dream had mutated into a nightmare, and suddenly she wished she could disappear up her own existence. She gave a slow shake of her head, her face now partly shrouded from view but a curtain of wet dark tendrils. Her luggage was still sitting partially open near her bed, and she moved to riffle through it. Damien was frozen solid as he stared at her, wondering if she would ever reach the conclusion to just exactly he was talking about. Was she really oblivious to the fact that she had gotten all wet by pressing up against him and now her damp shirt was revealing her cleavage? For such an intelligent woman, she sure was not quick in a teasing game or a game of wit. He supposed that was just like her though as Sara never did have good socializing skills like he did, they both had their strengths and weaknesses in that department. After all it was probably not decent etiquette to be so suggestive toward someone in a vulnerable state that was caused completely by an unforeseen circumstance. When Sara did follow his gaze, she did not give the reaction he expected, well partially. As she covered herself and backed away in embarrassment it was all what he predicted she might do when realized how she become exposed to his gaze. However, he was not expecting her to keep apologizing to him. It was confusing? Why was she apologizing? Then it hit him as he recalled their past and Damien started to understand. "Sorry?" He commented with a cocked eyebrow as he stepped toward her while she withdrew. "You always did cave in and apologize even when it was not your business to. You apologize way too much." He recalled, all the times he actually had to stand up for her when she was getting picked on. Others had picked on him as well for being different and socially awkward just like Sara, yet he ignored them. Though, when it came to her, he never could stand by and ignore it. He also felt the need to protect her. As she turned toward her back, Damien made his move which was quick and swift. Upon her before she could grab anything, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pressed his firm chest against her shoulders, their difference in size becoming apparent for the first time to him as he looked down at the back of her head. Cuddling her in his arms, he spoke softly. "Sorry is not something you should be saying, you don't have to apologize to me. You did not offend me in any way, if anything I should have offended you for such a forward comment. I was being perverted, and you just shied away without letting me have it. I should be the way apologizing." Dipping his head down, he nuzzled his wet, shaggy hair against the side of her face. "But you should know, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have grown into a beautiful woman Sara weather you want to acknowledge it or not." He was whispering into her ear now, his demon feeding her a seductive down as his eyes glared down at her chest. "You have a very desirable body...it is not something you should hide." Her breath hitched when his large arms were about her, but there was a short transition from the brief shock of restraint to comfort. The memory of Damien rising to her defense on multiple occasions came rushing back. She'd suffered in his absence. Many of those he'd kept at bay had leaped at the opportunity to make her life miserable when he'd vanished from the school yard, though she'd never faulted him for it. In fact, it had been the memory of his kindness that carried it through it all. Those days were well behind her, but the security associated with him remained, and she reveled in it. She nearly apologized for her unwarranted apologies, but managed to spare herself from that blunder. Her head rolled to the side, and she smiled against his bicep. The warm nostalgic grin faded at the sensation of his breath at her ear. The presence of his lips there lit unfamiliar fire in the pit of her stomach. What's more his words left her weak in the knees. She might have dropped were her weight not supported by his arms. She couldn't have imagined more flattering words coming from a more desirable source. Slowly, she reached up, and with slightly shaky fingers, she removed her glasses. She held them in her hands, considering them for a moment before tossing them back to the nightstand. They struck the wood surface with a clatter, rattling to a standstill. She turned her head to the side, viewing his profile without the comfortable barrier of lenses between them. An uncharacteristic wave of bravery washed over her. One of her hands crept up around the back of his neck, her small fingers curling around the muscle there. In one fluid motion, she arched to her tiptoes, and brought his lips to hers. Her dark eyes were full of longing and affection before they sealed shut. The embrace was tender, made of genuine care, but behind it all lingered desires pent-up for a decade. She broke the kiss for a moment, but kept her lips nearly against his. The muscles along her throat constricted during her pause. "I don't want to hide from you." She whispered. The admission was at once terrifying as it was liberating, and made to herself just as much as him. The constant labor of masking herself was exhausting, but if it was that masquerade which had kept her safe. The demon within rattled Damien's cage, all but ready to break free and make the first move. The lust was swelling up in his body and started to consume him, it reflected within the slight red gleam to his dark drown eyes. The demonic lust fed on his crush toward her, manipulating his feelings and amplifying them to give him a strong need and desire for Sara. He wanted her, had to have her. She was meant to be rightfully his for there was no one else who could fit this role in which to claim her. Yes it was becoming clear as the demon possessed his intentions and thus, he wanted to possess her and her body. Yet again, however, Sara managed to surprise him. It seemed he had caused a fire of her own to stir within her core and rock the similar affections she had towards him. Damien could sense the sudden change in the atmosphere of her presence as it became much more tense and powerful. His eyes followed her intently as she removed her glasses, what was she doing? Still as a statue, he gave her a questionable look as she turned in his arms. Had his words that he preached upon her really had such a strong effect that she shunned her old habits? Sara really had blossomed into a woman...and it became ever so clear as she was the one to claim the first kiss. Eyes closing, he accepted it greatly as he felt her lips press into his own and the spark of their connection burst through his head and body. As she parted, his eyes flickered open to look down at her with pure hunger. He wanted more. "So don't...unveil yourself." He whispered as his arms grasped her tightly, and he tilted his head and leaned down for another kiss. This was the first time, the first time he had kissed a woman. He had been shunned from society for so long, and before he had been too young to even know what it meant to yearn for the touch of a woman. His body was starved and now all of his pent-up desires were being released at once as his lips melted into her own. Lips parting, his strong tongue slid seductively across her own as he caught just a taste of her sweetness. Now the tip of his appendage wiggled and prodded, working its way into her mouth naturally out of instinct as he called her tongue out to meet his. Flickering and rolling his tongue, he let it wrap around hers as he just let it go wild and dance erotically within her mouth. Damien groaned deeply within her mouth as the taste of her saliva was better than he hoped and tingled with such a sensation that it tingled. This was the woman he was supposed to be with, she set him on fire. Pressing against her, he gently leads her back until her legs met the edge of the bed and his arms lowered her body gently onto the blankets and mattress as he went down on top of her, straddling her with his legs. His large, muscular form hovered over Sara as he continued to press his lips tenderly to hers, locked in the throes of a passionate kiss that he could not get enough of. Pulling away from her lips at last, sucking hungrily on her tongue he groaned as he released and panted softly. Damien rested his forehead against hers, his lips still close enough to hers to nip at. "I want you Sara...for so long, it has always been you." The demon was pressing at him to just get it over with, to take her and ravish her, but he would not cheapen this moment and would not give in. She'd not cast off her old ways entirely, merely given herself permission to suspend them. If only abandoning her old habits were that simple, she might have escaped the ire of many a frustrated professor. Tomorrow she would be the same dull bespectacled girl when she returned to the outside word. She would slip back behind her glasses and into the shadows to be unnoticed. But tonight, in the near dark, in Damien's long craved arms, she chose to relinquish her carefully crafted facade - if only for a moment. She'd done it, because for the first time in her life, she believed the benefits outweighed the risks - and the risk had been well worth it. His desire mirrored her own and her lips parted receptively to the presence of his tongue, its slick friction against her own stocking the fire in the pit of her stomach. She could taste the sweetening own her own saliva from her escalating arousal. Her groan echoed his, though hers was more delicate and high-pitched. The soft mew was unlike anything she'd ever produced. Years of self-satisfaction had trained her to be entirely silent, and that was the first of any sounds of pleasure she had made in years. She'd long convinced herself she wasn't missing out in simulating the physical contact of another. It had taken just one kiss to demonstrate how wrong she'd been. As his tongue coiled and uncoiled from her own, her free hand came to rest against his encircling arms as the other held fast to his neck. As she did with the kiss, she allowed herself to be lead, when his move toward the bed began. Somewhere in the back of her mind the insanity of this moment registered. Some part protested that she was being too easy in yielding after he most mysteriously appeared in her room after the better part of a decade's absence. She turned a deaf ear to that conservative voice. Her actions were fueled by her own desires, not Damien's though his reciprocated want had no small impact on her longing for him. She wanted him terribly, in ways beyond her words. When the back of her legs met the bed, she folded onto it without protest, moving under his hands to the mattress. The sight of him looming above her made sent excited nerves prickling through her every limb. When their lips parted, and he made his confession, it caused her heart to ache to the point she feared it would burst inside her chest. Her breath came in soft quick rounds that matched his own as she reached up to cradle the back of his neck, fingers trespassing into the back of his wet hair as she savored the moment with shut lids. "I can't - I can't tell you what it feels like to hear you say that." She whispered in return. When her eyes reopened they flickered down the length of their narrowly parted bodies. Her hands left his neck to go to her hips, and arching her back, she slowly began to draw up her shirt. Every pale exposed inch was a battlefront, and when she made it to the pique of her breasts, she paused there for a moment, before drawing it up over her head. Her dark hair finally slid free from the cotton cream sleeve. The small garment fell to the ground with a light thud. There was a gleam of fear in her eyes, but it was ushered out as she reached up to draw his brow against hers once more. With her hands at either side of the back of his head, her thumbs stroked at the flesh behind his ears." I want you too." She murmured. It was like he was drunk with the presence of Sara, all of his keen senses were focused so heavily on her as his head buzzed from the sensations of their kiss and the sweet after-taste her saliva left lingering upon his tongue. Even as their lips were parted his tongue still tingled as the sparks of their bound radiating through his body. The way her hands touched him, it made his skin crawl and burn with passion and desire for more. The sound of her own moans that mirrored the same urges he had only fueled his lust for her. Damien was a demon with an ever-growing appetite for the beautiful and delicious woman he had pinned beneath him. As long as this is what Sara wanted, he would give it to her and slightly give in to the demonic control since both parts of his soul wanted the same thing. Damien raised up as he had his hands positioned on each side of her just above her shoulders, his strong arms having no problems suspending himself over her as he gave her room to move. His eyes gleamed intently as he stared with much anticipation as her fingers started to slowly pull her wet shirt up over her body. Inch by inch she revealed her petite form to her, first her stomach as he could see her lean abs and navel and then finally she took the last step and freed her perky breasts from the cloth as she slipped it over her head and tossed the shirt aside. Now his entire body pulsed as his core burned hotter than any other human and his blood boiled as he became overwhelmed with excitement. Now his own arousal was becoming more and more apparent as his blood rushed throughout his body and he could feel his manhood tingle as it grew in his pants. Growing hard and erect, his shaft pitched a large bulge in his jeans to the point that it was uncomfortable." You are beautiful..." He whispered as he looked at her and reached down, grabbing the bottom of his own shirt and tugged it up over his head, revealing his muscular torso. His biceps, chest, and shoulder blades were accented with an erotic design of black tribal tattoos which were actually a branding that marked what was within. Next his fingers unbuttoned his jeans, they were so wet it was best to get them out of the way. Slipping them down his thighs he did his best to kick them off from there and send this clothing flying into the dark corners of the room as he hovered above her in nothing but his boxers. Sighing deeply, it allowed some relief to his rock hard shaft now that the confinements of his jeans were gone. Dipping down, he pressed his hot body against Sara, his chest against her breasts as he nipped playfully at her lips and sucked seductively on her lower one before slipping away. "I have wanted this for so long. I wanted you." He breathed out, his hot breath teasing her neck as he kissed along the line of her jaw and done her neck. Damien's hips bucked against her as he pressed between her thighs, applying pressure from his large erection right against the crotch of her shorts. He left a trail of wet kisses along her neck, collar and shoulder. Reaching the nape of her neck he started to move south, planting his lips down the middle of her chest and sternum, going right between the valley of her two succulent mounds. As his attention turned toward her cleavage, his hips continued to buck and rock at an unsteady pace in almost random and wild moments as he just ground and rubbed the bulge in his boxer shorts between her thighs. Damien kissed around each breast tenderly before he let his tongue slip out, and he started to lap hungrily at the plump flesh. He coated her with saliva, his strong flickering tongue making her tits jiggle and roll around in place only to always fall right back into the perfect shape. The tip of his tongue swirled around her nipples, and he sucked them between his lips and passionately suckled on the small, pink, erect nubs. He groaned deeply into her chest as he just nuzzled his face affectionately on her breasts, drawing his wet shaggy hair and the scruff of the tiniest hairs on his chin across her torso. Anywhere he could, be latched onto with his lips and sucked lightly and gave a flicker of his tongue just to thoroughly explore her body. Raising up slowly, he looked at her with eyes glazed over with pure lust and desire. "Does that feel good?" She watched in silent awe as he unclothed himself, her chin tucked against her chest. She couldn't help but allow her eyes to roam over his marked flesh, her eyes tracing the contours of the dark lines. Her head spun as his jeans followed, with so little left to separate their bodies. She felt the heat emanating from him before he was even against her, and it filed her with strange excitement. Her eyes traveled down the length of his body to the bulge of his boxers. Her breath quickened at the sight of him hard for her. The physical evidence of his arousal confirmed the barely believable claims that he found her attractive - no, beautiful. And then heat of him was against her, stealing her breath away. Her arms coiled about his back, fingers finding equally heated flesh. She would have commented on the fire beneath his skin if his kisses hadn't occupied her lips and softened her mind with their exploratory departure down her throat. And then she felt him, hard between her thighs. Her legs splayed open, and she shifted her hips, helping guide the tip of his cock to her quickly swelling lit. As his shaft rocked against her slit with its infinitely frustrating irregular rhythm, a small patch of darker navy began to form and expand at the crotch of her shorts as she grew increasingly wet, the heat of her seeping through the thin fabric. She tried, mostly in vain to match his unpredictable thrusts, as they rolled against one another through their shorts. The warmth of his lips was followed by the cool air against the slick trail of his kisses. Her eyes fluttered shut as he explored the sensitive flesh around her breasts. Her jaw opened in silent gasps as the pebbled surface of his tongue began to pull at her breasts. She was small, but exceptionally sensitive, and she found herself simultaneously praying that he would and would not lavish her aching nipples with the same prying attention. When he did, she could barely contain herself. Squeaks of bottled pained pleasure issued out of her as she grabbed more desperately at his back. It was only at the feeling of his cold, wet hair against her newly raw flesh that she released a full whimper. As he hoisted himself above her, she looked up with the same longing as before, though now her eyes were flecked with traces of newly awoken need. Her cheeks and saliva slicked breasts were pin kenned with blush, and her breath illusive." Yes." She answered reflexively. Her brow tented with a slightly pained expression as she gazed upward. "But you should know - I probably ought to tell you. I'm - I mean I've never been with anyone else." She confessed in a rush of muted whispers. Her conscience forced her to divulge that truth. And though she doubted he'd care, she couldn't help but fear he might. "Please don't stop." She begged, her hands reaching up into his damp hair to pull him into another kiss. Damien found the deeply loved to explore her body, it gave him such great control over her. With his hands and mouth on her bare flesh, he could milk out sweet moans from her as he pleasured her with his own curiosity. Every noise that escaped her soft lips made him tingle with satisfaction as he took pride in being able to make her feel such ecstasy. However, each reaction he strung from her throat his own desires became that much more unbearable as the lustful demon within grew stronger and stronger. Still, he had not yet reached the breaking point as he kept control for the sake of Sara and the romance of the moment they were experiencing. Groaning as he was pulled down to meet her lips, Damien found himself kissing Sara as a sense of joy overcame him. A part of him had assumed that she was still a virgin and untouched by another man, and yet he was unsure since he is has been so many years since he last saw her. She could have had a whole different life that he did not know about after all, however, it seemed deep down she was still the same person she was eight years ago and because of that he knew...or rather hoped that no one else had managed to claim her. His chest swelled as he sighed, the human within that shared a past with her was glad that his only crush had not given herself up to anyone else while the demon within was excited about claiming a virgin as if she was some sort of possession to be marked for conquest and territory. Pulling reluctantly away from her lips, he groaned out in need as he could smell the strong scent of her arousal. It was intoxicating as her pheromones poured out of her with the secretions of her vaginal walls, he could even feel it against his erection as he pressed so tightly against her and their shorts became soaked in something other than rain water as his own precut leaked from the tip of his shaft and soiled hi boxers. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, Sara. Now we can be each other's first times and share the moment..." He whispered as he nipped at her lip and pulled away. "I won't stop..." He whispered into her breasts, teasing the mounds soaked with saliva with his hot breath as he moved even lower. Now he kissed down her lean abdomen and her petite, soft stomach. His tongue snaked around her navel before he dipped even lower and left a trail of kisses around her waist like a belt. Coming to her shorts that clung to her so tightly, he could see the dark spot that was the result of her juices. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her intoxicating aroma and groaned deeply with delight as his entire body shuttered. "So this is what a woman smells like, I love it." He grinned as his eyes gleamed red with lust. Being inexperienced, he only had his natural instincts to follow, and his demon was guiding him rather well, that, and he had a few porn videos to go off of that he managed to watch a few times in his life. "I want to taste the very essence of your womanhood." He stated as he drew his finger between the apparent camel toe on her pants, stroking the wet patch as it clung to her skin tightly and revealed more than any clothing should. Bring the finger to his lips, he sucked it cling, but there was barely any residue to taste. Slipping down further, he dropped to his knees on the floor as he leaned over the edge of the bed where she lay. His fingers hooked her shorts, and he slowly started to peel them down her thighs, teasing himself as he's revealing her pussy inch by inch. Uncovering her completely, he threw the shorts away into the darkness while his eyes took in her gorgeous form with all of his glory now unveiled to him. Damien's strong hands gripped her thighs as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and closer to him. His eyes studied her tight slit with great wonder, the folds of her pussy were swollen and slightly parted like a budding flower welcoming him and inviting him. Leaning in slowly, his hands held her legs far apart as he started to lap slowly around her labia as he cleaned the trails of trickling juices. She was soaking wet and glistening in the dim light from the candles. "MMM..." He groaned as he cleaned her inner thighs, swallowing every drop he lapped into his mouth with his wet appendage. She had such sweet nectar. Becoming more bold, he pressed his lips to her folds and sucked passionately, swallowing every drop of juice he milked from her. His tongue ventured up and down the middle of her slit, slightly parting the tight entrance and flickering along her erect clitoris. He used the tip of his tongue to stroke her affectionately and swirl around the small nub of her clit, even slightly penetrating her with it to get a stronger taste of the tight vaginal walls within. She was certain he was lying, attempting to make her feel better about her own inexperience. There was no way a boy, looking as Damien did, as capable of making her feel on fire as he was, had never been with another woman. There were social stigmas and norms pressuring girls to 'preserve' themselves, but boys were often met with opposing encouragement. Surely, Damien had had opportunity to bed others, and she was hard-pressed to imagine anyone capable of resisting his advances. Somewhere in the back of her mind, his voice mentioning his time away from society echoed. This prickle of alert mingled with elation that he too would be hers. That she would be the first to know Damien. She wanted to believe him. Any doubt or concern left her as she felt him drift downward once more. Her chin tilted, allowing her to watch as she writhed in anticipation of more attention being lavished on her chest. As he continued his descent, her eyes widened slightly. No. She panicked inwardly. He wouldn't. The thought of him nearing her sex, soaked and filthy with her lust was as terrifying and enthralling all at once. She couldn't tear her eyes from him as her breath continued to fall more heavily, and her skin to slick with sweat, the nearer he drew to his destination. Her head finally threw back against her pillow as he inhaled her, causing her to miss the demonic gleam by mere moments. She was embarrassed, but strangely flattered to have him breath her in, to know she was intoxicating to his senses. She whimpered as he traced her slit, making his suspected intentions known. "Oh god." She murmured breathlessly, arching her neck and plunging her fists into an errant pillow. Her eyes reopened when his touch left her, and she watched past the sheen of her chest as he sampled her taste. She watched still as he slipped from the bed, and took hold of her shorts, the bright white of her lower abdomen slowly revealed until she was entirely naked before him. Her knees instinctively closed, but opened effortlessly to his touch. The time he examined her sex seemed to sprawl on forever. Her head rolled to the side, burning with furious blush.Finally, the feel of his tongue tracing her folds drew a sharp gasp. Her hips moved in involuntary circles, trailing his movement. In her haze of pleasure, his purr of approval reached her ears. He was tasting her, consuming the liquid evidence of her lust andenjoyingit. The thought of him skillfully manipulating her body, causing her juices to well up so that he could drink them down, was as nearly as overwhelming as the flicks of his tongue against her clit. Every pass of his tongue against the redeemed organ caused the muscles in her thighs to clench in small spasm. But it was the feeling of his tongue probing inside her that sent her over the near edge. She reached out, hands plunging into his hair and nails dragging against his scalp. "Damien." She groaned desperately, her grip on language quickly fading. Every time his eyes flickered up from between her thighs, he would look over her arching hips and the mounds created by her breasts and his eyes would gleam as he examined the expressions on her face. Sara was cute, she had always been cute and still was. Every movement she maid let him know how she was enjoying the control he had over her body, every moan and whispered that escaped in a gasp from her throat and slipped past her lips told him that she wanted more. Even if she was being shy and coy about it, even if she could only take a glance due to how much her face was flushing, her body spoke to him in a way that was more than enough for conformation to continue and give her more. Damien's strong and large hands were steady as he grasped her thighs tightly so she did not squirm away from his assaulting mouth. Yet, he made sure his fingers were nothing more than a gentle grope so he did not cause her pain by squeezing too hard. It was an understatement to say that this virgin, uncivilized male was enjoying this moment as he played with her body. If she allowed it, and his demon allowed it he swore he could just explore every inch of her body and be entertained for hours. The female body was so interesting and intriguing, and he had Sara's in his grasp. It was something out of his dreams, something he could only imagine that was always out of arms reach on those long nights he spent alone while recovering from brutal training. Unfortunately this moment could not last forever for the longer he pressed on to pleasure her and satisfy his own curiosity, the more it teased his body and the demon shuddered and rattled with great strength within...the lust swelling and growing ever stronger as his cock throbbed painfully in his boxers. Feeling that she was getting close, Damien would hold out just a bit longer. It was becoming clear that he was coaxing her toward the edge, and she was getting ready to lunge into her climax. Under the grasp of his arms he could feel her muscles tighten and flex, he could see it in her abdomen muscles as well as her body arched, and she wiggled her hips with more uncontrolled strength than before. The tone of her voice gave off her need and her desperate groan that relayed his name was all the encouragement he needed. "That's it Sara...just let it go..." He whispered with a glance up her before returning his attention to her throbbing pussy. Pressing his lips tenderly to her tight folds, he sucked passionately on the soaking wet lips and groaned into her to provide vibration. Hungrily he slurped up her juices, his strong tongue stroking and dipping between her slit as he dipped the tip inside her. As deep as he could, he started to plunge his tongue within her tight walls by wiggling it inside her. In and out, he fucked her with his tongue and groaned with delight as her vaginal secretions tasted even stronger as he milked it from her walls. Damien wanted her to release it for him, he wanted to make her cum. He held nothing back as he buried his face between her thighs, not caring if he got his prominent cheek bones and chin just a bit wet. The tip of his nose nudged against her engorged clit as he literally made-out with his mouth connected to her pussy. His head moved left and right, up and down as he pressed into her at different angles. Pulling away with a groan, he panted as he brought up a finger and inserted it inside her and started to move it slowly in and out without forcing himself too deep. "Cum for me." He said in a deep, seductive tone as he fingers fucked her and went about flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her eyes grew glazed and distant as she watched him. In the thick of the lust he'd drawn out of her, her inhibitions began to melt and tire away. She whimpered at the sensation of his fingers breaching inside her, feeling a tinge of pressure against her maidenhead, but it was not near enough to slow her. She sat upright at the edge of the bed, feeling her muscles clench around in a small foreshadowing of the earth-shattering orgasm that was painfully within her reach. Sara began to hungrily ride his digits, her tight walls hugging against him with every fevered buck of her hips that drew the fingers inward and slid them out. Juices hot and thick, began to pool down into the crevices of his hand. Her wet hair was slicked with sweat near the roots. Touching herself was nothing like this. Watching other being handled in the same way for hours on end could not compare to a single intoxicating pulse pounding moment. Her muscles tightened, and small toes curled beneath her as she fought toward release. Leaning over and resting her cheek against the warmth of his head in doing so. It was his command that carried her, echoing through her mind and driving her forward. "Yes Damien. Yes, for you." Her quiet voice cracked as her hips reached their final bucking intensity. And then it washed over then entirety of her body. Tears welled in her eyes and her teeth dragged against his scalp as her jaw opened wide in shaky groan from the pits of her chest. She pressed firmly against his fingers, taking them deeper into her silky warmth then they had ever trespassed. Her muscles clenched about the fingers as if they were a cock, desperately trying to milf them of cum that wasn't there for the taking. Juices poured from her, seeping onto her sheets and over his hand, rivaling the scent of the candles with their heady perfume. Her hands clasped firmly to the back of his neck as the greatest of the shocks coursed through her, but she released him from her clutches as she slowly fell onto her back, laying against her blankets in the afterglow of her release. Her muscles continued to tighten around him in slowly weakening rounds. Furthermore, her breath seeped slowly from her in long breaths. Furthermore, her arms lay useless and listless at her sides. Nagging hair had fallen into her face during her collapse, but she could not muster the strength or will to brush it away. Sara had Damien waiting on the edge of great anticipation. It was coming, inevitably faster and harder as he could feel the very core of her body shake with pleasure. As she sat up, he only felt encouragement as she clutched onto his head so tightly and nuzzled into his hair, bearing her moans and groans along with her face. Hi arm moved in and out of her thighs as he fucked her tight pussy with his finger, treating it like a small, slender cock and her walls within were as well. He could feel the great strength of her vaginal walls as they contracted with each spasm, hugging and massaging his finger as if trying to draw out cum to feed her lust and fill up the cavity within her, but it would not come, not yet...not until he plunged his actually manhood deep inside her. Then it came, like a dam breaking all at once with a shear cry of pleasure. Damien grunted as Sara jerked in his grasp and he could feel her teeth in his hair as her fingers raked over him. He shuddered with delight as the cries of her ecstasy echoed in the room, and he could feel her orgasm right in his grasp and under his tongue. His hands gripped her thighs once again as she fell back on the bed, and he was met with an overpowering smell that made his sensitive nostrils flares as his head buzzed, drunk with the intoxicating aroma of her deepest secretions. It was strong, but enjoyable at the same time. Her fluids leaked out all along his lips, trickling across his cheeks and down his chin as it pooled into the sheets. He groaned with hunger as he ravished her swollen lips and clit with his lapping tongue and suckling lips, taking in as much of her sweet honey as he could and swallowing it just so he could enjoy the taste and feeling of its consistency down his throat. Standing up between her legs as she twitched on the bed from the after effects of her orgasm, Damien sighed as he wiped off his dripping chin and jawline, though some of her cum has already dripping onto his broad chest. He licked his lips and cleaned the finger he had deep inside her as she had creamed heavily on it and his knuckles. "That was truly amazing..." He said as he looked down at her body which was glowing in candlelight. Sara looked so erotic as the calm, warm light caressed her skin and outlined her curves, making her soaked pussy and thighs glisten. "I felt that one." He stated as he reached down and hooked his boxers. No longer could he keep himself contained in such cloth, it was painful. Slowly he pulled down his boxers inch by inch to reveal his long, thick shaft. As he pulled it down far enough, it finally sprang out, curving upwards into the air. Dropping his shorts, they polled around his ankles and he stepped forward between her thighs, his large and heavy balls dangling between his muscular thighs as it was apparent that they were swollen with arousal and his seed. The size of his manhood loomed over her, he had never measured himself before, but he knew he was about nine inches in length and perhaps two inches in diameter if he had to estimate. His entire shaft was throbbing with thick veins as it pumped through his to the head which was oozing with precut that had leaked all the way down to the base and made his cock glisten warmly in the light of the candles just like Sara's own sex. Just standing there looking down at her naked body caused a few spasms within his dick which made it twitch in place as if begging for attention and release. It felt good just to have it out of those itchy, damp boxers and the air felt somewhat cool on his rock hard, hot shaft. Crawling onto the bed next to her, he laid at her side as he watched her chest heave up and down with her breathing as she recovered. Damien moved right up against her side, his massive erection resting along her thigh as he placed his hand on her stomach and slowly glided his fingers up along her abdomen and torso toward her breasts. His hand started to gently roam over her chest as he just lightly caressed and massaged her petite, perky tits by rolling them beneath his open palm and groping fingers. Leaning in he kissed her cheek which was matted with hair, "it's not over yet... I still want so much more. I still need and want you Sara." He groaned against her as he slightly bucked and pressed his hips into her, rubbing his shaft against her smooth skin and leaving a trail of precut along her thigh.

Something Wicked [lore & Ty555]|rating:4.0

Running Scared (Closed For Eiselmann)

Lara sighed as she sat up and looked at the alarm clock. It was 8:30 the movers were due at 9. Getting up from her makeshift bed on the floor the 28-year-old stretched and got ready. 10 years ago she had left Fairview with every intention of never coming back. It was funny how life makes you rethink some choices. Like marrying the first guy at college who showed you some kind of interest. Things had been perfect with Gregory, too perfect in fact. He had controlled every aspect of her life, but being a small town girl it hadn't been too much of a problem. Not until he got violent with her. It started off the way it always does, verbal abuse, throwing things. It finally escalated with him slamming her into the wall one night and choking her until she passed out. He of course was very apologetic and swore never to do it again. He'd kept his promise, he'd never choked her again, instead he'd kicked and beat her and damn near made her afraid of her own shadow. Lara stuck it out though, refusing to go home to family and friends, to admit they had been right about him. That all changed when Lara was finally clued in on what her husband did for a living. He was muscle for the mob, handling their problems whether it be someone who hadn't paid back their gambling debt, to hookers who were skimming money off what they owed their pimps. What remained of Lara's world came crashing down when she saw Gregory gut a man. That same night with the latest bruises he'd left on she'd gone straight to the cops. Five years passed before she finally came home. Why? Because she was running for her life. Apparently her former husband's associates now saw her as a threat and had been asking about her. So of course she'd run home as fast as she could emptying her accounts and going to the one place she knew she'd be safe. Lara had paid cash for a small house in a nice neighborhood and had moved in the night before. A truck horn caught her attention and pulling her now shorter blond hair into a ponytail she went outside to sign for her things as well as to start directing where everything was to go. She was a nice 5'7 with a small frame. A few freckles dusted her nose. Not much had changed in the last few years except she smiled less and kept at least 3 feet between her and any man. If her parents were alive she might have gone to them, but a car accident 7 years ago made that impossible. She was on her own now. John Riemann held his breath and then released gently, his target was moving now trying to keep under cover as much as possible, it had been an interesting game, but now the end was near. John blocked out all the noise he didn't need to hear, a skill the other man did not have, a sudden shout the head turned, out of cover ...BANG. The expletives coming out of the other man made John smile, the yellow paint seemed to have covered the man's head. Twenty minutes later and with the pats on the back from his teammates now a memory John turned into his driveway, his vehicle was an oldish jeep recently sold by the army. His eyes saw the moving van unloading next door and then saw the woman, she was a looker even at this distance. Whoever she was with, well he was one lucky guy. Jumping out of the jeep, he looked at his new neighbor, the right thing to do would be to go over and say 'hi' in fact in a place like Fairview doing less was unthinkable. John wasn't good with girls, he wasn't inexperienced he'd had more than his fair share of woman but no real relationship, he wondered if life would have been different if he'd had two balls to ask the girl of his dreams out back in high school...but she was gone from his life never to be seen again. Putting his bag on the small wooden porch John walked towards the lady, he was a slight man that hid power, power beyond most peoples ability to believe and at just over six foot he walked quickly a skill learned in the army his haircut was still in the style of the army he had left some three months earlier. When he was a few feet away he spoke "Hi welcome to the neighborhood I’m John, John Riemann your...." The woman turned she looked just like....... No way. John stood shock still ten years of his life disappeared Lara was back if only she had never left. Lara turned hearing the voice, and she was surprised to see someone she never thought to see again. "John." He looked good, the years had been good to him. The last time she saw him it was graduation, and he was happy because the military had accepted him. "Hi." She didn't move any closer to him though. The workers went on unloading things behind her. "I didn't realize you lived next door. It's nice to see you." Despite the fact that she knew him, knew he was a good guy he still made her heart race. Both in a good way and a bad way. Nice to see me! The words milled around John mind looking for something more, after years apart what did he expect Lara to jump on him and hug, not likely not when they hadn't even hooked up at high school. No there was nothing more to her words than as they appeared, a friendly greeting to an old friend. "It's nice to see you too" his eyes flicked over the two removal men who behind Lara's back were eyeing her up. One moved his hips a few times. John flicked his eyes to Lara, the removal guy wasn't worth it." It's .wow amazing to see you, I mean you know you living next door what are the odds"He held out his hand "You look as good as ever" a slight blush touched his face "I mean you look good so is it just you moving in" John asked casually while withdrawing his hand wondering why it hadn't been shaken. Maybe she had been away too long in the big city to remember the niceties of life here....if that was true Mrs Hanson was going to have a field day at her gossip club. Lara nodded looking around, "Yes, me and Gregory split up." She didn't add when though or John would have been asking why she hadn't come home sooner. "I missed this place. So quiet, the people are nice." It was true, and it was also out of the way, harder to find."where do you want this?" One of the guys asked, he was holding her gun safe." The master bedroom in the closet." Lara watched him go before turning back to John. "So are you still in the Military?" The less they talked about her the better. With John next door it was going to be hard to settle in quietly. Of course, she was sure that people would notice the moving van as they got up and get to talking. It wouldn'tthe long before everyone knew Lara Peretti formerly Townsend had come home. The little voice in him screamed YES at the news that Lara and Gregory had split. He'd only met the guy once...he'd been a jerk. He should have said something to Lara then, maybe things would be different maybe he would be waking up to her every morning, then again maybe she would have never wanted to speak to him again since his timing would have sucked so badly. For a long moment John stood still looking at her perfect body, face and frame, most of the guys at school had wanted her and for only one reason, John was no exception, but he saw more than a seriously hot babe...he saw 'the one', and yet thou he had found the courage to face so many things in life he doubted himself even now when Lara was concerned." No" John answered forced a smile" I left about 3 months ago, honorable discharge" that wasn't entirely true, he was under a ten-year call up obligation just like the other members of the army's special forces and of course there was that other reason to keep some control on Captain John Riemann." Saw the world had a bit of adventure and decided to try to start a normal life" he said with a little laugh, for more than one reason. "Not exactly sure what I'm going to do with my life loads of offers, too many I guess" the removal man who had been pumping his hips came back into law and behind Lara he once again pumped his hips in her direction." So would you like some coffee or juice, while these guys finish off?" Lara almost said no, but she knew it would be rude. "Coffee would be nice. I slept on the living room floor last night and could use some." She ran her hands down her sides making sure her pocket knife was still in her jeans. "I'll be next door you two." The guys just nodded, she didn't see the looks they gave her or the thumbs up they shot john, thinking her was going to get laid. Stuffing her hands into her pockets she followed him. John had always been a nice guy, why they never dated amazed her, but then she'd shot down plenty of guys because they had been looking to fuck her and leave her. It was why when Gregory had showered her with nice words, attention and even waited until she was ready that she'd married him. "My aunt Sophie told me you sent some lovely flowers to my parents' graves when you heard. Thank you. " Walking into his house she looked around. Everything was nicely put together and orderly. John winced a little at her words, he'd seen so much death in his short life and yet the deaths of civilians he knew had known had hit him hard. More so considering what her parents would have been to him if the fates had been kinder. John turned to Lara after turning on the jug. "I was very sorry to hear about their passing..." his voice solemn "...they were always good to me." Infact her father had sat down with John just before the start of their senior year and encouraged him to ask Lara out, he'd been very frank' ...every guy around here sees her for her looks, I know she's a beauty, but I also know you see her as more than a body no other kid around here does, I don't want her first to be some piece of shit looking for a fuck...' John shock his head realizing he had stopped talking "Sorry, so ...um do you take sugar or cream" he said quickly as he returned to the task at hand. Before holding a cup out to her his hand on the base while the handle was offered to her. "Sugar, please." When he passed the bowl over she added the sugar and then took a sip. "Man that's good coffee." Lara found herself staring at the cup more than him. John was nice, far too nice for her to involve him in her troubles, but it was nice to have someone to talk to." I'm going to be working in town at the Bakery with Mr. Johansen. He was happy to have the help. " When she reached up to push her bangs out of the way her sleeve slid down showing a thin line of a healed cut. The angle and how thick the scar was proof against her having tried to kill herself. No she had put her arm up to keep her ex from slashing her face." So is there anybody in your life or are you still playing lone wolf?" Why she was asking Lara didn't know. His face remained impassive, yet his eyes betrayed his emotions for in these last moments they had been assaulted by dismay and irony. That was a defensive scar someone had attacked Lara with a knife by the state of the would it was at least 5 or 6 years ago, someone, some asshole had attacked her with a knife. Then her lone wolf comment reached him, any other time he would have laughed but not this time." I guess you could say I am a lone wolf still, ..." Keeping the anger out of his voice "guess I never found anyone else who matched up" John put his coffee down on the bench." Lara I mean we're friends right always have been since we were little kids" his eyes grew intensive as they looked at her now covered arms "you can tell me to piss off, but I care about you, I always have and if you don't want to talk about it, I'll understand, but ..." John looked down steeling himself for the worst of reactions... "who attacked you with a knife?" At first, she stared at him blankly, blinking a few times until she realized he had seen her arm. Pulling the sleeve down she looked away, not wanting to answer. "It was an accident, or at least he said it was. I caught him off guard when I knew better." Truth was Gregory had been on something besides booze that night. He hands been trying to make a sandwich and was making a mess of things. Like an idiot Lara tried to take the knife away and gotten cut for her trouble." Gregori did it." She sipped her coffee. Before John could answer there was a loud crash from outside, and she was instantly on her feet. Pulse racing Lara had to take a few deep breaths to calm herself. "Goddammit." She was already heading outside. There on the ground was her mother's crystal figurines. Lara let out an anguished sound as she rushed over and started picking up pieces." Sorry Lady. The bottom started to give way and," The one who hadn't been making lewd motions behind her touched her shoulder and Lara freaked." Don't touch me!" Blood was running down her fingers, small cuts on her fingers. "Just don't touch me. The stuff is insured, but these were priceless ok. One of a kind." She backed away from him to go take care of her hand. If John had followed she hadn't noticed, but hope he hadn't. She didn't need him to see her freak out. John sat in his kitchen for a few moments, the scar was not an accident'oh shit sorry' scar it was a fuck off bitch' defensive scar. He had been taught to keep his anger in check it was a skill that had seen him assigned to one particular special op, but this revelation was surely making him work hard to maintain control. He exited his home as Lara screamed and ran off. Closing the space quietly he reached the ashened faced removal man who began to offer an explanation "there's no need what's done is done" John said in a neutral tone, just then the other removal man showed up "Get your rocks off mate I'd do her at the drop of a hat got herself a fine body that one, reckon that pussy has had a lot of cock one more won't make much difference"John looked at the man a trick of the light must have caught his eyes for the removal man swore that he saw both eyes of the neighbor go red then black before returning to normal." Shit" he heard the removal man say and suddenly the speed of work increased. John picked up the crystal where he found a complete piece...it wasn't a large find. Walking into the house he looked around "Lara.... Lara""Reckon she's in the bathroom lots of blood from the cuts" the still ashened faced removal guy nodded to the bathroom and John walked over knocking on the door "Lara it's John let me in, so I can look at the cuts I've done some medical training in the past" "I'm fine John. They're just small cuts." she opened the door with her free hand, the bleeding one under the water. Her sleeves were pushed up, the scar from the cut was the only visible mark other than a wrist that acted up now and then from being wrenched hard. "I don't know why I touched any of it. It was stupid. My mother loved those pieces though." Lara was on the verge of tears. A lot of the stuff she'd gotten from her parents Gregory had sold or destroyed. Grabbing some toilet paper she pressed the wad to her fingers and sat on the restroom lip. "Could you give me some room please? I don't like it when me.people crowd me." John's body filled the doorway. It was so damn hard to make her brain realize that not everyone was out to hurt her. "Sorry about rushing out on you like that as well." "There's nothing to be sorry about Lara" John said calmly he didn't like the way she was treating those cuts "Your belongings are more important than my coffee" a forced smile on his face. His mind was beginning to register that didn't make since, she was showing the symptoms of post-traumatic stress, he'd seen it before but only every in soldiers. For a moment he looked at her wanting to move to her, hold her then the decision made he placed four small pieces of complete crystal gently on the bathroom bench "I saved these for you" he said gently "I'll be next door if you need me Lara" he began to turn away and then stopped."It's good to have you back here Lara I've missed you" and with that John walked away the removal men now speedily working...the jerk one not daring to look at John. When he was gone Lara called herself all kinds of stupid. Eventually she found some bandied and taped her fingers up. The figures she put up out of the way. The men moved fast and were done just a little after noon. Lara signed off on the incident papers for the box and watched them go. The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking and putting things away. Mr. Johansen sent one of the delivery boys by with a tin full of cookies and Lara thanked the boy. Quickly writing a note to John she walked over and knocked on his door before making a mad dash back to her place. Hopefully he'd accept her apology and her dinner invite.' John I'm sorry I freaked on you when you tried to help. A lot of shit has happened, shit I'm not fully ready to talk about. Come over for dinner about 7. Lara.' She had gone grocery shopping the night before so the fridge was fully stocked. To kill time she set up the alarm system from the house and also checked her gun clips before putting a gun in her night stand and the other in the bathroom linen closet under four towels. Lara got down to cooking. It was the one thing that enabled her to get away from everyone and everything. That's why she was working at the bakery. It was a simple dinner, angel hair pasta with meat sauce, garlic bread and a salad big enough for two. If moving home was going to work she was going to have to work through her fear of men. She'd seen the hurt in his eyes, knew John had wanted to comfort her, and she had shoved him away. John read the note for what seemed like the 100th time, there was no question of him not going and his suspicion that Lara was a victim of some domestic violence seemed to be solidifying with each reading. That pissed John off, he had fought and seen others die to protect rights and liberties that others white all others. He most especially hated men who hit women, why was it that the biggest assholes ended up with the prettiest women? John changed into Jeans and a great t-shirt topped off by a black jumper. He walked over with a bottle of wine, he was no expert, but this bottle had caught his mothers eye when she had vacationed to New Zealand ...she'd shipped over four dozen bottles of the stuff. He knocked on the door gently at exactly 7 o'clock...to the second. The door opened, and his eyes took in Lara once more despite the cuts despite the baggage she seemed to be carrying it was his Lara the woman he loved, had always loved and heaven help him if she ever found out ....for he feared and ached for that moment in equal amounts. "I brought wine" he said with a smile "Thanks." Lara had let her hair hang free and hand changed into a simple pair of slacks and cream-colored blouse. "Come on in. I hope you liked the cookies. Mr. J sent them over, but I figured I make a peace offering." Taking the bottle from him, she let him come in and then closed the door. Heading into the kitchen she said, "Make yourself comfortable." Surprisingly she had managed to unpack every box, a small pile of folded down cardboard in the corner. The living room had the cozy feel to it. Lara came back with two glasses and handed him one. "The food's almost ready." Sitting on one end of the couch she smiled softly. "You've only been back 3 months, huh? Still sure you've managed to keep track of what's gone on here better than I have." Why did he have to look so good? Gregory had been sexy in that polished way that made you stare and want to touch, but John. John had been boyishly cute in high school, but now he was all man. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something else had changed as well. Something subtle. John took a sip of the wine it was a little sweet, but very nice he knew now why his mother had fallen in love with the stuff. Her sitting position placed slightly more than an arms length distance between them, he wondered if the physical distance was nothing to the actual distance between them, she was damaged, and it was so very wrong that it should be like that and yet John had no tools to combat this except ...well except himself who he was what he stood for and that he cared, When she understood that then maybe the distance between them would no longer exist." I'd like to say so much has changed but really nothing has, Mrs Hanson still has her gossip flock, old Mr Harper still fish the same spot by the footbridge and Mr Gibbers ton stood sits at the same bar stool at The Crossways bar" another sip "I don't think this place could change if a nuke landed on it" his eyes flicked to Lara she was so lovely and what little of her body shape showed was prefect ....if only." Still its home, It's what we know and its safe, for all their faults the people here are good people" the smell of food suddenly assaulted his nose....or more correctly he'd smelled it even before he'd left his house but now judged the strength to be such that he could safely comment." That smells nice" "All those hours in Home paid off." She took a sip knowing John was right. It would take a bomb to shake this town out of its mold and even then things would eventually settle back to normal. Running her thumb against the glass she sighed, "Gregory used to say that it was a miracle that he managed to talk me into moving to the city with him. Said this place was too little and slow, and I was destined for bigger and better things." The oven timer went off, and she stood, "Let's eat." She pulled the bread out of the oven and placed the slices onto a plate which she handed to him and then salad. Her house was slightly bigger, so there was a nice little dining room just off to the right. Grabbing the salad dressing and the angel hair she led the way in. Once they were settled Lara smiled, a real one this time." Thank you. I really need a friend right now John, and I'm glad it's you. You're the one guy who really liked me for me. You never pushed, you just let things be." Yeah, but I should have pushed, the fear and regret he did not say out loud, for if he had pushed then both there lives would have been better....." I'll always be there for you Lara for all the reasons you could think of" he took a mouthful of his dinner and smiled "this is perfect can I come over for the dinner every night" he said with a smile that was very genuine. Several mouthfuls later John spoke again "There was a lot to like about you Lara I saw depth that few people choose to see, Gregory ..." he almost spat the name out "was mostly right about one thing, you are destined for better and bigger things, but you don't need a city to get there, you simply have to dream....and then never allow anyone to stand in your way of living the dream"Smiling he took another mouthful "I have no idea where that came from" "The wine, maybe." Lara laughed watching him eat. "I don't know big guy like you, you eat like a horse." She ate a bit slower, enjoying her meal and another glass of wine. "Yeah well Gregory said a lot of things. Now he's in a cell somewhere watching life go by." Lara said it without thinking, without realizing she had said it." At least it was just me he hurt," Lara would have left a lot sooner if Gregory and she had had children. That was just something else he'd taken from her as well. Licking sauce from her lips she took the topic back to food, "Besides you'll probably be more interested in all the sweets I'll be making. Real food will be so unappealing." Gregory in jail ...at least it was just me he hurt...the connection was clear you didn't go to jail for having a screaming match. John kept his anger in check the last thing Lara would need now was a display of anger." Well I always had a sweet tooth" a smile crossed his face. While he still considered how to respond to all that Lara had said, taking another sip of the wine John then spoke again "Lara, if you ever did someone to talk to, you know a shoulder to cry on I'm there for you, you're my friend, besides how I feel, how I've always felt about you before anything else, you're my friend." John looked down stealing himself." You should never accept that it was 'just' you that he hurt, don't accept it, be angry about it but more importantly don't let Gregory win, don't let him control how your live is going to be lead, there are a lot of good decent men out there "John looked into Lara's eyes hoping that he had not made a major mistake, but then all those years ago keeping silent had been the biggest mistake of his life....even bigger than ....yeah even bigger than that one his mind thought back to Romania just two years ago when so much about him changed. Lara just nodded, "I am angry, but it's buried under a lot of fear and regret. I should have left when he yelled the first time, when he... god I can't even say it out loud you know. It's like my brain doesn't want to process that the sweet guy I met at college is really a murder, a rapist and a list of other things. " They finished eating, and they were now standing at her door, Lara had already told John she could handle a few dishes." Thanks for the company and then warm welcome John. It means a lot." Closing her eyes she reached out and gave him a shy and very quick hug. "I missed you too." John closed his door behind him and sighed, so much had gone wrong in Lara's life, yet saddle it didn't entirely defy belief. If only......yeah if only he'd shown believe in himself. Yet now the circle seemed to have completed itself for Lara would have to find that belief in herself in order to move on. He walked over to his computer and Google'd on Gregory, the hits where numerous and John began to work his way through the news items at the end of it his opinion of Lara's ex was reinforced ...he was also concerned for Lara's safety...this slimeball never let go. As much as he was happy that Lara was back the truth was she should have never come here. John walked over to a door beside his bedroom he tapped in a number on the security pad and the door slid open revealing a small arsenal, he hoped never to use them preferring paintballs as ammunition and yet his gut told him one day they would come into play. Lara went to sleep as she always did now, the house completely locked down and the gun under the pillow to her right. Today had been both good and bad, but so far it seemed to good was winning out. Now she just had to hope and pray those men didn't find her. She didn't want to drag John into this. It was her fight and hers alone.-----The pair of them settled into a small routine of coffee here and dinner or lunch there. John would often come by the Bakery just to say hi or to snag a free donut. Fairview had taken Lara's return in stride, though she knew most were eager to hear the how's and they why's of her return. Much to her chagrin she'd become an expert at avoiding the direct questions and distracting them with bakery goods. It was Friday and Lara was standing at her mailbox checking her mail. Bills and more bills and a letter from her lawyer and police liaison. There was also a letter from Gregory. She tore it in half without even opening it. Hearing John's door open she look DUP and waved, soughing the torn letter into her pocket. "Got the day off." John smiled, in the weeks that had followed Lara's return he had begun to work part-time training the county SWAT teams, two days a week he would drive 40 miles to the city and help refine their technique, it was interesting work and John enjoyed the role. Waking over to Lara he gave he is a quick peek on her cheek something Lara had finally been able to manage without jumping, John wanted more of course, he wanted to wake up to Lara each morning after making love all night. However, he was also patience enough no accept all she could give with no pressure. There was enough pressure on her already. "Great" John said "fancy spending time with a lonely ex vet" his smile grew wide" we could go for a picnic or raid Old Man Grady's orchard like we did as kids"Then John's head tilted slightly "Is there anything wrong?" "Hmm you know he may be old, but last time I checked he could still shoot straight. A panic sounds good though." Lara smile dipped some, "I got a letter from Gregory. It was forwarded so at least I know he doesn't know where I am. Also got one from my lawyer and police contact. Not going to read it til later though. Why spoil such a good day?" John was the only one she let get this close. It had taken time and once he realized that coming up from behind was still out of bounds, things went well. She knew John's affection went deeper than that of a friend, the only problem was that she wasn't sure she could return it properly. A few times they'd gone to the shooting range and Lara still couldn't get the look on his face when he watched her out of his head. She'd become a more than good shot in a fast amount of time." Sooo anything in particular for this picnic or shall e just grab something from the store? I've still got a few slices of fudge cake left that we can have for dessert." "Lets grab something from the store and that fudge sounds great" watched Lara go back in and grab the fudge along with a small bag she always had that bag and John knew what was in it, the fact she felt she needed the gun saddened him no end, yet he to was similarly armed, a throwback from his military time and of a lesson learned the hard way. John hopped into the jeep and Lara jumped in beside him, the letters she had gotten were important, even Gregory's one, but he knew better than to push Lara, each step took its own time and the tempo needed to be set by Lara...for the most part. Stoppimg off at the store John brought a list of items...and heard the whispering from two members of the gossip club.....they suspected Lara and John were having more than a friendly relationship their comments ranged from outrage to wondering why it had never happened when they had been younger. John walked to Lara "Ready, how about Sutton's field" it was a small field that overlooked a wide part of the river that ran through Fairview and was very secluded...back in the day it had another name due to the activity that kids got up to there during the night .......but they were older now and a long way from that activity....a very long way "Lover's hill, how cute." Lara replied as they paid for everything and piled back into the jeep. On the drive she pulled out the letter and read the two halves. Leave it to her ex to think she wanted anything to do with him. As usual, it asked why she hadn't visited? Why she hated him so much to leave him to rot in jail etc. The né thing that caught her eye was that he mentioned that his family hand't been able to get hold of her and that it looked like she'd moved out of the penthouse."Yeah, and got the fuck out of Dodge." Lara and cleaned out both their accounts and ran like the hounds of hell were after her. She didn't bother to read the second half. Instead, she switched to the letter from her lawyer. It made her sink down into her seat. An appeal? How could this be happening? Sure they hadn't found the knife but the fact that there was an eyewitness should have sealed his fate. Shaking her head she put the letter back into the envelope and put them both in her bag. They got to their destination pretty quick and found a nice tree to set up under. Lara unpacked the food and set the plates down. "John can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to." She took a deep breath and let it out, "What's it like to kill someone?" John looked at Lara for long moments and then starred at the river his mind focusing on memories of known and unknown men and yes women who had moved into his sights and fallen"It's a hard thing to do ...anyone who says killing is easy is lying or a nut job, I've killed for my country and I would do it all again, but I never got used to it, never grew to love the act of taking a life" his eyes looked down and then for the first time in a long time he looked at Lara." I know what you're thinking Lara and I hope you never have to pull the trigger but if you ever have to, then do it, don't think of the person as human, as someone with a life you can cry after the event.....you can regret afterward because you'll be alive" he placed his hand gently on Lara's hand. "The first time is hard you feel like you have lost a part of yourself ...yet that's a good thing, it's a strength when you stop feeling that a part of you has been lost....you stop feeling anything" She nodded and poured the iced tea for them both. "It looks like his lawyer is making headway for an appeal. Insufficient evidence. He's trying to say with no murder weapon and only one witness, a witness who had something to gain by his client going to jail that the jury was misled." Lara laughed and wanted to cry so badly it hurt. Shaking her head she said, "Let's eat. At least out here its just us, no gossiping old biddies and no need to look over my shoulder constantly. The food was good and the company better. At some point they ended up next to each other, his arm around her shoulders watching the clouds go by and talking about the old days. For the moment life was simple, all the dark clouds hanging over Lara weren't there and John had lost that far off look in his eyes. They were happy even if it was temporary. They made love passionately intensely...or at least they would have if life had been fair, as it was John rejoiced in the touch and feel of this woman, his one true love and dreamed of more. The day moved on and the shadows lengthened, a remarkable day was now ending, and the distant concerns seemed to suddenly move closer...a cool wind blew and John trapped a jacket and put it over Lara shoulders but the act of doing this brought them face to face ...so close, the moment was perfect, and yet he was still the boy who had let her get away.......or maybe she was the girl who didn't want to get caught. John kissed her forehead sadness in his eyes. If John had kissed her, Lara wasn't sure she would have pulled away or even wanted to do such a thing. Instead, he kissed her forehead and she laid her head against his chest. Just as they started to pack everything fat raindrops began to fall from the sky. "Oh this is perfect." John had left the top down on the jeep. They were going to get soaked either way. "Hey is that old hay barn still standing?" They could always wait the storm out there. And it was coming down harder. What his coat didn't block soaked into her shirt. They ran for it reached the barn and quickly got inside, they were soaked John turned and looked at Lara...he couldn't help but notice the rain had plastered her top against her breasts, showing more than a mere outline.....her top may as well have not been there. And as for the skirt that clung to her thighs, he felt the stirring that had become a regular feature of his nights. He knew she wasn't ready for this and yet maybe just maybe she was but couldn't show it. Thunder sounded in the distance and John closed the gap between them removing the jacket he placed it gently on a small haystack, his hands gently on her upper arms "We need to get you out of these clothes before you catch a cold"His hand moved gently a thumb brushed against a breast and John rejoiced in the contact...suddenly the boy was gone and John moved his face to hers their lips touched gently and then both parted as their tongues touched. Lara kissed him back, shyly at first her hands fisted in his shirt, but soon she melted against him, her tongue curled with hers and her body pressed to his. If he hadn't been wet before he was now. When they came up for air, they were both shivering lightly though Lara more than him. It was the cold and nerves as well. Her bag forgotten on the floor they walked backwards into a mound of hay. John was half on her half kneeling to the side as if giving her a chance to change her mind. Licking her lips and tasting him Lara met his eyes and the look in them mad her blood run warm. "I trust you." The simple words seemed to set something free in him because his lips were on hers again and his hands all over her. Her Gregory had touched her like he owned her John touched her like he had found the Holy Grail. She groaned into his mouth, back arched. 'I trust you' it was all he needed to hear His lips danced with hers aching to explore every part of her mouth with his tongue, disparate for the contact he now had, it was weeks of desire at work it was a lifetime, his hands moved with certain to her top outdoing button after button until he could easily free the blouse, one-handed moved to the catch on her bra and released the restraint, while the other hand moved to the zip on her skirt. His kissing now moved to her neck and then to the firm breasts his hands cupping the underside of each breast while his mouth gently moved over a firm nipple. Below his cock hardened....screaming for release. Lara let out several ragged whimpers and moans as he slowly undressed her. When his mouth found her breasts, she yanked at his sleeves. Each sweep of his tongue made her insides clench and her heart to pound. His arousal didn't go unnoticed, not with him pressed against her leg the way he was. She should have been afraid, should HAE been telling him to stop, but instead Lara was urging him on. Squirming she slid her hand down between them and worked the zipper down on his jeans and popping the button. Her left hand finally let go of his shirt to push his boxers and jeans down. His groan when her hand curled around him made her smile. He was hard, and his cock throbbed in her hand. Slowly she began to stroke him, her thumb grazing the tip. He couldn't stop ...not now all the fears and doubts disappeared this was so right wonderful, her hand on his cock only served to intensify his need. John moved a hand down her body, under the now loose fitting skirt and touched panties, his hand slipped under the waistband any moved south a small tuff of hair was followed by the unmistakable feel of a swollen clit John extended a finger and slipped it along another set of lips gently moving the finger up and down. He hands still worked his cock as John moved his face back to hers, gently kissed her lips and smiled, he winked and then with speed created and learned body moved over hers until his face was just above her panties pulling them away he had the same view of her pussy as she had off his cock........his mouth reached for another set of lips...wet and moist. Her nails raked his thighs as his lips descended upon her pussy. Gregory had never done this to her, ever, but more than expected her to be happy to suck his cock. What she once did out of duty she now did out of want and need. Her tongue ran around the crown of his head, tasting and sweeping before she took him into her mouth. The taste was almost indescribable. As her own hips arched up offering him her cunt she was taking more of him into her mouth. Later when things had finally calmed down and her life was her own she was going to kick him in the shin for never coming after her in high school. Her lips and tongue felt wonderful upon her heated flesh as the rest of her grew warm. Outside the storm raged, but inside Lara heard nothing but their own mixed moans and groans and the blood rushing through her veins. His tongue worked her pussy hard, wetness and heat seemed to overwhelm ever scent that he had...all else faded there was only Lara. Her lips worked magic on his cock maintaining pressure and release in balance now after long minutes he knew .....he knew it was time to enter her. To make love to her to give her his seed and show her a part of his love. His body moved again, and he found himself between her raised and parted legs...his eyes found hers and connected so that nothing else mattered then his body moved slowly forward until his head touched her parted lips Then his hips pushed forward into paradise. It had been so long since she had been touched that Lara might as well have been a virgin. She let out a hissing moan as she cocks delved into her. Her heart fluttered harder, but it was all from the moment, her eyes had no fear. Kissing his neck and chest she whimpered as he filled her with slow, firm strokes. "John." Her hands roamed his back and arms. The moment was so right perfect. Lara knew they had moved to a new level of things, and welcomed the change. The nights had been so lonely and despite the few times that he had slept over at her request it didn't fill that ache inside of her. Then he was moving faster, harder, deep and Lara cried out under him. She would never forget this moment. His body became a blur as his hips lifted and pushed in raid succession, there was no skill, just need. All the years lost.....he would not lose another second...." Lara" he said without thinking as cock pumped and pushed moving deeper ...tight or loose he could not tell for his mind couldn't focus on one part of her while it was trying to experience all that she was. Then suddenly clarity and a tightening that screamed through his body...seed exploded into Lara and tears touched John's face. John's orgasmed trigger her own and Lara came apart under him. Hher arms holding him close. He wasn't the only one crying though. She Brad for everything she'd lost and gained in the last 7 years. The damn inside of her broke completely free, and she let it all out, his arms holding her tight until her sobs finally subsided, and she drifted off to sleep. When she had dropped her bag it had tipped over and the letters spilled out. Time moved slowly John watched the letters knowing that he would eventually pick them up and read them. He had a vested interest now in their contact, Lara was his and much as he was hers he would not allow anything to change that as long as Lara wished it. His eyes flicked to her body so long an image of fantasy not an image of reality, given time he would know that body better than his own. Time, that was key his hands reached out of the letters, and he quietly read Gregory's was full of threat both obvious and latent there was no doubting she was central to his thoughts and John caught hints that it wasn't just his prevented since of control over Lara that was important, there was something else. He moved to the letter from the lawyer which stated they would continue to fight for her privacy to be protected, however if the conviction of Gregory was overturned than many of the orders she had taken out would become contestable. The police chief's letter was a bombshell...'credible evidence that your ex-husband has hired associates...." . "....do not go anywhere that Gregory would know about...." "Recommend you leave your current abode ...." " ....too dangerous to stay...." John closed his eyes and sighed he wasn't going to lose her not now.....whatever she did he would be there one way or another. And time moved on the storm outside abated and birdsong arrived......when would a new song show up? Lara came awake to John sitting beside her, his jeans pulled back on and his coat covering here. The look was back on his face, and she sat up, laying her hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?" She sat up and curled her arms around him. The storm had passed so they could leave, and personally the hay had been comfortable at first, but now her skin was starting to itch. Eyes falling upon the letters she knew he had read them, had seen what she had and more. "Coming here probably a mistake, but it's the only place I felt safe. I don't want to run anymore. It's too hard, tiring and expensive." Pressing a kiss to his shoulder she sighed, "At least we had a moment of peace." Standign she shook and brushed the hay from her hair and body. Lara was sore, but in a good way. Her clothes had dried out OT the point where she could stand to wear them back home. John didn't say much to Lara until they arrived back at their homes, his mind trying to find ways to convince her to run....and he'd run with her thou it was not his nature to do so. As the engine stopped "I think we need to look at moving beyond shooting at targets for you...targets don't shoot back ..." he shook his head it seemed so surreal now" ...also in light of the warnings and the threat but more in light of what has happened between us, I really think it best you spend the nights with me" the smile touched his lips "at my house, if they come here . Your house is where they'll go to first and any advantage counts""Besides I want to make love to you every moment I can" "And what I am supposed to go paintballing with you now?" she blushed at his words and looked away, "John I never wanted to involve you in this, now more than ever. I couldn't stand it if they hurt you just to get me. Sure getting rid of me would make the appeal process go so much swifter, but Gregory would also be the first suspect. It's not like I know anything about the business other than what I overheard and saw that night. It anything that could topple an organization." They unpacked the jeep, "I don't want to feel like a prisoner in my own town John. Next you'll be telling me not to go to work or jogging without you. I can't just sit and be scared and wait for them to come after me. I'd rather be ready for a fight and meet them head on." John shook his head it had not gone according to plan, and she was right eventually she'd become a prisoner ...of his own fear for her." No I wasn't thinking paintball Lara I was thinking real training, It's not just about shooting straight it's about evading capture and so much more, while you may be right about Gregory's intentions the list of things he's suspected of doing could full a large novel one more thing won't make much difference to him." he tried not to make it sound like a lecture but feared that it had. Changing the subject slightly "I did mean when I said I wanted to make love to you as often as possible.... I lost you once because I didn't have the courage of my feelings I don't want to repeat the same mistake" "I know. I wished you had asked me out once or twice. Furthermore, I used to think you didn't like me like that. Furthermore, I mean we grew up together, and I was sure you saw me more like a sister than girlfriend material." They were sitting on the couch, cuddled together. "If you think combat training will help then ok, but I am not spending every night with you. We'd never get any sleep, and you know some use do work more than a few hours each week." Resting against him, she closed her eyes, "Thank you for earlier. It felt good to be wanted and loved." "Yeah" HI's hand gently cupped the outline of a breast...it was a sexual act, but it was also a sigh that their relationship had broken a major taboo, his ability to touch her and not expect to have his hand batted away was now in place... John rejoiced in that." It should be me that should thank you it's been a long time for me as well" his mind flicked to an encounter six months earlier with a Finnish Intelligence officer who while build like a centerfold saw sex as a mechanical activity....no passion at all. He'd fucked many women and made love to one." As for the combat training we can start when you're ready, and we'll progress at your own pace" he smiled "But for now do you want something to drink...tea coffee something stronger" his voice happy to be talking about the mundane. His mind thinking about fields of fire. "Mmm right now just you are enough." She nuzzled deeper into his embrace, enjoying the feel and scent of him. "I'll take whatever advice you give. I mean I'm good because I had to be, but not because I wanted to be. You know I used hate guns. "Lara held him tighter, just wanting to enjoy the moment and not think about the fact that people were out to kill her. John looked ahead relaxed in the embrace for now but his mind was far from relaxed...somewhere out there wheels were turning, decisions being made that would eventually lead to confrontation...here in this place of peace. The police chief had urged Lara to leave, and it made since from all points of view moving here was a bad idea ...staying was just asking for trouble and yet maybe Lara was right, this was home, what she wanted, needed. There was also one massive advantage to this place.....she knew it. The shadows lengthened outside and John looked to Lara..." Hungry?"...he;'d been tempted to ask if she was horny? ...maybe he should.....he'd held back too often"And by change are you horny" he said with a smile. She smiled looking up a this. "I am hungry, but just for you. Food can wait." She shifted atop him, straddling him and pressed her lips to his. Lara had never been aggressive before sexually, her kiss was still shy at first, but eventually she grew bold, tongue sliding past his lips to find his own. Her hands slid under his shirt, running over well toned flesh, nails dragging down over his abs. Lara didn't know what it was, but John made her feel like a totally different person. Pulling back she stared down at him, "Think we can make it to the bedroom?" John was tempted to say no, and in fact was actually uncertain whether they could holdback long enough."Let's find out his eyes alive with lust" in one easy motion John stood up cradling Lara's body against his own, her legs either side He walked quickly towards the bedroom getting up the stairs was easy ...opening the bloody door to his room seemed to be a major drama, fortunately between the kissing Lara working her hand to the door nob and made quick work of the thing. They made the bed just John on top of Lara and for the second time today he started to work on her top. Lara laughed as they fell upon the bed. The top came off much easier now that it wasn't wet. She hadn't bothered to put her bra back on so the minute her blouse was open her breasts were bare and ready for him. The nipples already rock hard. Her hand stroked through his hair slowly. The bed was so much more comfy than the hay had been and more than the couch would have been. Her skirt and panties soon followed, and she gave his shirt a tug, "I think you're a little over dressed, Johnny." Lara's hand slid down to give his cock a squeeze through his pants. "Its only fair if you get naked too." He was alive now, with Lara more alive than he had felt in a long time and while his mind was working on all he had found out today...his body and soul were hers. They always had been. Raising quickly from a now naked Lara, John removed his pants and boxers, his body combat lean from years of training, now nailed his cock stood hard and proud ahead of him, and he climbed back onto the bed his body between her legs and his face to hers. There lips met his cock head touched her pussy lips...over time their love making would become more skilled as they learned other's body and desires....but there was a need this time...almost animal like. John didn't question that. Lara Wei sure afterward that she'd be walking funny for a long time and that John wouldn't be able to stretch without wincing thanks to her nails. It wasn't rough as it was passionate. Of course john had carried her into the shower afterward out of concern for her. She just smiled, kissed him and told him she'd live. Cleaning up had led to more fun, only this time she'd taken the lead more. Dropping to her knees and sucking him long and hard until he'd exploded in her mouth. Now they lay in his bed, arms around each other. Lara wasn't asleep though. She was thinking. Were they coming after her just because Gregory wanted her dead? No he'd rather do that with his own hands, that much she was sure of. It had to bed something else, but what? What was she not seeing? "Echo Fox Charlie position is critical over Echo six is down, X-rays have breached repeat X-rays have breached" the reply came amongst the gun fire." Get out take Peterson to the gamma line the Brits have that line secure""NO that's an order""Down now Peterson MOVE "Red eyes flashed men fell uttering a language he had never understood...blood and pain filled the air explosion pushed his skull onto his brain the vacant eyes of Peterson .lifting running ...."DAME" John sprung up to a sitting position he was in his room Lara's hand moved to his leg from its resting place. It had been a trap most of his team had died that night including the Major who had started the unit there was something about those attackers that was different....he'd felt the changes most keenly that night. "John?" She had noticed his restlessness and was surprised to see him sit straight up. Sweat WS running down his body. Sitting up herself she pulled the sheet up over her breasts. "What's wrong?" As much as he knew about her problems, John hadn't shared much of his, but then his were wrapped up unmilitary intel. You couldn't just share that kind of stuff with civilians, not even those you loved. It took a moment then John turned to Lara, any other time her uncovered breasts would excite him, hell up until a day ago seeing them would have represented the best moment of his life." I'm sorry Lara I...." he stopped realizing he was about to come up with a whole load of bullshit, a common problem in special ops. "I had a nightmare, it happens sometimes", his eyes flicked to the window it was still the middle of the night then his eyes moved to hers."that one happens sometimes", tears welled in his eyes unbidden, "we had to hold a line at a pass in Afghanistan we got over run, my unit they all died that night..."his voice cracked slightly..."there was something out there something .....old I" John stopped he'd just realized what he had said. That not it was top secret or anything since the powers that be had not been interested in feelings as opposed to facts. It was an admission to himself that something out there had felt wrong and yet in some way had been a match as if the unit was created to combat this presence...what ever it was. "I'm sorry Lara I shouldn't burden you with things that can't be changed." She wrapped her arms around John and pulled him close. "It's ok. besides you listened to my problems. I have no problem listening to yours. Nightmares I can understand." Lara had had two or three since moving in and because John had the spare key to her place he'd come running when she woke up in tears. Wiping his face she made him look her in the eye." We don't have to talk if it's that deep, but like you told me, talking helps. Even if the listener doesn't fully get what's going on." John took long moments, there was nothing in this event that he couldn't tell her, yes it was a joint NATO Special operation in as much as the troops were elite the mission was not, in fact it was a simple hold the pass task. He looked at Lara now as intently as she was looking at him. When he spoke it was almost monotone the raw emotion back under control. "We were stationed in a small pass in the Helmut Provence in Afghanistan about a mile to our rear and at the other side of the pass members of the British 22nd regiment held the other side, they had been attacked numerous times but held, we on the other hand well it was all quiet. Funny thing was the pass really was a nothing thing not really that important at any level. About ten at night we came under fire, sporadic stuff but annoying, then it all went quiet ... I mean REAL quiet unearthly even ...we all felt it, something cold and old and very angry, I still can't explain it, it attacked and well it shouldn't have been able to do what it did not as quickly as it did it." A memory flashed back, but John kept it at bay "they carved through our lines like we were boy scouts, and yet all we saw were normal Taliban attacking I held as long as I could, but there came for me, I picked up one of my men who had been injured and ....." John paused now "...and ran when I reached the Brit lines Peterson the guy I was carrying was dead...... I couldn't feel the presence of whatever it was that was out there anymore....a day later we all got pulled out told the mission was over and that was it. " Taking a deep breathe John added "I've never been so scared in my life and .....and never more alive, events of today excluded". Lara just listed and nodded now and then while she rubbed his back slowly. She really didn't know what to say to him other than, "You survived John. That's the almost anyone can hope for. It doesn't compare, but look at me. I could have stayed, kept my mouth shut and chances are I'd be dead right now and just another obituary in the newspaper. No one would have ever known the truth of anything, but I did survive. Scared battered and bruised I manage to drag myself home." Kissing him gently, she stroked his hair, "I was never as scared as the first time he came after me. It was over something stupid really. I yelled at him for being late for dinner and not calling. He was drunk, but he was more than able to put me on the floor with his hands around my throat. When I came to I was in the hospital. We told some lie about me being mugged or something, and we went back to our normal lives. Everything after than was just under that. I became numb to it all. The knife attack, losing the baby, the women, all of it was just normal."" Watching him kill someone else though snapped me out of it. I knew right then and there that if he had to he would do the same to me." John mind was stunned, he knew most of what Lara had said, guessed much but the loss of a baby ...he didn't know, in a warped sort of way they had even apart experienced the same emotions. Was the link really that complete between them or was it just some messed up since of humor being displayed by the power that be." We're a pair aren't we" John kissed Lara gently "We'll make it you and me we'll be each others strength" Whatever had been out there in the pass that night was still there, his gut told him, yet that was a long way away things like that didn't exist in America. The next few days were pretty cut and dried. They worked, the trained, they made love, and they tried to keep calm about things. Lara called her lawyer, didn't tell him where she was, but did get more information out of him. If there was to be a retinal she would have to come back to the city, but he was going to make sure the police gave her a protective detail. That news only made her feel somewhat better, but things got ugly fast. The other people who had testified against Gregory had either recanted or where unable to be found. No bodies no nothing. Just up and vanished as if they had never been. Unlike Lara who was just under the radar these people had been erased. She just thanked him for his help and hung up. That evening while waiting for John to come back from the pizza paler Lara picked up the phone and dialed the number for the prison. Gergori didn't have the kind of pull to get the number from the record so she felt safe to call him." Hello?"" Gregori."" Lara baby. I knew you'd call eventually. Did you get my letter?"" You know I did. Why can't you just let me go? Was I really supposed to say nothing of what I saw?" He laughed softly, "You always were too stupid you know that? Lara I was your husband. Didn't those vows mean anything to you. Love. Honor Obey."" I guess I forgot about vows when you were punching me, or kicking me or cutting my arm up. Why do you have people looking for me?" She was pacing back and forth in the kitchen." Becuase I like knowing where my little rabbit is. I'll admit I'm impressed you had the nerve to take MY money and run. Of course, you and I will be seeing each other soon. My lawyer says it's only a matter of time before they order a fresh trial. And once I'm off you and I are going to have a nice long chat." John jumped out of his jeep and picked up two large bags off the back seat, he'd been shopping at a specialist store in the city, weapons he had this was other equipment he hoped would never be used but feared would be. As prepared as they could be didn't mean they were constantly keyed and ready to go the bags were a safety net if the shit hit the fan, and they had to leave the houses. John walked in to his own house and found Lara there walking up behind her, he kissed her neck while his hands cupped her firm breasts "Hi Hun got something to show you....." his hands moved off her body as his mouth asked "what's wrong" She told him about the conversation with the lawyer but not with Gregory. Somehow Lara knew John wouldn't be happy with that. "So other than pizza what did you bring? More tactical goodies?" Thankfully he had come home after she'd already hung the phone up. That was one conversation he didn't need to hear. Turning around she gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "You know of course with the cops watching over us, we won't be able to bring too much of this stuff with us." Yeah, the cops. John had a great respect for the police but all it took was one corrupt cop to open the door to any attack, and they could be caught by surprise. He had already worked out with Lara the four ways out of her home and out of his, they had slightly remodeled the outside of their properties, so that on casual inspection nothing was untoward, when in reality these spots hid anyone exiting for key seconds unless of course every conceivable exit was covered." Not to worry all completely legit and harmless,"John picked up one of the bags the size of an over large sport bag and lead Lara to the sitting room." If the worse should come and for what ever reason we have to leave these houses then I want you to make your way to Byron's Gully" his tone serious, the gully was just under half a mile away. "The big oak tree, you remember the spot where we watched Claire Cameron and Michael Jones...well you know" a smile touched his face, "this bag will be buried there, inside....clothes shoes." John began pulling them out, the clothing was dark blue (most people mistakenly thought black clothes gave the best protection at night) and looked hard-wearing. ""A registered hand-gun and ammo, night goggles, Kevlar..." and then he took out a cellphone an envelope and a business card. " The money and cellphone obvious this card has this number it belongs to a friend of mine ring it he'll get to you within 24 hours and get you the hell away from here.... I trust this guy completely"He didn't mention that the guy was a Brit and if Lara ever used the number she would be out of the country within a day.....he also failed to mention just what the hell the Brit was doing in America." Look I hope we don't ever need this, but I'd rather it was out there and not need it, then need it and not have it" She nodded and finally said what had been bugging her for a while, "I think I may need to go through my stuff again. I don't think there are bugs or anything, but I packed in a hurry and its possible I picked up something of his. A disc a journal. Something. If he wanted to scare me into running mission accomplished, if he's sending muscle, then there's something he wants." Lara didn't know just how right she was or even how close danger really was. Then men pursuing her were just hours away and just going over the information they had gathered and were just waiting for the word to move. Gregory had assured them that the disc was in her possession whether she knew what was on it or not. It wasn't stuff dangerous to the family as much as it was information on what they truly were. Some things like them were not meant for the light of day. Of course if she proved to be too difficult they would kill her regardless of their boss's wishes. Just because he was Armand's son didn't mean they fared him the way they did the vampire that made nearly every other vampire in the city piss themselves in fear. John nodded. "If you find anything let me know, I'm just going to bury the bags"He found the spot and buried them under a low cover....there was a risk that animal would dig up the earth so he added a thin wooden plywood sheet under the mound of dirt. Coming back John decided to take a shower first, so that by the time he reached Lara's computer room an hour had passed by. He was wearing Jeans running shoes and a light bomber jacket over a black t shirt. His weapon hidden on his person as always." Find anything odd" the question was asked casually with Gregory you never knew, but how odd could anything be that the lowlife involved himself in. "A blank CD. It was underneath one of my music CDs. An ALD one that I barely listen to anymore." she held it up for him to see. "I don't know if I should put it in the computer or not. The idea of finding out something worse, something that is worth killing for," Lara shook her head." Besides its probably password protected. The man was beyond paranoid sometimes. I wouldn't be surprised if it was information on everyone he had business dealings with." she flipped the CD back and forth, "What should we do?" "Knowledge is power" John said almost to himself. "Lara there are few things in this country worse than murder, so what ever is on this disk is going to have to be fairly major to put Gregory in deeper than he is "John took a chair and sat beside Lara "Your decision babe, but I think we should at least attempt to find out what's on the disk" "Ok, but if I'm right you owe me a foot rub." She put the disc in and after a few moments a file popped up with several folders in it. Most of the names she couldn't read, but recognized the words as Greek and Italian. More than a few were also Romanian. That foreign Lang class had been somewhat useful after all." A lot of these look like family names." right-clicking she ordered the files by name and then put them in reverse order. There at the top of theist was her very own former last name. Swallowing she opened the folder. Inside were financial reports. Blood banks, blood reserve, sunscreen research. "God this reads like some vampire portfolio, but vampires don't exist. I mean that would be like believing in werewolves and ghosts." She went through each report some of them making absolutely no sense to her and others had her question the sanity of her husband. Pushign away from the desk she said, "Have at it. I need to get something to drink." Lara left John alone to continue what she'd started John's attention had been caught well and truly by the Romanian, he wasn't an expert in the language, but he knew enough to understand much of what was there. Everything they ah dread since seemed to do nothing but fill gaps in his own knowledge. Off course Vampires didn't exist, but someone was doing a hell of a lot of research around the subject....and as for werewolves the Lyman were a breed long dead....but their DNA had been found and used....only a few people knew that. John continued the search, he stopped at Armand, trailing down a list of options he found what he feared Lyman..... He clicked and all he knew and so much more was in front of him, he also knew what he had felt that night in Afghanistan.... Something .....something John stood up and walked to the window it was so far away that he barely fenced it even now.....but something was waiting and John hoped he was wrong and knew he was right...... All he had to do was explain to Lara why Vampires were real and why a pseudo -werewolf had been bedding her. "You look worried." Lara came up behind him and hugged him tightly. "Find something I didn't?" Lara had only seen that look a few times on his face and John was usually quick OT make it go away, but she knew something was wrong and that he wasn't telling her something." You find some top secret hit list or something? Or just more vampire nonsense. I'm starting to think Gregory and the others were seriously out of it. I mean there's a file on me in there but it's all average stuff except why he kept track of my periods and my blood type is beyond me. Furthermore, I mean there a partial family history in there as well." John didn't look at Lara. "In 1942 German scientists found a fossil of a wolf type creature in Romania, when the Soviets pushed them out in early 45 they hide the fossil in a cave where it lay undiscovered until 1996. Fours year ago a German scientist extracted a sample of DNA and three years ago when Romania joined NATO the project was transferred to military command. A group of special ops personal from several NATO armies were 'injected' with the DNA in a human trail. Those soldiers experienced increased strength, speed and sensory abilities"Now he turned to Lara his face fearful of how she would react "I was one of them, I am the last of them....that night in Afghanistan I .... I felt them" he said pointing to the image of a vampire on the computer. Before Lara could say anything he added "I feel them now.....they are coming" She turned and looked at the computer. It was her father-in-law. The man scared her to death, not only because he didn't look much older than Gregory but for the simple fact his was were so cold. "So what you're trying to say that you're some kind of werewolf created by the military and that what? My inlays are not only murderers and mobsters, but vampires? And they are coming to get me because I have that disc?" Lara laughed. It was the only thing she could do. She laughed so hard she started to cry, "No seriously John what's going on?" " I didn't realize it until now, I didn't even know what was done to me until I read the info about Lyman on that CD it matches everything I know Lara....It's not guess work or based on the fairytales told.....it described how Lyman and Vampire can scent each other. "His tone deadly serious "....and no I'm not a werewolf I don't howl at the moon, the DNA was incomplete....I'm not even sure if they can sense me or not". John sighed "remember that asshole removal guy, when you cut your hand he congratulated me on fucking you, notice how he sped up afterward "John walked to the PC and when back two pages a drawing of several vamps holding chains which all lead to a half man- half wolf came up....something inside John broke, and he turned to Lara his eyes black then red before returning to normal.... Now for the reaction .....it wasn't going to be fun. Lara was about to tell John to knock the joke off despite how serious he sounded. When he turned to look at her, she saw his eyes, and she let out a small scream, backing away from him. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "I didn't see that. Your eyes didn't change just now." she kept space between them pacing back and forth. "This is not happening. Werewolves aren't real, vampires aren't either, and I wasn't married to one. I mean you've seen Gregory in sunlight John. He's about as much a bloodsucker as I am."" I'm tired that's what it is. I'm tired and that conversation with Gregory fucked with my head. You can't be some super soldier with wolf DNA. John I've seen you move. I've laid in bed with you. There would be some clue that you were.different." She couldn't bring herself to say not normal or a freak." I mean yeah Armand is one scary ass dude and yeah he's holding up well, but its amazing what plastic surgery can down. Look at Cher." she was cabling now, her knees on the verge of giving out. Of course, she didn't know that her fear was rolling off her like a cloud of smoke. John looked at Lara, she'd reacted better than she could have, the fact she wasn't screaming to the world was encouraging...still she needed help here." Lara..." no effect "Lara" he said more forcefully "the change in me is at the cellular level, much of the strengths none of the obvious weakness...no fur growing no howling no physical changes that you can see.... I am John I am the childhood friend I am the boy who should have asked you out all those years ago." He didn't close the gap on her not yet." I don't know whether Gregory is vampire you know him better than I do Lara but did he always put sunscreen on before going out?" John looked at the picture of the painting on the computer....she hadn't picked it up...."take a look at the picture Lara...the figure on the far right and look at the date by the painters name." it didn't look like Armand it was Armand as he appeared 740 years earlier. Lara was trying to process everything and reject it all at the same time. "Just a little bit I mean he was out all the time, and they are always going on about skin cancer." Looking at the picture she could see the resemblance and the date on the picture. It was all just so much, but she knew John would never lie to her. Looking back at him, she asked, "You're serious about all of this?" She didn't need him to answer, the way he talked and the look on his face, not to mention the eye thing. It was the only answer for all of it. John took a few moments, he'd hoped that they would have a few months at least for there was so much to show and teach Lara, of course he'd always rightly assumed that their opponents would be human. While some would just like Afghanistan, it appeared at some point they would encounter Vampire and in truth besides what he had seen in movies he really had no clue as to how to combat them. Whatever protection he had right here and now were not for him to share with Lara. "We don't have much time but what time we do have lets use wisely, let's see if this CD tells us about any weakness these vampires may have." Where was Buffy when you needed her? The thought ran through his head and seemed to stay there for a long time. Lara nodded and sat back down at the computer. She would look at John now and then, bring to make sense of it all. He was still the same person she had grown up with just a little extra was a part of him. Did that matter? Did she love him any less? Shaking her head she sighed, "One thing at a time," she said under her breath. Clicking back to the main page she found a folder entitled research and opened it up. Like the other folder there were plenty of expense reports and actually medical reports. Her skin crawled reading some of the stuff. Guess her in laws and their associates weren't above human experimentation if you could really call it that. Besides sunlight which was only a factor for those with more than a quarter of vampire blood in their veins garlic seemed to be the only other issue." Guess some of the stories are true after all." "Yeah well most myths and legends have a grain of truth in them" John said "Do you have any blank Cd's I'd like to make a copy or two of this ......and you wouldn't have any cloves of garlic on you" he said with a smile trying to keep it as light as possible after the absolutely shocking 10 minutes Lara had just experienced. "There should be some in the second kitchen drawer and yeah I think I have few in the fridge." Lara asked without pulling her eyes away from the screen. She was busy going through the other files. The files on the other families contained all kinds of data as far as wealth and such as well as where their loyalties stood." Gregori really needs to hide stuff better." John went to the kitchen and after a few moments found the garlic, he put it all in a plastic bag. And then laughed, it was all so incredible ...vampires and Garlic, werewolves and howling....maybe they could find a mummy or two and have a real party. Then the laughing stopped, what did one do with the Garlic? I mean it was all very well and good finding a tonne of financial records, but what did that mean? When all he wanted to know was how the garlic affected .....the.....vampire. Sudden realization hit him and hit him hard. Half running back to Lara he tried to keep his voice calm" Do a search on these names"... Two minutes later half the names had been found "These are the ones I know of..... Gregori's family funds half the Senators on every intelligence/security and military oversight committee....and this one the Charts Benefit Fund is the funding agency for a group that hires ex special forces personnel for jobs that can't be traced back to our government" Lara got that sinking feeling in her stomach. "John if he's got his father's backing on all this...we could be in very deep couldn't we?" It was starting to seem like they were bailing water out of a boat with too many holes in the bottom. Even if they went to the government officalswith this disc, more than likely they would take care of both her and John to save the Peretti family the trouble. Closing her eyes she set her forehead down on her fists. "You know I think I preferred life when Gregory was just a thug." John missed the comment for a moment then looked at her. His arm when around her shoulder." Easier less complicated maybe but not better at least I hope not" John said not sounding as convincing as he would have liked."Let's get there copies sorted and then...." He looked at Lara, she wasn't going to like the next bit ...and she was going to hate the bit he'd leave out til near the end." We would be wise to leave Lara and leave very soon". And leave they would whether before or after the coming attack that much was clear. John just hoped that when they left it was as much on their own terms as possible. She just nodded and started making the copies. It wasn't fair things had just begun to settle. Lara loved her job and just packing up and leaving was going to start talk in town. Worse yet if anyone looking for them came through and heard they had left, they'd keep coming. "Go where though John? From the looks of things they're everywhere, and they are certainly not going to stop looking for us." Lara popped the second disc into the computer and started the process all over again. "And if they are close, whose to say they won't be on us before we can even get out of the area?" "You're right they are certainly not going to stop looking for us, eventually we're going to have to face them, but I'd prefer a time and place of our own choosing" he watched the second copy complete itself. His head suddenly turned to the west "As for being on to us well I can sense the Vampires, now that I understand what it is I need to be aware of. They are close, but still several miles away" he didn't add that his Lyman scents didn't extend to humans, at least not to the same level .....for that he had other skills. John looked at Lara she needed reassurance, in truth so need John, but he need was more pressing. "They are not everywhere Lara, if they were then the degree of secrecy we have seen would not be here, also its unlikely that most of not all the people being funded have any clue as to the true nature of their benefactor that gives us a window of opportunity before any real influence can be brought to bare on us. And we're not alone Lara we have access to powerful friends" he knew this last bit did not make since. "Trust me "Now came to really hard bit "We're leaving behind the CD we copied I want them to find it....and" he looked at Lara intently" we're going to have to burn down this house" "What?!" Lara jumped to her feet and looked at him as if everything he had said before that had been reasonable. "Burn my house down? My stuff? John there has to be some other way. " The thought of starting over from scratch hell less than scratch made her nervous. Would they have even been fooled by the fire? With no remains the say she had died in the fire they would just report back and keep looking. Shaking her head she just looked away, "If you're sure. You're the expert here." It sounded like she was giving up, but the truth was Lara was just tired. It was all too much, and it had been a long day, and it was starting to show in her eyes. No I'm not sure, John thought but did not dare voice that doubt." I'll give you my reasoning you deserve that" he had to make this quick. "The most important part of our escape is the first 24 hours, when they don't find remains they will continue to hunt us, now they may do so anyway, but they have a more pressing problem than hunting for us. That disk" he said pointing at the disk Lara had found in her pile of belongings. If we leave it to be found amongst all the other disks, except our copies, than they may guess we have seen the info it contains they may even guess we have copies, but they also may believe you never saw a thing....that will impact their decision-making, but the biggest reason for that file is that Computer....we have to destroy the hard drive without bringing attention to the fact that we purposely destroy the hard drive, the only way to do that is to destroy pretty much everything else" he paused for a moment "If they recover the hard drive or find it missing they will know we know "In the end the vamp would come to that relaxation either on their own or with his help but the longer they were uncertain the more chance they had of picking and choosing their battleground. "Ok John. Can we...can we just get some sleep now?" Lara's eyes told him she needed something that was uncomplicated. Sleeping in his arms was just that. Uncomplicated and simple. In bed the outside world didn't matter, even when it was pressing down on them like a 30 ton weight." A part of her wondered if this is what her life was going to be from now on. Constantly trying to stay ahead of the bad guys. "Okay but my house....and.....we may have only a few hours" John picked up the copied disks. "Get a bag only your most important documents and ...and photos no frames, take the main gun you always carry but not the spare you hide, I have plenty you can play with" his voice calm now She needed sleep if she could get it, he could do with some himself but had so much to do...still he'd be with her until sleep took her and then....then he had a house to burn down without making it look wrong.....and he had his own things to pack, not much but enough stuff that he wanted to protect. He had been telling the truth about powerful friends for there was one group that had not shown up in any of its gives on the search Lara had conducted, one group made up of ex members of the most elite of all elite special forces in the world and John had several lifelines into the resources and will of that group...the Cadre. Just how expansive their operation was in America he didn't know but what he did know was they worked the gaps in his countries' system for three purposes...... Queen, Country and all who fought within and beside them during their active service and that included John. All he had to do was survive the first 24 hours once the chase began, and then they would be found by the right people. She packed what she needed including all the extra clips she had for her main gun. Slinging the bag over her shoulder she followed John home. After a long hot shower by herself she pulled on one of his shirts and climbed into bed. It was like Lara was on autopilot. Later she would realize that all of it was necessary. Outside though unseen and unnoticed by either their pursuer's spotter made a call to his employers of what was going on. Back in the CityGregori strode into his cell with a smug look on his AFCE. Touching Lara's picture he started doing push-ups. Soon very soon his little kitten was going to learn the error of her ways. And so would whoever was helping her. Word had gotten back to hims he was being seen around her hometown with some guy. Detail was thin since it didn't pay to have anyone thinking he was up to anything more than helping his lawyer with his appeal. John opened his armory, there was an impressive array of weaponry to be seen but unlike Rambo he needed to be selective he was not going to go around carrying a dozen weapons. Another mistake that Hollywood always made was to have different members of a special ops team all with weapons that fired different caliber of bullets, a mistake repeated by many home security freaks. It took just a few minutes to select the weapons he would take plus one for Lara the MP5k a light small weapon ideal for close protection, he hoped she'd never needed it but in his heart knew she would. Moving the backpack to sit beside Lara's bag, John then walked back to her house, this was the fun bit it had to look like the fire was not planned at least enough for the local fire crew to be fooled, John doubts any in depth investigation could long mask the true cause. Some twenty minutes later he walked out of her house and into his own making his way to his bedroom John watched her now, she was so perfect there was no question about what he was doing he would die for her but more importantly he would live for her. It seemed so unfair that such a beautiful incredible person should have such a shitstorm impacting on their life. Lying down next to Lara John stared at the bedroom wall, long nights he'd looked at this same wall with as a background to Lara's pushing pulsating body on top of him he knew that he would never see that again in this room, and he was saddened by that for a lot of reasons. Then suddenly his eyes widened...movement a long way off, but it was coming growing nearer, coming from the city "Lara" John said quietly "its time"They would head over to her house walk in the front door go out via one of the exits he'd prepared so that any prying eyes would miss their departure and then make their way to the bags he had buried from there they had a trek across country to meet help, the one big advantage they had was that they had grown up in this land they knew it as well as anyone. It seemed so strange to walk through her house knowing that she would never see any of her things again. She watched John go to work setting everything up and then with one final sad look they made their way out the back door. "I'm going to kill him for this. Even if it takes me going with him. Gregory will pay for this, all of it." Taking his hand, Lara gave it a squeeze, "Do it and let's be away from here." John nodded there didn't need to be anything said, if Gregory suspected they knew what they knew he'd come after them and eventually would find them, John accepted that as a given, his job was to delay that encounter until it suited them both....if he could. The fire started in the kitchen and spread quickly along the drapes and curtain eating up the interior walls until it hit the oven ....the explosion ripped open the side of the house away from his own sending wood and fire a dozen of feet in the air. It masked John and Lara's disappearance into the wooded area behind their houses. He leads Lara towards the hidden equipment, he had no idea what protection it offered against vampires but if they used humans at all as it appeared they did then the equipment offered a slight edge. When they reached the space where he had just dug a hole earlier"Get changed "the bag opened up to show blue combat pants and a blue jacket, it'll hide you better especially at night" John then sent a seemingly random TXT message, it would be the first and only time he used this mobile, the reply came back, a smile touched his face John turned the phone off and then threw it away. Lara changed quickly stuffing her clothes in the bag." So what now? We hide out and try and come up with a plan? She knew that with her 'death' Gregory would probably get his appeal and also his freedom with a large amount of bail hearing until another trial could be set. Without her the DA and the feds would be on their own. Gregory would know better though. And he'd come after them, that fact his men had failed would make him want to handle things with his own hands. And then? Then it was going to get ugly. "No we have a meeting to get to" John said flatly "It'll take a day for them to realize no one was in the fire, they might come top that conclusion earlier, but they'll want to be sure, hopefully by then we'll be long gone"The distant sound of a fire engine could be heard, Edgar and the local volunteers were on their way. John took a deep breathe "I sent a message to a friend of mine he's going to meet us in 24 hours at O'Malley Gully, if you get there, and I don't ask for John Heyday" he smiled a forced smile "John Heyday he'll get you out of the area maybe even out of the country IFF need be"The fact that John had most likely never met the man who would be waiting for them nor the fact that his name was absolutely not John Heyday, was something John choose not to share. All he had to do was get Lara to the gully 20 miles away travelling through the night with heaven knew what was out there.....fun. "What do you mean if you don't?" Lara asked as they walked. "You planning on dying on me somewhere between here and there?" Leaving the country? Would that really keep her safe? She couldn't run forever, eventually Lara would have to stand and fight and at this point she was ready to fight. Hell she wasn't even sure John's other friends would want to get involved with what many would see as domestic fight. Sure they could be very well dealing with supernatural beings, and even with the information she had, Lara was the last person who would know what to do with any of it. Hell she wanted to just snap the copies right then and there, go back to the city and tell Gregory to leave her to her life. Of course, it would never be that simple or that easy. John stopped at her words, realized to him what had been a fairly standard and reasonable conversation to have been to Lara something more. In a moment of true tenderness John touched her face and kissed Lara gently "I'm not going to die nor am I planning to, this is just in case, just so you know what the plan is, at least the escape plan". A snap of a twig come be heard John spin away smoothly moving his body down and his weapon came up to the firing position for a long moment he was still, then a little laugh "Deer". Why was he so jumpy all of a sudden? Getting up he smiled at Lara "let's get out of here", the forest seemed darker now and not just because the night was coming. They kept walking long into the night not really talking, just small talk here and there. Occasionally John would stop look around, and Lara knew he could still feel whoever and whatever it was that was coming their way. They stopped only once so she could use the bathroom behind some bushes. That was an exercise in balance, because she also had her gun drawn out just in case." John when this is all over, what's going to happen to us? I mean if we both make it out of this alive?" It was a good question and in truth an impossible one to answer." You and me" John asked "We'll be together if that's what you want Lara" he turned to her now they both wore night vision googles, which took some getting used to. "Lara in these last few months I've fallen in love with you all over again" his words were heart-felt, he continued "I was never truly out of love with you and nothing can change that, I hope there is an end to this, but I think at one point to get to that ending we have to confront Gregory, even if he's not what I suspect he's got to be sorted before we can truly be free to love each other without living our lives in hiding"He could feel them now something behind them, many miles in the rear in his heart he knew something was at the house, and it was angry.....very, very angry. He wanted her, wanted her now but shoved that need away he was a professional, yet she was all personal...... They stopped for another short break, so Lara could rest her legs and grab a swig of water. 20 miles was no walk in the park. By now the fire would be out, but they wouldn't start searching the rubble in earnest til morning. Once they started back up Lara felt like they were being watched and something else. It nagged at her brain as if trying to remind her of something. Something she hadn't felt in years and most recently before her move."Something's not right John," she said softly. It felt like someone was dragging something hot over her skin. "No" John said quietly in reply, he looked at Lara and concern was etched in his face," there something out there and something very bad is at your house right now and it's not a happy camper"But sending wasn't the same as seeing, yet Lara felt it, certainly enough to voice the concern she was feeling. "Are you okay?....you look like you have seen a ghost"An owl hooted in the distance, but it didn't break the tension. "Not a ghost so much as I feel weird. Usually got this weird feeling when he was mad, and we weren't around each other. It didn't happen again until right before I found out people where following me and asking questions." She rolled her shoulders trying to relax. "Its kin dog like having something hot dragged over my skin." The fact that whoever was after them was already at what was left of her house told her that they were moving fast. They were going to have to be faster.

Running Scared (Closed For Eiselmann)|rating:4.0

A Sword to Remember(NicciKotor & Genbu83)

Ah, what a fun night our young raunchy adventurer had this evening. Plenty of whores and more whore in the "Market" district of a massive port city of Thy reach. Plenty of things to buy in that district, including even some more of the girl variety. The whores and other tradesmen knowing and respecting our new adventurer, knowing his capabilities and his ability to get things done, often with something involving plenty of stabbing. Speaking of whores and stabbing, the new adventurer is busy sleeping off a binge/orgy at one of his three secret hideouts, with this one being your standard looking flat apartment. Got 3 girls lying around the room, exhausted from said binge and/or orgy. Empty booze bottles and drugs scattered around the place, as the cruel mistress that is the sun pierces through the window and delivers seeping pain of awakening. "Tell a barmaid or three the right lies, and show them a trick or some coin", Derrick's father spoke into his memories,"and you can make sure every night you have a warm bed." Silver hair caught light in the Storehouse window. He was letting it get long again. Our Swashbuckler was keen on keeping himself available. Doing such often meant that he wasn't always himself. Light hair was easy to dye." Son of a bitch," Derrick said far from content with the accursed day star. He spent a fair job's pay on these lovelies drugs. He didn't spend a copper on getting them into his warehouse. Whare is one "o" from whore he though. The young man didn't really spend any of his coin on these wenches. Though they thought he did. The right opportunity, the right sucker, a good trick and fast hands were easy money. If only getting rid of a headache was as easy. He drank twice his share last night, and like most of his successful nights, it was all a blur. Taking a look around his hideout, he counted bottles, wenches, and accounted for his things. A grin came crossed his face despite the hangover." Did she really fall asleep like that? Poor thing is going to need to wake up, a shame it won't be proper for her" The three whores scattered around the room, left there from passing out from the fun time happy time last night. One of which is still tied off to the table, as she let go a rather naughty secret about wanting to get tied to the table and anal raped for the first time. Naught whores are quite common to find, but of course getting them to release the information requires more interesting maneuvers. One said whore is busying waking up from the accursed day star as well, groaning out hard, while she is passed out on the floor." Ugh....what the nine tells. Oh, yeah... you." Looking at you and trying best to not pass out from said headache and the desire to vomit. She is a rather sexy girl, quite tan from being in the southern lands, with her nipples ringed, with you finding out last night that she likes to have them pulled. "Nine tells, one headache, and too much noise," Derrick said. The tanned girl was quite the buxom trollop. Though he liked her voice better in his inebriated state. He was distinctly lacking trousers, and she was distinctly making herself available. He paid for her fun, he had plenty of time for his." You look like hell," he tells her as he took hold of her rings. His dry voice held no consideration for the mood of the morning. He felt like hell, last night she was likely riding him like a champ. "You sound like hell," he continued,"...better fix that." the prick told her pulling her to her hands and knees on his being and reintroducing her to his flesh sword. The redhead tied to the table was sleeping sound enough. Likely had a long night. He didn't hear the third, so nipples good start his day off proper. Speaking of which he ringed each hand. She might not be in teh the best mood, but he definitely wasn't. The whore not much in a mood to do some oral. Getting on her knees anyway, having a reputation to uphold. Licking at your member quite nicely before slipping her mouth over it, pushing it in deeper and deep throating you like a good whore that she is. Suckling and drooling some as you paw and tease her rings, making her giggles and moan even more with your member still in her mouth. Working you hard and fast to get this over with, wanting to pass out somewhere safe and not filled with the evil glare of the day star. After getting her to keep from asking questions that got on his nerves; Derrick pulled his phallus from her mouth. She wasn't in the mood to do it. He wasn't in the mode to hear it. As she laid on his bed looking a bit more pale and disgruntled. The "go-to man", found his trousers, tunic, blade, and other things thrown off in haste. He traveled light, but kept his equipment efficient. Jerrick dressed himself in a reasonably sober manner. Naturally his colors were grays, dark blues, and charcoal black. Most of his work had him working in dark places anyhow. The ladies may or may not have remembered how he dressed, but that was solvable." Time to clean up," he said as he pulled a Wand of Prestidigitation from his holster on his belt. Simple tricks were most useful. He may not be the wizard his father was, but he learned to take advantage of the arcane just the same. The silver haired young man whirled the wand about and waited for himself to not smell of booze and cheap tail...nothing happened." Fuck", he growled. He had a sun rod. He drank a bit more than he thought last night. Taking the time to find his actual wand, he then proceeded to clean himself up. After which he died his hair red, ADN made his clothes and armor appear to be earthen blues and tans. Looking the part of a respectable adventure. Though, no respectable adventure dumped three freshly bedded lasses on the street. That being done. He would walk the street ADN change the colors of his clothing to something a bit greener when the guards came looking for the ass. You managed to get onto the street without any casualties. You live on one of the side streets in the market district, so there are plenty of shops around, selling in the usual things a large port city needs and whatnot. The more naughty stores all clump up together at one place, to better consolidate and control the monopoly they have. One good section of the market district is for the selling and buying of slave girls, freshly caught and shipped by boat to the town. Getting any sort of decent girl from such markets costs far in excess from what out young adventurer could handle. Too much paperwork and taxes. What isn't part of these three sections of the market district would fit into the part where the brothels and public baths are set up. Where the higher priced and more exotic whores are lodged and guarded. "If I find alchemists mercy... I must start praying", he muttered still fairly hung over from the night before. Bits and pieces of the night came and went. Thinking hurt like hell, and it was way too bright. Something poked at the back of his mind. Did he have a job today? Eitherway, he was going for breakfast or an alchemists shop whichever he found first. His head pounded like an angry orc, and he couldn't afford to piss off any business. After all it would sour his reputation. You meander into the segment of street that houses the magic shops, which of course have built in alchemy shops within. Inside you see the usual trappings of a place that looks to blow at any second. Vials of weird shit strewn all over the place and on top of each other, all sorts of weird colors and whatnot. Inside the store you see a familiar face at the front counter. A rather nerdy but still horny as fuck slave girl the owner got the sole purpose of someone to man the shop. She waves and yells at you to buy something or get the fuck out. She is very much naked with her wearing a collar and a long leash, the end of it tied off to the counter itself. The actual owner that owns the place you know quite well. He likes you quite a bit since you can get the real good stuff, as he just lets you fuck his pet girl raw each time you get him said awesome stuff. He even promised that if you keep it up, he would allow you to inseminate her and get her into breeding, to finally pay for her lazy ass and do something productive with her hobbies. "Hangover cure, and the usual", says the deviously handsome face. Normally he'd look more charming, but he as they could see, was suffering from a hangover. He looks about. The shop was always a mess, and it was hard to tell what was new and what was trash. Couldn't hurt to talk shop though. He waited by the tied end of the leash as he waited on the nude pet to get what he needed. When she moves a bit, he gives the leash a tug. Then eyes her, as she worked, "what happened to customer consideration. You think I'm a freeloader, or just adding to the till you owe me". Derrick reminded the nerdy little slave that she had several decent nights in his company. "Or do I need to talk to your sire and move my business elsewhere. I'm sure some of those pig faced mercy would love to get in on your bosses' arrangement with me." All the while she is yelling at you to get a real job and a real girlfriend and something that resembles normal life, she busies herself with making coffee. Getting yanked on her leash only makes her boss you around some more with your sorry ass excuse of life choices. Handing off the coffee, ignoring everything you say to just talk over you and keep harassing you about various things. After her daily rantings that she gives you each time you come into the shop, she hands off a note with the standard lists of crap the Master needs for his various highly illegal and potentially explosive experiments. It wouldn't be the market district without at least 2–3 explosions and various fires coming from said explosions. She also repeats the promise Master said about doing a good job and allowing you to inseminate the pet girl Fiona here. She just smiles evil and taunts you some more, not even thinking that your seed could even be potent enough to do the job. "It's all right Fiona," he says taking the lists. He has little sympathy for the slave, as it is. "Breeding stock has to be high class. Your master couldn't afford my stud fee anyhow. I mean after all he pays me in fucking you"Derrick leaves without paying for the items. The alchemists' mercy definitely satisfied the hangover, but not his mood. The hex blade read over the list seeing which was the most feasible item to acquire first.((Craft alchemy 27 craft alchemy check.)) Pouting out some as you leave her there without any entertainment for her day. Left there all alone to just masturbate and wait for customers to come in.Meanwhile, the list is the usual highly explosive stuff that tends to be highly explosive. You know of various warehouses down near the docks that have crates of such materials. Walking along the streets you see the usual streets whores and the occasional alleyway fuck, including the various moaning. Various pet girl getting led around on leashes wearing very slutty outfits of all strips. Just normal behavior in this part of the town. The warehouses will be the first stop. He decides that more coin in his pocket is better than what he has now. Besides the daylight was at least good for casing a heist. Jerrick meandered a bit. The red district was a bit on the active side, though business seemed to be a slump. He rested his hand on his fashion as he made his way by the docks and into the warehouse district. One could never be too careful. Still with the confidence of some pirates and rivaling some well known sorcerers, he strode his way about. Basically he would look like a buyer. Carrying oneself like a mercenary officer was often an easy way to sneak info. You do meander closer to the warehouses that you know plenty of. Getting in and out of these large very poorly constructed buildings is quite easy, even with the lax guarding that happens. Most of the guards guard the front doors in a vain attempt to be as lazy as possible. When you do come across such guards, they just look at you, not at all bothered by your presence. This would be the easier part of the task. Acquiring goods typically was. Getting out without questions or complication was where jobs usually went south. Though Derrick didn't like complications, and thus his jobs rarely left him without coin. Jerrick made his way into the store house. He memorized the ingredients he'd need. The hangover cure helped a lot with that. He was far from careless even though we are used to operating in this area.(Stealth rolls are rocking at 29 and Spot or Listen will be 17 with a 22 search.) You do your usual thing of wandering the streets as if you are busy with getting to somewhere, only to dart between two warehouses, the alleyway a good 6 feet wide. Down this way and past some trash, you push away some more trash that is hiding an opening to the left warehouse, the one you want to get into. After a bit of wiggling and grunting you can get in, still as silent as ever. Inside is nice and well light thanks to the skylights in the roof letting the sun beat down into the building. Per usual with warehouses, there are plenty of boxes littered all over the place, as they usually do keep the alchemical ingredients off to the side so if they did explode it would only take out a segment of the warehouse. No guards are in sight. Derrick decided to check the more hazardous items first. These items were the most expensive, and often the part of the job with the highest difficulty. The hex blade's Mott was done the handwork first and fake the easy stuff. Not taking chances, he remained stealthy as he pried carefully into and out of the boxes. He was likely working on a guard shift change. He worked quickly, but was not the type to be careless...at least while working. The guards like to stay away from the explosive cargo for reasons seemingly unknown. While you are prying open boxes and looting, you manage to find most of the more expensive alchemical ingredients. One such remains for now, while digging through the more covered and pushed back crates. Which makes things rather more interesting, as you pry open one crate to not find bottles, but a long slender chest suspended by magic in the crate, the only thing in it. The magic there for packaging. Casting Identify had saved him trouble before. As a precaution, he did so mostly because there was this thing called living, and he liked doing it. Unseasoned thieves and scoundrels met their ends at improperly assessing what was going on and what they were dealing with. In a life or death business, Derrick thrived. The guards were clear of this for a reason. If the spell could not aide him, maybe the shipping invoice might. It's a box, and it has something inside of it. Luckily for you to identify didn't catch the dozen or so traps and locks set on the box, which the spell also did identify. None of the traps would go off if the box would to be touched, only if it was to be opened without the proper dozen or so keys, each one individual set for each lock and trap. That level of paranoia and protection seems to be rather excessive. You check the shipping invoice, and it just says for this box more random alchemical ingredients. Opening his pouch of thieves tools. Derrick pulled out a small skeleton key shaped rod. This was one of his more useful devices, he took a moment, performed the simple but precise gesture ADN then used the want to cast Knock. The man hoped that there were no magical traps waiting on contingent. This may not be on the alchemists lists, but odds are it was valuable. The box hisses as the knock spell hits it, changing a few colors and making all sorts of noises as the magic tries to break through the seals on the box. Finally, after a few non-explosive seconds the box does finally open, to reveal something all too common looking. The slender box has a rapier inside, a very old looking rapier considering all the buffs and grit still covering the blade and hilt itself. The hilt has a rather interesting floral design on it, but besides that looks quite normal. The box insides are layered with stitched padding, making it quite the well-made box for the cargo it holds. Curious, and of course willing to make a coin, the "handyman" takes the box. This was still a little on the easy side. Derrick was not keen on the idea of being cursed. When he could deem it safe he made be tempted by it, for now, he would focus on being comfortably alive. The mysteries of the loot would be revealed soon enough, parts always made ends meet." No to close this all up and find away to make profit. He still had to get paid and get out with the new box. You manage to get the box out of its suspension within the crate easily enough. The horrible noise it created did sound off some alarms with the lazy ass guards. That sort of noise isn't that common in the warehouse, usually they get explosions followed by the totally UN expected fire. Luckily for you, they are as loud as they are lazy, allowing you to escape out of the warehouse by the hole, your new shiny box and sword and ingredients in tow. Succeeding with some additional and unexpected loot, the young miscreant decided that he would not waist time. He knew a good fence, this sword intrigued him for some reason, there had to be more to it. After Derrick got his answers, he would decide if the sword would be sold or if he'd add it to his small collection of items. Though he also wanted to know who was connected to the blade, no sense in showing off the blade you stole unless you knew you could handle the owner. You mousy out of the warehouse district easily enough, looking just like any other random troublemaker in this part of the city. While you are wandering down the street trying to stuff the box into your handy haversack, you find that it doesn't want to fit. No amount of shoving or poking will get the box inside and under control. Even with this setback you wander back into the market district and meet up with your 100% respectable and trust-able fence."ah yes, yes my friend, what do you have this time. Please, step into my office!" His office being an off to the side alleyway. His eyes darting all over the place in the usual lookout for anyone suspicious or weird looking. "Was on a job today and came crossed something interesting", confesses the procurer of items and persons,"I noticed it was a fair challenge to get at, and thus was intrigued all the more. It came in this box and had some interesting wrappings." Jerrick set the box ONT eh table after being shown that it was clear to do so. "I wanted your opinion and appraisal if possible, to see if it's worth either of our wilds" "Is there anything in the box...?" He takes his sweet paranoid time opening it for himself, looking even more confused at the worn over rapier inside. Looking quite puzzled as he goes about finding his artificers' monocle for such an occasion. Putting it on and staring at the thing for a good minute."uh-huh... well this thing has no magic at all! The sword nor the box. Are you sure this thing is expensive and bootable? Did you touch it at all or anything? If this thing is magical, it may be lying dormant for life energy to spark it back into life." "I didn't touch it. I tend to only touch things I'm not supposed to when I know that I won't get too tainted afterword. It's a sound strategy. It at least has kept me without a wife or urchins of my own," he explains. That there were a lot of locks and exploding traps. The thing was not impossible to get."just seems like a waste of protection for a decoy, don't you think?" "Yes I quite agree, this thing is important for some reason or another to warrant all of those traps you said was there. Well if you want to get rid of it, I'll get it off of your hands for 100 GP. No sense wasting what looks like masterwork craftsmanship." Still staring at it and confused as you are about what this thing is and why it is inert or just a decoy or something even more potentially squishy for anyone nearby. "If you don't know what it is I'm not selling it off. Might not have the right market," he says, there's always figuring out who sent the sword and tricking a hood into ransoming it to the original owners hands. Then again it wasn't a bad looking sword. He could always wear it with a nice piece for a big heist, or just the simple I have an expensive sword, now vampire your dress will drop. Sort of ploy, barmaids were often easier than a respectable whore. The fence just shrugs for the time being, finding all of this not worth his trouble if he can't get any money out of it. Telling ya that if you are not going to sell it, might as well get the nine tells out of his office so he can get some real customers to 'help'. Would be a good idea to haul off the other goods that you looted before getting caught with them. Managing to get back to the alchemists shop in good time, seeing the shop girl still there bored out of her mind. Looking over at you and yawning out, still leashed to the counter and naked. Pointing her thumb off to where her master usually is, either sleeping or working in his office. He walks right to her Masters laboratory. Derrick decided not to mention nor display the rapier. Looking carefully for a spot in the lab, he places the bags he acquired out for inspection." What's your latest little project", Derrick inquired, "because if they are anything like those gold pills, that'll be a quite a project, at least I'll be able to find some use for it." Jerrick was genuinely curious to what the alchemist AHD planned. Naturally he also inquired because showing interest made the man's coin purse looser. The master alchemist is busy looking at naughty booklets and chuckling to himself. The idea of an old man looking at naughty bits send far too many nasty images into your precious minds cape. Luckily for you and your sanity he puts it away once you stumble into his office, which looks just like any other office. Vials of strange shit all over the place and on top of each other, one bad step and a bump could mean the difference between explosions and the unrelated fire, or something spilling on you and changing your sex." Ah yes, yes, good to see that you are still alive and not on fire! What sort of presents did you get me this time?" Taking a look at the bag and the box you are holding, since again you cannot stuff it into your sack. Before you can even answer, however, he starts rambling about such and such date rape drug he is making that he stocks and sells fairly good in the first place. Also sell things the customers want, that is the best way to make some money. "I filled in your assistants list and picked up something for me while I was in the area," he says as he sets the bags of the alchemical ingredients on the free workstation. The box with eh sword he keeps casually under his arm. The idea that the man may have been master baiting when he walked in baffled and disgusted him. The old alchemist was not much of a looker, and he had a slave who could service him. Why resort to an image when you own the ass itself? Bringing business back to mind, the hex blade looked back the man. "About my Payment, I think I'll settle in more gold than fun this time, your pet is annoying me more than enticing my 'benefiting tendencies'," he informs the aged chemist. Jerrick took less time on that job than he expected, couldn't hurt to figure out this sword or go earn some more coin. Ranting on about other unrelated things as you talk about what you had to go through. This is quite common in how it is very hard to get him to shut up. Taking a look at the bag and rummaging through it, finding it satisfactory even though you didn't get everything. He didn't expect as much considering what he wanted was quite rare in the first place." If my pet girl is annoying you, then perhaps she just needs to be properly put back into her place. Though I do enjoy watching her high spirits while she looks after my shop. Do keep in mind that her life is one of tedium and boredom after all, teasing you is all that she gets for entertainment." Hands you 1000 GP for your troubles and getting the ingredients that he needs, while adding in a nice tip. A nice charm that would make a girl wearing it get pregnant. Still talking about business and how the two of you could split the profits on when she produces. Your choice on the matter, babbling on about how she needs to still pay her way around the shop. He dismisses the talk of the pet girl. He was a way to get coin, and if desperate, a piece of her tail. Derrick counted the coin as he listened to the man ramble; it really helped. Though, he eyed the charm. He was likely going to sell that. Fatherhood or siring was just too much trouble. Even if free of responsibility, something that he fathered would be trouble someway somehow sometime. The idea just wasn't there, otherwise he would be a professional stud. Prostitution did pay well. Though Derrick was quite picky about clients and who he played with. Looking out to the slave he decided that he really wasn't up for it. He could get his dick wet or dirty later. Not to slit his wrist though, he left 3 gold on the counter in front of her as he left. There was the matter of this sword he was more interested in. It couldn't hurt to clear his afternoon in and figure it all out. The pet girl eyeing the girl and seeing you leave, slipping it off in her own small stash away from her master. While you wander out onto the street you see smoke off in the distance. One of the warehouses or shops or another building exploded yet again. This town is quite dangerous with random magics and other naughty items that tend to explode for no good reason. You have your standard apartment hide out, a few magic shops across from the street as well. You still got 3 more hideouts around town, one of which is a basement of an Inn, and another is a small room built into the sewer system. Very remote and very defend-able, but it smells just plain zombie awful. You decide to wander back to your original apartment, since there isn't any heat coming onto you for your latest looting. Along the way you pick up some fast food from one of the local street vendors. Plenty of whores in this part of town, most of the more experienced once know you full enough to keep away unless you really want some. When you get back home the place looks like it recently had a party/orgy in it, everything is tossed around and rolled and vomited on. "Looks like the ladies found the rest of my stuff...or it didn't seem so bad when I left," Derrick said. He did some interesting things last night and on other nights. Bringing home some ladies to party is a fairly common occurrence for him. Given that this is his main place, and he planned on having more company. Walking over to his dresser he pulled out a small figurine of a servant. He tapped it and gave it a simple command,"clean." A while ago he bought a charm of unseen servant, given his lifestyle, it had been a worthy investment. The silver heard swordsman had no interest in cleaning nor the desire to have somebody come and clean for him. While the being went to work, he sat down at his bed and took a look at the sword and its box. The servant pops into existence and goes about putting the furniture back into its regular places. It cannot fix anything that which was broken by said whores and orgy, but it does its best to get things back in order and to clean off the vomit from the usual places, floors and walls and ceiling mostly. Bed is the usual mess of stains and messed up sheets from the usual orgies, the servant doing its best to work around you. Opening the box shows off the dull and dirty rapier yet again, nothing so much as changed. Upon picking it up from the handle out of the box, the sword begins to emit a faint green glow while being pulled out of the box. The glow getting slowly brighter the longer you hold onto it and after a few seconds it starts to blink. The blinking starting off slowly onto to pick up its pace. Also, the rapier is vibrating even more as the blinking continues to speed up. Soon enough it is shaking in your hand and threatening to snap your wrist. Derrick tosses the blade onto his bed as he watches it shake with light and energy. It must have been the box that made it seem non-magical. He kicked up his small shield from beside his bed as he stepped back. Hopefully, the blade wasn't going to destroy his home, but he'd been in worse spots before. With all the magical imports in this town, there wasn't much to surprise him anymore. It swings around wildly in midair then stopping in midair long enough for the blade to point downward. At which point it slams down into the floor boards, cracking one right in half and shaking the entire building from hitting a support beam. The vibration has stopped, the dull green aura now twirling around the sword, the point of origin being the hole it made in the floor. A slight hissing noise coming from the sword as well which is soon followed by a slight wind coming from the sword as well. This continues for a few more seconds, before the wind suddenly picks up speed, soon to be followed by a mini tornado forming around the blade. The dull green light getting more and more brighter, the sword disappearing from the wind and the sharp light. The shutters in your doors blowing open and crap flying everywhere, the mini tornado continues to form around the mysterious sword. Then finally a rather loud pop is heard, the tornado gets blown outwards, the force making you stumble back into the bed even more. The wind dying down soon enough, with the sword suddenly nowhere to be seen! Within the tornado now rests a girl lying on the ground, very much naked and very much asleep, her snoring easily heard once all the racket has died down. You stare in amazement for a while, before you hear plenty of knocking and banging on your door, screams of what in the nine hell is going on in there and why the building felt like it was going to come down! "Two words: cursed booze," he tells the owner of the attic he stayed in quite often. Derrick felt no need to tell the truth. But now he had a problem. He looked at the sleeping woman, so the sword was a woman, or the woman had been cursed to be a sword, or something of equal misfortune was afoot. The hex blade was far from a charity case though. He put his boot in her rump, if she was some sort of crazy caster, then he'd rather deal with it while he was sober, than drunk. "He wakes up, rent's due," he told her giving her backside a small kick. Some more mumbling and some more things about earthquakes and bad booze before the landlord wanders off back downstairs. The snoring continues even with the yelling while it eventually does die off. The swift poke to her rear only makes her moan out, soon enough with the kicking does the trick. Waking her up in short order, slowly sitting up and blinking and rubbing her eyes. Wondering what is going on and where she is, stretching and yawning and finally bothered to look up at you." Ugh... what century is this?"((IOC: Year 1356, based off the creation of a certain light tower off to the east that does some weird shit.)) Taking a look around and seeing the box in the corner that flew there from her transformation. Giving it a stare, mumbling about something or other about evil boxes while standing up and brushing off her ass. Taking a look around." Why is this place such a mess!? Oh, wait... yeah I remember now. Rather hard to tone it down while enjoying a nice deep sleep." "1356", Derrick responds after checking himself. The woman was easy enough on the eyes. At the least it sounded like the landlord was heading away. One of these days he would have to create a false identity and buy out a few new places to live. He looked around as the unseen servant made some progress in fixing the old mess, and now had to fix up a new one." Eitherway, you're humanism now and in my living space, which entitles me to compensation," Derrick repeated. He went through quite a bit of trouble due to his curiosity and the surrounding traps. He wasn't going away empty-handed. "1356!? No wonder you sound so weird!" Pouting out some and mumbling to herself some more about accents. Watching the unseen servant wandering around picking things up and cleaning things here and there. Wondering what he is babbling about, something about compensations?" I'm a very powerful sword mister, isn't that compensation enough? I can't do anything without a wielder, since well I cannot exactly use myself now, can I? You woke me up, and you are quite cute enough I suppose. No reason why I don't see following you around and letting you. Fondle me...." Winking and giggling as she moans out that last part. Taking a look around some more, seeing the mess that had nothing whatsoever to do with her! Walking over and rummaging through crap, looking for something to wear. "I fondle is a lead up to a night with a stable maid Miss Sword", Derrick corrected her as she rummaged through his things. Most of what she would find would be discarded or forgotten clothes of the barmaids, prostitutes, bards, and dancers that added bedded or partied with him. Jerrick Looked down to his own sword, it served him well enough. Then the thought struck him. She couldn't use herself." It sounds like miss sword, that you need somebody to wield you. It sounds like you may be powerful, but only under certain conditions", he inquires walking opposite of her sword. She winked, but he'd hear of sentient weapons having spells and spell like abilities. This might be such the case. Either way, he was not the type to ever face any sort of challenge without his swagger. "I don't have any clue to what your abilities are, and as you can see I have a fine blade, I also happen to know quite a many men who would pay for sword that changed into a petite lass such as yourself," he told her as he watched her pick some clothing. "So enlighten me, because a fondled doesn't sound like much of a bargain," he told her. Rummaging around and throwing stuff all over the place, finally finding a nice green dancers clothes that look interesting and could fit easily enough. Putting them on in short order while listening to you, enjoying his arrogance about things." Well of course you could bed me if you wanted too. If you are my wielder then I don't see any problems with it. I've only had a few centuries to get to know men and women and the fine arts of love making after all. Though sleeping in that evil box for the last 2 centuries doesn't help matters." Taking a look at your sword and making a dismissive sniff at it." Keen scimitar Hamm...? Well that is quite... adorable to say the least. You could very well sell me off if you choose to do so. Who holds me and uses my powers is naught of much concern to me after all. Well of course you wouldn't know what I can do right now as a sword, and that right there is a mystery you will have to find out eventually now will you?" Playing coy just because she can, giggling at how much fun it is to be having a conversation for the first time since forever. Even without her help, it is rather obvious that her sword spell like abilities are wind based. Being able to summon up a tornado just from transforming is a rather neat trick after all. "Sounds like you are a powerful sword, but what are you as a woman," he asks. She could insult his blade. It served him well, and she couldn't change that. Though the idea of bedding something he used to draw blood was somewhat new to him. Yeah, there were some men he knew who managed to rape werewolf slaves. "Or being, basically, I don't know what you're capable of." He walked around the table to pick up her box. He examined it as she dressed. "You were put in this for a reason. I think it's best you don't keep secrets from me. You may be quite all powerful, but I would hope I don't look like the young farmer's son waiting for his first adventure," he told her moving to see if her sheathe was about. "You are a powerful weapon, you have secrets, which means you have an agenda. There is plenty of crazy stuff going on in this city, hell this world. I've made my living keeping out of it. You look like you might just drag me into it." He saunters toward his table as he sees the dress of the woman he left tied to the table adorning her shapely form." I look at you and see an explosive bit of magic. That makes things complicated. Sure you've got a nice body, but what's to keep you from doing something else. I don't like secrets that aren't mine. What is it then, do you eat souls, steal youth, what? Every power and trick has a cost", he grills her a bit. The hex blade lived but getting information and things that others desired. Right now he wanted to make sure this sword wasn't the trouble he felt it was. " I am as you see how I am, a woman in and of herself. Explaining my abilities without you first actually seeing them in action wouldn't do you much justice after all. What I am capable of, after all, depends on who uses me in battle. That is something you will have to experience first hand in order to get the true meaning of a deep connection between man and his sword." Watching him pick up the box, glaring at it some while listening to him talk. "You assume too much. That evil box was actually a present for me from my last master. All that it was for a nice bed for me to sleep in, and oh boy does it do that job well! You can see for yourself just how fluffy and well-designed and comfy feeling it is on the inside! I lost consciousness while sleeping too long in that stupid thing. I'm not going to fall for that again, so that evil thing is quite useless now. My secrets and agenda? What sort of agenda could I have after sleeping for 2 centuries? Everyone I knew is dead from my previous life." Finally finishing dressing, still looking very cute while spinning in place and giggling from how fluffy the dress is. Enjoying this look and talking about wanting to find the tailor who made this to make more styles for her. Raising an eyebrow from the idea that she eats babies." Well it might be a good idea to formally introduce myself. My name is Aria, the Demon Sword of Wind."(knowledge arcane/history if you got one or the other) Memories stirred in the cunning one's mind. The man who taught him the blade came to mind. A chiseled face and scars of two wars stuck out most to Derrick. Before Enriched killed the man, he remembered a story." Boy you fancy a fine sword, but remember so does another. A petty man will kill you for your blade. As a blade is a tool that embodies power. Power is what a man can covet more than any woman or gold, as with enough power both are free to you. Swords of Power that can turn a man into a contender of angels and demons, swords such as these have been forged. A certain type, Demon Swords were forged so that man could fight those that came from the tells were almost as deadly to man as the demons who they were designed to fight. Wars were caught over such blades, and now no-one can lust after them. So when you learn of such blades, do you really fancy taking mine boy?" Jerrick grippedhisscimitar with a smug grin as he relived the moments before his final lesson." Aria, hmm", he mused as he walked about her. "Why does a sword need a master? Is there a limit on this form, as it is an extraordinary ability for a blade. I realize as a sword you may have great power. I'm just not the sort who goes filling with things he doesn't understand. Doing that gets one a nice room with a dirt view, and I plan to see plenty of sky before I'm killed." He ordered his unseen servant to clean up more around the table. He appraised her looks, the dress hung a bit loose, though Aria did have a dancer's body. She was wearing clothes, so perhaps she wasn't an illusion after all. "Aww... well that is just too bad. You do look cute and powerful enough I suppose. It is awfully ungentlemanly of you to just kick me out after everything we have been through. Don't you recall all of those wonderful adventures we had together, especially the one where we went through the ruins of Akbar?"(Know History)Aria watches the unseen servant go about its duties, finding that rather tedious to watch. Going off into another corner where shit got blew into, rummaging around in there to see if there is anything interesting. Finding one of your many stashed away money bags, 50 GP worth."Oh, wow! Someone just left some money here in this pile of crap!" Powerful sword or not, Derrick had a few rules that he did not allow to be broken. Stealing from him was one of those rules. His greed and territorial behavior go the best of his judgment. It wasn't a big cache of loot, but it washes." Some one did leave that bag of money there, and for a reason too," Derrick said taking Aria's hand. And bringing it crossed her waist. A good way to keep somebody from turning on you or from drawing a sword. His gray eyes did not look one bit amused. His grip was certainly not impressed with her antics." Two things Aria, I'm no gentleman and nobody takes from me", he growled. "Ooh... someone did leave it here! I do hope we could find that nice fellow and give him back his money!" Smiling and enjoying her antics as you grab her waist and force her to hand over the small bag of gold. Not that concerned about money since such materialistic necessities are beneath her in the first place." Oh, you are the person who left the gold? So you can buy me some more dresses! It is only proper and gentlemanly of you to make sure that I am very dressed after all." Waiting for you to let go of her wrist before rummaging around for more clothes or money that got flown into various piles and corners of the room. Not finding anything else that is interesting in the meanwhile." Geez, whoever lives here sure needs a ladies touch in decoration." Gritting his teeth as the sword-girl went through his things. Derrick had his fuse lit, and so he went to put an end to the source of trouble. He grabbed a belt and some rope from the piles that her entrance had made. As she went through his things he grabbed her shoulders and then tripped her over his leg." Remember that part about not being a gentleman," he told her as he fastened her ankles together with the leather. "Being that you're a sword and might not know better, I'll take some time to educate you." Jerrick's anger overrode his professional caution. The platinum gray haired man was going to bind this sword, then teach her about cause and effect. Waving her ass in the air while rummaging around a new pile of crap. Getting quite surprised as you grab her and make her fall over. "Whoa! If you want me on my back you could have just asked!" Watching you in turn and belting her ankles together, not putting up any resistance to this at all." Can you make this tighter? If you are going to tie me up, at least do a good job about it." "Fine by me", Derrick growled. The sword was going to be trouble. Taking his time the miscreant tied her ankles together. Starting at her heels and then ending at her knees, he figures after and lashed her feet together. Next he drew her hands behind he and tied the wrists independently of each other. After wrapping the surrounding rope avast oaf over the back of her head, the rope was brought back around and wrapped tightly over her crossed forearms. Finally, he drew out a bandana and put it over her mouth. Her tied it off over her and then tossed her over by a pile of clothes. His curiosity and caution were replaced by frustration. He got up and exited his hideaway. He'd hit the library or harass a wizard or two. There had to be somebody he could sell that know it all bitch to without it biting him in the ass. You leave Aria to her own devices, seeming to enjoy herself while gagged and laying on the floor. Leaving her there to head on over to your local and highly legal library of totally not stolen books and other sorts of artifacts. Bribing the lady at the counter as she gives you a playful wink, as the building itself is just two stories of various books and random knickknacks. You can wander in some more and see a couple using the silence to partake in some extra special book learning, using a table and chair to rather new heights of depravity. After a lengthy search nothing concrete comes up in terms of anything to do with demon swords. A book of that importance would be rented out if you were to ask the desk lady. More importantly, there does seem to be more and more patrons to the library then there were just a few hours ago. All quite hooded and standing around in random places, not looking suspicious whatsoever. Derrick seeks out a librarian to inquire who my have the book that he is interested in. wizards can often be persuaded to share knowledge with the right trick. While he goes about the library though, he makes notes of the hooded individuals.((need more specific info before deciding what to do. Any checks I can roll, Perception, Knowledge Local, Sense Motive?)) (Exactly, you need to be proactive with your rolls, I'm not going to tell you what to roll all the time at any time. It is entirely up to you to be suspicious or not, after all. Going to wait and see what you roll with spot listen and sense motive for the time being.) ((Perception 23))((Sense Motive 29))((Knowledge Local 19))"I was wondering, do you know anything about Sage lore or Have any records of old monarchs," Derrick asks the librarian, as he is unsafe of getting his questions answered. Mostly he is delaying time to get a better look at the hoods in the library. Something was feeling off, and he wanted at least a head count, be for he could be sure he needed to start shaving stray ends. Fighting around books was interesting, one never knew when he was going to find a wizard. "Oh well, I suppose there are some books in this library about old monarchs. We get such a variety of books coming and going that it is difficult to get an accurate reading." Being in such a library of well respect and shadowy retailers, that would be appropriate. Don't want to leave around any obvious paper trail now would we? Meanwhile, the hooded figures are busying trying their hardest to not look like they are lurking. Most of which are reading books of various natures and other such nonsense inside the building. They did seem to forget that they are all dressing the same, and that does present problems. If you bothered to count there maybe around 6 of them of various fleshy bits, that you can see. Besides that the Librarian lady just smiles and wonders when she can get back to her nap. ((Roll a bluff of 20 to pretend they have not been noticed))((Roll a bluff of 12 to stride out like there is a book of interest in 5 feet from the the nearest one.)) Jerrick nods and then heads away from the elder librarian. Looking about he makes it look like he checked a not he had written and walk toward the most isolated looking hood. The swordsman feigned interest in a book on the shelf looking to be a history of something or another. He got a close as he could and then made use of his speed.(Sleight of hand check to quickly and covertly draw two daggers. 15, even if they see me, I'm using this to "fake quick-draw")Deftly drawing darkened Damascus, Derrick stepped quickly to his surveyor and put a dagger in his back. "And what are you interested in learning about me", he asks, concealing his second dagger from sight.((Sleight of hand 20 or bluff 26))((native roll of 23, in case I don't get the surprise round) The man perks up quite a bit with the knife to his back. Not really seeming to be annoyed, just more attentive at this sudden change of events. Wondering how he could see past their expertly disguised selves. Also finding this question of his to be just as rude as the knife to the back." You know damn well that you stole some 'exotic' literature from a shipment a few weeks back, you scoundrel. We were only interested in learning about a certain amount of there being hopefully some retrieval of our goods." It does ring a bell, about some sort of 'exotic' books you managed to loot offhand when you were busy with another job, a few weeks or so back. Very well done nude magazines and the sort that should belong to this library if you were to ever feel generous about literature and how knowledge should belong to the masses.

A Sword to Remember(NicciKotor & Genbu83)|rating:2.0

Tothaza the cursed city OOC (accepting)

Link to the game thread Total the cursed city mood setting storyXNote: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content The darkness was completely suffocating, the girl ran through the street, her bare feet slapping on the cold cobbled street, she held her dress up around her waist something was wrapped up within it. Behind her an amber glow grew closer and brighter she turned down winding lanes between building crumbling and burnt out, blackened timbers rising up from the debris like jagged teeth, still smoldering. Shadows moved swiftly in the darkness, wide eyes peered at her silently hiding. She ran breathlessly panic on her face, the glow drew closer still, angry voices followed it. The young girl turned another corner, her dirty blonde hair falling out from her gray grubby hood. Then her foot slipped in something wet and greasy, something that could just be made out in the gloom as red. She slipped sideways as her legs flew out from beneath her, and rolled scratching her elbows and knees, her dress flailing open, and the precious cargo that she carried so tightly, being strewn across the floor, apples and pears and other wormy rotten fruit rolled everywhere. "No" she cried out and began to frantically gather the food. The glow and noises were at the end of the lane now, faces grimacing in hate, men, women holding torches rushing towards her. The girl managed to somehow collect most of the fruit, and was about to stand, but she looked up. Surrounding her those angry faces teeth barred, one maliciously smiling drawing closer and closer their faces taking on inhuman features in the flickering of the flames. The people around her snapped at each other like feral dogs, their filthy hands, and unkept nails reaching for her. She closed her eyes, and tried to remember the past, the grass, and even the wind. She could almost feel the heat of the suns' warmth, warmer and warmer, and a light breeze on her hair, or was it the flames and someone behind her breathing on her neck? Hands grabbed at her. Somewhere within the city, a blood-curdling scream filled the air. Total the beacon city of Monica, now a prison... Total until recently was a great city, a beacon to the realm of Monica, and the rest of the world. Full of races and creatures from across the known world. But now it is trapped, and everyone in it, in perpetual night. Full of creepy, sinister creatures stalking through the streets. You will be thrust into this den of madness and despair. And will have somehow survived the initial chaos. Characters can be extremely varied, Total is a melting pot of all types of peoples and creatures, humans, elves, vampires, warlocks, (and pandas, never say no, to panda) humanoid races all over Monica. It is up to you whether you struggle to find a way out of the city, if you do decide that you don't wish to die in the dark and cold, then you may want to find fellow people that wish to escape, or hunt down those that may have the key to, escape. Rules and guidelines Rules and guidelinesXNote: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content All Kenosha rules... God modding, an obvious no no... Almost all races and character types you can think of will be welcome, I'll decide if anything is too crazy, a robot from the future may push it too far, perhaps. All relationships will be cool And importantly there are possible endings to this role-play You may need to check your profile against the background of the world, so that your character fits in. Pm me your profiles please for confirmation Post here for any questions, more the better... The gold rewards (bribes) are as follows. 100 gold for the first five people to achieve their goal/s. 300 gold for the first person to escape. 200. Gold for one person for being an overall good role player. These are just something to act like candy, a little treat. There will be some private messaging as their may be secret or hidden information you find out, whether, or how you put this in your posts is up to you. Feel free to pm each other if need be, just keep things for your character. Everyone is pretty busy at the moment, so no one is going to mind a moderate pace of posting, as long as you try to keep it going, that should be cool, if you know you are going to be away for a long time, then please pm me or post in IOC to let us know, you may want us to god you, so let us know your general ideas. If someone is gone for a long time without any contact, we may god you, especially if your character is in a vital position. In regard to posting, I don't need you to mess around changing the color of you speaking text, (I am still on tablet, and it is so filly and laborious) you may change the whole wall or simply state the name of the character at the top of the pits and color that text in. For example Quote: David He picked out the smoothest stone in his hand and placed it in his swing, felling the sturdy leather in his hand....as he let the stone fly he shouted" die you overinflated giant" Preferably not in eye straining colors such as cyan or lemony if you are doing lots of text or a whole wall Use this as a guide for your profile. Remember the N.P. Cs etc... Can be played if you want them, but they must have characters so no killing them off until allowed, and you will be privy to secret info! Quote: Character name: Username: Appearance:(pictures don't have to be accurate, but as close as possible. Pm me if you need help, hunting any down, if you are giving a description only, then please be as detailed as possible.) Age Alliance:good, bad or neutral. Are you a Karl invader or council soldier, mercenary, civilian or something else? If you don't wish to reveal your true allegiance just put neutral. Personality Background and history: Special powers/abilities: (please no Uber crazy powers) Any equipment: (items, pets or familiars etc...) Background and history of Total, and the Monica statebackgroundXNote: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content The state of Monica, has been at war with an invading empire from across the endless ocean, the Karl's the people of Monica call them, they have attacked Monica for almost half a century now, slowly invading further and further in land pillaging more and more cities. The council of sorcerers that rule the state have struggled to repel the threats. The Karl's seemingly to come from different directions, have different tactics and weapons each time, some almost tribe like with wooden spears and skin shields, others fully armored warriors on horseback, and even arriving in strange ships with smoke billowing from them, and using strange sticks that shoot flame and metal balls that tear through armor and skin. They appear to have no leadership, just the urge to attack and pillage the cities, rarely targeting the same place twice. In each major city stands a tower, where the sorcerers direct their authority from, and practice their secretive and strange practices. The greatest of the towers lies within the center of Total, the greatest city of Monica, although not the capital city, it had become the most divers of all Monica, and was well known to be the place where the council were going to defeat the Karl's once and for all. How they would do this was speculation, some people thought they were raising a great army, others a new weapon or magic to defend against the Karl's others thought a great warrior was waiting to lead them to victory. None would probably find out the truth now... A week and three days ago the Karl's attacked, they must have landed on a deserted coastline, and made their way to Monica, although miles inland they had not been seen or detected by any council forces. They attacked the city, murdering burning and taking no prisoners. Eventually working their way into the center of the city and almost into the tower. Just as they did darkness fell onto the city. The sky darkened almost blocking out all the light, a field of shadows had engulfed the entire city, nothing living could penetrate. The Karl's forces were cut in two, those outside and those inside. Object could be thrown through the strange wall but no creatures could make it. The council forces put up a valiant fight the first two days, but many citizens had changed with the appearance of the darkness, turning mad, attacking and killing with no meaning. Karl's, the council forces, and normal people found themselves fighting against former comrades and crazed people from within the city. Chaos soon reigned after this, food quickly ran low, mobs battling over scraps, and people hiding in the darkness from the crazed ones. The city began to burn, and unchecked the fires now give the most light to the cut-off metropolis. The temples seemed somehow to be a haven from the crazed mobs, not being able to enter across the threshold, but not from the raiding Karl's or council forces looking for sanctuary or supplies. They burned like the rest. The last one standing is the temple to Prometheus, who in Monica is a god of empowerment, he gives second chances to those who need them, and gives retribution to those that deserve it. You will be thrust into this den of madness and despair. And will have somehow survived the initial chaos. Characters can be extremely varied, Total is a melting pot of all types of peoples and creatures, humans, elves, vampires, warlocks, humanoid races all over Monica. It is up to you whether you struggle to find a way out of the city, if you do decide that you don't wish to die in the dark and cold, then you may want to find fellow people that wish to escape, or hunt down those that may have the metaphorical key. N.P.C's and special must have characters [note] accepted profiles, will now be posted in the game thread first and eventually placed her too! Just prioritizing the game thread, so people can quickly reference the characters more easily Callahan Elects, special character, played by...Note: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content Character name: Callahan Elects Username: currently BrotherOfDarkness Appearance: as a preacher he wears a brown course hooded cloak, he is always dressed quite humble, with plain wool shirt underneath. Despite expectations, he has an athletic physique, although the cloak is thick he holds himself very confidently that gives away his stature. He has a strong squared jaw, and warm attractive features despite several scars that look like crackling lightning, one his left side of his face, that have a faint green hue to them. His hair is an earthy light brown, never styled but kept short. His eyes are a light brown to match his hair but a marble green center making them very piercing yet friendly. He has light laughter lines of someone that used to smile a lot, but now it seems he's mouth has turned sullen and sad. Age: 27 Alliance: good, former council soldier. Now priest of Prometheus. Cares for sick and vulnerable. Personality: Is a warm and passionate person, always balanced in his opinions and careful in his choice of words. He is purposely generous and selfless. He does have moments where his emotions build up, and fights hard to suppress those feelings. Furthermore, he's mind is always ticking over, with some thoughts or other, and rarely rests or lets himself relax. Background and history: he was a former council soldier he joined at thirteen, and saw many battles, he became a sear gent. And was decorated for his ruthlessness and bravery, always leading the way, and protecting his men. He became popular with the soldiers, and higher lords as someone that could get the task done. However, four years ago he was attacking a Karl encampment, and they were ordered to take no prisoners. But the Karl's had brought their families including women and children. Kiel refused to attack, and struck his superior. In light of his service, and the fact if he was executed would have probably caused a revolt amongst the troops. He was sent to the dungeons beneath the Total tower for a year when he suffered brutal torture. He was released by a former general who favored him. Kiel joined the priesthood, after finding faith during his imprisonment. Special powers/abilities: has seemed to become a favorite of the gods with his prayers on several occasions seemingly being answered. Once when the shadow came down, to protect the people within his church who wished for sanctuary. And then for light, since then the flames alight upon the torches that line the walls of the temple have not yet died out despite not being replaced. Any equipment: has now in his possession a glowing sword! He possesses various herbs for healing and incenses for prayer He still has his chain mail armor, and helm with two, silver hands clasping a sphere upon it, a symbol of the council Recon, special character, played by...Note: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content Character name: Recon Username: currently BrotherOfDarkness Appearance: Age unknown Alliance: neutral Personality is ruthless in his acts, and been merciless against those against him, but his actions seem to protect those that appear innocent not much is known Background and history: unknown appeared only when the shadow fell, and is found roaming the darkest streets. Special powers/abilities: unknown supernatural abilities, is able to kill with ease usually in a particularly dramatic fashion, and has supernatural strength. Any equipment: Altar Clausius Note: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content Character name: Altar Clausius Username: currently BrotherOfDarkness Appearance: Age unknown Alliance: a council Mage, one of the senior mages on Total Personality very direct, and to the point. Is known to be stern, and sensible. There are rumors that he has always been power crazed trying to get above his station. Background and history: little is known, but many mages are taken in at a young age when they show magical abilities, and the general workers are taken in from orphanages, this leaves very few child beggars to pester citizens. Many of the council keep in touch with their families, it appears Altar either does not, or he was one of the many taken from orphanages. Special powers/abilities: his armor given to him allows him to radiate blue lightning from himself, he also has a certain amount of pre cognitive ability Any equipment: wears ornate and magical armor, and staff. Accepted profiles Leila Ragnarök, played by SadrainXNote: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content Character name: Leila Ragnarök (assumed name, not real one) Username: Sad rain Appearance: Outfit, hairstyle wing and jewelry reference Skin, hair and eye color reference (Both are pictures of her, just different phases of life and for this game I sort of have to combine both as 2nd phase currently has no medievalist clothing picture) Age: Early 20s, doesn't say how old exactly Alliance: Neutral, more or less doing things for her own sake only, but not likely to go out of her way to cause harm to someone, unless has found particular dislike for someone Personality: Leila is... complex. Perhaps easiest way to describe her would be cold, arrogant, needlessly cruel and even selfish. That is how she can perceive and indeed, it's all there. But in truth, it is more of a fortress above dungeons where broken mind and soul is chained. She has certain kindness in her, although it most likely would be only shown towards animals and small children, especially girls. People who harm either are automatically blacklisted in her book (and that's not a good place to be). Although always playing it cool and avoiding displaying any emotions, this girl is in fact very emotional, prone to mood swings, sudden surges of anger or slipping into hopeless depression. One emotion out of this range is happiness. All of that will most likely swirl behind a still expression or even smirk. Generally, intelligent and well-read realist, quick and logical thinker, creative both in battle and survival related things as well in arts. Leila's certainly also somewhat prideful, defiant and even stubborn. When having a goal last trait shifts into steely determination. Background and history: There is nearly no chance that she would ever share her story with anyone, but most of it has been soaked in tears, blood and suffering - hers and that of other's. Finally, with certain things out of her way (such as revenge), Leila left her homeland on a long travel, perhaps in attempt to run away from her past and herself, although she would never call it like that. Her life lacks a central point to turn around right now. For many years, there has been one, and now she's slightly lost without it and in search for one. In the meantime, she tends to challenge herself and others, testing her limits and playing with death. Perhaps, here in a foreign land and war that meant nothing to her until the unfortunate trapping of Total she will find either a reason to live or peace in death. Special powers/abilities: There are reasons to doubt she is fully human, although shadow folk are rarely, if ever heard of (especially around these parts). But speculations aside, her abilities simplified down are and revolve all around darkness and shadows. She is able to become one with them and later recreate herself, gaining ability to slightly shape-shift and heal, materialize darkness at her bidding (mostly used to create wings, sometimes weapons). However, both shape-shifting and healing are dangerous as she attempts to change the written 'data' of her self and there may be unexpected, even lethal side effects. Besides that, she has night vision and what she calls shadow folk do her bidding like faithful servants. They, too, can materialize and do physical harm, but in most cases, they are used as spies and the distance between them and their Mistress is limited for this task. What has been taught to her are her fighting skills, martial and with various weapons? She has also excelled in things related to alchemy and along with martial training has learned to lock herself in a secluded spot in her mind, ignoring pain and emotions. Therefor, she can resist going unconscious, physical suffering (like torturing) for much longer than others. Weaknesses: Leila is attracted and even lured in by darkness although until shadows fell over Total, she had little knowledge of this and now must resist the calling of the dark trap. With her sometimes depressed feelings, it can be rather hard at times... What advantages she has in her small size, speed, reflexes and agility she certainly lacks in strength. Although strong compared to other woman of her stature, she would be no match for a burly man in this aspect. Hiding her emotions that are more like raging sea than a calm lake often backlashes to herself and others. Her focus can be broken because of this, although her 'safe-room' is quite emotion-proof, in most cases. Light weakens her powers, although for that to take particularly strong effect, it should be natural, not artificial light, such as man-made fire, candle or battery. Any equipment: Crossbow, poisoned and regular arrows, various knives, rope and hook, coin purse (rather full), some vials with healing potions and poisons, bandages. Pouch of herbs and powders of various qualities. One layer of clothes and some dried foods in the backpack. Well hidden in a 'shadow pocket' inside the said backpack is her diary and few pens, a rather foreign item to Total (perhaps) and ink bottle. Some of the bigger things Leila usually stashes somewhere safe for sake of mobility if she has to stay put in some place, which means she would have to retrieve them when needed. Such things are: transportable alchemist kit, more alchemical ingredients, sleeping bag, necessities for hygiene and such, small stash of food and extra clothes. Loren Fitzroy, played by SadrainXNote: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content Character name: Loren Fitzroy Username: Sad rain Appearance: Picture 1, Picture 2, Picture 3 He is a very tall man, standing at 6 feet and 9 inches. Fittingly, his form is rather impressive, although not overly muscled. His hair, similar to his wings, is silvery white and, in fact, seems to be soft feathers as well. The small beard he has is black, though. In contrast, the man's skin is dark, as if well tanned. His eyes are very dark violet-blue. Loren's expressions are soft, but usually sad. His face consists of sharp angles and consistent straight lines, even his eyebrows are arched and sharp. The wingspan is wide, and even when bent and tucked, they are quite noticeable - and heavy. With help of his powers, he can disguise them, but despite that, wings often get him in trouble. As he flies, the shimmering feather seems to create a music of sorts, a tune, although it could be only an illusion. Age: Supposedly 24, actual age unknown Alliance: Good, on very rare occasions might choose to remain neutral Personality: Although friendly and kind, Loren does not let many really close to him and remains distanced in a sense that attracts many (especially women). He is rather independent, he won't even speak, when not in the mood. However, being kind at heart, makes him chose to help in most cases and usually, he is also rather talkative and open. Very reliable person. His morale and truthfulness falls in just one point - and that is lying. Although certainly not a hardcore liar, Loren won't avoid a small lie when needed. However, he will not deceive about his feelings, such as saying "I love you", if he does not mean it. He dislikes argues, but despite all these peaceful traits, he is by no means naive. Quite the opposite, actually. He is very artistic. Loves music, poetry, stories, arts - anything that can be created. Talented musician, fluent in 10 languages, he translates poems and stories, spreading them further. As well as writes them him self. Music notes is another thing he has mastered gracefully. Great at singing, of course. It is one side of his intelligence and wisdom, but they reach in many other spheres of life as well, such as psychology. Loren is perceived as very charming, if a little strange. His gentlemanly nature is often perceived as flirting, but it's just the way he treats everyone, when in correct mood. Background and history: Little to nothing is known of his past, but he doesn't mind sharing few stories. In short, he wanders from one place to another, spreading his music, stories and inspiring people to be better, kinder. He attempts to influence events for a better outcome and because of that, ended up in Monica, then Total that is now under darkness' siege... He still aspires to help and bring hope to the people there. Special powers/abilities: His large wings take him in flight with ease, although flying large distances takes a good deal of energy, but perhaps less than walking (for him). Has ability to create illusions with sounds, like his voice or music. The illusions vary in strength, from just making you think you smell something nice to one that makes you feel like you're drowning so believably you actually suffocate. Not once has Loren used his magic to take someone's life, however, and does not plan to. He is actually very talented musician and does not need magic to create emotions in his listeners. The winged man has a knack for finding music for each and every person, though, just what they need then (whether they realize it or not). Similarly, the stories he spins entice and draw in, they are rather unpredictable and philosophical without being of the know-it-all sort. It is unclear if he has affinity with wind element, but it is possible, and he has been seen to affect weather with his music, like making wind chase clouds away. All supposed displays of this magic have been very minor, however. Any equipment: He travels very lightly, just a bigger bag with one spare cloth set, something alike first aid kit, coin purse (fullness depends on how well some of his performances have gone, currently on the empty side since in the war torn world, everything's most likely expensive), some food, and his most prized possession - the music instrument collection that consists of pan pipe, Egyptian flute, double flute. Also has set of two knives, one of them is rather long and good in fights. Nuru, played by XaviXNote: Your scripts are turned off. Hover over this section to reveal content Name: Guru Hero Zuri Name Meaning: Filled with Light, fierce, and handsome Username: Xavi Appearance: Guru has an unusual look to him, mainly because he's not quite what one would label… human. In fact, Guru is of animal linage. He's a cheetah, through and through. Only, as noted, he can stand on two legs and can talk. This, of course, notes that he is of the Costume race. Costumes are, as the name suggestions, cheetah-humans. Much like a human, Guru wears clothes. He is always seen wearing his faded red scarf, and he opts to cover his "junk" with black pants that are torn off at the bottom. Belts and straps keep his blade holstered to his hip and his quiver of arrows strapped to his back. His paws (feet) are left naked as shoes feel weird against his paw padding. The remainder of his body is covered in golden, cheetah-fur. His large, yellow eyes are focused and experience and his ears as constantly on the alert for danger or calls. A long, tail juts from his spinal cord just above the hips, which aids him in his running at extreme speeds. Age: Mid to late twenties (about twenty-six or twenty-seven) Alliance: Mercenary that fights on the side of justice, his sense of righteousness. Personality: Guru is kind by nature but fierce by choice. In a world of desolation and destruction, the cat-man was forced to change who he was to survive. The sweet little bloke that once brought smiles to the faces of his clan vanished. Born a hunter and a tracker, his skills became optimal for people who sought to hunt down others. He began as a mercenary at a young age and, only recently, decided to change his alliance from that of evil and self-greed. His arrows now fly free for justice and compassion. Never again does he want to kill to help line someone's pocket. Guru's trying to rekindle his playful, kind personality. It's a slow change, but Guru knows that in a world of darkness, only the light will stand brighter than the rest. He wants to break from the darkness and lead the way to a shining, bright future. Background and History:Growing up in a very close family, Guru was blessed with being surrounded by his Wildman-like kin. He was the seventh born to his parents and Guru has a pair of twin sisters born a year younger than he. The Costume species lives in a pride, much like lions, which is how Guru was raised. He and his family lived on the flatlands, but took shelter in the caves nearby the mountain range. Traveling into the city about five times a year, Guru's family would do their best to always bring the kids so that they could learn about the other races. Although living in a semi-isolated world his whole life, Guru was tossed into a public school where he learned and played alongside other races, most of which were animal-infused races like his own. By the time he was sixteen, he was taken under the wing of his father and his dad's partner (Wolfman) where he learned how to become a "real man," or at least one that could hunt and protect his family. Darkness had yet to really shake the Costume from their roots. But then that day of darkness came. Everything and everyone was lost. Only Wolfman, his father's partner, survived along with Guru. Wolfman did the only thing he could -- he sold him. Guru, although heartbroken, knew Wolfman needed the money to travel across the land to find his northern brother. Guru, now the slave of some wealthy humans, was enrolled in an army to serve the lord of the land. Serving for three years (until he was 20), Guru eventually broke away with a band of humans to join the Sobs (the Society of Bounty Hunters). It wasn't until four years later than he became a mercenary for hire, and he served a dark overlord. Recently, though, Guru decided he couldn't take blood and line his lord's pockets. Blessed to leave from the lord's wife, Guru set out to find his own freedom and path toward justice. He's a lone traveler, but he's rarely seen. He would rather be a ghost than a player at this point. Special Powers: Guru is a cheetah, so speed is his specialty. He's also a feline, so his senses are very heightened. He's nimble and composed, but can easily be distracted by warmth and yarn. As a born hunter and catcher, Guru knows all the tricks and can practically vanish, much like a cat can. He's very knowledgeable and knows what flora and fauna to avoid. Being a cat, his constitution is strong, which allows him to take on his fair share of poisonous foes. Equipment: Equipped with a bow and quiver of arrows, Guru specializes in long-range battle. However, don't let that fool you into thinking he can't bring a fight to you. His teeth are razor sharp, as are his claws. He carries a small blade on his left hip on the off chance he needs to throw it. A ball of yarn is the only other thing Guru carries on his person. Okay want to make sure who's really interested, and if there are any questions, comments or criticisms before I post up role play thread. Special invites:People requested by 'special invite'PrincessKasumi:p o p p e t ♥:Phoenixes:sad rain:Ravine:Shania583:I know, you guys are really busy but here is an invitation anyway... Wyrmskyld: I'd appreciate your feedback, as I have seen how much work you can put into a role-play! Mythos:long cat:Cora:Ethos:Cheap: sorry slow getting you pinged I thought I had done! Special thanks:Sad rain Is... is that glowing sword a lightsaber per chance? *mischievous grin*Also, I hope that's okay to post here now. :) Quote: Originally Posted by sad rain Is... is that glowing sword a lightsaber per chance? *mischievous grin* Also, I hope that's okay to post here now. :) Lol, I can't believe I didn't think that! I really can't believe I didn't see the connection... No, just a very funny coincidence! As it was a pic of a Jedi originally, couldn't find a hooded monk or priest that didn't look feeble or evil! And I can't draw anything myself at the moment as have absolutely no equipment And yer it's cool to post, once things are nailed down I'll create the RP thread and create a link x Haha! Sometimes it takes a bystander to notice simple connections. That would actually be interesting, I mean, is there more special and in a sense, magical sword than lightsaber out there? In any case, it's fine, looks good and fitting the character!EDIT:Ravine:Shania583:PrincessKasumi:Pinging people that showed interest about the group. :) So perhaps they can plan their characters and what not. The more I think about this, the more excited I get. This has potential to spin a whole series of RP's afterward, the duos or bigger groups continuing adventures together or meeting up after years, one on ones with possible other players taking cameos and so on. ’D I haven't been Ring lately so I won't join this yet. Once Christmas is over I should be able to RP again! ’D And join this possibly~ Alright, I'm not sure when this will go live anyway. :) So, you just know which thread to check in on. ^^ Okay just waiting on some responses from people, and for everyone to get their prezzies before starting soon EEP! I'm behind on this. Gotta make my kitty man. O. O I should come up with a name first. For now, call him Sir Fuzzy. XD Quote: Originally Posted by Ravine EEP! I'm behind on this. Gotta make my kitty man. O. O I should come up with a name first. For now, call him Sir Fuzzy. XD How about Trisha Eberle good pics of cheetah style warriors.... Lots of naked females though hmm lol that's the internet for you. But sir fuzzy is good lol I opted for Guru Zuri~! I wanted an African name since cheetahs are often found in Africa. ^_^ ---------- Post added 12-23-2013 at 10:56 AM ---------- Also, let me know if I need to add/edit anything~! I wonder if anyone can take seriously someone who calls themselves Sir Fuzzy. But that would be good social experiment.EDIT: Never mind! Sir Fuzzy can be his nickname. XD ---------- Post added 12-23-2013 at 11:01 AM ---------- Also, I see Leila and Guru getting along just fine. They are similar but very different. It'll be fun to see them interact. ’D ---------- Post added 12-23-2013 at 11:03 AM ---------- Oh snap, Guru will probably get along with Loren, too. ’D Leila getting along with anyone would be a first. But, who knows, as RP progresses, they just might! In any case, it'll be interesting to see them interact!Am I looking forward to seeing Guru's profile! I think they would have that silent oath of friendship about them. Guru wouldn't want to upset her, but he would respect her for her skills and talents. And he certainly wouldn't hate her, unless she shifted toward the side of evil and darkness. XP She's usually sarcastic and mean, when she opens her mouth, but perhaps they could come to a mutual and silent respect-each-other's-skill agreement. That isn't so far from a kind of friendship for her. Besides, she's in transforming phase right now, perhaps more silent than mean, it could work out. Hah, I can imagine her calling him fuzzball. =_= ---------- Post added 12-23-2013 at 06:46 PM ---------- Hey, I never got the ping to this thread that you edited in recently, so perhaps other people won't either, just saying. Although me and pings don't always get along and either from mine or your ping Princess Kashmir and Ravine did arrive. Oh, I'll put my iPad on charge and re ping people, and get back on here to chat to you guys ---------- Post added 12-23-2013 at 04:53 PM ---------- @sadrain let me know if that worked? And that worked like a charm. :) When I was first pinged over here, it was thanks to you, Sad rain :) ^^ Glad I got your attention to here, then. Well, now BrotherOfDarkness' ping works, too, so that should be settled. Alright I'll join up ;3 Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessKasumi Alright I'll join up ;3 Coolies ---------- Post added 12-23-2013 at 09:50 PM ---------- Here's a link to the game thread (also at the top, of this thread) Too many pings for you, eh? TDI don't think we're quite set up yet anyway.EDIT: Never mind, we are! ---------- Post added 12-23-2013 at 11:53 PM ---------- Gotta eat, then might make a post, but if I should let you go first, BrotherOfDarkness, let me know. :) Well we are good to go, there is just a bit of tidying up of the layout in the threads, but I can do that bit by bit, (I so far have been able to get on every day since being on Kenosha, even if only for half hour at a time) there is enough of us to start anyhow's, and others can join quite easily as we go will have a 'story so far' section, so people can catch up quite easily. The only thing I can think that I haven't covered very well are the Karl's and the crazy people The Karl's are the invading force, they are a strange mix of armies, from steampunk style armies, to well-trained armored men at arms and knights, the typical medieval force, all the way to people running around in animal skins with pointy wooden sticks. No one knows their motivation yet, or how they all operate considering they are all so different, but they come from across the ocean. The council forces consist of medieval equipped soldiers with leaders, or specialists amongst them that are knowledge in magics. The crazies, are people from the citizen of Total, from the Karl's and the council that have all gone mad, they gang together and fight anyone regardless, sometimes rival groups. So Karl's and the council forces may fight each other, or find themselves fighting against the crazies! There maybe other terrors lurking in the dark too?? Things have got a bit messed up, and weird out there, and as some of you guys have said this could be redone in the future or developed so don't mind you using your imaginations, you have all got great ones hence why I invited you all especially. You have summoned me?!! Now I'm tempted to make someone of 'evil/Karl' side. =.=Thanks for extra info, will be helpful in making the post! And aw, thanks, BrotherOfDarkness! I'll try not to fail the expectations. :) Quote: Originally Posted by Ethos You have summoned me?!! I call to the gods of the World Wide Web and the Deities of Kenosha * does a dance around a fire, burns some instance! And sacrifices a stuffed animal*I summon the great ethos, and your character creating skills! Phaelan is a cool character and all you guys in Abarth have made great characters and posts, so, wanted to see if you would be interested in this? Even if not feedback would be great? Looks interesting... but I'm way overwhelmed with stuff until after the holidays... we'll see what happens then! Not the stuffed animal! Also, Ethos, you gorgeous being, you! Quote: Originally Posted by Wyrmskyld Looks interesting... but I'm way overwhelmed with stuff until after the holidays... we'll see what happens then! Yer I'm being really lucky, that I have been able to get so much time, my work panned out very well, and things have fell into place, I'm probably speaking too soon though! But I'm well aware, and understand so many people are so busy currently, but that's to be expected. But any time taken even to say you're too busy to RP is appreciated nonetheless. If anything, at least few posts in RP make it seem like I have gold income on Men. At least if you write like I do. Probably not this week because I'll be busy with the event, but I'll try to join this next week ^.^ Maybe able to get a post in today I should post. B| Well, you can do when you feel like you have the right idea and all, but sometimes they come when you sit down and start writing. ---------- Post added 12-27-2013 at 12:11 AM ---------- Did I really just start small local fire? Yes, yes I did. Let me know if I went overboard with that.... Let's hope there are means to stop it, shall we? Nuru is left hanging for other characters to help him out or something, Leila perhaps disappears from the scene for a while. Got the post in, but want to do an intro for Altar too, he will be in the central tower trying to work out exactly what has happened. But have stayed over my sister in laws after the car died as she lives around the corner from my work, so best be sociable! Will get the next post up tomorrow, but it may be a good 15–20 hours before I do! Going to try to see if we can get maybe one or two more in on this? That's okay. :) We can wait. Or I can. It's better be slow, but steadily going, you know? As long as I didn't go overboard, I'm okay with everything, haha. Quote: Originally Posted by sad rain That's okay. :) We can wait. Or I can. It's better be slow, but steadily going, you know? As long as I didn't go overboard, I'm okay with everything, haha. I don't see how you went over board x don't worry. I'm going picture surfer right now (:Can I be a dragon? A dragon shifter or just dragon? *curious* Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessKasumi I'm going picture surfer right now (: Can I be a dragon? That'd be cool, as long as it was in context, if you are an intelligent dragon that lived peacefully within the city beforehand, or something that has been manifested since the shadow came down, (if that's the case pm me) or a dragon brought by the raiders perhaps (again pm me) if it can fit in that's cool, but what are you leaning towards the good, bad oruglyneutral? ---------- Post added 12-30-2013 at 09:06 AM ---------- I've finished work now, and have my car sorted, so no more waiting for recovery to come fix it late at night in the cold and rain! So will get posting in all the rps Good to hear about the car and posting. :) Have posted, don't want to post too quick, so we can hold back the progression of the story to let others join. But I will put that 'story so far' section in to let others know YAY! And it's okay, Guru's just hanging around (literally) until other join~! Hm, I'll get around replying later tonight.EDIT: Happy New Year to all! :) Neutral :D I must be persuaded! Quote: Originally Posted by sad rain A dragon shifter or just dragon? *curious* nah I'm a dragon who turns into a person not a person who turns into a dragon XD Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessKasumi nah I'm a dragon who turns into a person not a person who turns into a dragon XD Lol, like in the film BIG, it's better to be a robot that turns into a building rather than a building that turns into a robot, because otherwise that would be ridiculous! Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessKasumi nah I'm a dragon who turns into a person not a person who turns into a dragon XD I meant, are you stuck in dragon form or are you dragon that changes forms? 'Cause I don't think anyone not-dragon can really turn into one. My character is dragon who turns into humanoid, too. Pooh XD! But maybe like a very powerful wizard can turn into anything he wants! That made me think of the Puss in Boots fairy tale... Cora:Wyrmskyld: You mentioned you might join after holidays, which I think applies now. :) Would you consider having some fun with us in the cursed city? BrotherOfDarkness is away for few days, but if you join, should give enough time to write profiles and surprise him. :) I'll look into it upon my arrival at home Alrighty. :) If it doesn't strike your fancy, I/we will understand, just thought I'd give you a little remainder. ^^ Hey, sorry for not stopping by sooner! I like the sound of this world, but I don't think I can take on another RP right now. I might be moving soon, which will make me every kind of busy for a few months. Maybe I can join in later on? I don't see why not. If the RP hasn't reached its conclusion/end by then you can join us! ^ Up I think it may have started to move only by then... I forgot last night Aw, but you look adorable, and you can do it when you have time. :) Hankies Saddle dear ^.^ Quote: Originally Posted by sad rain Cora: Wyrmskyld: You mentioned you might join after holidays, which I think applies now. :) Would you consider having some fun with us in the cursed city? BrotherOfDarkness is away for few days, but if you join, should give enough time to write profiles and surprise him. :) Oh I curve surprises! P. S love your avisadrain Well, apparently it failed. But the thought was still good? XD And, thank you! Indeed, it is the thought that counts! Wyrmskyld said she'll stop by after her Grandma's visit comes to end at the end of week. :) Quote: Originally Posted by sad rain I think it may have started to move only by then... Understandable. Well, I'm not busy yet, and hopefully I won't get too busy later on. Could I write up a character now, and maybe have them disappear or get god-modded if I do get too busy? That actually sounds good! I pre-planned similar escape rout for me. ’D Quote: Originally Posted by Cheap Understandable. Well, I'm not busy yet, and hopefully I won't get too busy later on. Could I write up a character now, and maybe have them disappear or get god-modded if I do get too busy? That would be cool, and fine, if you want to ask someone or me to do so, that's fine with me, just let them know the characters' motivation I guess? Quote: Originally Posted by sad rain Wyrmskyld said she'll stop by after her Grandma's visit comes to end at the end of week. :) It would be good to have Warm join us, especially considering how busy herself and others including some of you guys are! Well, I will remind her next week, just don't want to turn into nagging Nagy naming monster. Takes away interest/liking, too. ^^; Yes don't mind it being a crawling RP as long as posts are descriptive to make up for it, I guess, plus I know lots of us are busy on summer event organizing! Warm is suffering from toothache, from what I know, and hasn't been able to sleep, so I decided not to bother her about the RP right now.

Tothaza the cursed city OOC (accepting)|rating:3.0

Top of the Charts (Frostrider and Magikal)

Top of the ChartsLizza is a budding music mogul a la Britney Spears. She had her first hit at 14. Her first album sold over 100,000 copies. She was a young teenager with a golden voice and amazing style. She wore school girl uniforms as part of her thing and even had suggestive poses on the CD. Eventually parents groups demanded that major retailers stopped carrying her CD for promoting poor values. The negative press hit her career hard. Her second album was never released. She tried to branch out into sitcoms and movies, but it never went anywhere. She eventually was dropped from her record label. Broke, unpopular, and alone she took a few classes at the local junior college while working as a cashier at Starbucks. It's been ten years, since she gave up, she's now in her late 20s. She's not as sexy or adorable as she once was. As she's chowing down a late night burger listening to her favorite radio channel, someone calls in and requests her one single hit. As she listens to the lyrics, she realizes she needs to turn her life around, and do anything to get back on top again. Lizza was determined to get back into shape, she decided to get a free week-long pass at her local gym, she hit the gym hard. After a week she had lost a few pounds, but was a long way away from her sex bomb days. She would work eight hours every day at Starbucks, then spend 2 hours at the gym, and as many hours as she could on her old MacBook trying to get a decent sounding demo. In the last week of October, she called up her old manager, seeing if they would be interested in representing her again. She bought ten CDs and burned them, with a color label in her heyday wearing a sexy cheerleader outfit. She also had her email address on the bottom of the label. After a week of trying to give them away, she heard about an audition for a singer in a local bar. She tried out, there was a small audience watching. She did alright but didn't really kill it. The bar owner said he would let her know in a few days. She nodded sadly, knowing in her heart she had already lost it. She walked to the bar after and sat at a seat, ordering a Miller Lite. Furthermore, she had a stack of photocopies with her vital information and two copies left of her CD demo. There were many people in the bar, some walked near her but then turned around, no one approached her. She slowly nursed her Miller lite, trying to decide what to do with her life next. She had a 6am Starbucks shift, but she was starting to feel like this was the last night of her life to make a change, make a comeback, and Top the Pop Charts. Max Connors sat at the local bar looking for new talent. He was head of a major record label that was up and coming and well he needed something fresh, and something that would turn heads. When most of the night had gone without a single artist wowing him, Max knew something would happen, but it would probably be not today. Still he hoped and hoped. When the night was coming to a close he closed his eyes and was about to leave. That's when he heard her. He looked to the stage and his green eyes fell upon her. Pizza was a singer who was popular once but after some hits on her reputation she disappeared. Max smiled and ran a hand through his blond hair. Yes here she was a possible big time artist if he could work her to the right tune. What was nice was due to the times when she was younger, parents thought of her as a young 14-year-old slut and thus boycotted her albums. The times have changed though and things like that would be tolerated. Especially from a much older woman than a young girl. She would have to get into shape, but nothing Max could not do. Max also remembered how he kind of liked her when he was younger. She was just as good-looking now as than despite putting on some weight. Max looked her over and knew she must have been poor and desperate as her dress code was shambles. When she was finished Max noticed that the bartender was not going to bring her back and she looked distraught because she could see the truth behind his lies about calling her later. Now was the time to act. "Good evening Pizza." He said approaching her. "Order the young girl another drink." Max told the bartender who nodded. He turned. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Max Connors. I am sure you know who I am and now I represent Sharp records. Furthermore, I understand you are looking for work yes?" He asked Pizza. Pizza looked up from her Miller Lite, still disappointed that the evening did not turn out like she had hoped. She hoped she would have agents and managers knocking down her door for her attention. Instead, as her set ended there was a small clattering of mostly polite claps. She was looking Max in the eyes. She tried to assess if he was coming on to her or the real deal. Furthermore, she wasn't sure, she had heard of Sharp records but not of Max before. Furthermore, she smiled politely, "Oh. Did you hear my set? I'm definitely looking for work. For returning to work that is." She offered him a demo CD and publicity photo from 10 years ago. She was sexy and slinky in the picture, a far cry from her current body." Lizza Di Bond. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She shook his hand. "What did you think of the two songs I did tonight?" She was hopeful he would like them, or at least like parts of them and encourage her to continue pursuing music, but she honestly didn't know how he's answer. Max would sit in the chair before taking off the sunglasses he was wearing. "Well for one thing I like some of your moves. With a real band you could potentially take back the charts and make good money. Of course you'll have to reinvent yourself, but that should not prove to hard with someone of your talents." He said simply."you have a good voice. You simply lack a band worthy of making rock music for you. You could also use some aerobics and perhaps some choreography lessons as some of those won't pan out in this day and age. But for the most part these are all simple easy things to fix." Max smiled." Lizza I was a fan those years ago, but times have changed. Rap is taking over the music industry and if we don't do something about it Rock will fade a distant memory. I have the tools to get you where you need to be to reshape your image if you're willing to follow instructions." Pizza was shocked that Max liked her vocal styling, and even more so that he thought she could work with him. "I. I can't believe what you're saying. Is this. This isn't some sort of sick joke. Dash a young girls dreams or something, is it?" She nodded, "I will reinvent myself. If you have the track record it sounds like. I'll do anything you want to get back on top. A band. Choreography. Aerobics. A stylist. Whatever you think will push me to the next level." Lizza motions to the CD, "I've just been doing those in my home studio. On an old Mac, but, I'm sure in the right hands they could be great. How. Quickly do you think you'll listen to the CD and get back to me?" She checked her phone for the time, she had an early Starbucks shift tomorrow and wasn't sure if she should call in sick to chase her dreams one more time with Max. Max would smile and nod. "I am not playing around. With the right guidance you could be great. You're going to have to sacrifice a lot though to get back to greatness. I would have to have your word that you will do anything I say and follow my instructions to the letter. Do that, and I could platinum albums within the year." He would hand her his card with the official Sharp records address, logo, and number. "Be at my office first thing when you can. I understand you might have work, but after that come over right away and make sure you change into something flirty." He said without a second thought." Be prepared to work often and hard. I don't accept anything but your maximum effort." He said simply. Max was a top line manager after all, and he was serious about his job, well at least most of it. He might have a little fun with her on the side, but otherwise he meant what he said. She listened to Max and slowly nodded, "I'd need to see what those things were. But, assuming I didn't have any objections. I'd be putty in your hands, Max." Lizza looked at the card and nodded, slipping it into her bra, "I'll be there as soon as I can. I just work a half-shift tomorrow. So, should be able to get cleaned up and there around 1 pm or so. Hopefully that works." She nodded slowly when he said something flirty. She didn't really have any designer outfits that would work, but maybe a lace blouse and matching mid-length skirt. She nodded, "I wouldn't be singing here at this place tonight if I wasn't serious Max. I've been thinking about this for a long time. I'm ready to put in the work Max." Pizza grinned, "You'll be surprised at what a hard worker I am I think." With that Pizza watched Max leave. She gathered her things and her old guitar, then headed back to her small apartment. She wrote in her diary and worked on another song that had been in the back of her mind, before showering and going to bed. Furthermore, she worked 4 hours in the morning, but could barely concentrate since she knew she was going to go to Sharp Records in the afternoon. She was wearing a light black lacy top, with medium length skirt, and black nylons. Furthermore, she had on small black heels and worked on her hair quickly. Her makeup was light and subtle. The black top showed off her athletic shape, although she certainly didn't have large breasts by any stretch, her shape was still of average size. Lizza walked into the office a few minutes before one pm. She had worked in the morning but appeared in good spirits. She went right to the receptionist and told her she was here to see Max. He would smile as the receptionist brought her to his office. "Good afternoon Pizza. Are you ready to see where the magic happens?" He would lead her into the mic room where people already had it set up for her. "We are working real hard to find you a band so for right now it will only be discussions. Being that it is the first day I am not going to throw you on the mic just yet." He would lead her into another room where there was a projector. "This is where all the prep work will be done. Next door is the instruments room where we have our instruments." He would sit at the head of the table and smile as the brought the projector on. "Take a seat Pizza." He would say before standing up." So here are the top of the charts singers at the moment. Beyoncé, Nicki Minaj, and Selena Gomez." He said pointing to the three pictures now presented on the screen. "What do they all have in common?" He asked. He would not let her get the answer in. "Quite simply they smell of sex." He answered. He would turn to her. "Each one of these women has a following because they are bombshells. You will have to get in that kind of shape. The way you dress and the way you present yourself will have the kind of impact that shows on the charts." He would walk forward. "What do you think you have that they don't?" Pizza was in very good spirits as she looked around. She nodded, looking at the studio. Her eyes were wide open, she was absorbing everything like a sponge. She walked through, following from room to room, looking at all the things set up, amazed that Max wanted to work with her and more importantly, had the connections and where-with-all to make her successful. She took a seat when requested, looking at the images. "Well, they have amazing figures. In excellent shape. Outrageous curves." She nodded, "Yes, they do have that look. That look in their eyes that says if they were your girlfriend. They would make your dreams come true." She thinks for a second when asked what she doesn't have that they do, "I have. An insatiable hunger for success. I will do anything to get to claw my way to the top. I will out sing them... our sex them. Out dance them out wardrobe them. And out sell them"Pizza smiles, "I'll need vocal coaches. Physical trainers. A nutritionist. And, an excellent plastic surgeon as a backup. To make me a bombshell." She thinks for a second, "Would I look ridiculous as a bombshell. With a bubble butt and huge implants? Would that send the right message. Just. How much of a bombshell are you figuring. Do you have anything. Already written down and figured out. Or is this all. Made up as you go along. Or, already carefully mapped out?" He smiled. Max would then stand up. "I haven't had the chance to map anything out yet, but I assume plastic surgery is an option. Dear this is your career. you're the one who has to decide if she is all in or just another pretender. If you want to top the charts your going to have to give everything you have and let me guide you." Max answered simply."Otherwise, this would be for not. I mean granted your not bad to look at but your nowhere near where they are. Clearly you have work to do if you want this gig to be a true success. If you are in it to win it than your going to have to let me take complete control over your lifestyle, choices, and perhaps wardrobe. Think you can handle that?" Max asked her. She nodded, "I'll listen to the people you hire. The stylists. The makeup people. The image people. Yeah. I can handle that I think." Lizza was watching him, thinking about what he was saying. "I know how important it is. And, yes. I'll out sex them. I'll out-booty them. our tit them. I'll need the best tit and butt doctors around Max... to give me the most exotic and sexy appearance ever." She smiled, "Maybe custom outfits. That both show off my figure but also push the edge. Push the envelope." He smiled. "I think we can afford those." He would walk to the door. "I'll make a phone call. As for you, I want you in the gym asap. Start your workout. I was you in the gym three times a day. I need you fit and ready to perform all the moves on stage and off." He said softly. He would place his hand on her leg. "I look forward to that desire to become the next big singer. Remember you will only go as far as you are able to allow yourself. If you are to become great you must sacrifice your old life completely. Do whatever it takes to prove to all of us that you are ready." She smiled back as he smiled, saying he would make the phone call. "You can probably help me figure out the sequencing of all of that. Right now, I'm still working my day job for 40 hours a week. I do have 2 weeks of vacation saved up. I could use that up. And then figure out where to go from there. I feel like my day job is a safety net. I need a place to stay and some food at the minimum." Lizza nodded, "Do you have a trainer and nutritionist you want me to use? Heck. You could even do one of those internet food delivery services." She noticed his hand on her leg but didn't say anything about it. She walked with him towards the door, "I will quit my old job in a heart beat. I will write every day. Do exercises every day. I will do vocal lessons. Change where I live. And even be willing to go under the knife. I think those things are showing how serious I am." Lizza smiled, "Get what you can line up. And, I'll do what I can myself. I'll put in my vacation notice later today. And, see if there's a trainer at my gym. Get back to me when you have the consultations set up for the surgery. Maybe we can pull a Heidi Montag and do 10 surgeries at once." She waited for his replies, then kissed him on the cheek and headed out the door. Max smiled and gave her butt a little spank as she left. "Your already in the right mindset." He called out to her. Then would make the calls. Indeed, he could have her do several surgeries at once. She would need puffier lips that demanded a cock just by smiling. Her tits would need to be at least DD if not bigger. He would let her choose the size on those puppies. Her ass had to be supple, round, and ready to fuck if the occasion called for it. She would be a divine goddess of sex on the stage. He would then call his nutritionist after getting appointments for the surgeries. A trainer was after that, and he simply made things work out with that in mind. She would need to be fit as she would be dancing on the stage like a stripper. Men would go nuts with her on stage and that was the whole point to getting her the success she needed. She grinned and waved goodbye to him. She indeed did just what she said. Furthermore, she went home and called her manager at her job. Furthermore, she put in all of her vacation time she had been saving up over the last few years, which amounted to close to a month, of paid vacation time. Oh well, the benefits of never getting sick, she thought. She was extremely excited about that. She wrote down her daily agenda and requirements, she would do cardio in the morning, followed by strength training in the afternoon, and more cardio in the evening. Lizza printed out pictures of women she admired and wanted to look as good as or better than. They had one thing in common, they all oozed sex appeal. They mostly looked like over-inflated barbie dolls, with tiny waists, huge busts, and rounded asses. She worked on her lyrics and trained harder than she ever had in her life before. She found her food was being delivered to her from Max, it was clearly spelled out, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and three snacks. By the end of the first week, she had already lost several pounds, not to mention several inches. Lizza decided to visit Max that first Friday, just to show him that she had lost 7 pounds so far, and to find out when the consultations were scheduled. She couldn't wait to get started and reignite her career. She was nervous but hopeful as she saw him for the third time in her life." Thanks for your help with the nutritionist. I feel better than ever. The fat is just melting off of me. But staying in the right places, too. Speaking of that, did you find the best surgeon on the West Coast?" She smiled. "When am I going to see him or her?" She was excited and hoped it was extremely soon. "I can't wait to kick-start the new me. As soon as possible." She passed over her 10 pages of lyrics that she had worked on over the last few days. She had taken pictures of the lyrics on her old beat up cell phone, so the originals were not as important. Max smiled when she did indeed walk in looking slightly slimmer. "That's good to hear. I mean look at ya. All bustling with energy." He said amazed that already she was beginning to look like something he would want in his bed. Still he was not done with her. "I did indeed. Tomorrow we have an appointment with the doctors to do your breasts and ass and face. We are going to try and get them all done all at once." He smiled once more and looked over her lyrics before nodding. "These aren't bad either. Could be more adults but not bad." He would hand them back to her and stand up before walking around. "Here is the address to the place where you will get the operations. Also be sure to get plenty of rest." She took the address and stuffed it into her bra. She smiled, "Well, I'm glad we're on the right path then. When do you think we'll be able to get in the studio and start getting some tracks down? Do you have any other lyricists that you buy work from? Maybe they could help us." Lizza nodded, "I will. I'm sure the consultation will be at least a few days in front of the surgeries. I have a cousin who had some work done and that's how they did it. Furthermore, I guess, unless your paying extra for the best work. In which case. You think we can get it scheduled and done tomorrow?" she was amazed that her life might be changing so quickly. Truth be told, it worried her a little bit. She knew she would like the results but was afraid of the pain. She hugged Max, then headed out of his office. Furthermore, she exercised once more that night, wrote some more lyrics, then headed to the doctor's office the next morning. Furthermore, she wasn't sure what to expect. As she arrived she noticed the receptionist had a massive chest, likely an F or G cup. Pizza was astonished, "Oh wow. Those look so great Miss, did you get them done here? Just. How many CCs are they?" She smiled warmly at the beautiful receptionist." My name is Pizza and I have a consultation at 9." She signed her name on the sign-in form and then sat down in the lobby, waiting to be called. The receptionist smiles and proceeds to hand her a plenty amount of papers. Receptionist looks up. "I see getting a full body today are we?" She asks. "Max has already paid for your operations in advance. Looks like boobs, facial, and butt modifications. He was adamant in getting you in and upgrading you as he is like to put it." Max who had been waiting for confirmation was planning on coming later while she was in the operating room. The receptionist continues. "Your friend will be by in a little while to check up on you." She said smiling and letting her have the papers. "Fill these outs and come back up." She takes the papers, stunned it could all be done so quickly. She sat down and filled out the paperwork, which took about ten minutes to complete. Furthermore, she brought the packet of paper back to the receptionist. "Uhm, my cousin had some cosmetic surgery before and. There was a consultation where the desired results would be discussed. And then two weeks later the surgery was performed. Are you saying this is. All rolled into one? Can I see a doctor or a nurse to discuss what I want changed?" She flashed a smile and was trying to be as friendly as possible, she was worried and concerned she wouldn't get the new look she desired, especially if she didn't have a say in it." Is there a book of the doctor's work that I could look through?" She sat and waited nervously. The receptionist would smile and nod. She would hand her a large binder. "These are the examples of what Doctor Jameson has done for patients just within the lat year." She said smiling. "Knowing you though you probably already have a clue what you are looking for. So do not be alarmed. We have had a ton of success." She would go back to checking files. About 20 minutes later a nurse would appear and smile. "Is there a Pizza here?" She would call out before spotting Pizza. "Follow me and I will lead you to your room." She said smiling. She would turn and then head down the hall expecting Pizza to follow. Pizza nods and smiles at the receptionist looking through the books, she was amazed at the stunning before and afters, it seemed this doctor could do just about anything. She wondered what the limits would be, and would he recommend a certain size or a certain look? She was nervous, she had butterflies in her stomach and felt like she had to pee, although she knew she didn't. She followed the nurse to the room, uncertainty and concern on her face. Pizza looked around the room and took a seat, she didn't know what was going to happen next, but she was excited about the possibilities." So, what happens next?" she asks the nurse. The nurse would look at her before smiling. "We will take your measurements. I'll ask how much you want to enlarge your butt and breasts and then you'll go under the knife. You won't feel a thing as you will already be under medication." She explained smiling. "Max has already told me that he will be here to greet you when you wake again." Max was already on his way, but he knew to take his time and let her do the things she wanted. This operation was her salvation after all. Besides, she was just the perfect slave to be. She would be a goddess of music, and he would fuck her plenty when given the chance. Pizza nodded. She was a little nervous, her arms were shaking. She waited until they said take off your clothing, which she did, although she had butterflies in her stomach. Furthermore, she felt her heart pounding in her chest, wondering how they would measure. The nurse took out some tools and did careful measurements, all over her body. She slowly nods, "If I said. Make me as large as possible. Both with a massive breast augmentation, liposuction on my waist, stomach, and thighs. An extremely large butt augmentation. Lip augmentation. Laser skin resurfacing. Laser hair removal. We wanted a complete, Barbie Makeover. Ten things during a whole day. Can I see some projected after pictures?" The doctor smiled before nodding. "Of course Pizza. Whatever you want." He would go about altering her appearance via a computer before showing her what they would have done to her. "You see here is what you would look like. Of course, it is recommended you don't go above two or three sizes change wise on your bust as it could strain your back. You want to gradually build it up." He would smile again before sitting. "Of course it is your decision in the end." He said softly looking her over again trying to decide how the procedure should play out. Max would pull in and take a few moments to park. She looks at all the changes on the computer, "I love it. But, two sizes aren't extreme enough for me. I wanted something like this. This picture would be something like 7 or 8 sizes larger. If you need to do it in two steps, that's fine. Expander implants they're called. First you put in one size, then every week for a month you add more volume." Lizza shows the doctor her cell phone. (( flicks her finger to the right, "Here is a picture of my desired bottom. Either like that, or even curvier."(("And for the lips. Something like this." she flicks again. (("Are we going to schedule this in a few weeks. I thought I heard the nurse say something like, we can do this right now. How many people are here. And ready to assist?" She was a little shocked they could go through all the changes that she was talking about. He smiled and looked through her desired changes and nodded. "You can have just that. It may take 4 maybe 6 hours at most." He said simply before shrugging. "Max wanted this to be done today so we are going to get it done." He said smiling. "Anything else?" He asked. He wanted her to get exactly what she wanted. If she wanted expander implants than she would get just that. "The bottom is easy as that will be quick as will the lips." He added knowing this would excite her. "Max paid a lot for you so you might want to thank him when you see him." She nods, "Ok. So, is that figure as sexy as possible. How many total surgeries is that. What will the recovery time bay?" She signs the necessary paperwork, then waits to get measured before the surgery options are finalized, heading to her pre-op room, getting changed in the gowns that are necessary. She laid down and was wheeled out, first talking to an anesthesiologist. Before she knew it, she was dreaming. She woke up what filled like a week later, but instead, it was merely 7 hours later. She was bandaged up and felt sore all over. Furthermore, she looked around and tried to figure out what happened. Furthermore, she felt immense pressure on her chest, her entire body was still sore and tingling. Furthermore, she didn't recognize anyone, she hoped the surgery was a success. Furthermore, she looked down and gently touched her own breasts, wondering just how large her new implants were. "Your recovery time is about 2–3 weeks before any stitches will be removed. After that another three weeks before it should be fully healed." He said nodding though it could be quicker if things went well. He would have her sign the paperwork and then the procedure was done. When she would wake Max would walk before smiling. "Hey. Pizza you ok?" He asked knowing that she was already changing before his eyes. She had the adjustable implants put in, and they were two sizes bigger now. She would have to wait to heal before she could get another size or two. Furthermore, she slowly opened her eyes, "I was just counting down. It's. Everything is done? How. Did it go?" She tried to move but was still feeling completely out of it. "Were. they are able to do everything?" Lizza smiled weakly, "It's. Everything I wanted, right? Thank you. For everything Max. I know we're going to change the world together." She fell asleep, she was still full of lots of painkillers, especially with all the surgeries she had done all at once. Although she would be in tremendous pain, everything went according to plan. She had the breast augmentation, butt augmentation, lip augmentation, liposuction and laser sculpting on her waist, thighs, and butt, laser resurfacing on her skin, and laser hair removal on everything under her waist. Once she was healed, she would look like a completely different woman. He would take care of her for the next couple of weeks insisting that she get rested and healed up before trying to begin her recording. Only when she looked like a queen of sex would he run her out there again. Of course, he would take that time to shatter her self dependence. Making her believe that without him, she would be lost. He was her last chance after all. He told her it was a way of toughening up for the competition. Most singers did whatever they could for their managers in order to get the hook-ups they needed for success. He was slowly brainwashing her without making her realize it. He would often say, "A singer is only as good as her manager. The more the manager likes you and wants to help the more successful you will become." He had hoped she would take a hint and get closer to him. The two weeks flew by, she could barely move at first, after the bandages were removed she was amazed at how large her new 1000 CC breast implants were, and they'd be able to add even more CCs in the future. She was already up 5 amazing cup sizes, bringing her from a B cup to a G cup, she had to wear the special healing bra 24 hours that didn't put any stress on her new breasts. Her figure looked drop-dead amazing, although her bust was larger, her butt was more shapely as well, her entire body was reshaped through the surgery, from her waist, to her thighs, to her backside, to her skin and even her lips. Her skin seemed to glow. She exuded sexuality, even if she didn't try to. She even started writing after her head cleared up in a few days. Furthermore, she was extremely thankful to Max, she told him every day as she recovered. He had taken care of everything for her, leaving her time to recover, write, and sing. As he reminded her how important a manager was to an artist, she replied, "I know if I make it big, you make it big. We're in this together. And, I won't let you down, Max." After a few days in the recovery center she returned home, to her small apartment. With all of her vacation time being used up, she still had income coming in to cover her expenses. She was so sore that she didn't have much energy or effort to do that much. She wore mostly oversized t-shirts, as everything else didn't fit right. Max would call her twice a day and stop by once a day, usually in the evening to give her a meal and talk about how things were coming in the studio, about putting all the pieces together so that when Pizza was ready, the whole team was ready. As she second week ran into the third week, she was feeling much better, practically back to normal. She had started talking to Max about resuming her exercise, diet, and training routine. She was excited and ready to go. Furthermore, she let Max know she would need a little bit of custom tailoring, as girls as small as she is, typically didn't have extremely full breasts. On the third week after her surgery, she went back in for a checkup, and a top off, she had another 200 CCs of saline injected. She was up to 1200, and still had at least 800 more to go. Suddenly Pizza was happy she didn't buy a whole new wardrobe, knowing she'd need new clothes every 3 weeks, at least for the next 3 months when she would continue growing even larger. Max had been working with her closely. Liza was beginning to become quite the picture-perfect woman he wanted. Now she was going to be an idol of sex on the stage. Still he knew she was his soon. "Pizza I need you in the singing room now. The mic will be hot in five, and I need you to practice your singing." He said smiling one day after she had basically become healed. He would then hold the door open for her and waited for Pizza to do as he had asked. His eyes never leaving hers though he would glance every now and then at her breasts. "After rehearsal we will be working on your wardrobe," He said definitively. He would then get out of her way and wait for her to make the next move. Pizza was still on mild painkillers, but she readily agreed to sing. While she had been recovering she was working on lyrics, set and stage ideas, basically anything to keep her from going stir-crazy. She was wearing a loose light pink tank top and tight black Capri, but the way her chest and butt bulged through her clothing hinted at what an awesome spectacle her body had been shaped into. She smiled, "I haven't finished my transformation yet. I still have three or four cups to grow. But, I'm getting so curvy I can't get anything off the shelf anymore. I'm going to have to custom order it." She turned around so he could see her tight curvy butt. "We definitely need to think of ways to show off my body in my music videos." She grinned now that Max felt she was finally ready to work on the mic, "I've been waiting to get on the mic again for five years. So, of course I'm ready." She looked for the lyrics that he wanted her to sing, doing some vocal range exercises, before memorizing the lyrics and singing her soul out of the lyrics. She put passion and emotion into the lyrics, no matter how corny or cheesy they were. Furthermore, she came alive in the sound booth, she loved singing and it showed. Max would smile as he listened to her sing. Granted she still had that pop artist vibe that a teen would have. He would walk into the room and smile before sitting down. "That was not bad but Pizza do you think that's going to outshine Beyoncé? The reason she sells is that men want her. I need you to make love to the song. If when I hear that song I should almost right away want to fuck you because of the power it has over my libido. Sex sells." He says simply. Max knows she is not quite the smartest tool in the shed and her desire to do anything to become an artist has him using her like putty in his hand. "I want you to try again but this time I want you to sit in my lap and ride me as if you were fucking me. If your song is good enough you'll know it by the bulge I'll make." He said nodding. She grins at Max, "Silly, Beyoncé shines because she has a great voice. A great look the best writers, producers, choreographers, and costume designers. She's willing to go all the way for her art. People love the conviction." Lizza looked at Max, "If I was singing in a bikini that was too small. I'm certainly I'd get googled more. I'm still not done growing, either. Maybe we need some good costume designers to play up my newly embraced sexiness? That and a photoshoot. On the beach. Maybe think about our first video?" She giggled, "Max, I don't just want to excite one man. I want to excite all men." She nodded to Max, peeling off her tank top revealing her extremely curvaceous chest, covered by nothing but a bra. Her nipples were poking through the thin fabric, Max could probably even count the bumps on her areolas. Lizza sang with Max right next to her, she would move towards him, almost close enough to touch, then dance away. Her body looked so ridiculously perfect it was hard to concentrate around her. Not only was she extremely curvaceous up top, her stomach had been trimmed and toned, her waist whittled by several inches, and her butt more curvaceous, with her plump lips topping off the ensemble. She was barely recognizable from the woman Max met a few weeks ago. Max hardened right away and he grinned as she would sing again. This time she was much sexier. "Pizza that was amazing." He said spanking her ass. "You really do have a knack but...still something is missing. Pizza when was the last time you had a man fuck you?" He asked looking at her serious. He wanted to mold her and the process needed to come to its next stage. He would lean back. "I mean a sexy photo shoot and video is good, but I think if you got laid you might be able to appreciate your body and its skills more. I mean I know you think you know the industry but all those singers fuck their boyfriends and many do their managers too." He said hinting to what he might suggest. "I am not saying we should, but it might put you over the top." She wrinkled her nose, "Oh god, I'm not going to talk about my love life with you Max." She smirks, "I'm. Still looking for a good boyfriend, I can only find dirtbags. With all of my time working, I didn't have enough time for a guy, too. I had to pick and, I was trying to be self-sufficient." Lizza nodded, "I will get some photos taken. And, try to find a good boyfriend, ok?" She smirks, "Maybe I'll try match.com or something." She tugged on her bra, her overstuffed boobs in her hands, "I mean, I shouldn't have any problem attracting attention now. It will just be a matter of finding someone nice, with a big heart, and an even bigger wallet." He smiled knowing he had met those qualities. It was just a matter of time for her to realize that he wanted her to make him her boyfriend so he could get into her pants. Why else would he personally pay for her changes? Of course Pizza needed it spelled out for her. "Well you know you could at least pretend that you have a boyfriend with me if you wanted." He said hoping she would at least take this chance." You would definitely sing better if you allowed me to personally pervert your body by showing you how it can be a trophy by letting me use it the way a man would. Or do you not trust me to promote your body to new heights?" He asked now putting her on the spot. Would she truly go for it or was there still some chance she would become perverted? She grins and looks at him, "I thought you were happily married?" She was shocked he had any interest in her at all. "Uhm, but, I'd certainly give you a chance to prove you want to be my boyfriend." Lizza wasn't sure what he meant, "What do you mean perverting my body? How would a perverted body help me sing? I think something's could certainly help get the numbers up. Videos. Me dancing around in a bikini. Frolicking in the water. Running in slow motion on a beach. Facebook fan pages. Twitter seminude twit pics. You know, stuff like that." She held her breasts together, "I'm not sure if I can change anything again so quickly. It will still take another week or two until the swelling goes down. Plus remember I could still add more volume to get another few inches. Hopefully four more inches." She grinned, "That would make me a k-cup. Certainly much larger than a Full D." He laughed. Max would then put his hand on hers. "I am not married. I haven't even a girlfriend. Most managers don't end up with anyone but their clients. I mean surely you knew that did you not?" He asked. At her second question he would smile before putting a hand on her thigh. "Well a woman who typically has made love to a man usually walks more sexily. I know you have seen it before. You know that typical sway in a women. That seductive smile? It is because they have had their sexual needs sated." He was rambling again, but he wanted this girl to be brainwashed still in order to make her his. "You want to be a great singer than you've got to find a rich and famous boyfriend to get you going. I am sure when the tabloids hear that your with me, they will start paying attention to the hot blond who is going to be top of the charts." She grins and thinks, "Ah, so if I'm a regular singer it's better to be linked with multiple rich guys." Lizza smirked, thinking, "Why not just put out a rumor then. I could make sure to be seen by the tabloids." She smirks, "So you don't think my crazy sexy body will be enough to convince people?" She walks closer to Max, reaching out and hugging him, pressing her breasts against his chest. "What do you want me to do to help promote my sexy body. An internet calendar. Bikini shots. Sponsorship by a bikini company." She giggled, "Oh gosh, I have the perfect idea. A magazine cover, photoshoot at the beach, but my thong bikini is too small. It barely covers my nipples. And from behind looks like I'm wearing dental floss. When I go running or jumping, well, forgot about it." Lizza laughs, "Oh, I could rename myself special K. Because of my soon-to-be K sized boobies." She giggled. Max would smile at her suggestions. "All of it. But you only need to be linked to one RCH guy. If you're linked to me than no one will ever question you again. You'll be the hot sexy singer of this era and me I'll be your successful manager and boyfriend." He said before leaning in. "Special K sounds like a naughty cereal. Can I have some special K?" He asked twisting her idea and making it a way for him to hit on her. He than placed his hands on her ass and pulled her completely on his lap. "I would be the best boyfriend you will have ever had. I have already proved it by paying out of pocket for your operations haven't I?" He asked trying to convince her to take the plunge and go to stage 3 of his plan. If she fell this far into his trap he would have taken over her life completely and changing her into his personal lover would be so much fun. She grins, "I'm still considering that proposal. But, it's looking good for you." She thinks for a second, "I could be in a bikini. With titties out to here, and a gold and diamond necklace in my cleavage that says special k. That would be a great album cover." Lizza smiled, "But, I can't wait to do wardrobe, get my video started. And even get my first single out." She looked at him, "I tell you what. Let's. Have dinner every night after working. And, when my single hits the top spot I'll start dating you. When my album hits number one, I'll become your girlfriend." Lizza touched her own breasts, "I can't get customized clothes yet because I'm still growing. But, I've never wanted to touch my own breasts before so much in my life." She reached out and put his hands on her breasts, "You can touch them too... see what your money bought." She gasped when he started fondling her, her nipples immediately stiffened against his touch. "Press them together. You can kiss 'em if you want," she added with a flushed smile. Max smiled as he would lean in and kiss the top, feeling how soft and light they were against his lips. He noticed she was enjoying his touch and enjoyed the reaction. "I can live with that trade." He said smiling. "I'll promote you and make you the goddess of rock. You'll put all the others to shame." He said softly. "I got another "mic" you can use to your mouths content." He said teasing her back with the way she was acting. "Would special K the singer love to try it out?" He knew he was horny now and that she was turning him on. Mission accomplished if you ask me. He thought as he was so hard and she could probably feel him pressing against her leg. "Can you feel it in my pants? It's quite the special Mic that is really for you. Would you like to unwrap it and test it out? A pro like you could make it sing and purr." She looks around at the other people in the studio, "Uhm, there's like 5 people working around here. The sound board. The assistants. That's. A bit uncomfortable, don't you think?" She flashed a gorgeous smile. Lizza giggled, "You're talking about oral sex? I don't really like oral that much. I used to always do it. And, I'm kinda sick of it actually... "She thought for a moment, "But, I tell you what. After we're done with the album and I get a 10 carrot ring. Maybe there's a. Sex retreat we can go for our Honeymoon present. Where I can learn how to become a professional nymphomaniac whose addicted to cum like one you see in porno." Lizza grinned, "I mean, with money can't you buy just about anything? I'm sure we can find the right trainer. And, do any sort of equipment. And any biological changes we need to make to either myself or you." She waved her arms, "Let's focus on the songs though for now, don't you think?" She glanced at his bulge, then moved towards him and whispered, "I can rub you with my hand if you wanted though. Uhm, in a bathroom I guess?" He smirked. Max would then lean in and whisper in turn. "I never said your lovely mouth. There's another place my mic can go that will make you sing lovely little sounds." He laughed softly before spanking her. "But I get your concerns. I'll tell you what ill get you that ring, the top of the charts, and basically make sure your well funded and in return you promise to live in my mansion so we can make use of the recording studios and keep the tabloids going about us. This and you let me play with your breasts and ass as I did pay for them. Maybe a massage and rub down of my cock." He asked. It was not anything out of the norm of what he would ask. Besides would she really hate him asking for that? Max did not think so. In fact, he assumed that K like she wanted to be called would just go with it as he was practically making her life dream com true right before her very eyes. She grins when he counteroffers. "I see. Well, we're making progress on my appearance. All we need next is my music." She nods when he says he did pay for them, "I'll gladly share them with you but, I wanted to wait until my transformation was complete. Every 2 weeks I can get a bit more added. I'll be done growing in 6 or 8 weeks. Hopefully we can get the music and video end done before then. So when I'm performing live everyone can see I'm not faking it." Lizza grins, "I offer to train for the sex-Olympics, and you don't take me up on that offer? You're the one that said I need to outset Rihanna and all the other bad girls. I heard there are some natural chemicals you can take that increase a woman's arousal and libido. Not to mention increase sexual sensitivity. I'm pretty sure that'd bring me pretty close to a nympho. And, what guy doesn't want his girlfriend to be a nympho?" she asks with a smile. Max smiled as she counters his counter. "This is true. Well who is to say I would not accept you training for the sex Olympics? I was just under the impression you did not want to do that till later. You do know the training will involve stimulation to keep you from going mad right?" He asked trying to make her see why he was hesitant. It was not that he hated the idea. Just that she herself had already set goals for herself and them."I'll have them begin your training right away." He said softly. "As for your transformation I would love to see you as you grow. The fans can definitely see that you won't be faking." He than spanks her softly. "Better than I'll get on the phone with a video person and get something set up. Tomorrow we will try again with the album. Tonight though you should move in with me in my home and get used to being in a posh house and rich couple's lifestyle." Max stated. She grins, "You're right. Music first. I always need to put the music first." She laughed, "Oh, Special K is going to be the bomb at the sexual Olympics especially once I stop growing. And, maybe you're right about having too much going on. We might want to wait until it dies down a bit. What do you mean stimulation and, that would be fine for the training to start as long as it didn't appear with my strict regiment of singing. Dancing. Eating. Or going to the gym." Lizza smiles, "I'll get my things all packed up and be ready to move tomorrow." She wiggled around and was shaking her butt for Max, then shimmying her shoulders, sending her cleavage bouncing wildly. "Here are two of your biggest investments." He would grip her ass and motorboat her cleavage. "Yes indeed it is. My special K." He would moan as he was still rubbing against her slowly as he looked into her eyes. He smiled as he leaned his lips to hers and let a small peck. Don't forget those." He said winking. "Special K is my product. Are you ok with being my product?" He asked softly. He winked. He spanked her once more before getting up. "Alright than. Shall we head out? Maybe get some food in that cute little belly of yours?" He asked. At her question of stimulation he smiled. "Well if it makes you hornier than wouldn't you need to relieve that horniness?" He asked smiling at her now realizing it meant she would need to fuck a lot to keep sane. She gasped as he started working over her cleavage with his mouth and tongue. "Yes. I'll be your special K. As long as I can share that side of me with the whole world." She blushed, "Special K can be our creation. Our product. I'll give my input too." Lizza gasped again loudly when he spanked her. She touched her own stomach, wondering how she looked, knowing they contoured some of her stomach and made her look much better. She giggles, "Oh gosh, is there really something to make you hornier? I thought that was just for show. Besides, if we're monogamous and exclusive. And I had a huge urge, I'd do it 5 times. 10 times a day to scratch that itch." She walked with him, "How many times do you think I'd be urged in a day. More than 10 times? More than 20 times?" She was blushing as she talked with him, her nipples piercing her thin shirt. She was certainly interested and animated as they had a heated discussion. He smiled. "Who knows." He said smiling. He would grip her ass as he walked. "Special K may need to have to do it a hundred times. After all if you have urges you'll seem more sexual on stage and if that happens all the men will be paying attention. Like a sea of hungry animals wanting to go at it with you." He said grinning knowing she would understand. "That will be your allure." He said with a definite smile. He would lead her to his car. "You don't mind taking a drive. What are you feeding? You can have anything you want, on me my soon-to-be girlfriend." He said winking as he spoke. He hoped spoiling her would make her more interested in his temptations. Open-minded she had to be. Still Max made sure to go at a speed that would not scare her off. She grins, "There are 24 hours in a day. Assuming I sleep 4 hours. That's still 5 times an hour every hour. Every twelve minutes. That's, a lot of sex. I don't think one man could even keep up with that schedule. There'd need to be a team of 5. 10. 20 guys. How. I'm not even sure how you'd train for that sort of schedule." Lizza smirked, "How. Do you picture Special K. As far as additional changes. Like tattoos. Exotic piercings. Hair color. Stuff like that. Always walking around in 5 inch stilettos and wearing nothing but her underwear? What do you think?" She followed Max to his car, climbing inside, "Well, since we might not be going out for the next 2 months while I transform into Special K. Let's go someplace nice. Maybe some Maine Lobster and Filet Mignon?" Max smiled and nodded. He would get into the drivers side and get behind the wheel. "Sounds good to me." He said smiling. "But not in that get up. So perhaps we should order out, and can dine back at my place." He offered trying to be proactive. Seeing as she was not dressed for a high life restaurant. "Unless you have a better idea?" He asked her. His eyes went back to her, and he waited for her answer. He took i her beauty, and he loved how she was such a delicate hot and sexy flower he wanted to pluck over and over again. His mind twisted, and yet he knew he had to live to his word. He would turn her as the best singer ever if it meant she was his to fuck and play with. Special was promised to him after all. She grinned and nodded, "Sure, we can get some takeout. I am interested in this stimulation that you're saying. Training for the Sex Olympics which I think Special K would not only embrace, but try to be the best there was in that field. How would you make me able to handle that kind of volume. Give me that kind of overwhelming horniness." Lizza giggled, "I mean, you plan on making love to me 100 times in a day in a few weeks? That's quite a step up from 0 to 100, don't you think Max?" She blushed, "And, you don't think I need any tattoos. Piercings... or any additional cosmetic alterations to transform myself into Special K?" Lizza grinned, "I putty in your hands. What would you like to do with me if you can do anything to me?" He smiled. Max was already fantasizing. "Well I wouldn't mind piercing those nipples or getting a that on your back. Something like that would make special K quite the sexy little vixen. But alas that is up to you. After all special K is only as good as you want to make her. Why don't we order something from a high-end restaurant. What would you like to eat?" Max was sure that he could mold her further. "Well if your putty in my hands lets just say you would have to learn to be more adventurous with your clothes. Right now the clothes your wearing aren't exactly the eye poppers you could be wearing. If you get my drift." He said grinning and winking again. "you'll want to show off the new knockers and how skinny your waist is. Perhaps low cut jeans?" He suggested. She grinned, "mmmhmmm. Lobster and Filet Mignon. From, one of those nice Steak Houses that celebrities go to." Lizza giggled, "Let's go and get my nipples and pussy pierced, right now. And, then we can go shopping for new clothes that show off my developing figure. Remember, I'm going to still get even more sexy over the next two months, too. Once I'm K-cup sized, we can get all of my clothes custom-made to flaunt my figure. Maybe some nice jewelry for the cover. A bikini that shows off my nipple piercing." She smiled, "Of course, while I'm healing I'd have to. Do other things than fucking.... but, after everything is going well, no reason not to start my Sex Olympic training. I need to get my libido going from 10 to a million miles an hour." She looked on her cell phone and showed Max two pictures, "What do you think?"(( (He thought about what she was asking for. "I don't think getting your pussy pierced is that great of an idea. Maybe the clit but that's it. I need to be able to use it won't I?" He asked teasing her. "Of course I would have mentioned your going to earn the bill tonight. I would love to see your naked butt before I let some guy pierce your clit." He mentioned. "After all I would think it is only fair." He was hardening as he pulled over and turned to her. "Of course the food will be ASY enough as well as the clothes." He said grinning. Max was full of himself. "But as for the piercings I really want to see my product before some guy touches it." He repeated in case it had not gotten through to her. She grinned, "The clit is the one at the top, silly. My pussy will still be fine. Besides, it will take some time for Special K to reveal herself to the world. And, exotic piercings will help add to the allure I think. That, and enormous boobs that keep growing." Lizza smiled, "Sure, let's do a photoshoot of the pre-famous Special. You could sell the images, it could be Good girl gone bad type stuff. Or leak our location to the tabloids. They could see us going to dinner." She smiled, "I want to have my single out before we get all. Handsy, remember?" She laughed, "I just offered to start my training while I'm recovering, and you turned me down? Sex 100 times in a day is quite a lot, Max. I'd probably need some professional help. Some homeopathic cures. Not to mention lots of sex machines. Dildos. Vibrators. And the like for training, whatever that might entail." He laughed and max did nod. "That is true. But you do realize that sex with a machine will be nothing like sex with a real man as well. So while you will practice with toys you still need to mix a man in there every now and then." Max said grinning before gripping her breasts softly. "Besides would you turn your future boyfriend down if he so eagerly desired your body?" He asked. He knew he was playing, and it should have been obvious. Furthermore, he sighed as he remembered that special K wanted her music out first. And who knows if she was going to be true and not just go after the first genuine guy she met. Still Max had to move in on her. "Your right you did want your music out first before we got intimate, but what I'm offering won't be for our relationship but training for your sexual image." She smiles, "So, nipple and clit piercing. Then, a lobster and steak dinner. Before clothes shopping for crotchless panties and sexy lingerie? I was thinking leather and lace. We'll need tops that are real stretchy... as far as the sex Olympics. "Pizza grinned, "I don't even know 100 guys. And, even if I did, I'm not sure if I'd want them near me. Besides, how can I increase my sex-drive, so I'm hyper-horny? Once my sex-drive was sky-high we can continue with my sex training. We'd need at least 5 guys. That's one guy every 12 minutes." She thought for a second "and you wanted to get hands... that would be fine. Or, heck, if you wanted to do any sort of fucking we could. Fuck in a different public place every night. The album needs to be at least top 5 though in sales and radio play. No problem for you, right? You could hire me to be "She looked at herself over in a mirror, pursing her lips together, squinting her eyes. "I wish. My eyes were a bit larger. My lips more puffy. That my whole body, just about every inch of me.was redesigned for sexual pleasure and hedonism... That is what special k will become." She grinned and looked at him. "I want to get started yesterday!" He laughed. "Oh special K you are the kryptonite to my sexual frustration." Max said softly before nodding driving towards the nearest shop to buy her some naughty clothes. "I think though you shouldn't wear a bra. You should let those puppies remain in their natural shape. Your nipples should be visible through the thin fabric." He said smiling and getting naughty as well." Top five album only comes with your understanding of your lyrics. You can't just want a top 5 album you need to be able to earn that album." He said softly. He would than looked to her as he would get out of the car, and head inside to find her those crotchless panties she wanted. "Remember you're the spitting image of horny women. So skirts would be also amazing." She headed inside with him to go shopping, letting him choose several outfits for her. She found some jewelry that she liked that she wanted to be pierced with choosing something similar to the pictures she provided for Max- nine rings for her pussy and 2 pluses for her nipples. Furthermore, she agreed about not wearing a bra and picked out wickedly naughty lingerie. Furthermore, she grinned and looked at Max, "When are we going to do some photoshoots? I want to see my surgeon again to become even more sexy. A smaller waist. A larger butt. Bigger implants. Bigger nipples. A tighter pussy. And a shot in my clit. Not to mention those herbs you mentioned to increase my sex drive and make me always horny. Plus, the sex Olympics ought to help with that too..." She squeezes her already large boobs, apparently she wanted to go larger." My songs can just be all about chasing guys. Fucking strangers. And getting wasted. With a nice danceable beat. I've already been working on lyrics. We just need a few good, hot producers. And, some great writers." She thinks for a second, "And, what the hell, after we're done making a great track, we can all have an orgy. Once I'm Special K that will be payment rendered I think for hard work. One great track is equal to a night of debauchery." Lizza smirks, "Trust me Max. Once I look the part. I'm going to be the part. You won't be able to stop me. We can release a fetish sex tape just for starters to get my name out there, a week before the CD drops." He gripped her breasts as he winked. "Your too true. Special K, fighting sexual frustration one cock at a time. I can see it now. Look Special K, I have been struck with the curse of the hard cock. Use your magical pussy and save me from the evil of masturbating alone." He teased grinning and playing along as he rubbed hims crotch against her butt." What do you think about that?" He asked as he kissed her and pinched her nipples through the fabric. "I can see it now. you're a vixen superhero who sings and fucks. All of your body is a temple for men to worship." He grinned as he spanked her ass with his free hand. "Go change into that crotchless thing, a mini skirt and a small top with no bra." She giggled and looked at him, "I'll. Use my body to get you off. That's fine with me. It'll show you the power I have already and. I've only started to grow and become Special K. I'll truly become spectacular once my transformation is complete." Special K whirls around and heads to change from their new purchases they just made. She gets dressed quickly and exits the changing room. She looks like a rather tramp girl. Her hard nipples are visible through her sheer shirt. "Oh god, I look like such a boy. I hate being so flat chested Max." She smiles, "I have a better idea." She inches towards him, whispering, "Let's. Eat each other out until we both cum. Then you can fuck me with a dildo. I'll save my pussy. And my ass for after I'm transformed. How does that sound?" she asks with a grin. He nearly doubled over laughing. "You a guy? Pfft, you're the damn hottest guy if that was the case. Dear lord you might as well be a walking piece of ass." He said softly before gripping her ass after she is world around. "Eat each other out, huh?" He asked a little whiny but still rather in control of her. "But special K doesn't get off her lovers with her mouth. If anything she gets him hard with her big tits, and then uses her pussy to mail every last drop." He grinned. "That's the power of special K. Her womb can take in gallon of semen in a blink of the eye. Your body is only your true weapon special K." Was her mind so warped now that she saw herself needing to improve when her body was good enough. "Lets pierce your pussy and nipples first." He added. Max was going to fuel her vanity. She ran her hands down her body, going over her obviously voluptuous chest, "Well, maybe not a guy, but I know I can be more curvy still. Especially if your doctor completes his work on me. Call him right now, I want to finish everything tomorrow. Another 5 surgeries ought to do it. I'll even get my name legally changed to Special K. After the physical transformation then. I can do the piercings. And tattoos. And the clothes. And all of that stuff. I need the herbs too." Lizza grins, "Special K is still not here quite yet. And, I think she loves getting a tongue lashing. And giving a tongue lashing. I mean, it shows how special we are to each other, right?" She ran her hands over his hard cock, smirking, "But, you don't want me to eat you out right now?" She giggles, "Call your doc on the phone. I'll let him fuck me after I'm recovered. He can be my first on a road of sexual enlightenment. My Pierce can be my second. And, the list will just keep going from there until I hit 100 in the first 5 days." She laughs, "And, that's a lot of fucking." Lizza drops to her knees, ready to start giving a blowjob to Max if he calls his doctor and sets up a surgery tomorrow morning. He looks to her in shock. "K. I don't want you sleeping with other men. Maybe blowjobs but if you start sleeping with everyone than where's the allure?" He asked. "I need you to realize that men have to want you, and you not give it to them. If you're sleeping with every man than men won't want to chase you." He said simply. He would cross his arms. "You want me to make your jugs finished but you haven't earned it. You want my money but a simple blowjob isn't going to get it done. Get creative darling." He said smiling and then shrugging softly. He than crossed his arms and had the phone in his hands. "You do want bigger tits right?" She is in shock at his shock, "You told me you wanted me to have sex 100 times a day. And get more experience with lovers. I wouldn't do it for any man. Only the men that could help me. You. My surgeon. My tattoo artist. Special people. Not strangers I met on the street. I can't have sex 100 times a day with one person. That would kill them I think. That's impossible. Even superman couldn't do that." She grinned and looked at him, "Ok, I'll just make it look like I would do them. Or anyone, but don't. More like a tease. I'll. Save it for you only, ok?" She smiled and waved, heading to change. She put on a set of crotchless panties, a light pink miniskirt, and a teeny top that barely covered her hard nipples. Special K pushed her top to the side, showing off her hard nipples, accentuating her already large bosom. "Yes, the biggest in the world." she inched towards him, letting him use her boobs for his pleasure, pressing them together as he titty fucked her. She was so sensitive, it actually felt quite nice for her, even if it was supposed to be only for him. She felt herself get wet, her skin was flushed. Furthermore, she held her hands to her side so he could fuck her chest. Furthermore, she encouraged him, smiling and apparently enjoying herself immensely." Yes. Please call him. We can travel somewhere else if there are rules here about how curvy he can make me." Max smirked as he spanked her ass, that curvy ass of hers. "There are such things as vibrators." He suggested. "Besides Special K is my product is it not? You want to be successful. You have to listen to your manager. The world should think of you as a tease and not a slut. Men should want you, not know you're easy at giving it up. You want men to be jealous, make them jealous of your manager for having his way with his product." He will get his way, thought max. Max was not sure how or why, but he made the call quickly making the appointment for the morning. "There now I have you all to myself tonight." He said smirking before cropping a feel of her left breast. "Don't you see now the whole purpose is to make men jealous of one man because he can fuck you anytime. I am the best man for the job." She grinned and looked at Max, "I've never used a vibrator Max. I don't own one or anything. So you're saying just. Have 100 orgasms a day from a device. And, not have all of that sex? That's a relief I think. I don't want all of those men visiting me... I want to remain tight like a virgin." She smiled and blushed when he made the call, "Oh. That's fucking fantastic! Are we going to have to go somewhere else? There are limits in America to how big you can get." She laughed. She still wanted to see a Pierce to take care of her new clit ring and the crosses for her new breasts as well. Special K looked at Max, "Special K is our project. Not just yours, and not just mine. A collaboration." She nodded and glanced at her phone, doing a few searches for the best piercers and tattoo artists working right now in their city." Did you want me to wait until tomorrow, Max?" She wasn't sure what or when he wanted to work on creating Special K, but knew the surgery, ink, and piercing would great help her image.

Top of the Charts (Frostrider and Magikal)|rating:3.0

Small Town Mystery (Semper Fi & kataphrakt

The call came in at 12:34am. Katherine had just fallen asleep after a really long day. But regardless, She dressed in dark camo cargo pants, and a gray shirt, across the back of the shirt, bold black letters read "K9 Search Team". She put her mahogany hair up in a snug ponytail, then slid on her combat boots. She holstered her sidearm on her hip, and grabbed her windbreaker. It may be March, but in Darlington, Washington, that still meant chilly. Just off the North Cascades, it stayed pretty chilly during the spring. She grabbed her backpack which had all her gear in it from the hallway closet. By this point her dogs were all but quivering, yipping messes, they were all anxious to go with, the dogs lived to work. Pale gray eyes scanned the dogs as they raced down the hallway and down the stairs to the main level. Chuckling Kat followed, she needed coffee before she left. She always had premade coffee in the fridge, for just this purpose. As it heated up, she looked at the dogs. Jasper, 4yr old, Dark Sable German Shepherd, Male. Zero, 3 yr old, Black German Shepherd, Male Viper, 2 yr old Black and Red German Shepherd, Female Riot, 1 yr old, Dark Fawn Belgian Malinois, Male The older three were already trained and certified, while Riot was still in training. The microwave dings, and She pours the coffee into her thermos. "Jasper, with me." She said as she moved towards the door. The oldest dog yaps and wiggles as he races out the door. The other dogs whine as the door is shut, and they are left at home. Opening the back of her SUV she slid Jasper's work vest on, a neon orange harness that said K9 Unit, on either side. She then loaded the dog up into the big kennel in the back of the SUV. Sliding her pack in she went around and got into the driver's seat. Looking at her phone she found the directions to the scene. The 29-year-old arrived at scene only 30 minutes after the call came in. This wasn't an unusual call, they often had tourists go missing, Darlington might be a small town, but being just off the North Cascades meant they had tons of tourists during the summer and winter months. Not so many during the spring, but even so, Kat wasn't surprised to get the call from the county sheriff. She parked her black SUV, which had white lettering, Search & Rescue across both sides and the back. Also along the back had orange letters that said "K9 Unit. Caution. Keep Back." Leaving the engine running she got out of the truck and approached the Sheriff. "Mornin' Kat." He called. She nodded. "Sheriff, what do we get?" She asked. The 45-year-old sheriff sighed. "Leah Marsh, 24 years old, here's a photo," He handed her a picture of a pretty young woman, red hair, brilliant green eyes. "She came in with a couple of friends, girls weekend. They said she went hiking, started this trail, at approximately 3:15pm. Wasn't expected to be gone more than two hours. But the friends went out to eat and then for some drinks, so it was quite some time before they noticed her missing. Had us search for her car, that's it over there." He motioned to the little Ford Focus. So you've got a number of scent articles." Kat nods, "Okay, I've got Jazz with. So He'll track her, and if it turns into a recovery, he's a cadaver K9 as well." Sheriff Dayton nodded. "Good. I'm running short-staffed tonight. So I've got a volunteer coming in to work with you." She pursed her lips, she didn't care to work with strangers, but it couldn't be helped sometimes." Well, I'll grab my scent articles and get my dog out while we wait." She went to her truck and got gloves and a plastic bag. Heading over to Leah's car she put on the gloves and searched through the car until she found a fancy girly winter glove, and a matching hat. Both of these would provide a scent for her dog to track. Sealing the bag she returned to her truck and got Jasper out. She slid on her tactical gloves, left over from her years at Seattle PD. She'd done almost six years as a cop in Seattle, her last two years on SWAT, but then she'd been shot, she still had the bullet in her, too close to her heart to safely remove. They had deemed it too dangerous allow her to return to duty, in case the bullet shifted. So instead now she lived in Darlington and trained SAR K9s, people often came from all over the state to have her help them train their K9s. She got her dog out of the truck, attached the bright orange, thirty foot tracking line to his harness, and let him just mill around, use the bathroom, and hang out until this volunteer arrived, so that they could get on the trail. "Start you piece of shit!", he barked and turned the key for the third time. Luckily the old truck coughed and sputtered back to life and the beams lit the driveway. Bert shifted the first gear on, followed by screeching from the gearbox and growling the pickup rolled off his yard into the woods and out on the freeway. "Community service my ass. Who the hell gets found at this time anyway", he grumbled to himself, growing tired of even his own voice quickly. A quick skim on the channels and he found some angry underground metal station, blasting a furious guitar riff, perfect for his current mood and to match the rhythm he put pedal to the metal and hurried along - late, as usual. He knew the spot Sheriff had told him to get to, and seeing the two sets of headlights in the distance he'd guessed right on the money. He parked some ten yards away from the cop car, frowning ponderously as he didn't recognize the SUV parked right next to it. Furthermore, he combed his fingers through his greasy, dirty blonde mane and rubbed the stubble on cheek. Furthermore, he checked he was still as unkempt as usual and hopped out of the car, work boots landing on the gravel, rubbing the front of his work denims and pulling the warm plaid jacket over his black Midnight Riders shirt. Furthermore, he adjusted the olive beanie on his head and walked to the Sheriff and... the lady?" Who the-what's she doing here Sheriff?!" Bert's eyes shot daggers at the cop lady, familiar from a few years past, a drunken haze of a trip to Seattle. "She's your partner tonight Bert so zip it!", the old man answered and looked back down to the map on the hood of the Sheriff's car. "So what? I'm stuck with her walking through the forest for the whole night? Isn't there some freeway I should be picking trash out of?" The old man sighed. "Ain't too many freeways out in these parts. Besides beggars can't be choosers. Rather take a trip to the state correctional?" Bert grimaced and bit his tongue. "Good. Kat'll take you brief you once we sort everything out, and you'll be her good little helper until further notice, got it?" Bert nodded and lit a cigarette, rubbing his hands together in the cold night air, exhaling smoke and staring into the pitch black forest. For a moment he saw something move on top of a hill, a tall silhouette of a horned animal staring right at him. A buck perhaps, nothing more, but then again... on two legs? It stood against the night sky, motionless and Bert could've sworn it stared right at him. Bert jumped as something sniffed at his ass, looking down to see the cop dog nuzzling his crack. "'EY get the fuck off me. To lady, call your mutt off me!" Bert shooed the dog away from his behind red-faced. You've got to be fucking kidding. Kat thought silently as she eyed the man getting out of the ancient truck. She remembered arresting him during her cop days several years ago. And now she was stuck with him all night. She frowned “You best be nice to my dog. He bites.” Then she slapped her leg lightly and the big dog came to her immediately and sat by her. Once the sheriff had left them she eyed Bert. “Ground rules first. Don’t talk to my dog or touch him while he’s working. Once we’re out there, no smoking. When Jazz and I track we move fast. We won’t slow down for you, so keep up. My pack will have medical equipment and a radio should I be injured. I’ve also got protein bars and water. It’s likely we’ll be out all night and possibly into the morning. “ She eyed him.“If we find any of Leah’s belongings, do not touch them without gloves. I’ll take a GPS reading before we bag the item.” She said as she grabbed her pack off the ground and sling it over her shoulders. She closed up her SUV and said, “I’ll be watching my dog, reading him, it’s your job to look out for dangers as well as other signs of Leah. Here’s a headlight.” She handed him one before she attached another to her ball cap. “Stay a few feet off to either my left or right.” She instructed She grabbed the scent article and her dog’s line and walked him to the start of the trail. “Check.” She cued, Theodor scented what was in the bag. Resealing it she stuffed it into her pack before she eyed Bert “Ready?” Without really waiting for any answer she looked at the dog. “Reverie.” The Dog leaped forward, head down as he worked back and forth until he found her trail. The dog took off at a brisk jog, when he’d reached he bend Olathe long line Kat started moving, she took was at a slow jog. This pace would be kept for up to an hour before they’d break for water. The dog alternated between head up and head down as he worked her trail, sweeping side to side, tail wagging the entire time. It could potentially be a long cold night. Kat only prayed they found Leah alive. "Yeah I won't talk to it, just keep it off my ass." He grabbed the headlight in his hand and lit it, not bothering to put it on his cap. As they jogged on, he would find little breaks here and there, falling behind a bit to get a swig off his pocket flask, quietly hissing at the burn, smacking his lips and then catching up the dog lady. He cursed under his breath at the situation, running around in the middle of a dark forest. He gave a few cursory glances around them as Kat had told him, but only half-hearted peeks to the corners of his eyes. Maybe half an hour into their hike he stopped for a breath. "Damn she doesn't stop. Fucking shit." He struggled to catch his breath and hacked a black lump out, reminding him how bad he wanted a CIG. He looked up to see where Kat had gone, seeing her headlight some ten or twenty yards away, distance growing by the moment, and again he saw a pair of horns far out on a hill, this one closer. "Another one?" He squinted as if that would help and tried to make sense of the elk staring right at him. Gorgeous pair of horns, white on its head... two legs? Bert veered his head from side to side, trying to see the hind legs, but no dice. "What the..." Kat had noticed him stop and shouted him to get moving, and as Bert turned back to the buck it had disappeared again. "Fuck, should have let me sleep. I'm seeing things." Bert moved on and caught up with Kat and the dog. "Sorry, a rock in my shoe, y'know... Listen, Kat, can we hang for a bit? I'm sure we'll find her, but I have to take a breather." Bert sat down on a stump and stretched his legs, groaning. He took out his flask and stopped himself from taking a sip, instead handing it over to Kat, trying for a smile. "Ladies first." Katherine sighed as she had to stop to shout for Bert to keep up. When he caught up, it was only to ask if they could stop. With a sigh she whistled and brought Jasper back to her. "Plate." The dog dropped immediately into a town. She shrugged her pack off to give the dog a bit of water. She eyed Bert. "You've got to be joking. A woman's life depends on us tonight, and you are drinking?" She all but snarled. She'd arrested him for drinking a clearly that hadn't done him a lick of good. Furthermore, she grabbed her water bottle and drank deeply. Furthermore, she was breathing deeply, but she hardly seemed overly exerted. "Let me guess, this is some sort of court ordered community service gig?" She asked as she shoved her bottle back into the pack. She figured Bert wasn't out here because he enjoyed nature. Kat did it because she liked having a purpose, she liked saving lives, and she enjoyed seeing working dogs doing their job. Her usual backup was sick, otherwise Kat wouldn't have even needed Bert tonight. And right about now she was weighing the pros and cons of just sending him back the way they came, all he had to do was follow the clearly marked trail, they hadn't gone off the official trail yet. Kat sat down on the grass, running an idle hand through her dog's fur, she took this time to check his feet for any injures, which there were none. She waited five minutes before saying, "Alright. Let's go." She stood and gave Jasper he sent again before shrugging on her pack. She waited to see if Bert was ready to go before she cued the dog to start searching again. Bert stared at Kat from under his brows as she scoffed at his offer. "TSK, suit yourself", he tutted and drank a big gulp of whiskey, exhaling loudly like he was breathing fire. He wiped the corner of his mouth and chuckled at the question. "What gave you the bright idea? The Sheriff breathing down my neck?" Bert spent a moment to take in the scenery as Kat tended to her dog, for the first time in quite some time breathing in the fresh air. Almost nice out here, he thought to himself. Then they were on the move again. Bert sensed the tension and realized that he was as much of a ball and chain to her as the whole affair was to him. She resented him, looked down on him. Part of it was the booze talking, but deep inside he knew that some was true. Goddamn he knew it himself. He tried to be good, he tried to make something of himself, but something always got to him, and he was back at his old habits, getting drunk and angry - getting in trouble. As they jogged on and his breath grew heavier his thoughts began to weigh more and that old rage flare up. I'll fucking show her. He jogged a few feet of Kat's left, just as she'd told him and waved the light around. The brisk pace and the cool night air must've done some wonders because Bert's mood was actually improving. He began to quietly hum to himself. "Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip 'n Dale, the rescue party..." There it was again, the buck, maybe a mile off to their left, staring right at him. "Hey Kat, come 'ere. What kind of elk doesn't just scram at the first little sign of people?" He pointed at the buck mile away, tall even for an elk, maybe 8 or 9 feet. "Do you know why they'd stand around like that for?" They continued moving, Kat didn't mind Bert's soft humming, soon they moved off the beaten trail, "Here we go," She murmured, now the search really began. This as where Leah had left the marked trail, either because something interested her, or she felt she had to for another reason. She heard Bert call to her, and she stopped the dog, just downing the animal where he was at the end of the line. She walked back towards Bert. "A elk? Around here, none would just stand there, now you get further up into the mountains and maybe, if they haven't seen enough people to know to be afraid. She looked where he was pointing and squinted her eyes, It was one tall fucking elk, but something just didn't look right. "I don't know. Could be sick, that would account for the lack of fear." She said, frowning at the creature, "Something about it just doesn't look right." She mused, trying to place exactly what looked wrong. "Come on, we should keep moving." They had almost an hour and a half on the track. They were covering ground much faster than Leah was, so with any luck they were starting to close in on her. Kat only prayed this was still a rescue mission, not a recovery. But no matter what it was, Jasper would find her. If she was dead, the dog would still find her, he was trained as a cadaver dog, and her clothes would still smell like her, so he'd still likely track right to her. Glancing at her watch, they still had four hours before dawn started, With luck they'd already have found her, or be pretty damn close. She picked up her dog's lead again and cued him to go back to work. Even Kat's legs were starting to tire so she forced the dog to work at a brisk walk, instead of the fast jog they'd been doing. Plus, now off the beaten trail it wasn't feasible to keep that fast pace going now. Bert gave one last suspicious glance at the elk as they walked on, keeping his eye on it as trees whisked by the foreground. His foot caught on a root, and he stumbled, just barely keeping his ground. He looked back up and again, the elk had vanished. "Something definitely doesn't look right here. I'm not feeling good about this at all." He walked on turning his head from side to side, then noticed Kat getting anxious as well. He took another sip of whiskey to calm himself down and sighed. "Look, Kat, I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just cold and a little scared. Jam or Janus or whatever he is going to sniff her out behind a rock sniffling, and we'll whisk her right out of here." Suddenly the dog lifted its head and pointed to a nearby, huge redwood tree, a trunk almost the size of a grain silo. "Hey your dog's got something." Bert went quiet all of a sudden, for no reason he could think. The night air grew colder, almost biting at his face; strange for this time of the year. A mist rose around them and what little sounds could have been heard before had died down completely. A faint cracking sounded from no particular direction, as if echoing throughout the forest. It sounded like the groaning of a tree bending in strong winds, but there was not even a breeze to be felt. Then they heard it. Sobbing behind the big redwood tree. Bert looked at Kat, his hackles up. Bert started to circle the redwood at a good ten yards distance. By the second the sobbing grew louder, a young woman no doubt about it. Bert grew pale at the sight: a woman tied to the trunk of three, not with ropes but... vines. Her clothes were torn, soiled like she'd rolled in the earth. A crown of thorns was set up on her head, clearly having sliced her head pretty well judging by all the blood running down her face. She was practically naked, only few strips of her shirt hanging from her shoulders, everything from her chest down exposed, cuts, big and large dotting her body. On her belly was carved something Bert couldn't make the heads or tails from, and the insides of her legs were red with dried up blood. The last one made Bert's insides turn, and he bent over, puking up his yesterday dinner and a good amount of whiskey. The dog strained harder on the leash as they approached the redwood tree. Then Kat heard the sobbing. "Good boy. Good dog." She praised. "Plate" She downed the dog, dropping her backpack by the dog, before laying a hand on her weapon as she rounded the side of the redwood with Bert. Her stomach rolled at the sight, but luckily years as a cop had dulled her gag reflex, though she didn't hold it against Bert for puking. Kat hurried to the woman as she drew her knife. "Leah? Leah Marsh? We're here to take you home." Kat said, trying to calm the woman, Using her knife she cut away at the vines until the woman was free. Kat just accepted the hug from the young woman who was clinging to her now. "Bert. Go back to my pack. I've got a first aid kit and sweatshirt in there, and a water bottle. Bring my radio to." She said the words softly, not wanting to further startle the woman still glued to her. But this wasn't just a missing woman, someone had done this to her, The Sheriff needed to know, and they needed to get her out of here. They weren't terribly far off the trail, so with luck, they'd hike back to the main walking trail, and the Sheriff could drive either his truck down, or an ATV, at least get Leah back, then Kat, Bert and Jazz could walk back to the trail head. Kat encouraged the young woman to sink down to the ground. Kat sat with her since the woman had yet to let go of her. But Kat still felt uneasy. The hair on the back of her neck was standing on end, she felt the distinct feeling of someone watching her. But a quick glance around the dark forest assured that no one else was in sight. She gave a soft whistle, and it brought Jasper around the side of the tree. A quick hand motion dropped the dog again, but at least now he was in sight. She kept up a soft stream of murmured words to try and sooth the terrified woman in her arms. She wondered what the hell had happened out here, what had happened to Leah. The physical trauma was easy for Kat to guess, but the mental? She had no clue just how deep that ran. Bert spit a Barry Luigi and wiped his mouth, reaching for his flask, the bottle clinking quietly in his shaking hand. He took the cap off with great difficulty, fingers frosty from the cold - or then again he was just scared shitless. A lonely drop of alcohol burned his tongue, but other than that he was out of liquor. He looked around the misty, dark woods for sign of anybody... or anything. He had this intangible feeling of being observed like somewhere deep in the bushes someone or something inhabited space, but the beam of his light didn't catch anything out of the ordinary. He threw the bag at Kat and stood guard. How he'd do a thing if anyone came at them escaped him, but he was trying to be ready nonetheless. He heard Kat contact the Sheriff, the signal obscured by the elevated terrain. The old man's scratchy voice agreed to Kat's plan; he'd drive the truck as far on the trail as he could, Bert, Kat, Leah and the dog covering as much of the distance they'll manage. Leah was covered with a blanket and Kat tended to her more grievous wounds. The girl chucked the water down in almost one go, clearly having been tied to the tree for a minute. Bert didn't say anything. They were in some serious shit and the air was thick with the smell of some unknown threat - something stalked them, he was sure of it. "Let's get the fuck going Kat. I don't want to spend a second more than I have to here." Leah mostly whimpered incoherently, making no sense at all, almost like she'd forgotten how to speak English. Bert noticed she held her hands on her stomach, like she was sick. Her bare belly bulged ever so slightly, which perturbed Bert, but he couldn't point to a why. Something about her felt wrong. The dog stared at her unblinking while it followed Kat's orders, listening to its master, then turning back to eye the girl. They set off to get to the trail, as fast as they managed, Leah's legs like wet noodles from malnutrition. Surprisingly they got to the main path without too many hitches and continued on the even ground. Then they heard it. A crack, echoing all around them, like a tree trunk groaning in strong winds, though they didn't feel even the slightest breeze. Suddenly Leah's eyes went wide, and she began panic and sob, looking all around her. "IT'S HERE. IT'S HERE." The dog growled and turned around to look behind them. And they saw IT. A tall figure, the same one that had followed them the whole way from afar, now maybe one or two hundred yards away, clear as day. The mist obscured it slightly, but they could clearly see the silhouette of huge buck horns on it's head, long arms that ended with elongated, sharp fingers. It was of slender build, though its skeletal arms looked like double the size of Bert's head. Its face was covered in shadows, not a sound heard. Other than the deafening silence. The dog went haywire, barking wildly, tail between its hinds."RUN!" Bert screamed and took Leah's other arm to drag the sobbing mess of a woman along the trail, away from their stalker. They made their way back towards the trail. Kat helped get Leah back, she kept Jasper on leash as they walked back. She, too, had the distinct feeling they were being stalked, and she asked Jasper for a tighter heel, closer to her as they walked. They made it back to the trail, then everything happened so fast. Leah started Screaming, Kat passed the woman off to Bert who yelled for everyone to run. But Kat didn't run, she'd never been the type. Instead, she spun, reaching for her weapon as she gave her dog a command. The dog went from being fearful to being aggressive. He lunged towards the creature, barking viciously, Kat aimed her weapon. "Freeze!" She called out. Rationality told her it was a in a costume, but Instinct told her it wasn't. "Stop where you are, or I will release my dog!" The creature didn't stop, Kat released her dog with the order to bite. The dog showed no fear as he charged at the creature. He launched himself towards the creature, and it looked like he bit, but the creature flicked him the dog off like a fly. The dog sailed through the air, and yelped as he hit a tree and fell, motionless. Kat pulled the trigger, rapidly, she fired seven times one after the other, trying to put that creature down. "Jasper!" She called, the dog let out a low whine, but he didn't manage to get to his feet. But she didn't take her eyes off the creature, unsure if he'd keep coming or if it would fall. She didn't know where Bert or Leah went, but she knew that she was what stood between them and this creature. She hoped that the sheriff would show up, And hopefully he'd have a little more firepower than what she had. Furthermore, she had to find someway to put this creature down so she could get to her dog, who was still lying about 30 yards from the creature, lying at the base of a large tree. He was struggling t get to his feet, Kat figured he had some broken ribs, possibly a broken leg. Bert looked over his shoulder at Kat standing on the road popping shots at the Creature. He dragged Leah desperately along the trail, the young woman limping with all the strength she could still muster. Blood rushed through Bert's ears like a booming drum pounding in his head. Seconds felt like ages and Bert flinched at every sound of Kat's gun. He hoped she'd be alright and cursed to himself. "God fucking damn it Sheriff where the fuck are you fuck fuck fuck.!" Light beams flickered between the trees and Bert heard the distinct hum of Sheriff's Chevy, which gave Bert a new burst of energy. He threw the lady on his shoulder and started to sprint towards the headlights. He waved and shouted frantic for the Sheriff to stop who hit the brakes and jumped out. "What the hell happened out there? Where's Kat!?" Bert threw Leah in the backseat and left her there clutching the blanket, still a panicky mess. "We have to go back Sheriff! We have to help Kat! She's in deep shit Chief!" Bert walked to the passenger side, the old man visibly baffled by everything. "What kind of shit Bert?" Bert opened the door and slammed the roof. "DEEP FUCKING SHIT LET'S GO!" Both jumped in and the Chevy Blazer roared, kicking gravel and dust as it sped back the trail to Kat. Kat faintly saw a flicker of lights across the trees, it was faint, but she knew it meant the Sheriff had arrived. Another three rounds left her gun and punched into the creature. The last two were headshots. The creature finally fell. She stood there a moment insuring it stayed down. Once she was convinced it wasn't getting up, Kat holstered her weapon and ran for her dog. The big dark shepherd lay there, whining. "Hey pal." She muttered, she felt around, feeling the bones. Yeah broken ribs, maybe a broken leg, certainly a concussion. She unclipped the dog's leash, and looked at him. "This is going to hurt pal, I'm sorry." She placed a large basket muzzle over the dog's mouth so that he couldn't bite. In pain, she wouldn't hold it against the usually friendly animal. Then she hoisted the dog up over her shoulders in a fireman carry. She glanced over to where the creature was, shocked to see that it was gone. But pooled where it fell was some type of liquid, it didn't look like blood though. That was when she saw the Sheriff's truck pulling up. She carried the dog towards the vehicle. "It's gone." She said when she saw Bert in the truck. "I don't know how it kept moving, I put ten bullets in it." She was baffled. She opened the back of the truck and laid the dog down, who yelped and squirmed. "Kat, you guys run into a bear?" The Sheriff called, still trying to make sense of what Bert had yelled and now what Kat was saying. "No Sheriff, I don't know what the fuck that was, but It wasn't any damn bear." She said, shaking her head. "There's a pool of I guess it's blood, just over there, where it finally fell. But the moment I took my eyes off of it, it was gone." She said as she climbed into the cargo area to sit with her dog. "It flicked Jasper like a fly, sent him flying." Aside from being a creature of nightmares, it had incredible strength. Bert took his cap off and run his fingers through his sweaty, greasy mane. He took out a CIG and shaking put the wrong end in his mouth and lit it, not even noticing the tobacco he was munching on. He looked at the dog, a broken mess and then Kat. A moment ago he'd barely tolerated the copper, but now had some new-found respect for the woman. She'd stood her ground against that... thing. Crows caked in the distance, as he walked to the pool of - for a lack of a better word, blood. First light was glowing over the horizon, sunrise not that far off. The blood wasn't red, instead, it was a more amber hue and sticky like sap. Bert gathered some on the end of a stick looked at it. Thick ropes of syrupy amber, that stung Bert's nose, and smelled like... rotten wood?" What bear bleeds sap Sheriff? Not any bear I know of. This was something else. I saw it watching us earlier, that's what I had to have seen all along. It had us in it's sighting before we even took a step on the trail. It caught Leah too, she's hurt pretty bad. No telling what it did to her, or what it would have done to Kat if it got its claws on her. Never seen anything like it." It wasn't here now, maybe dawn had scared it away after Kat pumped it full of lead, but the distinct feeling of being stalked from afar still remained. Sunlight began to funnel through the forest, giving a little respite from the horror, but Bert didn't want to spend another minute in there. "Let's get the hell out of here. Sooner we get Leah to a hospital the better. Right Kat?" Kat nods, "Yeah, I want to get the hell out of here. She needs a hospital and Jazz needs a vet." Kat rode in the back with her dog back to the trail head. Once there, she carried the dog over to her own vehicle, putting him in his crate in the cargo space of her SUV. She latched the cage and shut the door. "Sheriff, you let me know how Leah's doing." She said as she tossed her gear into her truck. "And Bert, you weren't a half bad partner." She threw an easy grin at him. Now that they were out of the damn forest, it was easier for Kat to try and return to normal. And she was being serious, he wasn't a half bad partner, once they'd settled some of their issues and really started working together. She called her friend who happened to be the local vet, "Hey, Ash, Jazz got hurt on a search, broken ribs, concussion, probably a broken leg, I'm about 10 minutes from your clinic. Thanks." Ashley was the town vet, and Kat's closest friend. She was always willing to come in at odd hours if Kat needed it. Kat hung up and reloaded her gun, she just wasn't convinced she was safe yet. She didn't like that the creature had disappeared. She hoped it had crawled off to die, and that she hadn't just pissed it off by shooting it repeatedly after sicking her dog on it. Furthermore, she knew that Bert was probably right, the thing had been stalking them long before they found Leah. Bert had asked several times about Elk not being afraid of people. And then she'd seen it that one time, an hour or so before they'd found Leah. Kat never had been one to believe in the supernatural, but she had no other explanation for what that was. If it had been a human in a costume, they would have died and their body still there, they wouldn't have walked away from ten bullet wounds like this creature did. "Listen, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but if you want to talk about... that thing, we could grab a coffee or something downtown. I sure as hell won't be getting any sleep after all that. And HHH.... sorry about your dog. Just y'know, call me if ya need to hash things out." Bert scratched his neck nervously and tried his best for a smile, chuckling nervously as he handed Kat a note with his number. He gave a last look at the dog in her trunk and waved his hand for goodbyes. "Bye, uhh... Jazz. Take care buddy." Bert jumped in his rusty junk of truck and drove off to the highway. The morning sun felt somehow warmer and more beautiful than it had before. In a weird, twisted sort of way the night had woken him up from a haze. He was sober and for the first time in years not thirsty. He wanted a cup of Joe, with cream and scrambled eggs. Furthermore, he felt invigorated, but something overshadowed it all. A nasty feeling in his gut about the Creature. There was no name for it, not even in the books his mom had read him when he was a kid. Not even the nastiest bogeymen ran his blood cold like the Horned Thing. It had done something beyond disgusting to this girl, cut her up and... the image of Leah's bloodied legs had seared into his mind. Her legs had only little wounds here and there, so the blood had to be from her... ethers. The symbol on her belly also bothered him. Like the Thing had marked her for something, and he remembered distinctly it's coming after them once they'd taken Leah off the redwood. It had claimed her, and they stole her from it. Bert shook his head and took deep breaths. He drove to his house, noticing for the first time how alone he felt there. Birds sung not far away, but still the quiet pressed closer. He threw his flask in the trash can and walked inside, throwing his sweaty clothes in the laundry and stepped into a hot shower. The hot water streamed down his somewhat rugged body. He looked at himself in the mirror. Tall, not in the greatest shape, but somewhat handsome, hair on his chest, broad shoulders and blonde hair. Why was he like this all of a sudden? Before last night he couldn't care less about how he looked or how bad he stunk after a week-long bender. Somehow he felt like the time before last night was ancient history. Maybe he was a new man now, who knew. He chuckled to himself and started on the breakfast. I hope she's alright. Kat took his number and chuckled, "Yeah, no one else is going to believe us, mind as well talk to each other." It would be good to talk about it, at some point. But for now, she hopped in her truck and sped towards the vet. She remained at the vet for several hours helping Ashley check over the dog and tend to him. They got his body x-rayed, his leg cast, he got some fantastic pain meds, and on Kat's insistence some antibiotics because he'd bitten that creature. Then Kat made her way home, she let the other dogs out to play and helped Jasper in and to his kennel so he could rest. She went in and showered, wanting to wash the night off of her. On a sigh she dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She kept her gun near her as she went to the kitchen to have breakfast. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to sleep or not, but she figured she'd try. Furthermore, she made an omelet quick and ate it standing in the kitchen window, watching her dogs play outside. Furthermore, she had always loved living here, but now the idea of being surrounded by the forest on three sides wasn't appealing. Finishing her breakfast she let the dogs in, fed them before curling up on the couch. She watched some TV, and ended up falling asleep with her pack of dogs surrounding her. But she only slept a couple of hours before the nightmares of that creature woke her up. With a gasp she bolted up right, breathing hard. She saw it was noon already. Scrubbing her face she got up and took everybody outside. She laid Jasper down in the sunlight, then went to play fetch with the rest of them. She hoped that being normal and doing normal things would help her settle in and not focus on whatever the hell that creature was. But her gut was turning, she knew this wasn't the end, in fact it was likely only the beginning. It felt like her and Bert had started something out in those forest, they'd taken Leah from that monster, and she doubted it would forgive that insult any time soon. She wondered if maybe she should invite Bert over for dinner tonight or tomorrow, they could talk about it, though she wasn't sure what good that would do, it wasn't like they could figure out what it was, it was something that shouldn't exist, and yet somehow it did. She just frowned as she kept throwing tennis balls for the dogs. It stood there in his yard. Crows cawed on the trees just above it. A murder, that's what they called a flock of crows. It stood in his yard and lifted his hand to point at him. Mine. It had come for Leah. She belonged to it now, and they had taken her from it. The sky grew dark, and a shadow fell over Bert's house. The shoddy metal roof rusted and eroded away, and the trees died where they stood, the crows melting away leaving only rotting bones. It did not move, yet it closed in on him, like the earth was swallowing him right to it. It's clawed, giant hand was squeezing around Bert's face. And he woke up. Bert rubbed the tiny bump on his forehead. He'd been out of it for a while and didn't even remember falling asleep. Noon sun shone on his yard. Empty. The birds sung in the trees and the scene was down right serene. Still Bert felt trapped in his house. He put on a T-shirt and a worn out leather jacket. He jumped in somewhat clean jeans. Furthermore, he took a brush and stepped outside on the porch to clean his boots, still crusted with dried earth. Even the dirt reminded him of last night. Being alone made him anxious now, so hopped in his truck and drove downtown. He drove through the town, not really going anywhere, more on a leisurely drive around the few streets Darlington had to offer. Leah! She'd probably be asleep in the hospital or at least on some pretty hefty meds, but he'd go check on her anyway. He drove to the Darlington clinic, a small practice on the northwest side of the town. It'd be too early for her to be transferred to Arlington for hospital care. She wasn't dying as far Bert recalled, but she would definitely be in need of a shrink after the wringer she'd been through. He walked to the reception. "Hey, uhh... not family or anything, but is there any chance I could see umm... Leah? I was part of the rescue team that found her and was just wondering if I'd get to take a look and see how's she doing." The nurse at the counter looked up from the computer screen and looked around. "I'm not supposed to let anybody see her, doctor's orders y'know." Bert nodded and sighed. "I know, I get it. She's shook up pretty bad, but I just need to get a quick look-see, make sure she's at least somehow alright. Sweetie, do this for me okay, I won't forget it ever." He leaned against the counter and gave her the best puppy eyes he could come up with. Considering what a shaggy guy he looked like it was a miracle she fell for it. "Adrift, but only a quick visit, and don't wake her up ok? You'll owe me."" Sure, sure, thanks uhh... Megan", Bert cheated her name off her tag and grinned. They arrived at Leah's room. Bert couldn't go inside, he wasn't able to. He stood by the window of the door and looked at her, bandaged up, IV-drip hanging off her left arm. Monitors beeping peacefully. Her belly caught his eye again, bulging up ever so slightly. "Something wrong with her insides, Megan?" Megan spoke in a hushed voice, not because Leah could hear, but because it worried her as much as it did Bert. "Gary fixed her up pretty good. Nothing too serious on her except for the lacerations and little cuts here and there. But it's not the worst. Gary thinks she was... assaulted, sexually y'know. She was all torn up down there and there were signs of uhh..." Bert waved his hand, as a sign he'd gotten the just of it. "She uhh... she's expecting?"" We did an ultrasound on her, but nothing came up. She shows all the other signs, but there's no evidence of an... embryo." Walking out of the hospital Bert regretted he'd ever come. That hadn't done anything to help the nasty feeling in his gut. He looked at the tree covered hills and mountains around Darlington and walked to his truck. He opened the trunk and did inventory on what he had. An axe, a heavy-duty Maglite, a Jerry can and his toolbox. Not much, but a good start. He sat on the tailgate and pondered. She was getting itchy, just being alone so close to the forest. Even with her dogs. So she looked at them. "Want to go for a ride?" The dogs all started yapping and spinning. She opted for her pickup truck, loading the healthy dogs up into the truck, and she took Jazz back inside the house, before she grabbed her gun and headed to the truck. With Zero riding shotgun, the other two in the backseat, she headed into town. She needed groceries, and she wanted to be around people for a little while. She had to drive right past the little clinic, tilting her head when she saw Bert's truck, and then saw Bert sitting on the tailgate. Furthermore, she drove her truck into the lot. "Hey, you're doing alright?" She asked as she rolled the window down, her truck idling next to his. She felt that they were bonded now, at least in a little way, after all, aside from Leah they were the only ones who had seen that creature. They had survived it together. Her pale eyes watched Bert, wondering how he was handling this. Even having years of training to expect the unexpected and to handle everything with calm, clear thinking, this had rattled her, she couldn't imagine what it would do to a civilian. "I was thinking about seeing if you wanted to come over for dinner, we could talk about what happened out there. Not sure if it'll do us any good, but who knows." She said with a shrug. Bert didn't even notice the pickup rolling next to him until Kat hollered at him. He was lost in thought, but snapped out and as he saw her face, his eyes lit up. "Kat! Yeah, MMM.... I'm doing OK I guess. Not too shabby considering. Just a bit shook up still. Went to see Leah, but that didn't help all that much." Bert's eyebrows raised as she invited him for dinner. He hadn't eaten a home cooked meal in a while, so the offer was tempting. And maybe it was that they'd both gone through the same, but Bret felt a bit at ease with her. He felt alone in the house, he felt alone in the hospital with Megan, but with Kat... not so much." Yeah sure, why the hell not right?" Bert hopped in his hunk of junk and after a few tries with the ignition got the engine purring again. He drove after Kat, and noticed the angry metal blaring from his radio speakers. He switched the channel to some soft, classic rock. Furthermore, he laughed at himself, turning into a walking cliché. She nods, "Alright, I just have to stop at the store." She drove to the store, leaving the windows down and parking in the shade, the dogs chilled happily in the car. She went in and bought the necessities before going back out and driving back to her place, making sure that Bert's truck was still following. Getting back she let the dogs out and glanced at Bert. "Guess I didn't want to be alone so I dragged them all with me to town." She chuckles, carrying the groceries she saw the dogs getting curious about Bert. "Knock it off, Leave him alone." Remembering how he hadn't cared for Jasper sniffing him. The dog obediently left the man alone. "Come on inside," She checked on Jasper, who was happily in his kennel. He'd be there for the next six weeks while his bones healed." You like steak? It's one of the few things I can safely cook." Admittedly, Kat wasn't the greatest cook, in fact it was almost dangerous for her to cook. But she could do steaks, potatoes and a veggie with relative safety. She started unpacking the groceries, "Make yourself at home." She said to Bert as she started putting things away. They still had a little while before she'd have to start dinner, but she figured they'd eat a little early. She went and got Jazz out of his kennel, making him lay on a dog bed, so he could at least be a part of the group, even if he had to lay down and be calm. The dogs fussed around him and sniffed at his legs, until they were called off. He wasn't used to that many dogs, let alone three at once smelling his feet, but Kat seemed to have a good handle on them. It was kind of funny to Bert and for the first time he actually heard himself laugh a little. "It's cool, I know I smell good for a chance and not like old hooch." Kat laid Jazz on the dog bed and went to start dinner. Bert crouched over to him and petted his soft, short fur. He felt warm and looked at Bert, like he too knew they'd started something. "Hey buddy, you have to take it easy. You already did so much. You were brave and fought with momma. I wish I'd get some of that courage you got there in your noggin'", he scratched the top of Jazz's head and chuckled as the dog licked his hand." Seems only fair I'd do my share for the meal", Bert took the cutting board and a knife and started with the greens. The few years spent as a line cook had paid off, the knife like an extension of his hand. He took the onions and sliced them into slim, delicate rings so they'd sauté easier, then diced the broccoli, throwing a pinch of salt and pepper on them. "Let me get those potatoes", he swooped them off Kat and cut them in wedges, threw them into a tray, smothered them in olive oil and seasoned with salt, black pepper and herbs. He washed his hands and leaned on the counter, watching Kat grill the steaks. She looked kinda nice in her shorts and tank, firm body from all the hard work she'd put in, hair tied back, which kinda made her look a bit uptight to Bert - something he never knew he'd be into, like he was right now. Kat made sure the dogs stayed outside while they were cooking dinner. Except Jazz. She smiled when she saw Bert petting him, the dog's tail thumping. Kat just nodded when Bert started cutting the greens. "Just rummage for whatever you need." She said as she seasoned the steaks and got them on a plate. She stepped out of the kitchen door to a side little porch where her grill was. Furthermore, she'd never really done relationships, but this was kinda nice, doing something as domestic as making dinner together. In the past, making dinner with or for a man meant her SWAT unit from the police department got together, and they attempted to cook dinner, sometimes it turned out well, sometimes it didn't, but it was always fun mayhem. But this, with Bert, it was calming. She left the steaks for a moment so she could come back in. "I've got soda to drink, wine, beer, orange juice, water." She offered as she started to clean up some of the mess she'd made, so clean up would be easier at the end. Pretty quick Kat went back out to flip the steaks, adding just a little bit more seasoning. Not too long after, they were done, Kat placed them on a plate and brought them back inside. She set each steak on its own plate. "Alright, dinner is served." She chuckles, she left the kitchen for a moment to glance out the window, assuring the dogs were all still there. She didn't expect them to go anywhere, but especially with Riot, the youngest, she wanted to make sure they didn't go off chasing anything. The onions sizzled softly in the butter. Bert looked out of the window and saw Kat outside by the grill, watching her little pack run around the yard. A downright serene sight, he wondered how things turned so well after all the trouble they had got in. He smiled to himself and turned up the heat, browning the onions little by little, throwing in the broccoli. He liked to use more butter to get a little sauce together with the onions and greens. A pinch of salt and pepper on it, and he put the lid on. He washed some of the dishes together with Kat." Soda will do fine. I think I might lay off the alcohol for a while, seems to get me on all sorts predicaments. Though not all bad I guess", he winked and smiled at Kat, then wiped his hands off and checked the greens. Beautifully sautéd, browned in the butter. He threw some coriander in with them and then poured it all in even portions to both plates. He sat down and cracked the fizz open and toasted Kat's beverage "To MMM... life! And new friends!" he looked Kat straight in her eyes. It meant bad luck not to keep eye contact while toasting, or so Pops used to say. Bert cut into the meat and noticed it wasn't half bad. A little overcooked for his taste, but he hadn't told her in any case. "Tastes great, thanks Kat." He dined and smiled to himself. He smiled because he knew he was smiling. It felt weird, but most importantly, it felt good. She toasted with him with her water, "New friends," She agreed. She started eating as well, "The greens are fantastic." She complimented, The meal was nice, Kat ate slowly, enjoying the meal. "So you saw Leah?" She asked curiously, remembering he'd mentioned he'd seen her, that was why he was in the hospital parking lot when she'd seen him. She ate a bite of her meat, as she watched Bert. He'd mentioned that seeing Leah hadn't helped any, and she wondered why that was. Normally, even after a rough assignment, it helped to see the person they'd saved. But of course calling this last assignment rough was an entire understatement." Part of me still assumes that this was some horribly dream or some figments of imagination." She sighed, "I've been trying to find a rational explanation of what had happened. But nothing makes sense." She shook her head, but no matter how many things she thought of, there was no rational explanation for what ever the hell that was out there. And it was driving her just a little crazy as she thought about it and failed to find a logical reason for this. Bert's face sank once he heard her name. Suddenly it felt pretty obvious the afternoon was turning to the eve, and soon dusk would come. "Yeah I saw her. She was pretty dinged up, though they'd patched her up pretty good. She wasn't fine by any measure though. Megan... I mean the nurse said there were signs of MMM... wellhead messed with her privates, done something to her. Like it had gotten her... pregnant, but nothing came up in the ultra. I don't like it one bit." Kat wondered if it had all been a nightmare after all. "Go see Leah in the clinic and tell me if you're still dreaming. That Thing is real, even if it's something anybody's ever seen before. I notice you're still packing heat as well. I get it, I really do. If it vanished like that, who's to say It doesn't just appear out of nowhere and catch someone and drag them back to Its lair." Bert noticed his throat felt dry again, that old familiar thirst starting again. Suddenly the beer she offered didn't sound too bad. He shook his head. Fuck that." It marked Leah for something. It wants her back", he looked outside and saw that the sun was setting, a few stars already dotting the sky, then his eyes widened from realization. "We have to get back to the clinic!" Kat nodded, "Yeah I figured she'd been assaulted." There weren't many other reasons for blood on the woman's thighs like that. Then her eyes were wide, "Pregnant?" That thought was disturbing. "If she'd carry something from it, He's going to come back for her." Her hand touched her gun lightly, nodding, she normally didn't carry her gun all the time, but for now she did. He mentioned going back to the hospital. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. Give me a minute." She ran upstairs and changed clothes, holstered her weapon on her hip, she kenneled Jasper, and let the other dogs in. "Alright. You guys gotta stay here. You can't help with this." She ruffled their furs. She wouldn't risk another one of her dogs, Jasper was the biggest, most powerful dog she owned, and this creature had tossed him like a rag doll. Furthermore, she wouldn't put her other dogs in danger. She eyed Bert, "You know how to shoot? I can give you a gun." If he knew how to handle one, she'd give him one. She wasn't eager to go toe to toe with this monster again, but she didn't want it to take Leah again. So they'd go back to the hospital, they'd protect her, if it came to that. "Haven't held one after I got back, and don't intend to... Besides, if it got away from you after a full clip then I don't think a couple more will do the trick either." Bert walked to the trunk of his pickup and took out a big hatchet. "Easier to take one car, and I'll wager your ignition won't put up as much of a fight as ol' Hillary." He jumped in his car, and they sped off, Bert clutching the axe, nervously fiddling with the grooves of the old wooden handle. The clinic parking lot was empty except for the Sheriff's Chevy and a few others. It wasn't a big practice, just ol' Gary Cooper MD running the joint with Megan and a couple of other nurses helping him out. It was getting dark, first hours of twilight starting up with some clouds, but otherwise good visibility. Jumbo mountain stood strong, immovable, dark and ominous in southern horizon. North Mountain was just a rock's throw on the outskirts of the town. Bert figured if the Creature made its home in the woods, it'd come out as far in the forest as it could, the nearest trees in the west." You go check on Leah, I'm good for now. I'll stand guard out here. Or something", he mumbled the last words and flung the axe on his shoulder, lighting a cigarette. The orange streetlights began to wake up from their day sleep and aside from a few cars, the streets were pretty quiet. They arrived at the hospital, and she nodded, "Alright," She headed inside, nodding to the nurses, she found Leah's room and sighed, looking in, the woman was awake. Kat could see her stomach was distended, like a pregnancy. Kat frowned. "Hi Leah," She said, still from outside the room, to not frighten her. "I'm Katherine. I was part of the team that rescued you. I wanted to come see how you were coping." She said softly. She knew that asking if the woman was okay, was stupid, of course she wasn't. Furthermore, she also didn't feel it was important to mention that she thought the creature might be coming back for her. She saw the light fading outside and she felt her gut clench. If that creature was coming back, he'd come at night. It seemed like it had an aversion to daylight, which gave Kat all sorts of ideas, what with UV lights and all sorts of technology, it would be possible to make it daylight 24 hours a day. She had a thought that at some point her and Bert should let the Sheriff know, but then again, it might be better to have some more evidence of any variety before trying to convince the sheriff that they were not crazy and that some sort of demon was in this town. Bert tapped the asphalt with his boot anxiously, sucking the fifth cigarette in thirty minutes into a stump and threw it on the ground with the rest, one still smoking. His hand was shaking like a leaf as he reached to his pocket and started to dig for another tar stick, scrunching the empty pack into a little ball and throwing it over his shoulder. "Shit!" His breath was clouding in the cold night air, the last little flaming orange glimmer of the sun as if waving its goodbyes to him as it sunk over the horizon. The orange streetlights lit their little spots, but of course most of the streets and especially the woods were dark as ever. He could see some headlights far away in the small roads cutting through the western forest; there were a few small shacks out there right next to the mountains. Why didn't it just drag lonely widowers or hermits out of their cabins and do them over? Nah, it had to be something about Leah. People went missing all the time in the trails, though not too often - and mostly young outsiders. Or at least Bert recalled it so, to be sure he had to confirm it, from Sheriff's records if nothing else.aaaAAAAAOOOOOOOoooooooh! A chill ran down Bert's spine and he almost dropped his axe. The deep cry came out from nowhere in particular, so by instinct Bert crouched by the front of the car, hiding from the edge of the forest. He couldn't see anything moving in the shadows, but he knew. It was here. Kat was talking with Leah who was still quite panicky, her stomach hurt, and she didn't understand why it was distended. Kat was sitting in a chair, when she heard a faint cry, felt chills run up her spin. "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it." Kat snarled. She stood, drawing her weapon. "Come on." She forced Leah up out of bed, got her into a wheelchair and put her in the bathroom. "Stay quiet. No matter what happens, do not make a sound." Leah nodded fearfully. Kat shuddered as she turned all the lights in the room on, making it as bright as possible. Even if it didn't deter the creature, at least she'd get a damn good look at it this time. She prayed Bert was okay outside. She couldn't go check, she had to keep herself between Leah and the demon. Furthermore, she fingered the tactical blade she had on her other hip. If the gun didn't put it down, perhaps her knife would, placed just so, but would a heart shot work? Or would she have to go for the throat. There was no protocol for defending against demons, she'd have to go with her gut at the moment. A part of her wondered why she was doing this. This creature wouldn't stop until it had Leah, and obviously it wasn't killed easily. But then she reminded herself that she had vowed to protect people. Even if it was from something unexplainable. Bert hugged the fender of Kat's truck and scanned the edge of the forest anxiously. The hair on his neck stood up; this all took him back years, reminded him of crouching behind a Humvee just waiting for hajjis to burst out of nowhere. His heart felt like bursting through his chest, cold sweat ran down his back and his knuckles were white, fingers hooked around the hatchet, gripping it like a vice. He knew he was supposed to be scared shitless, but he also knew this kinda panic had happened before. The boozing helped them plenty, and now that he'd gone off it, the episodes came back. He heard the distinct clink of the clinic door and peeked over the hood of the car, and to his horror saw Sheriff step out on the lot, lighting his pipe, most likely to see what the sound was about. He always stunk from smoking that thing, his favorite Virginia leaf he must've called it. Not the best timing for sure." Psssst! Chief! Get the fuck out of there you have no idea what's coming!", Bert hissed as loud as he had the guts to get the Sheriff's attention. The old man squinted and turned to Bert. "Who's there? Bert? You the one moaning out here?" A crack, like a timber falling and from thick, tangible shadows at the edge of the forest, the Creature stepped onto the parking lot. In the streetlights Bert could see it clearly for the first time, his mind reeling from what he saw: a tall, at least seven to eight foot figure, slender build for its size, but elongated limbs as thick as young tree trunks. Tree trunks came to mind easily, its skin like old, dead tree's bark, darkened and gray, covered with specks of moss. It wore a brown leather loincloth, stitched together from different color skins, perhaps from different animals - or then again, different victims. Bert looked up to Its waist and saw, to his horror, not one, not two, but three skulls hung on a rope or yarn belt. At the ends of its long, slender arms were large hands with long claws, like sharpened branches. Under a patchy leather hood poked out Its head, resembling a skull of a buck, a crude mask for a killer, except for the clear feeling that it stared at one with those empty, hollow burrows. Crows cawed in the trees above it and Sheriff turned to it baffled." Halloween's six months off buddy, what are you doing out there in that get up?" The Old Man wasn't new on the job, handling the situation like an officer of the law should. He lay his hand on his holster, opened it and held the grip ready to draw at a moment's notice. Bert didn't know what to do. It had brushed Jazz off like nothing, but he hadn't yet seen what it could do to a grown man. Bert didn't hear a word, but then the Sheriff spoke up suddenly: "W-what? Her? How'd you know she was here?" The Creature groaned angrily, a deep growl that grabbed onto Bert's gut and twisted them. This Thing was nightmare incarnate, a Thing that should not exist, yet there it was, talking up the Chief, who had no idea what kind of danger he was in. Bert psyched himself up, he knew he had to do something. The Creature took a step, the sound of Its foot landing on the asphalt like a tree crashing down on it. It felt and sounded like a giant, towering over the Old Man and Bert both. The Sheriff drew his gun out "Not a step further freak! Stay right where you are!" The barrel of the Old Man's service revolver shook. The Thing decided to stand back for the moment, and Bert started to sneak behind the bushes to Its flank. A second there Bert thought it would stay put, and so did the Sheriff, who took his eyes off it to call the station for backup. His eyes glanced at the speaker on his shoulder, and Bert knew he'd fucked up. In an instant the Creature punched Its hand through the ground like soft dirt, and a rumble traveled in a straight path under the concrete towards the Old Man. Roots shot out of from under the Sheriff's feet and wrapped around his legs, snaking up his body, twisting around his torso, squeezing his rib cage painfully like a boa constrictor, they started to reach his neck. Now or never Bert darted after the Creature. No war cry, only the hatchet slung over his shoulder, arms tensed up like springs. His boots patted on the lot as the Creature slowly turned to look at Bert, who felt some ancient terror look at him like an insect as he finally broke into a roar. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck Youku!" He screamed and ran behind it, swinging the axe with all the force he could muster, sinking the hatchet into its right shoulder, even crouched on Bert's eye level. It let out a soft, muffled grunt and lowered Its head for a moment. It tensed up and Bert looked at the Old Man who stared at him eyes wide, confused to no end probably, and croaked as the roots coiled around his neck, grabbed at his face and twisted his head around like a twig. The Old Man's neck let out a quiet snap, his windpipe so squished he only managed a hoarse ugh as the roots broke him. Bert watched in horror as the old pain in his ass stood, bound in roots, mangled up, more like a mannequin the Monster had posed in a macabre display. It removed Its hand from the ground, and suddenly Bert realized he was next. The hatchet had sunk deep into it's bark skin shoulder. Bert pressed his boot against his back to yank the axe out, but the Creature reached behind It, and its long claws dug into Bert's torso, who yelled in agony as the knifelike fingers stuck him into his guts. The Creature pulled Bert in front of him and stared at him, almost like smiling at Bert, the grim grin of It's buck skull face staring right at him. He felt the fingers curl tighter around him, like five daggers slowly digging deeper into his stomach and back. Then a cry came out from inside the clinic. "Let me go! I need to go with it! It wants me to go with it!" Leah? Both Bert and the Monster holding him up turned to face the door, then the Creature flung Bert a good ten yards back first against a streetlamp, and he dropped on the ground like a rag doll, everything going black. "K-Kat...," he whispered as darkness took him.

Small Town Mystery (Semper Fi & kataphrakt|rating:4.0

Sanguine Roses & Elemental Doom

Laying there the girl cried and kept her eyes closed as she thought of her family. The stokes he made over her hair stopped the shaking but not her fright. Soon as she moved she made a little noise and cried more. Her mind lost in her past. She moved a hand clung to him as she sobbed. Listening to the song she began to calm down. His voice was soothing. She curled up into her arms and drifted back to sleep, tears still falling but soon stopped as she whispered something to him. Glad he was there for her. Her mind registered he was singing but not the fact she was no longer aware. Ann had calmed by the time the song was ended in terms. D`loud looked to the girl as she knelt by the pond and stood. Looking to the thick brush he looked around and saw a pup. Stepping closer he held his hand to it. It sniffed him, and he began to talk in lo growls. Its mother was close by and soon she came. Growling but he convinced her to stay and greet his friend. He leads them to her and looked to the tad pole, "A frog. Here... meet some wolves. Rare to have friendly ones." he then let the pup come near, he began to pet the mom. Talking to her in his native dog speech. Explaining who the girl was to the wolf so she understood what he was doing. The sky was filled with smoke as from bellow a town was in flames and people ran about to try and stop their homes from becoming ashes. Though the uproar was a rather strange one; only an hour before a fireball had streaked through the skies and brought forth renegade embers to the homes and stores below its path. It had landed in the dead center of the town and left a deep crater in its wake, within the impact hole was a ton of flames but not much of a rock just a large dog sized shape that was smoldering in the hole. Some people sat and just gazed into the hole in shock, wondering why such a small thing had caused so much damage. It was not impossible either to have an event like that, but the event was still a shock to some. Some lost interest and went back to help the others as the rest came to follow for nothing interesting was going on with the glowing ball. Some of the towns folk though had been burned greatly and not many had the medicine for it, but the local drug store which was in smolders by now. One of the towns people though was stuck inside a building watching as all of what she had to live for burned down to ashes. The door was blocked by a called shelf and no one saw her inside, she was wearing black jeans and a tank top with her hair braided. She banged on the glass and soon the glass go too hot to touch, and she backed up crying. This was always how it had been for her, no one to be there for her. Soon the smoke got to her, and she began to choke, covering her mouth as her body was going numb she took one last gaze at the outside world only to be blasted back by a gust of air and glass. Falling to land on the wall she slid down with a few cuts on her head and arms, she looked at the window as the smoke began to leave she saw a glowing eyed figure of a... A dog? Or was it a horse? It had to be a clientele from its height, but it was oddly shaped. Its ears wear longer, and it had two horns curving out from its jaw, it even had a long whiplike tail with a scythe on it. She groaned and rolled to her side coughing, she could hardly breathe now. The creature came into the building and walked through the glass and framing of the building, it stood by her still form and a bit softly on her arm and dragged her upon it's back and walked out of the building. The fresh air was soft on the girl's lungs, and she groaned as she woke up. She sat up a bit and realized she was on the back of a large red, orange, and brown furred animal. The air about it was warm and she blinked. Where was she and was she dead? But the main question was for her, what the heck was she riding? With a bump she hit the back of it's neck as it stopped and laid on it's belly, the girl figured it wanted her off so she slid off and backed up staring at the creature as its weird appearance took on an aura of flames. The animal stood and watched the girl who stood just looking at it with a very scared expression. It snorted with a roll of its eyes before making a face and yawning with its sung out, after that it lowered it's head and narrowed its eyes at her before nosing at her. The girl scratched her head at its odd behavior, but then it opened its mouth, and she feared the worst, only did she heard words. WAKE UP With a start Antenna West woke up and clutched her beating chest with a trembling hand, "That dream again..." she muttered and slid out of bed. Her nightclothes were red sweatpants and a red T-shirt. She walked about the apartment room and went into the living room to see if her guest was still there. It had been two weeks since she had found the boy/man; well it was more of he found her. She had been in her work at her flower shop when a burglar tried to steal every penny she had, the boy had seen it and thrashed him and gave him a warning. She was grateful to him, but he looked rather ill so she brought him to her place so he'd be able to recoup and get better before he left. He had no ID card, no money, no nothing but the parcel on his back and what he wore. It made her worry though; the man had been under for a few days now and since then those dreams have been bugging her. What did they mean? Ann had no idea but decided to just be a good girl and wait it out, just as she had always done. Anveena went to the couch to sit on the stool and reach over brushing some of the man's black hair from his face. He was rather pale, but she figured it was because of his fever. To her, he kind of resembled some anime character just a more gothic version with how he dressed like a ninja. The parcel he had caries lay in front of the couch, he had tole her not to touch it, and she knew she'd never do that. After all he was a guest, and she had to respect him, especially after saving her and her store. Standing up the girl went to the kitchen and wrote a note static that shed be out shopping for a while and when she'd get back shed see how he was doing. Ann knew for a fact he woke up when she was gone, the apartment was always clean and the chores were finished. It made her smile to know that he at least was a good-hearted being. With that she shut the door and went out and down the stairs to lead outside where she walked down the streets to go get some of her groceries from the list that was slowly building up on her. Hopefully nothing from the supernatural realm would find her, but with how her luck was... It always found her. [IMG]Race: Dragon Height: 6' 8 1/2"Weight: 250 lbs (pure muscle)Age: Appears 19-21Name: Viper Lance Human Name: Vance Ability: Snake Charmer/Summoner Disability: Temperament (is a dragon after all)[IMG]Race: Alien Height: 4' 8"Weight: 65 lbs Age: Appears 16Name: Lilia SundancerAbility: Healing, Sign Language, Magic Talk (using her fairy dust or her mind)Disability: Mute Vance leaned against a wall. Pulling a long drag from his cigarette. This world bored him. Was there not a damn person who knew of the supernatural left? Or at least didn't believe it fairytales? As old as he was he found the rising stupidity of humans irritating. He wondered how long it would be until they killed themselves off. How long until they blew themselves up in a meaningless war. That was something humans had always done really well at...having wars. He started walking as he took another drag from his cigarette. He blew out the ring of smoke. Were he not trying to be incognito then the temptation to show these puny humans a thing or two about fire would have taken over? As it was, he was trying to keep the dragon part of himself under the wraps. All tied up in a neat little package. One of the last he had no intentions to make Channel 9 news or anything else of the sort. Taking another long drag before the cigarette shrunk down to the filter and then a bit past it. He threw the smoke bud away and blew out the last ring of fire. It would smell like brimstone. He missed the taste of that stuff. Maybe he should go grab some brimstone from an active volcano. It always tasted the best then. He looked around and as he walked he felt something. A source of energy. Now that was interesting. Energy sources like that meant someone of power or someone who could see power was around. Either way it was worth investigating. He continued walking. A snake in the pet store talking to him. He shook his head. "Not today..." He said to it in dragon. Of course snakes still remembered the tongue of dragons. He kept walking despite the disappointed hissing he heard from behind him. Only one thing was of concern right now...locating that power source. He walked right into a young woman. Reflexively launching his hands out and caught her shoulders to prevent her from falling. That is when he sensed it. He looked at her. "You know of the supernatural." He said. Not a question. He stated it like it was a well known fact. He let her go. "I apologize for running into you." He said. "I was trailing the power source. I hope you will forgive this old...being." He said. Barely preventing himself from saying dragon. The slight hesitation came in from barely catching himself. He looked at her. "Who are you? My name is Vi---Vance." He said Lilia was lost. She had crash-landed on this world and didn't know where she was. She sensed someone similar to her. Furthermore, she needed to find them. Needed to get where it was safe. She had assumed this form due to the scanners saying the dominate life form was something called a HUE-MUN. Whatever that was. She didn't know but needed to blend in. She left the spaceship, and it exploded no sooner had she done so. Furthermore, she bit her lip and looked at the flaming wreckage. Well at least nobody could take her ship now. It was just a puddle of molten flaming metal now. Her eyes filled with sorrow as she was now stranded. She needed to find him. That one whose life force was similar yet possibly different from her own. Plus...she was scared. She didn't know how to speak the human language. Yet she knew other languages so maybe she would luck out. If she heard it spoken she would begin to pick it up. As far away from a city as she was she doubted that would happen any time soon. She hurried away from the flaming wreckage before it drew anyone's attention. She called out with her mind. Can you hear me? Only to anyone human it would sound like @#!$#%^%$&*[email protected]#@#?*camp;^%#[email protected]@#%$&[email protected] instead of English. She kept calling out. Her voice would echo into the sleeping male's head. It would come in broken like static through a television screen. Can...***you...***hear...***me?***... Help... The soft voice would continue crying out. It might also be heard by the young woman due to how powerful the supernatural wave was. The days when she had been alone all she had to look forward to the next day was reading books from the library about the fantasy world. She loved the stories but when she got older - they came true. It made her life stressful sometimes because they were drawn to her. Like the strange boy who currently lived with her. She knew he was supernatural, just because she could see it in his eyes. She saw something no one could, even though he had said he wasn't she told him not to lie. It took a while before he told her he was not of her world, from a different Realm. Ann was scared and timid, she didn't want to lose her friend, but she was also scared to meet evil supernaturals. Looking to her list she sighed and then bumped into something and was about to fall back when she felt hands, hands catch her by her shoulders. Looking up she saw a man, a man with chopped blond hair and deeper eyes than she had ever seen before. His eyes were different from the glowing eyes of the boy at her place, these were older and much more wise. Then the man she bumped into spoke, telling her she knew of the supernatural. She did, wait... he couldn't be one, could he? Maybe. Ann looked to him and played with her long black hair, and blinked her brown eyes. He told her he was trailing some power source, and that he wanted to be forgiven for bumping her." I-I forgive you sir..." she said with a timid tone, she then began to fiddle with her dark gray dress and watched him, she wondered why he hesitated. Though Antenna was curious she couldn't help but talk to him, "I-I... I am Antenna..." she said it shyly, even though she lived with the strange boy now... she still had a hard time talking to males, "How did you know I know... of the... supernatural, Vance?" she asked in her quiet voice. That was when her mind split, and she groaned clutching her head, something was trying to get help, but it was hurting her mind. She was just a Human who could be of the supernatural but... she was still weak to it at times. Sleeping the male from a different dimension turned his head and squinted his eyes in his sleep before waking up. Sitting up straight he grabbed the parcel he had been carrying and looked around. He hadn't waked up from dead sleep like that ever, something was wrong. He had heard static, and he looked around, that was when he heard it again. Furthermore, he stood and ran out the door. Furthermore, he could hear the female, and he was going to find her. Furthermore, he was an Esper, he could easily track the voice, but he had to act Human. Who, who calls for help? Where are you close to? Wait there... I'll find you. D`loud ran down the streets and kept running even as he soon got out of the busy area. He wanted to help who called him in his sleep. Whoever it was sounded scared, frantic... The male ran and narrowed his eyes as he looked around, if only he could track easier. All he had was her voice... nothing else. Vance look at her. Studying her. Would she lie to him Would she tell him no? That he was wrong? She was studying him. Looking into his eyes and seemed to know something that she could only know if she was aware. She smelled human, but that wasn't exactly a comment he could say without revealing things about him. He watched her playing with her long black hair. She had pretty brown eyes. NO! He could not study the human and feel interested in her. He just stayed quiet. What would she do if she knew he was one of the three left of an ancient race? Of the race of dragons? He wasn't going to risk it yet. He needed to learn more about the raven haired beauty before he made any decision to do anything. She spoke and he listened to the timid voice. "Thank you." He said simply;y. A slight smile crossed his face. She was nervous. Why? It wasn't like he was in his large pure white dragon form. She seemed to be having a hard time talking to him. "Antenna...." He said. Sounding it out like it was an exotic-fruited flower. "What a beautiful name." he said with a soft smile. He looked at her. She seemed to be hesitant or nervous around him. Such a curious young human she was. "I am much older than I appear." He said cryptically. Not exactly answering the question. He saw her in pain and closed the distance. Reaching forwards and touched her arm. The pain would subside as he took it into himself. Wincing for a split second before the pain faded. "I am one of what you would call the supernatural." He whispered into her ear. "I have been looking for people who know of or are of the supernatural. Not many are left it would seem." Lilia whimpered silently. Looking around. Scared and frantic to find someone who would be able to understand. She was so afraid. The fear transmitted into her voice that she called out with. She hadn't meant to wake the man from his deep sleep. She just needed help. Lost and afraid because she didn't understand these people. She didn't understand them. They sounded like they were speaking gibberish. She heard the voice and called back. Lilia.***Lilia...***Sun dancer....***... I...***... Don't....know...***I'm scared. She spoke back. Someone understood her! That was good. That meant he could really help her. She heard the wait their words. He would find her. That made her feel relieved. Her eyes looking around. Where was he. She stayed where she was. I'm...staying...still. She called out. The sound of fear evident even in her minds voice. She stayed still and watched the people hurrying. She looked around. Trees...some sort of...play thing. (the park) She said. That's...what... I'm...near. She sat on the bench. Not moving as she hoped he would be able to find her. The closer he got to her the less like static the words came through. They became clearer. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked around. Scared... Lost... The words came out with a slight whimper in the undertones. The girl was not one to normally lie to people but if they took kind points and not tried to hurt her, she was rather cooperative to them. Ann was Human, but thing was, she didn't feel it half the time. The girl was running her fingers through her hair as she looked to him, she was shy. Guys made her shy, save for her puppy like friend. She looked to him and smiled softly, "Th-thank you for liking it..." she said looking down. Though she was curious by what he meant when he said he WS older than he looked, she never asked him for that. But, he took her arm and suddenly the pain faded from her, she was in shock. However, he said he was part of the supernatural, and she nodded, she could see that he was now. Ann was glad to know her fantasy world wasn't dead yet, "I knew many growing up... its like... they are drawn to me... It always surprises me though..." Annveena then looked around and saw a bench, "Can we sit, sir?" she asked and pointed to it. Not like she was tired, but she didn't want to be standing the entire time. She wondered what her friend was doing, he normal got up while she was gone, but she still worried he was not doing well now that he was here. Skidding to a stop he leaned on a wall and looked around, his glowing eyes got brighter as he then ran a hand through his hair. People stared at him and he didn't care. He closed his eyes and listened to her, trying to understand what she was saying. Her name was pretty, even unique like his odd ball one. If you rearranged his first name's letters you would get the word "Cloud". He missed his friend Fate calling him Fiery Cloud. It used to be a fun game. He didn't linger on it too long when she began to try to tell him where she was. Looking up he smiled. I will be there - don't worry. I'll help you. You can call me D`loud. With that he ran again, ran until he found the park. Slowing down he looked for her, his glowing eyes were the only thing he had that would be a dead give-a-way that he was not normal. He looked for her and came near the playground, with a sigh he remembered how he and his sister would climb the rubble back home, not too many people were here. Lilia? Vance wasn't sure what to think about this oddly shy human girl. Most humans didn't have much shyness left in them. To meet one as shy around guys as she was both refreshing and confusing. He watched her fingers that ran through the soft looking strands of her hair. What was he supposed to say to that again? Oh. Right. You're welcome. For a moment his face showed he had been trying to figure out the right words to say. "You are welcome Annalena." He said. Her name coming out like a serpentine lisp to the word. Making it sound sung out rather than spoken. He shook his head and looked at her. He knew that hadn't been what she asked him for, but it was the closest he could give her. She seemed like a sweet and wonderful young woman. He wasn't certain that she was. He just met her after all. Furthermore, he believed she was, but humans could be quite deceptive. His eyes going dragon like for a moment as he took her in. The pupils turning into a dragon's pupil then going back to humanlike. Just not as round. "Like they are drawn to you?" He echoed in a musing way. "Perhaps...." he said but didn't finish that thought out loud. Perhaps she is THE ONE. He thought to himself. The one that was spoken about in supernatural lore. The human who would help bridge the gap between humans and the supernatural. That would be interesting to have bumped into THE ONE. He nodded his head. Walking with her over to the bench. "That is fine." He said. He let her sit on the bench. Himself, however, promptly sat Indian style on the ground. Looking up at her. "Tell me about yourself Annalena. I may return the favor." He said with a warm smile. A snake slithering close and he looked at it. Speaking in what would seem hissings and growls. The snake slithered off in the other direction. He had noticed most human females were afraid of snakes and mice. Hence, why he asked it to go in the opposite direction of them. He looked at Annalena. Why were other supernatural beings drawn to her? There had to be an easily noticed reason that he was missing. Lilia pulled her knees against her chest even further. Shivering as the human skin was colder than the skin she was used to. Her skin normally had a light furry feeling to it. No hair just fur like feeling. That wouldn't blend in though. She needed to not be found out. She wasn't wanting to end up tortured like rumors said other aliens had been. D'loud.... She echoed. It's scrambling up a bit before coming out properly. She smiled. He would help her. She wouldn't be alone and vulnerable to a world she neither knew nor understood. She rested her chin on her knees. Having a mouth all the time was something she wasn't used to. Occasionally touching her hand to her lips. Those weren't usual. Mouths to her race appeared from the flesh when they needed them and vanished otherwise. They weren't like humans. Whatever a Hue-mun was. Must be those people walking around on two legs. She felt him nearer. Looking up and lifted her head. She heard the voice coming from the glowing eyed boy across from her. Across from you. She would reply. It was much clearer now that he was close. She slowly unwrapped her arms from her legs. Standing up. I'm right here. She walked closer and looked at him. Holding her hands in front of her. Her light purple hues the only sign of her alien heritage. Aside from the purple hues in her hair. She looked at him. Where am I? The computer only said... Hue-muns....where dominated race. She thought to him. What is a hue-mun?  Sure most people were not shy, timid, skittish, or even scared as she was. She had reasons to be that way; for a long time she had been sought after by Vampires, hunted by werewolves, chased by goblins, picked on by pixies, and more, but she had always been attacked by the darker ones too. More often than the good. Annalena was a kind girl, always had been; she took care of the plants in her little shop, helped the critters who needed her, helped anyone pretty much. Last vampire who chased her, claimed her blood was special and that he had to drink it. Ann never trusted vampires since. The  girl then caught sight of his eyes, that was strange, hi sees weren't as round anymore. What the male said made her nod and put her hair behind her ears, "Yeah... I hardly can go anywhere without one finding me or trying to hurt me..." she whispered and waited.When Vance sat down she smiled and turned to face him, her legs dangling off the bench as she tilted her head. Looking to her hands which wet folded in her lap she began to talk to him, "Well you know my name, I am from this area. Over there, across the street I own that flower shop. It is the only place I feel safe anymore, two blocks from here I live in an apartment. I have no family... After an accident... I lost them." she closed her eyes and pulled her feet up and wrapped her arms around her legs, "My friend Felix is the only one I call family. He is like an older brother to me even though I hardly know him... He is not normal, ever since I met him... I knew he was different. Just like I can tell you are." she smiled at him and giggled, "So far I like you, you seem nice Vance." Walking slowly the male looked up and saw her as she said she was close and stood there blinking. He never thought she was that close, she was soon coming to him and he smiled softly. He was a gentle creature he'd help her, it was all he had left. Her explanation on that she had a compote that told her only the word Hue-mun made him think, she was like him.  Well sort of. She was stuck here as he was, stuck here from a different world. To be bones the couldn't remember how he got here. GIS eyes looked at her then to the playground and pointed at a child and verbally spoke, "Hue-mun." he repeated it on how she said it and looked to the ground. I've come to know this world as "earth". It's alright Lilia, you don't have to be scared. I'll protect you- and help you. He was glad to find her and know someone whom he could relate to; he remembered well on what his first time here had been. Without Annalena, he would surely have been killed or been hurt badly. He saved her when he first met her, since then he had lived with her to help her if needed. D`loud knew she would understand he is bad to help this female from a different world. He understood this world well enough to be a guide, it was very similar to his old home world.The Humans of this world are dangerous sometimes but other than that no... They look like me save for my odd eyes... Vance studied her. Seeing how she acted reminded him of a frightened child. Compared to him, she probably was a child. Seeing as he had been around for a very, very long time. He looked at her. She had noticed his eyes changing. He would need to be careful about that. It would be dangerous to be found out as a dragon. Even though she seemed like a kind young woman it was a risk he just wasn't ready to take. Her words though made a protective growl escape his lips. "I will protect you then." He said. "I will protect you from the evils of the world. I will make sure you can feel safe anywhere." He said decisively. He listened as she continued. Nodding his head. "I have no one to call family. Not anymore....not for a very long time." He said sadly. She giggled and then commented. "I can be mean when it is necessary to do so. Normally I try to be nice. I can be temperamental due to what I am." He said simply. "It's a flaw of mine really. Were you going to do something before we ran into each other? I can help you with it if you would like." He looked at her. She had a pretty smile. Lilia looked at him and smiled tentatively. She was nervous. She wasn't sure what to do. This world was so strange. So different yet a bit similar to what she was used to. He pointed at the child and tilted her head to the side. Hue mun.... She said. They all so small? She asked looking at him. Following his gaze to the ground. Getting closer to him and listened. Earth. What a strange name. She said softly. He said he would protect her. That made her feel safer. She wasn't trying to be scared. This place was so strange. Things were so different from what she was used to. She didn't remember how she crash-landed here just that she had. She was happy she had sensed correctly. That made her happy. Even though she was trapped on a world not her own. She moved and hugged him. Her form shaking from how nervous she was. I don't understand this world. It is so strange compared to the worlds I have seen. Compared to my home world. Your eyes don't look odd to me. I like them. They look beautiful. She said softly. Not letting go of him. Thank you for not leaving me alone on a place I don't know or understand. She shook against him. She was clearly stressed out. Furthermore, she held onto him for his strong support. Can you help me learn to understand this place called Fürth? Ann didn't care if his eyes were strange. Her friend had strange eyes that glowed like fire, though that growl made her look up and she blinked. With a short meet when she moved wrong she blinked again. He would protect her? Make sure she was safe? She looked to her fist that she was softly rubbing her chin with and to him, "Thank you for wishing to protect me..." she stood up and then moved to be in front of him with her hands behind her, "I was going to the store... to buy some food for me and my friend. And as long as your anger doesn't hurt me... I will be okay." she grinned and held out her hand to him, "Can we be friends please?" D`loud looked to her and shook his head, "No - not short. Carry in size." he then looked up at her and waited for more words into his mind. However, the hug shocked him, and he blinked looking to her as he hugged her back. All he wanted was to comfort her, she was so scared, and he didn't like seeing people so scared. He hesitantly rubbed her back and smiled down at her. I didn't either when I woke up here, I'll help you understand and blend in. Don't worry either... I won't leave you alone. You need someone to help you, I am here now. I am also glad you like my eyes. He then leads her to the bench and sat down with her, she probably could hardly stand with how scared she was. Vance wasn't thinking about his eyes. He was trying to control his dragon which wanted to be free and flying. It was too dangerous to be flying what with those damn airplanes up in the sky. He looked at her and saw her move a bit where she almost fell off the bench or just moved wrong. He wasn't sure which just that he heard her make a cute little meet sound. It almost made him chuckle it was so cute. "You are welcome Annalena." He said softly. He blinked as she moved in front of him with her hands behind her back. Well that was a cute stance. He accidentally said it out loud. "That is a cute stance." Nodding his head as she spoke. Listening as he smiled at her. "Alright. Lead the way. I'll buy food for myself. I need to be nearby to protect you. Don't worry I'll probably sleep outside more than be inside." He blinked a bit. "My anger only hurts those who are evil. Never those who are innocent, pure, good, or all of the above." He said quite seriously. He looked at her hand and remembered the strange human culture of shaking hands. "If you would like. I see nothing wrong with being friends with a beauty of both appearance and soul." He shook her hand. His would be inhumanly warm, yet he was clearly not sick. "Let's go get those groceries of yours." Hoping the light confusion of the handshake hadn't shown. The slow movement to do it would have shown he wasn't used to shaking hands with anyone. Lilia looked at the kid. Mouthing the words but nothing came out. -Not short. Vary...in size.- Not a sound came out. Not even a rushing of air as her lips moved. She held onto him because she didn't feel very steady. This gravity was heavy yet at the same time lighter than gravity she was used to. It made her legs feel a bit like jelly. She felt him hug her back and buried her face in his chest. Her minds whimper echoed, and she clung to his shirt while they hugged. He made her feel safe when she felt so very in danger. She hoped this in danger feeling went away. His rubbing her back made most of the shaking go away. She listened to him speak. She smiled at his words. He really could relate to how she felt then. Thank you D'loud. My legs are not used to Fürth's gravity. It is different from the pressure and gravity I am used to. She told him softly. Smiling that he wouldn't leave her alone. I feel much safer knowing I have someone who will be there for me. She let him lead her to sit down. She stumbled a bit. Furthermore, she was both able to walk yet at times stumbled because of it. Everything today was different even the fact this male said what she did was cute. She looked down and wiggled a foot back and forth as she giggled. He was strange but she liked it. It was a nice change. When he shook her hand she smiled and took hold of it in hers, the young girl began to guide him away and towards the store. She remembered what he said about sleeping, and she looked to him, "If you want you can sleep on my balcony - I beg you would feel comfortable that way. Of course... You don't have to." soon Annalena got them tithe store, and she let go of her new friend's hand and went inside. Immediately she began to get what she had on her list. Annalena didn't want to be there too long and well her list was mainly small things so it would be easy. She looked around and soon she was done. All she had to do was buy the food and things. When that was done she had two bags full, "Ready sir?" The male rubbed her back still and smiled at her, he was going to stay with her and help her. With a chuckled he nodded, I am glad to make you feel safe with what I have promised. The gravity though, you will be used to it. Anything you need me for right now? I can answer your questions... D`loud looked to her and waited.  there had to be more that he could do for her. She was scared, and he didn't know how to ease it at all.  Vance was confused why she looked down and was wiggling her foot back and forth. What had he done to cause such a reaction? She looked so cute doing it though. It was hard for him not to stare a bit. Blinking as she giggled. He would never understand the workings of the human mind. He blinked as no sooner had they shook hands then she linked their hands and fingers and was pulling him along. Furthermore, he thought her strange but then again most humans were strong. Blinking a bit as she offered him her balcony. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Thank you for offering it to me. I shall take you up on this offer." He said softly. He smiled at her. "A balcony is much preferred to a back alley." He said honestly. "Then I can be close to protect yet still be outside and enjoying the fresh air when it was time for sleep." He let her lead him to the store. Helping her with the heavy things yet carried them like they were a piece of paper. Honestly to him things that were normally heavy to him felt like a piece of paper or even a single feather. He helped her with the bags when they were done shopping. He had a couple bags of his own. Mostly different types of meat. He had a lot of it because he had a huge amount of stomach to feed. He didn't let her know that. Furthermore, he nodded his head. "Yes. I am ready." He said with a smile. Lilia looked at him. Cuddling into him with a clear sign of trust. She looked up at him. Her eyes shimmering a bit as the light reflected off of them. Her eyes barely showed any sign of pupils but enough that it could be taken as merely the depth of her eye color rather than lack there of any pupil. She looked at him. Safe... I will be safe with you. I can feel it. She said softly. She nodded her head. Furthermore, she hoped she could adjust to it quickly. Food? What type of food do they have here on Fürth? She smiled a bit. Nervously as she knew nothing about Fürth. I don't know anything on Fürth because as far as I could tell it was not very cataloged on the ships' database. It is like people don't visit Fürth very often. She informed him. Anyway I have so many questions I don't know where to even start. She pointed at her lips. Do humans have mouths all the time? It feels weird to have a mouth when it is not needed. Annalena was glad he was going to take up her offer, she didn't want her new friend to sleep in an alley way. The girl was also glad he helped her carry the items and smiled ash she leads her out, she took him to the sidewalk and began to lead him back to her apartment. With a sigh at her door she fiddled around and unlocked the door and let him inside, looking around she noticed her friend wasn't there. She would have worried, but he always did what he wanted. She set her groceries down ADN began to put them away, "You can look around if you like sir." she said as she wandered back and forth putting things away. Honestly D`loud had never had anyone cuddle into him before and was stunned, she must have trusted him a great deal. He was glad she trusted him, he would never hurt her or let her be hurt in this world. She told him she felt safe with him, and he smiled, "Different kinds, plant like food, meats, fish... all sorts of strange things." he then leaned a little and watched her point, her lips. With a nod he answered, "Yes actually. Even on my world we retained it." Vance could see she was glad but didn't quite understand it. She barely knew him yet was happy he was going to take her up on her offer. Hopefully she didn't just offer such things willy-nilly. He had a feeling she didn't. She was so adorably trusting that he felt an even fiercer need to protect her. Even if it was from herself. He carried most of the items and followed Annalena home. Walking side by side with her. One hand free to punch the daylights out of anything evil that tried to hurt her. He followed and watched her unlock the door. He set the groceries on the counter and helped put the meat he bought away. All except for a package of pork chops. He left that on the counter. Then began looking around. It was a nice house. He walked back over to the pork chops and opened it. Taking out one and began eating it raw. He hated to cook his meat but did from time to time. He looked at Annalena. "Tell me about the other person who stays here." He said after long moments of silence. Lilia trusted him and curled up against him more. She was alone yet now she was not. She was scared but with D'loud she was starting to feel braver. Furthermore, she just wanted to be someplace safe and not worry about being turned into an experiment. Furthermore, she shivered at that thought. Furthermore, she looked up at him. Feush? What is Flush? I have not been to a world having flush... I have heard of them vaguely but never have I seen a flush. She said it flush because that is how she managed to make it out from what he was saying. She touched her lips. Strange...we only used them when we needed to eat. Our mouths were more mentally there rather than physically. Our minds are much vaster in strength and power because we use our minds for everything. I will have to adjust to a not vanishing mouth. She said. Looking down. My kinds bodies have no need for a mouth because we naturally absorb MANA more than eat food. That is why our food resources are still so very high. She added. Looking at him. I do not feel much MANA energy on Fürth. Why is that? Trust was an issue, but like a flower with thorns she held a protection. She could somehow know who was good and bad if they spoke to her. Even by touch. Long before she met D`loud Felix, in a second life, she knew a dark deranged vampire who fell for her. He had been evil, but she saw he had light, not many men of dark hearts had light. He did. She didn't know of this past but her soul did. Honestly it took a few months before she trusted her friend. When she finished her putting away of things she sat on the couch and played with her hair and looked up at him, "D`loud? He is really quiet and hardly talks to me. Most of the time he stays outside on the balcony or sleeping. Though... I think he is some kind of elemental. I've never seen eyes glow orange like fire... He saved my life when my store was being robbed, I was glad he helped me. I am not sure where he went-probably on a walk..." she then laid down on the couch and sighed. He stroked her long hair gently, the feel on his fingers made him smile. It was soft, though the question about fish made him think hard. How could he explain, "It's a Scala water breathing thingy... to eat them or keep them as pets." He then looked down. Maybe he should sometime show her a fish. Though he listened to her and smiled, she kind of reminded him of a type of dog race on his home world. They had no mouth till they tried to eat you or hurt you. Though when she said MANA his eyes went lightly bug eyed, "MANA? I haven't sensed any here in a while. Only once in a while a spurt of it around... Only when I use my powers do I feel... MANA..." Vance looked at her then looked around. Looking back at her as he studied. He didn't trust humans easily. Even when they knew and believed in the supernatural world. It was more like especially when they believed was he hesitant to trust. However, he knew she was good people. He looked around and tried to help. Backing away when his extremely warm hand brushed over hers. "Excuse me." He said. Bowing slightly before moving out of the way. Watching her sit on the couch and normed on the pork chop. Enjoying it as he sat down across from her. He looked at her. Nodding his head. "Rare." He said simply. Taking another chomp out of the pork chop. He looked around sniffing. "Out. His scent is not as strong here which indicates that the person who was here prior to leaving has been gone for some time now. Few hours at most." He was halfway through his large pork chop. He looked at her. "I will protect you." He said. Sitting back against the chair while being on the floor. The large boneless pork chop soon gone. He licked his fingers clean meticulously. Looking at her. "I am something just as rare if not rarer than an elemental." He said. Feeling out the water some. Lilia looked at him as he stroked her hair. It made her feel safe. Her hair was soft as silk. Maybe more so. Listening as he spoke. I want to see the flush. They sound cute and weird looking. She said. Giggling musically. Her eyes went wide when his bugged out some. "Magnum...is big on our world." She said with her mouth. Frowning. That sounds weird.She shook her head. It replenishes and grows stronger. Most of what is emitted gets absorbed back into the ground by the plants and trees. She explained. It saddens me that there is little to no MANA on this world. That means I will have to actually eat food. Food is not something I am used to eating on a daily basis. She smiled at him. Glad I have you. Her long black hair was draped over the arm of the couch as she laid there, looking to the ceiling with a soft thought. Her eyes shut as she rolled onto her side, moving her hair so that it was behind her, she dozed off a little. Furthermore, her mind thought over the day she had but as well as the strange warmth the male had. Opening her eyes Annalena looked to him and blinked, "Rare?" the girl heard the sniff and she got curious. Though she was glad D`loud was getting a good walk or something. Sitting up on her elbow she tilted her head, "You are? Honestly... only things I've ever met... are Vampires and Werewolves. D`loud is the first different thing I've met." She laid down again and sighed, "I don't like Vampires... one took my mother and father from me." she closed and rubbed her eyes, "I'm glad you don't seem to be a Vampire... I actually feel good with you here, I feel safe." she smiled and laid her head over her hand. She began to sleep she was just tired from the day. The soft silk-like strands were near softer than a kitten's pelt, he loved how it felt on his fingers. He smiled and nodded, some fish were cute. Some... where butted ugly. With a small sigh he looked to her and looked away, "I kind of miss my world. Magic was constantly used there as well as MANA. I'll help you with the food then, a friend of mine might cook you think if you ask her.' he smiled and stood, "Want to walk around? Or anything? I'll gladly show you around, and I promise to protect you." he smiled. Vance looked at her. Watching her dozing off. He finished off the pork chop. Sure a normal human would have been full. However, his dragon's appetite had him still hungry. "Yep. We both are. Elementals are rare in this day and age." He said softly. He nodded his head to her question. "Yeah. Those two races are quite popular nowadays. Back long ago they were common but not as common as they are now." He said in agreement. "Well now you've met two." He said with a smile. Sighing a bit. "I'm sorry to hear that." He said softly. "I'm not a vampire of that I can promise you." He tilted his head a bit. She felt good with him here? How odd. "You are safe while I am here. Of that I can assure you." He said with a smile. Getting the blanket from the chair and covered her with it. Sitting against the bottom of the couch. The part touching the floor. That way his body heat would keep her nice and warm as the heat traveled gently through the couch. Then he sat on guard. Resting with his eyes open and his mind relaxing. Still ever alert. Even he needed rest sometimes. Lilia looked at him. She loved feeling his fingers going through her hair. Her other form had fur that was just as soft. It was kinda hard to explain what her alien form looked like. She smiled up at him. Nodding her head a bit. Magic was a wonderful thing. She had a feeling it was highly uncommon in this day and age. He smiled as he spoke. Standing with him and wobbled for a second. Forgetting there was gravity for a second. Nodding her head with a smile. Her eyes sparkling as he said he would protect her. Yes. I would love to walk around. I would love to see more of this place. Furthermore, I believe you D'loud. She said with sparkling eyes. She held onto his hand once she gained her balance. The dark blond haired girl laid on the couch, her body slightly ruled up on the bed of the couch. She snuggled into it sighing as she clutched the cushion, the couch used to be part of her old home. Though she muttered something as he covered her up, thanking him in her sleep. Saying he was too kind to do that. Though as she slept her eyes closed tighter, and she groaned, tears flooded from her eyes, her hand that held the cushion got tighter as well. Whimpering she cried and bit her lip, "Get away from dad." she cried softly. She was dreaming about her family, the day her dad died. Annalena's mother died the day before her father had. She whimpered, and soon it drifted to something that made her body jolt. The girl woke up and rolled to face the back of the couch, pulling the blanket over her head. First was that weird dream that made her wake up that morning... Now that one... She continued to cry. Silently, no noise came from her but an occasional "no". Even when she spoke her voice was barely over a whisper.AA The Elemental smiled and held out his hand to her, smiling the male took her hand gently. His smile was soft as he waited for her to balance herself. When she was ready he slowly began to lead her around the park, letting her gaze travel everywhere. Though he was actually leading her to a pond, a secluded one no one knew of. Walking don the path he took her down a dirt road and then went to a nature path. It leads to a big pond with a small waterfall and low stream, "I thought I'd show you some fish. They aren't the cute ones, but they are fish." he said and knelt down slowly. He reached out and touched the water, the water had small rainbow trout and tadpoles. He hoped the alien girl would enjoy this. Maybe later he could convince a wolf to greet her gently or even a young doe.  Vance looked at her. Watching her be curled up on the couch. She was kind cute snuggling into it that way. He shook his head. No. He shouldn't be thinking such thoughts about a human. Even if they were true thoughts. He listened to her speaking. Watching her start groaning. Smelled the tears and moved up quickly. He moved up into the couch. Just above her head. Stroking her hair lightly. He whispered in Diatonic to her. It made no sense, but the sounds would be soothing. He pulled her to him. He didn't realize she was awake. Furthermore, he began singing to her. Trying to ease her mind. The song was in English. He was just trying to help his friend. He heard the no even though she barely spoke it. Furthermore, he wanted to help her feel better. Furthermore, he continued singing until she stopped crying. However long that would take. Lilia looked at the Elemental. Taking hold of his hand when he held it out to her. Holding onto his hand when he took hers gently. Smiling at him. Glad he was patient. She was still majorly out of balance due to the fact she was not of this planet. Earth was a new world to her. She hoped that the elemental friend of hers could help her adjust. She would probably be here for a very, very long time. Furthermore, she looked around as he led her around. Looking at the pond with a smile. It was so pretty. She knelt by the fish as he knelt down. Looking at them and reached out. Poking a tadpole then poked the fished. Laughing as it sucked on her finger with her minds voice. She had learned that while mute she could make this new mouth of hers project her thoughts through her lips, yet it was highly draining. She looked at him with a smile. She looked at him thoughtfully. I like these flush's. They are cute. The little ones puzzle me though. What are they when they grow up? She asked in puzzlement.

Sanguine Roses & Elemental Doom|rating:4.0